#minjeing x reader

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fwb loser!minjeong

kim minjeong x reader

synopsis. minjeong was just your awkward, inexperienced best friend until one teasing dare led to late-night hookups, stolen touches, and a secret neither of you could ever admit.

genre. friends with benefits, smut

words. 837

note. guess what... ive been writing this on class bcs of an edit on tiktok. im so down bad for winter mmmhmmhmggf

loser!minjeong, the friend who always got teased for having zero game. the one who got flustered just making eye contact with a pretty girl, who would stammer through the simplest interactions while your friends cackled at her misery.

"you wouldn't even know what to do with a girl if she threw herself at you," ningning said once, snickering.

minjeong scowled, ears red, grumbling into her drink. "i— i could if i wanted to."

that only made them laugh harder.

and, honestly? you believed it too. she was cute, pretty eyes, a little awkward, with a charm that made people naturally like her. but inexperience clung to her like a neon sign. she was your friend, your loser of a best friend, and the thought of her doing anything remotely sexual was funny.

until the day you caught her staring.

you had been minding your own business, scrolling through your phone, when you felt it, her eyes, stuck on you like she was in a trance.

it took you a second to register. the way her gaze lingered a little too long on your chest, the slight part of her lips, like she didn’t even realize she was doing it.

"like what you see?" you teased, snapping her out of it.

minjeong immediately choked. "i— i wasn't—"

you smirked, sitting up straighter, pressing her further just for fun. "if you're that curious, you wanna see what's under?"

you expected her to panic, to shove you playfully and change the subject but she didn’t.

she just sat there. swallowing hard. hands gripping her hoodie strings. not saying no.

something shifted.

"you serious?" you asked, voice dipping lower.

minjeong still didn’t answer, but the way she wet her lips, the nervous flicker in her eyes, it was enough.

and, well… who were you to back down from a challenge?

the first time was messy. minjeong was hesitant, unsure, hands shaking as they trailed over your skin like she was terrified of doing something wrong. but when you pulled her closer, let out the softest sigh against her lips, something in her cracked.

she kissed you deeper, pushed you down against the bed, her inexperience melting into something more raw, more desperate.

and god, the way she touched you. eager, like she needed to learn every inch of you, like she wanted to prove something. she was shy at first, but the second she had you gasping, thighs trembling as her fingers curled just right, she was hooked.

"this good?" she had whispered, watching the way your lips parted, drinking in the way you clenched around her fingers.

"fuck, minjeong… yeah, don’t stop."

her eyes darkened. and she didn’t.

what started as a joke, a dare, turned into something else entirely.

minjeong, who used to be hopeless, was now pressing you into the sheets whenever she wanted, leaving your legs weak and your voice hoarse from moaning her name. she learned quickly. obsessed over it. loved the way you squirmed when she kissed lower, the way you gasped when she buried her face between your thighs.

and somehow, you both agreed. this was nothing serious. just fun. no strings, no complications.

but then came the moment that almost ruined everything.

it was a usual night out with your friends, drinks flowing, laughter bouncing around the table. the topic turned to dating, naturally, and the teasing started again.

"i still can't believe minjeong’s never been with anyone," karina said, shaking their head. "you’d probably freeze up the second a girl took off her shirt."

minjeong, who was mid-sip, nearly choked on her drink.

you didn’t even think. just glanced at her instinctively, a small smirk tugging at your lips.

and that was a mistake.

because they saw it. the look you two exchanged.

the entire table went silent for a split second, before erupting.

"oh my god."

"no way."

"you guys aren’t—?!"

minjeong went rigid, eyes wide, looking at you like a deer in headlights. you, on the other hand, just shrugged, playing it cool, suppressing a laugh at how red her face had gotten.

"as if," you lied smoothly, rolling your eyes. "she’d probably cry if she saw a pair of tits in real life."

minjeong snapped her head toward you, shooting you a betrayed look. but she was too flustered to argue.

your friends weren’t convinced. they whispered amongst themselves, squealing like they had just uncovered the world’s greatest mystery.

and you? you just smirked, brushing your leg against minjeong’s under the table.

she sucked in a sharp breath. you knew exactly what she was thinking.

because if only they knew.

if only they knew how many times minjeong had already had you breathless, begging, shaking beneath her. if only they knew how desperate she got when she touched you, how her name sounded when you whimpered it against her lips.

but they didn’t. and they never would.

so you just sipped your drink, pretending nothing was wrong.

minjeong, on the other hand, was completely losing it.

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𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐥𝐥(𝐡)𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

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ᎮᎥᏖᎩ ᎮᏗᏒᏖᎩ II- Kim Minjeong x Reader

Word Count: ~7K

Prompt: When Minjeong transferred to an elite school, she didn't expect to catch the attention of Y/N, the golden girl. Then again, she also didn't expect Y/N to be the root of all her misery.

Tags: slow burn; angst; drama; high school! AU; richgirl!Y/N; happy ending (?) Part I, Part 2

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Minjeong was ignoring Y/N.

That much was clear.

It started happening after the night Y/N confessed to her.

There were texts left on read. Calls unanswered. When Y/N called for Minjeong in the school hallways, the short-haired girl just walked faster and disappeared. When Y/N tried talking to Minjeong before or after classes, the other girl put her headphones on and focused on her exercises.

Y/N thought she hadn't ruined anything with her confession.

She thought she and Minjeong could work things out with patience.

"Maybe I thought wrong."

"Are you kidding me?" Aeri frowned, her arm wrapped around Y/N's shoulder as the two walked along the hallways. "From what you've told me, you've been nothing but lovely to her."

"Well, clearly, something went wrong." Y/N shook her head. "She seemed fine when we were at my house. We even went to a convenience store, and I walked her home. I-why would she just start ignoring me?"

Aeri stayed silent, not really knowing how to answer. Her best friend had been the happiest she'd seen her in a while. It didn't make sense that Minjeong would just ignore Y/N for no reason after that.

The only possibility Aeri could think of was that Minjeong had realized dating Y/N wasn't going to work and had decided to break it off.

The problem was that ignoring Y/N instead of talking about it was a pretty poor way to-

Aeri tilted her head, an idea suddenly crossing her mind. "Didn't you say she's friends with Jimin?"

"Yeah, so-" Y/N turned to Aeri, her eyes widening ever so slightly. "You think she told her about my father?"

"I mean," Aeri hesitated, "Jimin did tell Ning that she regretted breaking up with you... and she always goes after what she wants."

Y/N took her time to think her options through.

It was ridiculous.

Jimin was the one who broke up with her. She was the one who let their parents' business get in the way of their relationship. Two years down the drain because Y/N's father was elected as mayor and not Jimin's.

And now she was ruining her relationship with Minjeong?

Y/N shook her head, looking down at her hands, picking at a few loose skins. "Jimin wouldn't do that."

"Wouldn't she?" Aeri suddenly halted in her tracks, and Y/N turned to her in confusion.

She followed her gaze and felt her jaw clench in anger.

Walking right towards them were Jimin and her group-Yunjin, Ning, and Minjeong. Y/N felt a little sick to her stomach.

The group moved to walk right past her, but Y/N reached for Minjeong, her hand suddenly trembling.

"Hey." She tried to meet Minjeong's eyes, but the other girl refused.

Minjeong could feel Y/N's grasp on her arm but refused to meet her gaze. Her heart was beating out of control in her chest, a mix of emotions washing over her.

She didn't want to see Y/N.

She didn't want to talk to Y/N or get close to Y/N or get to know Y/N.

In fact, all she wanted was to forget her.

Because if she got close to Y/N, she'd only come to care for her more.

She'd only come to care about a girl who had done nothing but lie to her. A girl whose father had completely ruined her life.

"Can we talk... alone?" Y/N's voice was as calm as ever, but one look at her face told everyone that she wasn't very happy with the situation she found herself in.

"Actually, I need to get to class, sorry," Minjeong mumbled.

Minjeong felt bad about the way Y/N's face fell at her response, but she had a hard time caring about it at the moment.

All she wanted to do was get out of the situation and clear her mind.

Y/N's hand tightened around her arm. "Minjeong, please. I just need a minute."

"Didn't you hear her?" Jimin spoke up, wrapping an arm around Minjeong's shoulder. "She doesn't wanna talk to you."

Y/N clenched her jaw, her eyes darkening as she turned to finally look at Jimin. "What did you tell her?"

"Only the truth," Jimin replied calmly, her eyes never leaving Y/N.

Minjeong just stood there, frozen, as the two stared at each other. She was aware of her friends worriedly glancing at her, unsure of what to do with their situation.

"You had the chance to tell her everything on your own. You didn't, so I did."

"I was going to." Y/N's eyes fell on Minjeong. "Minjeong, I swear-"

Minjeong shook her head. "You had plenty of chances to tell me. You chose not to."

She stared at Y/N for just a little while longer as hurt filled up in her chest. "It's too late now," she finally said simply.

When the bell rang later that day, she pushed the door open and walked into class, ignoring the looks Y/N was giving her.

Their teacher was always late, so students were walking around the room, chatting with each other.

Minjeong settled down in her spot and pulled out her notebook. Her eyes instinctively rolled back when she caught a familiar figure approaching her from the corner of her eye.

"Will you, please, just hear me out?"

Minjeong tensed as Y/N took the seat next to her.

"Minjeong-" Y/N began.

"Don't." Minjeong found her voice again, her eyes glued to her notebook.

The last thing she wanted was to hear Y/N making up excuses, so she steeled herself and refused to look up.

"Look, my father did build your old school, and I knew who you were from the minute you set foot inside this school." Y/N decided she'd be honest and make herself heard. "I was friendly with you because I wanted to make myself feel better for my father's actions. I'm sorry. I promise you that everything I told you when I confessed to you was true. I really do-"

The room seemed to freeze as Y/N's head snapped to the side on impact.

Minjeong's hand stung as it left Y/N's cheek, the sound of the slap resounding through the room, and everything came to a standstill.

Minjeong could feel all the eyes on them, but all she could focus on was the wide-eyed, hurt look on Y/N's face.

Minjeong forced the words out of her throat, her breaths coming up shallow against the weight of the emotions in her chest. "You need to shut up and leave me the fuck alone."

She held Y/N's eyes for a second, taking in her wide-eyed expression. There was hurt in the other girl's eyes, the look nearly making Minjeong feel bad.

The moment didn't last. Once the door opened behind them and they heard the teacher's footsteps approach, Minjeong turned to the front of the room again.

Y/N looked down in embarrassment and shame. She stood up from her seat and wiped away the stream of blood in the corner of her mouth.

The slap had made her accidentally bite herself.

She moved back to her seat, ignoring everyone's eyes on her.

Minjeong tried her best to focus on the teacher and write down as many notes as she could. She had to keep her mind on something, and if writing down notes would help, she'd do it.

At one point during the lesson, she felt a pair of eyes on the back of her head.

It was a familiar feeling, similar to the one she had felt when she walked down school hallway earlier that morning.

Minjeong grit her teeth against the memory, refusing to take another look over her shoulder.

Y/N took the clue immediately.

It took her a slap to understand, but she did. She distanced herself from Minjeong. She didn't look her in the eyes anymore; she didn't try to talk to her or reach out for her.

Their friendship/relationship came to a complete halt...

For a full two days.

"Good afternoon!"

Minjeong's breath hitched at the familiar voice. It was Saturday. Why was she hearing this voice on a Saturday?

The short-haired girl looked up from her phone, and her eyes found Y/N standing there in her family's restaurant.

Minjeong almost dropped her phone in surprise.

She could feel goosebumps trailing down her arms as she stared at Y/N. The girl stood there waiting, an expectant look on her face, as if she expected her to say something.

Minjeong opened her mouth to speak-she wasn't even sure what-but her mother's voice echoed from the kitchen.

"Minjeong, you have a customer."

The girl swallowed nervously. Her phone went back into the pocket of her coat. She straightened her back and moved from her spot, making her way to where Y/N stood by the counter with her hands stuffed into her pockets.

The moment she came to a stop, a heavy silence fell over them.

Minjeong was sure she saw some bruising on Y/N's cheek and on the corner of the girl's lips.

Still, Y/N smiled gently at her and raised an expectant eyebrow, waiting for her to talk.

The short-haired girl's eyes were drawn to the bruising under Y/N's eye and on her lips. Her fingers twitched before she forced them into stillness.

"What are you doing here?" Her words came out harsher than she had intended.

If Y/N was taken aback by her harshness, she didn't show it. "I'm hungry."

Minjeong couldn't help but scoff. "And you decided to come here?"

Y/N stopped, looking around the place.

It was a restaurant, wasn't it?

"Is that okay?"

Minjeong's eyes narrowed, unsure whether Y/N was trying to mess with her head.

"There are other restaurants, you kn-"

A slap was delivered to the back of Minjeong's head. Her mouth fell open, and she turned to find her mother glaring at her. "Minjeong, why are you denying service to such a-"

The older woman turned to look at Y/N, and the latter put her most charming smile on display.

"-pretty customer?"

Minjeong's frown deepened as she watched her mother fall for Y/N's charm.

It was ridiculous.

Her eyes turned back to Y/N, who was looking at her with a hopeful gaze.

Minjeong clenched her jaw against the wave of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her again. "What do you want to eat?"

Another slap. "Let her sit and get accommodated first," her mother hissed, turning to Y/N with a wide smile. "Sit wherever you want, sweetie. Minjeong will be with you shortly."

Y/N bowed her head thankfully, smile still there. "Thank you, Ma'am. It's a pleasure to finally meet Minjeong's mom."

The woman was surprised. "Oh, you two know each other?"

Minjeong opened her mouth to disagree, but Y/N beat her to it. "I'm courting your daughter. I was actually hoping to get your blessing."

She's what-?

Minjeong's face flushed with embarrassment, and all she could do was stare, mouth half-open.

Her mother didn't notice. Her eyes were wide, cheeks tinged pink as she looked at the beautiful girl in front of her.

"Oh, really?" Her mother glanced between them, her expression growing giddy. "Yes, of course, sweetie. Minjeong is a lovely girl-she can just be a little grouchy sometimes."

Minjeong's hands clenched into fists at the look on her mother's face.

Of course, she was completely smitten.

Her mother had always harbored an adoration for the wealthy and powerful, especially when it came to Minjeong's future partner. It was something Minjeong had grown used to, but it never failed to leave a bitter taste in her mouth.

Her mother ushered Y/N toward a booth and then turned back to her. "I knew sending you to that school was a good idea! Why didn't you tell me you were seeing someone?!"

Minjeong resisted the urge to roll her eyes as her mother gripped her arms, giddy beyond reason.

"I'm not seeing anyone. Y/N is an awf-"

Her mother cut her off, nudging her toward the booth. "I like her! Don't leave her waiting, come on!"

Minjeong gritted her teeth but gave in.

Her mom beamed as she walked away, completely oblivious to the storm of emotions brewing in her daughter's chest.

Minjeong reached Y/N's table and forced herself to take a deep breath.

Y/N's eyes followed her every step, watching her closely, completely entranced. She couldn't stop the small smile tugging at her lips.

"What do you want to eat?" Minjeong asked again, gritting her teeth against the urge to throw this girl out of her family's restaurant.

Y/N snapped out of her reverie, eyes widening as she cleared her throat.

This was a restaurant of what, exactly?

"I-uhh-" She looked around, trying to see what the other customers were eating, but she couldn't make anything out. "What-what do you have?"

Minjeong's eye twitched. The menu was right in front of her. Y/N was just too busy staring to notice.

Forcing herself to stay calm, Minjeong pointed at the stupid thing, her jaw clenching as the taller girl leaned in to look.

She could see her mom eyeing them from across the room, not being discreet in the slightest.

Minjeong wanted to be six feet under.

Y/N skimmed through the menu, eyes moving quickly over the selection.

"I think I'll have the dwaeji gukbap."

Minjeong nodded, ready to grab the menu and leave, but Y/N wasn't done.

"Also, the milmyeon, godeungeo-gui, agujjim, and eomuk, please. Oh! And can I get the dongnae pajeon and the guljeon?"

Minjeong rolled her eyes and yanked the menu away before Y/N could order anything else.

"What are you doing?"

Y/N looked confused. "I was... ordering."

Minjeong wanted to slap her. Again.

"What, you couldn't personally shower me in your money anymore, so you came to do that at my family's restaurant? Can't you be a decent person for once in your life and just leave me the fuck alone?"

Y/N just smiled. "Dinner's on me tonight. My parents are in town, and they brought a few friends over."

Minjeong clenched her jaw.

She hated how unbothered Y/N looked, how effortlessly she wormed her way into her life again.

If she had any shame, she'd just go home.

But no. She was there, flashing her money and privilege like always, getting exactly what she wanted.

Minjeong wanted to deny her service-kick her out, ban her from ever stepping foot inside again.

But the amount of food Y/N had just ordered... meant rent was covered for the month.

Minjeong hated her. More and more.

She was about to make that very clear when Y/N suddenly stood up and bowed, looking past her shoulder.

Minjeong turned to see her father approaching with a warm smile.

"Oh, fuck me."

Her father wiped his hands on the black apron tied around his waist as he reached their table. Slowly, almost carefully, he extended his hand for Y/N to shake.

"My wife told me to come meet my daughter's girlfriend."

Minjeong wanted to die.

"Hopefully in the future, sir." Y/N chuckled softly-a sound that tickled Minjeong's brain just right. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

She reached out, clasping his hand with practiced ease, bowing just enough to be respectful.

She just had to be perfect at everything, didn't she?

Minjeong's father was immediately taken in by her manners, her gentle touch.

Minjeong wanted to scream.

She wanted to tell him about the lies.

She wanted to tell him about the secrets hiding behind that polite, practiced smile.

But she couldn't.

The amount of money Y/N was about to spend-the dinner her parents and their friends were about to have-would keep her family afloat for another month.

And Minjeong couldn't take that away from her parents.

It all felt like a cruel game.

Her chest tightened as she watched her father and Y/N exchange a few words. His eyes gleamed with admiration as he looked at Y/N, and Minjeong felt the sudden urge to throw up.

She kept her gaze fixed on the table, doing her best to block out the conversation.

Once her father left-after shooting her an approving nod-Y/N sat back down, looking entirely too satisfied with herself.

"You're a manipulative liar," Minjeong tried again, her voice firmer this time.

Y/N didn't budge. "A manipulative liar who's in love."

Minjeong's jaw clenched at the words.

In love?

The audacity of this girl to even say that.

Her fingers curled into fists.

How could one person be so infuriating?

She turned sharply, stalking back to the counter to put the order into the register-only to catch her mother watching their every move, a pleased smile on her face.

That was it.

As soon as her shift was over, Minjeong was going to off herself.

Meanwhile, Y/N simply watched her go, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. Her heart pounded in her chest.

Why was it so easy to get under Minjeong's skin?

She dragged out her time at the restaurant as much as she could.

As long as she was there, she was fine.

She got to see Minjeong. She got to talk to Minjeong's lovely parents. She got to not be at home with her parents.

It was perfect.

Unfortunately, Mr. Kim had other plans. He worked as quickly as possible, insisting that Y/N and her parents shouldn't have to wait long for their food.

So, far too soon, Y/N found herself stepping back inside her house, dinner in hand.

"What took you so long?" her father asked from the living room, seated among his colleagues.

"I was quick." She replied shortly, carrying the bags into the kitchen.

Grabbing a plate for herself, she made her way upstairs, wanting nothing to do with the circus unfolding downstairs.

The following days were the same.

Y/N would come, order a ridiculous amount of food, and leave-only to come back again the next day.

Minjeong's parents were absolutely thrilled by her presence.

And Minjeong?

Minjeong hated it.

The anger, the frustration, the sheer distaste burned through her chest every time Y/N walked through that door.

But after two weeks of the same thing, the fight had drained out of her.

She didn't yell. She didn't snap. She didn't even glare anymore.

She merely stood behind the counter, arms crossed, waiting while Y/N placed her order.

"Food will take around thirty minutes to prepare. You can sit while you wait." Minjeong's voice came out flat, her expression unreadable as she turned away.

She walked to the kitchen, relaying the order to her father.

"She here yet?" he asked with a grin.

Minjeong let out a slow, controlled breath, doing everything she could to hold onto what little patience she had left.

"She's here," she muttered through gritted teeth.

Her father's smile widened. "Good! Take care of her for me."

Minjeong's mother perked up from where she was wiping down the counter, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Let me go say hi to her."

Ten minutes later, when Minjeong stepped out of the kitchen, she nearly dropped the tray she was holding.

There, sitting comfortably at one of the booths, was her mother. And across from her, whipping the tables, was Y/N.

Minjeong froze.

Y/N-cleaning?

Her mother sat there like she hadn't just handed off one of her responsibilities to a paying customer, chatting away with a warm smile on her face.

Minjeong's fingers twitched against the tray.

What the hell was going on?

She stormed over, trying not to trip over her own frustration. "What are you doing?"

Y/N looked up, unbothered, a rag in one hand and a spray bottle in the other. "Helping."

Minjeong turned to her mother, expecting an explanation, but the older woman only beamed. "Such a sweet girl," her mom sighed dreamily. "She insisted, Minjeong! Said she wanted to help out since she's always here."

Minjeong clenched her jaw, forcing herself to stay calm.

This was ridiculous.

She hated it.

She hated how easily Y/N charmed her parents.

She hated that Y/N was still here-in her space, in her life.

She hated that a small, stupid, buried part of her chest felt warm at the sight of Y/N helping out.

She exhaled sharply, shoving the thought away.

"Go sit down," she snapped, yanking the spray bottle from Y/N's hand.

Y/N grinned. "You're worried about me?"

"I'm worried about my restaurant looking like a joke," Minjeong shot back.

Her mother gasped. "Minjeong! Don't be rude!"

But Y/N just laughed, wiping her hands on her pants. "I'm just waiting for my food," she said casually. "Might as well make myself useful."

Minjeong turned away before her mother could see the glare she was sending Y/N's way.

She had to endure this.

At least until Y/N got bored and finally, finally left her alone.

Easier said than done.

Y/N was persistent.

At school, it had been fine. They didn't have every class together, and Minjeong could simply ignore her when she approached. But now Y/N was at her restaurant, invading her space, and it was getting to be too much.

The frustration built and built, day after day, until it finally snapped. It happened in gym class.

The basketball ball hit Y/N's cheek with a loud smack, and she went down.

Hard.

The gym fell silent.

Minjeong's eyes widened in shock, regret washing over her.

It wasn't a light hit. It was a ball thrown with strength, purpose, and precision.

Y/N didn't even remember hitting the ground-just opening her eyes to see the teacher and several classmates hovering over her.

Fuck.

Minjeong looked around as the commotion grew. The coach knelt beside Y/N, checking on her, while the rest of the class murmured among themselves.

Her gaze met Aeri's and Chaewon's, who just so happened to be in that class as well. Their jaws were slack as they looked between her and their best friend.

Chaewon was never known for having the best temper. So it wasn't a surprise when she stormed over, shoving Minjeong back with enough force to make her stumble.

"What the fuck is your problem?!"

Chaewon's voice echoed through the gym, filled with unrestrained fury.

"Stop it, Chae." Aeri tried to intervene, wrapping an arm around Chaewon's waist to keep her from doing something she'd regret. She was angry too-they both were-but getting Chaewon expelled wouldn't help anyone.

Minjeong's head snapped toward them, her mouth opening to respond, but no sound came out.

Her eyes darted back to the group surrounding Y/N. Her stomach churned at the way everyone was looking at her-at the frowns on familiar faces, at the unspoken accusations in their stares.

"Girls, that's enough."

The teacher's voice cut through the tension as he knelt beside Y/N, helping her sit up.

"Chaewon, Aeri, take Y/N to the infirmary. Minjeong, stay behind after class. Everyone else, disperse! Class isn't over for another fifteen minutes!"

Minjeong's heart sank.

She had never gotten detention before.

And now, because she let her emotions take control, she had made a fool of herself in front of everyone.

She stood frozen, watching as Chaewon and Aeri carefully helped Y/N off the ground. Even from a distance, she swore she could see the glares they both sent her.

Detention it was.

Minjeong tried to see the bright side of things.

At least now, Y/N hated her. She would finally leave her alone. She would stop showing up at the resta-

Minjeong blinked.

There she stood, in front of the counter, completely soaked.

There was a storm outside. The restaurant was practically empty.

What the hell was Y/N doing there?

"Hi." The taller girl let out, the corner of her bruised lips tilting into a soft smile.

A loud crash of thunder boomed in the background, and heavy rain pelted against the windows.

But Minjeong wasn't paying attention to the storm. Her focus was solely on Y/N. On the dark purple bruise marring her left cheek-a clear, undeniable reminder of what had happened just a day ago.

And yet, she had the audacity to smile at her.

Minjeong didn't know how to respond. Thankfully, she didn't have to. A loud gasp surged from behind her, and she stiffened as her mother rushed forward.

"What happened to you?" Minjeong tensed as her mother gently cupped Y/N's face in her hands, tilting it up to assess the damage. She expected Y/N to back away, to flinch under her mother's touch. But she didn't. She just stood there, smiling, like a complete fool.

"It's been raining so much these days," Y/N said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. "I slipped and fell."

Minjeong's breath caught in her throat.

Did she just lie?

Y/N could have easily exposed her.

She could have ruined her right then and there, could have held it over her head like a trophy.

Minjeong had expected her to lash out, to finally snap and make her life miserable.

But she didn't.

She just stood there, soaking wet, a bruise on her face, and a stupid smile lingering on her lips.

Why?

Minjeong already knew her secret. She knew who Y/N really was and why she had approached her on that first day. She knew how rotten Y/N and her intentions were.

So why?

"You're completely soaked too."

Minjeong's mother turned toward her. "Minjeong, get her a towel and an ice pack, please."

Minjeong froze.

Her mother turned back to Y/N and ushered her toward a table. "You need to take care of yourself! Look at that pretty face of yours! And what if you get sick?"

Y/N chuckled lightly. "I'll be fine, Miss Kim. I was more worried about you, though. How's your leg?"

Minjeong stiffened.

Her mother had injured herself years ago-she had slipped during a storm, just like this one, and broken her leg. Even now, on cold nights, the pain lingered.

But how the hell did Y/N know about that?

Why did she care?

Minjeong's heart fluttered, just for a second. She gulped, pushing away the feeling, and stepped away to grab the towel and ice pack.

Her fingers gripped the fabric tightly as she glanced back at Y/N, who was still sitting, listening intently to her mother.

A nagging thought scratched at the back of Minjeong's mind, urging her to give in to this strange, persistent kindness.

She shoved it away.

"Here," Minjeong muttered, placing the towel beside Y/N and setting the ice pack down on the table.

She turned to leave- a hand wrapped around her wrist.

Minjeong's breath hitched. She looked down, expecting Y/N, but it was her mother.

"Hold the ice up for her, will you? I'm going to get her some soup to warm up."

Minjeong's jaw nearly dropped.

She could not believe what she was hearing.

It was pure karma.

She opened her mouth to protest, but her mother was already walking off toward the kitchen, leaving her alone.

With her.

Minjeong turned back to Y/N, who was still sitting, head tilted slightly, studying her with that same infuriating curiosity.

She sighed and reached for the ice pack.

A soft chuckle stopped her.

Minjeong's gaze flickered up.

Y/N was smiling-lips curled just slightly, dimples barely visible. She pulled the towel from her shoulders, setting it aside.

The sound of rain against the windows filled the silence between them.

"You don't have to do that," Y/N said, voice softer than usual.

Minjeong frowned.

"Just keep me company for a little while, please. I miss talking to you."

Minjeong felt it again. That stupid flutter in her chest.

Y/N had to be faking it. She had to. But the look in her eyes-

It wasn't the same glimmer she gave her friends, the playful twinkle that Minjeong had grown used to seeing.

This was different. It was softer. Gentler.

Minjeong swallowed, pressing the ice pack against Y/N's bruised cheek.

Y/N winced slightly at the cold but didn't move away. Instead, she smiled, shifting slightly to make space beside her in the booth.

Minjeong hesitated. Then, slowly, she sat down. Silence settled between them, but Y/N didn't let it linger."I'm sorry about Chaewon," she said, voice quiet. "She's... protective."

Minjeong tensed. It wasn't like she could disagree.

Chaewon was protective. But she was also right.

Minjeong had hurt her friend.

Her grip tightened slightly on the ice pack as she kept it in place.

"She had every right to be," Minjeong said, her tone cold. "I didn't mean to hit you that hard."

Y/N only smiled, leaning into the touch.

Minjeong's breath caught, her jaw clenched at the closeness.

How could someone she hated be so damn comfortable around her?

Minjeong wanted Y/N to get angry-to yell, to scream.

Not sit there and be friendly.

She clenched her jaw as Y/N smiled, "So you did mean to hit me."

Minjeong couldn't deny it. She stayed silent.

The rain outside filled the quiet that settled between them.

She could hear her mother moving around the kitchen, the clatter of pots and soft humming mixing with the sound of thunder in the distance.

Minjeong wanted to say something-anything. Even an insult would do. But her mind was blank.

The ice pack had started to warm against her fingers. She adjusted it against Y/N's cheek, pressing it gently into place.

"I still don't like you," she huffed, more to fill the silence than anything. "I'm not falling for your lies again."

Y/N exhaled, something unreadable flickering in her eyes.

"I didn't lie about wanting to be your friend. Or liking you," she said softly. "I just... didn't approach you with the right intentions. I'm sorry. My dad-he's not the best person. I barely know him. But I knew that he hurt you. And I wanted to make it better somehow."

Minjeong's throat tightened.

She didn't want to hear that.

She nudged Y/N's shoulder instead, scowling. "Just shut up and keep drying yourself. You're soaking the sofa."

Y/N smiled.

It wasn't much but it was a start and she was patient.

So she kept showing up at the restaurant.

She kept talking to Minjeong at school.

Interaction by interaction.

Brick by brick.

Until, somehow, impossibly-Minjeong let her back in.

Things got better.

So much better, in fact, that on Christmas Eve, Y/N found herself standing in front of Minjeong's house, clutching bags of gifts and food in her hands.

When the door opened, Minjeong just stared.

Her voice caught in her throat, countless thoughts racing through her mind.

"Y/N-what are you doing here?"

Y/N hesitated for only a second before raising the bags slightly, a small, lopsided smile on her face.

"I promised, didn't I?"

Minjeong blinked.

If anyone had told her that Y/N would actually show up, she would've laughed and told them to get their head checked.

She hadn't even expected Y/N to remember. The words had been brushed off as a joke, an empty promise at best.

But she was there.

With food. With gifts.

Minjeong's chest fluttered painfully as she took in the sight of her.

The soft glow of Christmas lights reflected in Y/N's eyes, and the crinkle at the corners of her smile made her stomach twist.

"You're crazy," Minjeong mumbled, before sighing and stepping forward, pulling Y/N into a small hug. "Y/N, you didn't have to."

"It's nothing." Y/N shrugged, stepping inside when Minjeong opened the door wider for her.

And if Minjeong had thought her parents were easily charmed by Y/N, her siblings proved her wrong.

Y/N didn't even have to say anything to win them over.

The moment they saw her step inside, looking like Santa Claus himself with all those gifts, their eyes lit up.

Minjeong watched from the side as her siblings swarmed Y/N with excitement, admiring the gifts all for themselves.

She bit the inside of her cheek to stop a chuckle, but still startled slightly when her mother suddenly gasped.

"YOU CAME!"

Before Y/N could even react, Minjeong's mother had grabbed her arm and dragged her straight to the kitchen. "Come try my kimchi! You like spice, right? I made it extra spicy this year!"

Minjeong couldn't help but soften as she watched her mother pull Y/N into the bustling house, filled with the laughter and chatter of her family.

The sight of her siblings holding their new toys, excitedly showing Y/N their favorite things about the gifts, made her heart swell.

She exhaled, shaking her head as she slowly made her way into the living room.

But even as she sat down, her eyes never left Y/N.

The way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she fit so effortlessly into her world.

It took a while, but eventually, Y/N stepped back into the living room, her eyes searching for one person and one person only.

Y/N gave her a small smile. "Your family is lovely."

Minjeong stood from the couch, reaching for her hand without thinking. "They keep hogging you," she muttered, tugging her gently" "Let's run away."

Y/N laughed but didn't hesitate to hold Minjeong's hand. She smiled, glancing around as the other girl led her to her bedroom. The house was small, but filled with warmth and comfort. Y/N couldn't help but envy it a little.

"Thank you for all the gifts," Minjeong murmured, closing the door behind them. "You really didn't have to."

The silence was a welcome change, but it didn't last long.

Somehow, they ended up lying on Minjeong's small bed, facing each other, when Y/N reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, wrapped box.

"I didn't know what to get you," she admitted, "I'm sorry."

Minjeong let out a soft laugh, her fingers moving to gently take the box from Y/N's hands.

"You didn't have to get me anything, Y/N. But whatever this is-it's perfect."

The gift was small, wrapped a little messily, but Minjeong didn't care.

She was too focused on the way Y/N was watching her.

Nervously, yet eagerly.

She unwrapped the box, tilting her head when she found a guitar pick inside. It was gorgeous-an ivory color with the initials K.M. engraved on each side.

Minjeong ran her thumb across the engraving, feeling the smoothness of it.

She couldn't believe what she was holding.

"The guitar should be arriving tomorrow."

Minjeong's eyes snapped up at Y/N's words, her grip on the pick tightening.

Her brain barely registered what she just heard.

'The guitar should be arriving tomorrow.'

The words repeated in her head, over and over, as she just stared at Y/N, her mouth slightly open.

A million thoughts, emotions, words-nothing could properly form.

Y/N was crazy.

No-this was insane.

There was no way Y/N actually bought her a guitar.

Just the thought of it made her feel lightheaded.

"Do you like it?" Y/N asked hesitantly.

Minjeong was still staring at the guitar pick in her hands, her mouth hanging slightly open.

"I heard you tell a client you were saving up to buy one," Y/N continued, pulling out her phone and sitting up to show Minjeong a few pictures. "It's this one. I talked to a guy, and he said this one is good for beginners."

Minjeong's breath hitched as she looked at the screen.

The guitar was beautiful.

Glossy black, brand new strings, shining under the store lights.

She swallowed thickly, looking up at Y/N again-who was just watching her, waiting.

Patient.

The gift was expensive and gorgeous and thoughtful.

Minjeong's heart swelled, her chest tightening with an emotion she couldn't name.

So she did the only thing she could.

She threw her arms around Y/N's neck, hugging her tightly.

Y/N froze for a moment at the sudden warmth engulfing her-but then she melted. Her arms instinctively wrapped around Minjeong's waist, pulling her close.

Her heart skipped at the unexpected affection, her cheeks burning.

She closed her eyes and smiled, taking in Minjeong's warmth, the way she felt against her-her scent, her presence.

"I'm glad you like it."

Minjeong couldn't stop herself.

Her grip on Y/N tightened as she buried her face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent.

It was warm.

Comforting.

She sighed, her heart pounding as she closed her eyes.

"I love it."

Her voice was soft, muffled against Y/N's embrace.

She slowly pulled away, her face burning as she looked down at her hands.

"I also got you something," she mumbled, "but it feels useless compared to your gift."

Y/N frowned slightly at that.

Minjeong shouldn't compare gifts. That wasn't what this was about.

Before she could say anything, Minjeong stood up and walked toward her closet, pulling out a small box covered in reindeer-patterned wrapping paper.

Y/N's heart quickened at the sight.

She could see the effort Minjeong had put into wrapping it-the way the corners were neatly tucked, the way a tiny ribbon sat perfectly tied on top.

Her eyes flickered up to Minjeong, who was now holding the gift out for her. She reached over and took it carefully, her fingers running across the smooth wrapping.

The box was light and small in her hands. "Can I open it?"

Minjeong nodded.

Y/N smiled softly, taking her time untying the ribbon, making sure not to tear the paper as she lifted the lid off the box.

Inside, there was a layer of tissue paper.

She gently pulled it back and her breath hitched.

A blue jewelry box sat inside.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she lifted it, flipping the lid open.

Inside, nestled against the soft velvet lining, was a golden necklace.

Y/N carefully picked it up, turning it over in her hands-

-and a small chuckle escaped her lips.

Dangling from the chain was a tiny, detailed basketball ball charm.

She swallowed thickly, her throat tight. It was so simple, yet it meant everything.

"You couldn't help yourself, could you?"

Minjeong smiled as she watched Y/N admiring the present.

Her heart squeezed gently as Y/N laughed and carefully lifted the necklace from the jewelry box.

Minjeong knew her gift was nothing compared to what Y/N had gotten for her. But seeing her like this-her face so soft, eyes full of warmth-made her more than happy.

The two stayed in Minjeong's room for as long as they could.

Which wasn't very long-because soon enough, her siblings and parents were calling them downstairs.

Y/N didn't linger much after that.

Christmas was about family, after all. The last thing she wanted to do was overstep.

So, despite Minjeong's mother asking her to stay for the twentieth time, she gently refused, saying she needed to get home before the snow started falling.

Minjeong walked her to the door, feeling a little sad to see her leave but too too shy to ask her to stay.

"Thanks for coming."

Y/N nodded, her chest feeling impossibly full. Minjeong had no idea how much tonight had meant to her.

She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Minjeong's cheek. "Thanks for having me."

Minjeong felt her breath catch in her lungs.

The touch was gentle. Warm.

The spot where Y/N's lips had been tingled, heat rushing to her face.

Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, trying to memorize the feeling-burn it into her mind.

But before she could process it, Y/N was already pulling away.

"Drive safely," Minjeong managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N smiled at her one last time before stepping out into the cold, pulling on her jacket.

Minjeong stayed by the doorway, watching as she got into her car.

And only when the car finally disappeared down the street did she allow herself to breathe again.

Time went on and Christmas break soon ended. Y/N was ecstatic to return to school after the break.

She couldn't wait to see Minjeong again.

As she walked through the hallways with her friends, there was an extra bounce in her step, a lightness in her chest.

They made their way outside for lunch, hoping the sun would warm them up.

"I don't know, I still don't like her."

Y/N paused mid-step at Chaewon's grumble.

She quickly exchanged an exasperated glance with Niki and Aeri before sighing. "Give it a rest, Chaewon."

"Give it a rest?" Chaewon scoffed. "Did you see the way she threw that ball at you, Y/N? That girl is dangerous, I'm telling you! What if she gets angry and throws another ball at you? It's psychotic. You were knocked out!"

Y/N shrugged, thanking Niki as he held the door open for her.

They stepped out into the school's wide garden, where the winter sun was shining brightly.

"She's got a strong personality, so what?" Y/N said easily. "Plus, she didn't mean to hit me that hard. And-" she grinned, holding up the charm hanging from her neck, "-she got me a necklace for Christmas!"

Chaewon snorted at that.

"A strong personality? She sounds like a psycho to me."

They reached an empty bench, settling into the sunlight.

Aeri gently nudged Y/N. "Just ignore her. She's just petty she's single."

Chaewon went on to argue that, but Y/N didn't mind them.

She knew her friend was just being protective-and she was thankful for that.

But at the same time, she was sure of one thing.

"Chae, Minjeong would never do anything to hurt me again. Trust me, she's-"

The words died in Y/N's throat.

Her chest tightened, breath catching as her gaze landed on a new sight.

It felt like the air had been stolen from her lungs.

Minjeong was leaning against a tree-not too far away.

And standing in front of her, with one hand gently placed on her waist and the other tangled in her hair, was Jimin.

Y/N watched, frozen in place, as Jimin tilted her head down and kissed Minjeong.

Minjeong tilted her head up to meet her, their lips pressing softly together.

Y/N could see everything, the way Jimin pulled away gently, the way Minjeong's lips curved slightly in response.

Her heart plummeted into her stomach.

The world around her blurred, sounds faded into nothing-her ears were ringing, her pulse pounding in her head.

She hadn't even realized that she'd stopped breathing.

Her lungs screamed for air but she couldn't breathe in.

For a split second, the urge to step forward burned inside her. To pull them apart. To rip Jimin's hand away from Minjeong.

But time had frozen around her.

And in that moment, Y/N was done.

[earlysunshines]

asap baby

kim minji x fem!reader ; fluff

synopsis: hanni and danielle spent months getting you and minji together only to find out you haven't kissed once

warnings: sixth member reader ; they makeout i GUESS muahaha very small tho very short ; if you have a sweet tooth you'll love this one I hope ; loser gf minji I fear (my type) ; not proofread

a/n: LOSER GF!!! muahahahaha also i wrote this in one sitting what

not many things make kim minji weak in the knees, she’s very good at keeping her composure. however, as soon as you were put into her life, all of that was thrown out the window.

you’ve been minji’s member for over a year. you’ve also been dating kim minji, the prettiest most gorgeous girl you’ve ever met for nearly two months now–all thanks to hanni and danielle, your other fellow members.

as happy as they were to get you two together, it was almost dreadful to witness the two of you together. it wasn’t necessarily awkward, but time alone with minji was limited, and you two were stupidly shy and giddy when the girls were around you. the two of you still act like how you did while you were crushing on each other – before the confession – and it’s not entertaining.

you’re much more outgoing and open about your feelings, however, but you’re willing to be patient for minj–even if that means her taking forever to initiate things and show you just how in love she is other than using acts of service and gift giving.

it isn’t until hanni and danielle bug you to death on your whole relationship, itching for more out of the two of you.

–

hanni and danielle sit in front of you, petrified.

“you’re telling me, the most you’ve done is held hands with her and kiss her on the cheek?” danielle gasps, her brows creasing.

you shake your head, blushing. “okay, well, i’ve kissed her hand and forehead too–”

“bro, you haven’t kissed her? you’ve been dating for like, almost two months are you fucking kidding me?”

putting up your hands in defense, you begin, “hey! she’s… shy… i think about kissing her and shit like that all the time but… i just… you know.”

“oh y/n, you haven’t even tried to initiate it? i know her, she definitely wants to kiss you too.”

“well,” you start, crossing your arms. “kissing isn’t the most important part of a relationship. she makes sure i’m healthy and we sleep in the same bed and i like her and care for her and–”

“well yeah you’re right but we didn’t spend five months listening and watching you two drool over each other just for you to end up together and act like an awkward couple in the 90s!”

“hey! we’re not! stop that!” you roll your eyes, then flop onto your bed from where you sit. picking up your phone, you gaze at the picture of your girlfriend on your screen. “i just– we kind of agreed to take it slow.”

“take it slow my ass man.” 

“well, everytime i’ve tried to initiate things more… you know, couple like… we always get interrupted! i mean i’ve tried to kiss her but i swear hyein and haerin have some superpower that lets them know when one of us tries to and they end up walking in and ugh!”

you weren’t lying, really. most attempts at trying to be affectionate and bolder were often interrupted.

after two weeks of going out with minji, spending nights together and cuddling as you talked about who knows what, you finally had the chance to be home alone. with everyone's schedules piled up, this rare moment of solitude was perfect.

minji had her arm around you as you both watched a movie, deciding to spend your last hour together curled up beside each other. your thumb gently grazed her hand repeatedly, making her smile and lean her head into you a bit more. it was calming, just being there beside her. the warmth of her presence was comforting, filling you with a sense of peace.

halfway into the movie, you turn to kiss her jawline. she tilts her head slightly, allowing you better access, her smile widening. the simple act feels intimate and precious, a quiet affirmation of the more romantic bond that took months of (mostly danielle and hanni’s) work to happen. 

her skin is warm and soft against your lips, sending a flutter through your chest. you savor the moment, wishing it could last forever.

“that tickles, you know.”

“mm, but you’re so cute.”

“you’re so corny,” she says, blushing. she looks at you more closely, tilting her head. “is that my t-shirt?”

“too early to do that?”

minji shakes her head. “nah, you look cute.”

her lips turn up in a smile, and you mirror her. “now look who’s corny.”

“oh, shut up, you’re literally blushing.”

��that’s only because the girl in front of me looks so good right now.” you gently push her glasses up so they sit on the crown of her head. the movie in the background dissolves into white noise, and minji’s breath hitches. your eyes dart down to her lips, making you subtly bite the inside of your own. “so good, kim minji.” 

she leans in closer, the warmth of her breath mingling with yours. the moment feels suspended in time, the anticipation building. you can see the sparkle in her eyes, feel the rapid beating of her heart through the closeness of your bodies. everything about her draws you in, making you smirk as your head tilts.

just as your lips are about to touch, you hear the door swing open and a pair of voices fill the air. you and minji quickly part, hearts racing. minji chokes on nothing, coughing as hyein walks into the living room and plops down on the couch between the two of you.

"hey, what's up?" hyein asks, oblivious to the moment she just interrupted. “what movie? no way you’re watching the mario movie without me!”

you exchange a quick, knowing glance with minji, both of you struggling to suppress smiles and calm your racing hearts. 

“sorry…” you mumble, turning to hyein and giving her an apologetic smile. “you’ve already watched this movie like three times!”

“still! i can’t believe you left me out…”

minji scoffs playfully, smiling at the two of you. she raises her brows at the youngest member. “you literally had a shoot, it’s not like we can facetime you in the middle of it.”

if that were even possible, hyein would’ve had to witness everything that had happened before. you and minji preferred things to be less… out there. besides, hyein didn’t even know the two of you were more than just members that had gotten super close. 

“hey, let’s watch it the next time we’re both free then!” you offer.

“yes for sure! anyway, i’m going to go change”

hyein walks off, leaving you and minji a space away from each other. minji stands up and puts her hand out, you grab it with a teasing smile. your girlfriend rolls her eyes at you and starts to lead you to the room you two share.

the two of you don’t really speak on the incident.

–

it takes a bit of time, a few weeks after the first incident to be exact, before you get the confidence to try again.

the rest of the members and your performance manager have gathered outside to recharge and grab water, leaving the two of you alone. minji sits next to you on the floor of the practice room against the mirror, both of you sweaty from practice.

minji is on her phone, her breath still a bit heavy from the past thirty minutes of repeating and repeating several moves until they were perfect. your eyes soften at the sight of her, knowing how hard-working and passionate she is about being an idol. she's been your main motivation ever since you both were trainees, and the way she caught your eye was also a factor.

you admire her dedication, the way she pours her heart into every dance move and every note she sings. the sweat on her forehead and the tired yet determined look in her eyes only make her more endearing to you. the room is quiet except for your breathing, the air thick with the lingering energy of your intense practice.

gathering your courage, you inch a little closer to her. your heart races, but the desire to share a tender moment with her pushes you forward. you reach out and push away some of the hair framing her face, which makes her turn over to look at you. her eyes smile before her lips do, making you fold.

“tired?” you ask.

“very.” minji admits, putting her phone down and giving you all of her attention. “you’re sweating a lot, you must be too?”

“it’s whatever.” you sigh, leaning against the mirror. you stare at your girlfriend, her eyes drill right back into yours before a smirk plays on her lips.

“you like what you see?”

“my sweaty girlfriend?” you chuckle and push her arm, then bite your lip not-so-subtly. “for sure.”

minji smiles, gums showing a bit. she places her hand on your knee, letting her fingers run up and down your skin. “you’re a tease.”

“kim minji, you look so kissable right now.” the words flow out of your mouth, pausing minji in her place. 

she clenches her jaw before scooting closer to you, her hand moving from your knee to your arm and under the short sleeve covering your bicep. her touch is warm, sending a shiver up your spine.

without saying a word, she leans in, her eyes locking onto yours. the moment hangs in the air, charged with anticipation. 

“yeah? what are you going to do about it l/n y/n?”

you scoff lightheartedly before leaning closer, time seems to slow down as you move your hand to caress her jawline softly. “wouldn’t you like to know.” you whisper just centimeters away from her lips.

both of your eyes close and just as you begin to close the distance, a group of girls bursts into the room. 

you and minji part suddenly, pushing each other away as your cheeks turn crimson. the interruption is jarring, and you can feel the heat rising to your face, matching the flush on minji’s cheeks. the lively chatter and laughter of the group fill the room, making it impossible to continue the moment. you exchange a quick, embarrassed glance with minji, both of you silently lamenting the lost opportunity.

haerin stares at the two of you on the floor as if a meteor had just landed between you, causing both of you to jump apart. there’s now three feet of awkward space between the two of you, and haerin simply tilts her head.

“minji, y/n, you didn’t get water?” haerin asks, her voice tinged with curiosity.

“not... um, thirsty,” you manage to say, feeling the heat of embarrassment still lingering. minji nods in agreement, her gaze darting away briefly.

haerin’s expression remains unreadable as she continues to observe the two of you, her silence adding to the awkwardness that hangs in the air.

your girlfriend jumps up with energy, clapping her hands and beaming, “alright! let’s continue!” which makes you chuckle. minji looks back at you and you mouth, good save, before sticking your tongue out at her.

–

“i told you we almost kissed! we just... every time i want to and we get close, it gets ruined.”

danielle frowns sympathetically, feeling bad after hearing your frustration. hanni shakes her head, then crosses her arms and nudges danielle closer to her.

“dude, just kiss her,” hanni sighs, then turns to danielle, who looks utterly confused. “like this.”

“woah, wait–”

hanni smiles mischievously at you, then fixes danielle with a serious gaze. “just put your hand on her shoulder like this—” she squeezes danielle's deltoid, making her gasp in surprise. “—then look her in the eye.” they lock eyes, and danielle can’t help but smirk at the absurdity of the situation, struggling to keep a straight face. you chuckle, thoroughly amused by their impromptu demonstration.

“then say whatever lovey-dovey shit and lean in, mmm~” hanni hums playfully, puckering her lips for effect.

danielle smirks back, leaning in slightly and catching hanni off guard. hanni jumps back dramatically, looking at danielle with mock horror as danielle bursts into laughter. you join in, unable to contain your amusement at the whole scene unfolding before you.

“oh, come on, hanni pham~ we have to give her a demonstration!”

“gross!” hanni sticks her tongue out at dani, who’s laughing louder now. “i didn’t think you’d actually play along!”

“don’t be shy!”

“i hate you.”

you smile at the two, rolling your eyes playfully before leaning back and hugging your pillow again.

the thought of minji, right before she’s about to kiss you, fills your mind with warmth. memories of those moments flash before you, making you smile. her lips look soft, and you've imagined how they would feel against yours countless times. they must be heaven, and you can't wait to experience it for real. you don’t want this to just be a daydream you have everyday anymore.

kissing minji is something special, something that has to be perfect. you want it to be a moment you both cherish, not hurried or awkward like hanni's demonstration. you want to approach her with tenderness and sincerity, making sure every detail is just right. it's a moment you've been waiting for, and you want to make it unforgettable for both of you.

“ugh, this is so frustrating.” you sigh, collapsing onto hanni’s thigh.”

danielle thinks to herself, then lights up. “wait, you’ve always been the one to start it, right?”

“i guess?”

“just find a way for minji to do it instead then.”

“and how will i do that?”

"just use your ways, i don't want to think about how i'd get minji to kiss me. that's gross…" hanni interjects, prompting you to push her head lightly.

"okay, minji is not gross, and she’s my lovely girlfriend that i want to kiss very much, thank you." you defend minji with a playful smile, while hanni pretends to gag, earning chuckles from you and danielle.

you start to ponder danielle’s suggestion seriously. how could you make a move on minji? she’s confident on camera when it comes to variety shows, livestreams, or anything of that sort, even playing along with fangirls’ comments. but she’s completely different when it comes to you, her girlfriend, and always reserved when it comes to initiating intimacy. she's comfortable with cuddles and the occasional kiss on the cheek, but you want more.

as you think about it, a plan starts to form in your mind. you recall how she responds to your touch, the way her eyes soften when you compliment her, and how she leans into your affection–but this is all behind closed doors

every nuance of minji's personality and her vulnerabilities flood your mind, and they all seem to revolve around your relationship. you muse over the idea of teasing her playfully to elicit a more spontaneous reaction—like kissing you.

as you think about the dynamics between you, a plan starts to take shape in your mind. 

–

the notification on your phone alerts you that minji is live, and since you're done with everything you need to do and nearby, you might as well surprise her.

you stare at the screen for a moment, admiring your girlfriend. she's wearing the leather jacket you bought her before you started dating, a white t-shirt underneath, a cap perched on her head, and the glasses that always make her look even cuter.

"ugh, you're going to be the death of me," you mutter quietly to yourself as you gaze at her image. gathering your courage, you knock on the door to the room she's in. you watch as she jumps in her seat, clearly startled by the sudden interruption.

"hello? who is it?" minji calls out, her voice tinged with curiosity. "hanni, is that you?"

you chuckle softly, turning off your phone and deciding to play along. slowly, you open the door just a crack, peering in with only the top half of your head visible. minji's eyes widen in surprise, and a bright smile instantly lights up her face, showing her gums and top teeth.

“y/n!” minji rolls her chair to the door and opens it fully, grabbing your hand as you step inside. “what are you doing here?”

“i got a notification from phoning and wanted to see you.” you grin, knowing her cheeks are warming up since the live is still going. “i have squid crackers.”

minji pulls a chair beside the two of you and pats it down so you can sit. “yum, let’s eat!”

“okay, okay.”

the live continues on with the two of you bickering over small things, arguing over vegetables and you trying to convince her that they won’t kill her. the comments roll quickly, something tells you that most of the live will be clipped and shared online, not that you mind.

nearing the end of the livestream, you and minji sit close together, your arms brushing against each other as you read through the comments. the phone sits on the desk in front of you, capturing your interactions with your fans.

underneath the desk, where the phone is positioned, minji taps your knee. you subtly glance down and see her hand open, silently motioning for you to hold it. a smile spreads across your face as you turn towards her, interlocking your fingers with hers. you exchange a brief, affectionate look before turning back to the camera, continuing to hold hands as you engage with the comments and wrap up the livestream.

you move your head closer to the screen to glimpse at a few comments, most of them complimenting minji with her glasses on and tousled hair. your lips turn up and you agree, “yeah, the comments are right.”

“what do they say?”

“that you look…” you read a certain comment that makes your nose scrunch as you laugh. “they're saying you look… scrumptious?”

minji chuckles, shaking her head. “strange.”

you lean back in your chair and keep your eyes focused on minji, the whole time as she reads through more comments, eyeing her like a meal. yeah, the comments have a point.

your girlfriend tries to maintain composure as she notices you eyeing her up and down, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek in a playful manner. she turns to meet your gaze, and all you do is smirk at her, glancing down at her lips for a fleeting moment before locking eyes with her again.

kim minji can stay sane for the cameras, she has to. 

even when you look at her like that, and in her hoodie. 

“minji please be my girlfriend…” minji reads out quietly, making you sit up and move to look at the screen yourself.

“absolutely not.” you retort, bringing minji in closer by the arm. “she’s off limits.”

minji looks at you, trying her absolute best to keep her cool and playing off her nerves with a laugh. “says who?”

“me.” you mumble, turning to face her. 

the livestream captures the entire scene: you grinning mischievously at minji, playfully holding onto her arm, clearly enjoying teasing her. she visibly folds a bit internally, swallowing lightly as she glances over at the rapidly scrolling chat. sensing the attention, minji gently unlinks your arms and ruffles your hair, pushing your chair back with a playful eye-roll as a blush spreads across her cheeks.

"okay, that's enough from you, y/n," minji sighs, feigning exasperation but unable to hide her smile. she addresses the screen, her voice warm despite her playful annoyance. "bye bye everyone, stay safe and see you next time!" with that, she ends the livestream as fast as she can, placing the phone down on the table.

as the screen goes dark, you exchange a knowing look with minji, both of you aware of how bold you were.

minji pulls your chair toward her, stopping you in your place right when your faces are a hand’s length apart.

“what was that y/n?” she questions you, narrowing her eyes. 

you giggle. “what do you mean?”

“you know what i– ugh, we’re going to be clipped and posted and–”

“and you’ll be watching over it all?”

minji gazes at you in disbelief, her breath catching slightly as she meets your gaze. you return her look, peering at her through lowered eyelashes, a subtle smile playing on your lips. the air between you two is thick with tension, the intensity of the moment palpable.

you begin to stand up, stretching your arms out as you make your way towards the door. however, before you can take another step, your wrist is gently but firmly pulled back. you turn around, surprised, to see minji still seated in her chair, her eyes fixed you, her pupils dilated.

her cap and glasses are taken off before she stands up and meets your level, her hand travels to your waist.

“was this on purpose?”

“what was?”

"don't make me work for it," minji warns softly, her head tilting ever so slightly to the side. her eyes linger on yours for a moment before trailing down to your lips. you feel a rush of anticipation as you lick them, waiting eagerly to see what she’s planning to do next.

“someone is eager, huh?”

“shut up.” is the last thing minji says before her lips meet yours, finally.

her other hand is on the base of your neck, lightly adding pressure as she kisses you. her lips are as soft as they look, and they feel even better against your lips than anywhere else. 

both of you pull away, then minji looks at you hesitantly. “is this okay?”

“fucking finally,” you sigh right before cupping both her cheeks and kissing her again.

minji's grip on you tightens, her touch indicating the need to hold onto you as the intensity of the moment deepens. the scent of peach and jasmine surrounds you, adding to the dreamlike atmosphere. your lips feel like a wish that no genie could ever grant, so hazy and perfect in this moment. as you slide your hands into her hair, the moment feels surreal, as if you're both caught up in a beautiful dream.

she shifts the two of you over towards the small couch in the corner, settling you down and hovering over you. she catches you smiling at her as your thumbs rub her cheeks lightly.

“you’re so cute minji.” 

“stop that.”

“are you flustered? aw look at you–” she cuts your teasing off with a kiss, both of you smiling into it. you want this to last forever, just you and minji together, kissing, her lips on yours, hand in your hair and the other trailing down your torso – just the two of you in the moment and nothing else.

your desire is rejected when you hear a squeal, making minji fumble and fall on top of you, her face meeting the base of your neck.

“minji? y/n? what–”

hyein.

your girlfriend gets up, crawling away from you, her face beet red and visibly flustered. she meets the youngest member with a complete lack of composure, while you sit up and watch everything unfold.

“w-why didn’t you knock?” minji scolds her, immediately looking away from hyein because she cannot look her in the eye after she had walked in on both of you. 

“are you two together? how long has this been going on? oh my god… why did no one tell me?”

“hyein, listen.”

“i knew something was up.” she facepalms, then looks at you. “sleeping in the same room… being alone together so much– i just though you guys were really close until i caught minji kissing your hand.”

your eyes widen. “what? when?”

“you guys were in the kitchen together cooking and ugh it all adds up…”

minji looks at you and silently pleads for help, prompting you to get up and stand next to your lover. hyein looks at the two of you expectantly, raising her brows as you two shrink under her.

“can we please talk about this with everyone else? they can help sort this out.” you suggest, which only feeds the flame (lee hyein).

“everyone else but me knew this?” she says in shock, then pouts at the two of you. “c’mon! why did you keep the juiciest stuff away from me!”

“because! you’re young! and besides, haerin doesn’t know either.” you desperately try to defend yourself, but none of your words get through her head – or maybe they do and she’s too shaken up to process it.

you and minji look at each other, blushes taking over your faces like a tsunami. 

a small breath leaves your lips; hyein had caught you making out with your girlfriend and now you both have to sit her down and give her a little talk as if you were two parents.

but at least you got to kiss your girlfriend after what had felt like forever, so maybe it was worth it in the end.

(plus, that look on minji’s face – yeah, maybe it was slightly worth it even if the kisses got cut short.)

[honeylations]

KIM MINJEONG x FEM!READER

Prompt: your usually shy girlfriend wants to ask you to help her but your bad mood scares her off

Warnings/Notes: g!p Minjeong, subby Minjeong, riding, squirting, creampie, handjobs, blow jobs

“H-Hah I’m s-so close…N-Need to cum..” Minjeong growled, stroking her cock faster and shutting her eyes tight when she could feel herself going to the edge.

She wished you were there stroking her instead. Kissing her until she made a mess on your hand.

She needed you.

“Oh my god just fucking kill me, will you!?”

“Wah!” Poor Minjeong jumped from the couch at your sudden dramatic entrance and how the slamming of the door pretty much shook the entire apartment.

You were too pent up with your rant that you didn’t see your girlfriend rushing to pull up her boxers and pants with a red face.

“What’s with the manager being up my ass all the fucking time?! I’m only one person and it’s not my fault other people in my damn group don’t even make up one brain cell! NOT EVEN ONE!”

Minjeong stood in between the gap that separated the living room and kitchen, watching you slam your purse on the counter and pacing back and forth.

Profanity after profanity left your lips and Minjeong could see the steam coming from your ears. Your girlfriend fiddled with the sleeves of her hoodie and cleared her throat to try and get your attention.

“H-Hi babe”

“Ugh and I don’t even get paid extra for doing most of that shitty work! I might as well quit on the spot and see him cry!”

Minjeong sealed her lips and couldn’t ignore the pain in her dick, begging to be touched.

You finished your rant with a click of your tongue and saw your girlfriend standing there in fear. “Shit, I’m sorry Jeongie. I didn’t mean to scream around like that, I’m just really over my shift today”

“It’s okay, babe. Wanna sit down and talk about it?”

Aw your baby was such a sweetheart.

“No no, we can do that later. I think a nap will fix it all”

Minjeong smiled and took your hand to lead you to your shared bedroom. Being in a relationship for so long, you two always slept half naked. You being in your panties and Jeongie in her boxers.

Something about the skin to skin contact was just so comforting.

Only issue is, Minjeong’s boner was still rock hard and you managed to miss it even when you finally got under the covers with her.

But your girlfriend wouldn’t let you cuddle.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” You questioned, making her even more nervous.

“Uh it’s nothing, really..”

“Puppy, whatever it is, spill it right now” You practically ordered, eyebrow twitching.

Minjeong huffed. “ihaveabonerandineedyoutohelpmecum”

“Huh?”

Minjeong spun on her other side away from you and hugged the blanket over her head. “Haha nothing never mind! time to sleep goodnight I love you!”

Ripping the covers off your girlfriend, you made her lie on her back while you sat on her stomach. “Stop shying away pup. Tell me what you want”

“I’m gonna go get a drink of water—WAH!” Minjeong yelped at her wrists being pinned on each side of her head.

“Say it”

Your girlfriend’s pout almost made you fold but you clenched your jaw to not give in so easily.

“M-My dick is…uh very hard..”

“Uh huh…”

“A-And I n-need you to help me..cum”

You kissed her lips and smiled. “Now was that so hard?”

“Well yes! You stormed into the apartment like a mad woman!”

Now it was your turn to pout and huff. “I said I was sorry!”

Your girlfriend looked away. “You seemed really tired too so I didn’t want to bother—“

Kiss

Minjeong went redder at your sudden move. “H-Hey!”

“Don’t you ever believe you’d bother me, okay pup?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Good. Now let me suck your dick”

Minjeong couldn’t even answer since you already yanked her pants and boxers off to start playing with her dick. She watched you with parted lips, panting at the sight of your small hands working itself up and down.

“You alright there, puppy?” You smiled into her neck as her head hung back in pleasure.

“Better than alright”

You kissed her slowly and got your tongue exploring Minjeong’s mouth which she moaned into. She would pause for a moment to watch you jerk her off faster, losing the strength to keep her eyes open.

“C-Can you please suck me off, baby? Pretty please” she whimpered while looking so deep into your eyes, you were able to see Minjeong well up tears.

“Of course, my love”

You lowered your head down and quickly sucked at your girlfriend’s leaking tip before taking her entirely inside. Her hands found comfort on your head that began to move, being one of the lucky people to not have a gag reflex.

You were able to deepthroat her so easily without a problem and Minjeong was in heaven every single time.

“Fuck. Oh fuck, Y/n-ie”

The vibration from your hum triggered your girlfriend’s hips to thrust, shocking her immediately. “N-No I’m sorry! A-Are you okay?”

Keeping her cock deep inside your throat, you gently caressed her hands on your head and she took it as the green light to do as she pleases.

Minjeong relaxes more and resumed her hip movement, tucking your hair behind your ears as she hissed out profanities.

“So so fucking good, Y/n-ie. I want to cum in your mouth. Can I pretty please?”

Another approved hum from you, and your girlfriend reacted with a punched out groan at the same time she fills your mouth with cum.

“Hah…so good…”

You sat up with pride after swallowing your personal favourite liquid snack, cleaning your mouth with a simple swipe from the back of your hand. Minjeong was still catching her breath when you hovered above her lap and held her still hard length at your soaked folds.

Minjeong doesn’t even remember seeing you remove your clothes because now here you were bouncing on her cock with your plush tits in her view. She kissed the flower tattoos across your collarbones before resting her lips on your right nipple, sucking gently as her hands held your hips.

She could almost touch the tips of her fingers together from how small your waist was, her middle fingers resting on your back dimples perfectly.

“Hah fuck! My Minjeongie is so good for letting me use her cock hm?” You managed to word out despite constantly impaling yourself onto her thick and long cock.

Minjeong nodded cutely and almost choked on her saliva when your cunt seemed to tighten around her more. “U-Use me all you want, Y/n-ie”

“Fuck, feels so fucking good, Jeongie! I’m so close, help me cum baby”

Your girlfriend didn’t need to be told twice. She planted her feet on the bed and wrapped you in her arms like a bear before destroying your pussy with repeatedly hard thrusts.

The bed was constantly being driven into the wall from how fast your girlfriend was going but who were you to complain? Her cock was kissing your cervix deliciously and you immediately became mush in Minjeong’s hands, crying and moaning into her neck to the point you even started to drool.

“Oh god yes yes yes that’s it, puppy! Gonna make me cum all over your big hard cock hm?”

Minjeong painted your neck with hickies. “Mhm want to make Y/n-ie cum!”

“Fuck you’re so good to me pup. Give me all of your cum okay? Want you to fill me until my pussy aches. Can you do that?”

Minjeong’s eyes rolled back at your words. “Hah..I’m cumming!”

“That’s it, baby! Fuck I’m gonna squirt!” You bit onto your girlfriend’s broad shoulder and shook in her arms as you sprayed clear liquid all over her cock, pelvis and even the sheets.

Minjeong continued thrusting until she emptied her balls inside your drenched cunt. “Holy shit…”

You pulled your ass up slowly as Minjeong’s cock fell limp and watched thick globs of semen rain from your pussy, moaning at the sight.

After taking a quick taste of her cum, you took the covers that you pushed off earlier and hugged it over you and Minjeong’s bodies, comfortably laying on top of your girlfriend.

Minjeong brushed your hair and was about to ask how you were until she heard slight snoring. You were knocked out quick. Smiling at the sight, your girlfriend sweetly kissed your head and fell asleep with you, reminding herself to give you a good shower once you woke up.

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 CHANEL GIRLFRIENDS kim minji x fem!reader

🎸★ ͘ ⴰ yn of lesserafim and minji of new jeans, both are ambassadors of the worldwide known luxury brand chanel, they’re also known as the chanel girlfriends.

a series of short oneshots and compilations that convinced the world that the “chanel girlfriends” are definitely not just two girls who are friends.

PARING — kim minji x lsrfm!reader

yn and minji’s being girlfriends on live 895k views

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🎸★ ͘ ⴰ clip one

minji furrowed her eyebrows at the comments on the live, “there’s a shadow at the door?” she reads the comment before laughing, “you guys joke too much.”

she tried to move onto other topics but the comments kept spamming about a shadow at the door, “what are you guys talking about?” she asks before turning behind herself to in fact see a shadow at the door.

she turns back around at the live raising a brow before turning back around and rolling the chair towards the door to open it just to reveal a smiling yn.

minji groans and throws her head back as she opens the door wider, “oh my gosh, you’re such a weirdo, how long have you been standing there?”

yn laughs softly as she shuffles into the room, the comments spamming about the lesserafim members presence.

minji rolls back to the desk and reads the comments as yn stands behind her chair, “is that yn from lesserafim?” minji reads, “no, it’s danielle.”

yn laughs as she rests her chin on minji’s shoulder, “hello.” she says in a fake australian accent.

minji cringes as she looks up at yn shaking her head at the girls accent, “no…”

“what? I thought that sounded good.”

🎸★ ͘ ⴰ clip two

minj pouted slightly as she watched yn be so into her phone, ever since they started the the live yn has been so immersed and giving her zero attention.

she turns to the live with an annoyed look on her face as she reads the comments, “what is yn doing?”

“that’s exactly what I’ve been thinking.” minji says before turning to girl and grabbing the edge of yn’s chair to pull closer to her

she leans her chin on yn’s shoulder before whispering into the girls ear, “what are you doing?”

yn looks up totally unfazed by minji’s closeness, “I’m playing total drama island.” she says before looking back down at her phone.

minji immediately takes her chin from yn’s shoulder before turning back to live, “oh my- guys she’s been playing that game for days over and over again.”

the comments laugh at the new jeans leader annoyance, “I’m so serious, she’ll come over just to lay on my bed and play the game and when it’s over she’ll leave and is all like I’ll facetime you later.”

yn covers her face in embarrassment at her being exposed, “you sound like chaewon unnie, she says I’m addicted, she might take away my phone.”

“you are addicted! maybe I need to take away your phone.”

🎸★ ͘ ⴰ clip three

“have you watched the cool with you mv?” minji asks the girl that stands beside her chair.

she gasps when yn shakes her head no, “oh my gosh, bro your need to watch it.” minji says grabbing her phone to put on the mv.

“did you just call me bro?” yn asks only to get ignored by as minji gets ready to press play, “come on sit.”

yn looks at the camera and then behind her and then around the room and then at minji, before shoving the girls shoulder, “there’s no chair, bro.” she says mocking the new jeans member.

minji looks up from her phone to look at yn, “oh.” she laughs before rolling out from the desk, “sit, because I want you to see it.”

yn looks at the live awkwardly before taking a seat in minji’s lap as minji wraps her arms around yn’s mid and puts her chin on yn’s shoulder so they both see the video.

yn gasps when she sees hoyeon, “she’s so pretty.” she says at the screen in awe.

minji side eyes yn as the girl seems to only be making reactions towards hoyeon.

“wow…” yn says again as hoyeon pops back on the screen.

“what about me?” minji whines, “I was just on the screen.”

🎸★ ͘ ⴰ clip four

“hi…” yn says to the live, the fans spam the comments wondering why it’s so dark in the room she’s in and why she’s live late or you could say early since it was 2:00 am.

“I’m bored.” yn responds answering questions, “I’m in my room, I don’t even know if I’m allowed to do lives in my room but who cares.”

yn stills when the person beside her shifts and turns their sleeping body to face the wall, she shushes the live like they’re the one’s talking before pointing beside her, “minji slept over so she’s sleeping.”

yn laughs as the comments tell her to wake up minji, “she’ll kill me if I wake her up.” yn said shaking her head at the chat’s suggestions, “she also had a long day today, she followed me all over the place at the mall.”

as yn rambles about her day and other random things she feels minji grab her and pull her closer still sleeping.

“minji is a touchy sleeper but don’t tell anyone that.”yn whispers and laughs softly but her laughs come to a quick stop when she sees a certain someones comment.

“chaewon unnie what are you doing up so late? aren’t old people supposed to sleep early?” she asks as she reads her leaders comments instructing her to go to bed.

[elleluvsjurin]

Forever And Always

Kim Minji x single milf!reader

Synopsis: You’re the CEO of a company so you have to hire an assistant. Kim Minji is the perfect candidate for you. You guys build a connection, she finds out about your son, what happened with his father, and so on.

Warnings: g!p Minji, chubby fem!reader, flirting, reader is 26, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), mentions of kids/past relationships, death and mentions of abuse, reader calls Minji “pretty girl”

word count: 1.8K

a/n: this does not the depict the idol irl also I wanted to age reader up for the plot

MEN DNI‼️

You’re typing away at your desk when Minji walks in. Since you’re in your headspace, you don’t notice. Minji clears her throat and you look up at her, locking eyes.

“Hello Miss. L/N” She bows and you smile.

“Oh don’t be silly, pretty girl. Call me Y/N.” You reply and you see a pink hue on her cheeks.

“Y-yes Y/N.” She stutters.

“Cute.” You mutter to yourself quietly and she stands there awkwardly, awaiting your response.

“Oh yes! Sorry. I have emailed you the list of drinks that I want you to pick up from the coffee shop down the street. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?” You stop typing and look at her.

“Yes ma’am, I will go right away.” She walks out of the room and your eyes follow her, thinking not so innocent thoughts.

She comes back after an hour, placing the different kinds of drinks on your desk.

“Thank you, pretty girl.” You mention

“You’re welcome.” She looks over at your desk, her eyes landing on a picture of you and a little boy who looks to be your son.

“Yes, he’s my son.” You say as you take notice of her eyeing your desk.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” she bows quickly and you chuckle, cutting her off.

“No need to say sorry, pretty girl. I don’t mind talking about him, I’m sure you were just curious.” You smile and take a sip of your latte. Her nerves calming down at your soft voice.

“Oh uhm- What’s his name?” She asks

“His name is Apollo and he’s 3.” You reply sweetly. She nods her head at your reply.

“Since today’s your first day I don’t really wanna place a huge burden on you but I will have you pick up a few items for me tomorrow and a few other things, mmkay?” You say and she nods her head.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Go home, I’ll see you tomorrow pretty girl.”

“I’ll see you as well Miss. Y/N.” Minji walks out of the room.

The next day rolls over and Minji arrives fairly early, earlier than you.

“Good morning pretty, you look cute today.” You say, eyeing her up and down while you unlock the door to your office. Minji is wearing a black skirt with a white blouse. You’re wearing a red body con dress with black stilettos.

“Thank you, Miss. You look very pretty as well.” She says nervously. You eventually open the door, walking in first with Minji trailing behind you, trying not to look down at your ass. You place your things down on your desk and sit in your chair.

“I’m going to hand you the keys to my car and I want you to pick up a bag that I ordered from the mall. Later, I’m gonna have you pick up Apollo from daycare. I already called the place and told them that you will be picking him up. But be careful, he’s a runner so you may have to hold him. I’ll give you extra for it. Understand, pretty?” You say politely

She nods her head in agreement but that’s not enough for you.

“Words. I need to hear your words, Minji.” You say sternly

“Y-yes Miss.Y/N.” She stutters

“Good girl.” You turn on your computer and hand her your keys so she can do the tasks that you’ve sent her. Minji is on her way to do her work that you assigned.

The day comes and goes very quickly. You’re locking up for the day before you hear Apollo call your name.

“Mama!” Apollo exclaims in Minji’s arms. You grab him and kiss his puffy cheeks.

“Hello my love. How was he, Minj?” You ask as you ruffle his hair

“He did really well. Not too bad.” She blushes at the profound nickname.

“Ok. Thank you for picking him up. Do you need a ride?” You ask, concerned

“Uh if you don’t mind?” She says softly

“Of course I don’t mind. Let’s get going, yeah?”

6 months pass since it’s been Minji’s first day. She’s been nothing but really helpful. She even watches Apollo from time to time, which you pay her extra for. She has really grown to enjoy hanging out with your little “family” and by family she means you and Apollo. She recently found out that Apollo’s dad was really abusive before you got pregnant and that he died in a car crash just before Apollo turned one. You, yourself has loved Minji since you laid eyes on her, even if you were thinking about getting in her pants. But now you and Minji hang out almost every weekend. You go out, go to your place to watch movies, and she spends the night sometimes. Like tonight, Apollo went with his grandparents so you and Minji can have a little “sleepover” in your bedroom.

“You know…you look so edible right now.” You slowly trail your hand up her thigh but you feel something hard poking your hand and you look down at her crotch

“Y-Y/N, I-…” She trails off

“Kim Minji, do you have a dick?” You laugh

“N-No….yes. I understand if you’re not interested in me anymore…” She says, defeated

“It’s ok baby, let me take care of you.” You say, getting on your knees in front of her as she looks down at you, awkwardly.

“Uhm..are you sure? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She says quietly

“I want to. Relax, pretty girl.” She lifts her bottom up as you pull her pajamas pants down, leaving her in her boxers. You also pull off her boxers and grab ahold of her cock, staring at it.

“Y-Y/N? please.” She begs silently and you begin to softly kiss her pink tip.

“Hmm so quiet and cute but your cock makes up for it.” You slowly take her cock into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down as she whimpers. She runs her fingers through your hair as you throat her cock.

“F-fuck…yes.” Minji throws her head back while you work your mouth on her cock.

“God Y/N, please don’t stop.” She whimpers. You continue to bob your head up and down as she thrusts in your mouth. Her tip hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. At this point, the movie is background noise for you two as you continue your sinful act.

“a-ah fuck, im gonna cum!” she squeaks out, you two lock eyes together as her cock pulses in your mouth before she shoots her load into your throat. You swallow her entire load and you wipe the remnants off of the side of your mouth.

“Wow pretty girl.” You say and her cheeks turn beet red.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cum in your mouth..it just felt so good a-and I wanna do you now. May I?” She hurriedly says and you laugh at her flustered expression.

“Of course you can. Show me what you got.” You stand in front of Minji on your bed, taking off your nightgown for her. She stands up, slightly towering over you and she softly pushes you on the bed. You instantly spread your legs for the girl and her mouth waters. She starts by separating your pussy lips with two of her fingers and attaches her mouth to clit, sucking on it. Your hands find their way to her hair, slightly tugging on it as you moan.

“s-shit..” you trail off and roll your eyes to the back of your head and she starts by thrusting two fingers inside of your cunt. Going faster with each of your moans.

“oh my goodness….please minj~.” you beg, your moans giving her the motivation to thrust her fingers faster inside of you. Your moans start to staccato and you clench around her fingers, indicating that you’re about to cum. Minji looks up at you.

“Cum for me, Y/N.” You clench one last time and squirt all over Minji’s fingers.

“Fucking shit, Minji.” She pulls her fingers out of your cunt and slowly sucks on both of them.

“You taste amazing but I bet you feel even better.” She flips you over, placing you face down and ass up as she takes off her shirt and bra.

“Gosh Minj, you’re so rough.” You look back at her to see her placing her tip up to your entrance. She grabs your hair and pulls it back to where you’re looking at her.

“You’ve been trying to fuck me since day one. This isn’t what you want, no?” She completely slides into you and you whimper out.

“P-please I want it.” She bottoms out inside of you, gripping onto your hips, and she harshly thrusts inside of your cunt, making you squeak. She chuckles at your submissive state.

“How does it feel being pushed around now, hmm? You’re up under me now, Y/N. Do you understand me?” Minji taunts as she continues to abuse your pussy with her cock.

“Yes. Yes! I understand-..please just don’t stop.” You roll your eyes to back of your head when Minji smacks your ass, she bends down, her lips touching your ear

“Maybe I should knock you up for proof, hmm! How do you feel about that, Y/N? You’ll be mine forever and always.” She grunts when your ass comes into contact with her pelvis as she thrusts deep into your cunt.

“Fuck! I don’t care just keep on fucking me.” You scream out, her cock digging deep into your pussy.

“Gosh Y/N, I’m gonna cum. Let me cum inside?” She asks and you nod your head fast.

“Yes baby, cum in me.” Minji whimpers, her pace picking up and slowing down when she cums inside of you. Her orgasm trigger yours and you squirt all over her cock. Minji slowly pulls out of your swollen cunt, her dripping out of you and onto the bed.

“Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Minji goes back to her soft state.

“No, you didn’t hurt me. I just haven’t been sexually active in a long time, but I’m perfectly fine. It was amazing.” You reply and her cheeks turn a hue of pink. She goes over to kiss your lips and you melt into her.

“I-I really like you, Y/N..will you please give me a chance?” She hugs the side of your body and you think for a moment. She shyly looks away before you give an answer.

“Yes, I will give you a chance but at work we will have to keep it professional, mmkay pretty girl?” You reply and she nods her head.

“Of course. I can’t believe I finally get to call you my girlfriend!” She exclaims excitedly and you smile at her.

“Gosh. You’re so cute, pretty girl.” Minji blushes at your statement. You pull her into a kiss and she whimpers.

“S-sorry.” You chuckle at her

“Cute.” You guys end up cleaning up and you chill out by watching a movie for the rest of the night. Minji holds you and thinks of all the things she plans on doing with you and Apollo. You fall asleep in her arms and she kisses your forehead.

“Forever and always.” She mumbles…

[diorctrl]

FAVOURITE SECRET PT 2 nishimura riki x reader

𓂂 ˳ older sister’s best friend riki, fluff warnings: intentional lower case, swearing , angst, hurt comfort

pt 1

there’s a lump in your throat as you stare at your older sister, she stares at you and the boy on the floor in shock, a mixture of confusion, anger and betrayal, written on her face.

she opens her mouth, then closes it. she opens her mouth again, “get.out.” she whispers quietly, her gaze solely focused on the boy on the floor.

riki sits up slowly looking at minji with confusion, “me ?”

her gazed sharpens, “yes, you !” she grabs his arm lifting him up from the floor and pushing the boy out your room. “you know where the door is.”

you stare at your sisters rage in shock, you most definitely knew that she would be mad about you and riki but never like this, you thought that she would just give you guys some type of lecture,“minj-”

“shut up yn.” she turns to you sharply, you flinch when was walks closer to you, “my best friend really?” her voice is filled with anger and sadness.

you sit still not really knowing what to say, it’s not your fault that you like him.

you hang your head low as her stare burns into you, you feel your tears burning at the back of your eyes, you don’t think you’ve ever seen her this angry.

“oh look, she’s gonna cry like she always does .”she narrows her eyes at you “like the baby she is.” she says laughing sarcastically, “I should be the one crying.”

your face scrunches up, “I’m not crying.” you say with a tearful tone, your voice cracking, your throat is burning, it always hurts when you try to stop yourself from crying. “I don’t even understand why you’re so mad.” you say bitterly. “ it’s not that big of a deal.”

minji’s body tenses, she shakes her head at you disgustingly, “obviously you would say that.” she steps back from you slightly. “you don’t get it do you ? why can’t I just have one thing for myself.”

she walks back and forth in front of you. “gosh, you’re so insufferable yn, you just suck everything out of everyone and you don’t even realize.”

a tear drops form you eye, you don’t know where this is all coming from, why is she so mad ? did she always feel that way about you ?

“and I had one thing, one thing! to myself and you take him away from me, you took my escape from me yn.” she says raising her voice slightly. “my escape from you, my escape from having to deal with the favouritism that everyone has with you, because I was his favourite.” she runs her hands through her hair, “and I knew he was acting weird these past couple months.” she whispers to herself.

“minji I don’t understand.” you say quietly. “how do I have favouritism ? you’re the scholar, you’re the one with your tests on fridge, you’re the one with the grades, you’re the one with a feature.” you say harshly, “I’m the disappointment.”

“yeah, you are.” she says just as harshly, “but you’re also the one with loads of friends, the one that gets the jokes, the hugs and the “at least you’re doing your best honey” , you’re the one that everyone is drawn too because of your free attitude, when I have to be the perfect poster child.” she walks closer to you again. “you’re like a black whole yn.”

“I finally had someone who saw me, who saw that I was just more than what people see me , and you sucked him in like you do too everyone else.”

both anger and hurt filled you, why is she being like this? did she always feel these things towards you ?

you impulsively say something.

“you’re acting like he’s your boyfriend or something.”

“he was going to be!” she yells, you jump back at her loud voice bouncing off the walls of your room. “he was going to be.” she repeats but quietly this time. “you don’t understand yn.”

“you will never understand, the feelings that I have towards him.”

her eyes widened in shock at the words that come out of your sister mouth, she loves riki.

you look down at your room floor, taking notice that one of his rings are on your carpet.

you look at your sister, you see tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “I think you should leave.” you whisper. “please get out of my room.”

she wipes her eyes quickly letting out a shaky breath as she walks out of your room not saying a word.

how did things go bad so quickly?

you sit on your bed staring at the ring on your floor then at the rain that hits your window and without thinking you grab of one your sweaters and you put on your running shoes.

you open your window and you climb down the ladder outside your window.

your stomach turn’s slightly as you hit the ground, you make sure that the ring is securely in your pocket, and make a run for it.

your breath slightly going out as you run, the rain hitting your body and the breeze running through you until you make it to your destination.

you take notice of the car in the driveway meaning his parents are home so you make your way to the side of the house where his bed room window is.

you find yourself self climbing the ladder that he leaves out for you when you used to sneak to his house.

you look through his window to see the boy laying in his bed, you softly knock on his window and you see him jump when he notices you rushing towards his window.

he opens his window pulling you in right away.

“holy shit yn, you’re soaking.” he say’s putting his arms around you pulling you further into his room.

“I think you have some clothes here you can go change in my washroom.” he says nonchalantly, like you guys didn’t get caught by your older sister like two hours ago.

after you change (making sure to put his ring in your new pocket) you come back into his main room and sit on his bed. “this is bad riki.”

“what?” he asks as he lays on his back staring up at his ceiling.

“minji riki. minji.” you say frustrated. “she’s mad like really mad.”

“you know minji, she’s like that.” he says without a care in a world, pulling you closer towards him.

“no, this is different, she said-” how do you tell him that his best friend is in-love with him.

“ah, I don’t wanna know what she said.” he says pulling you to lay in his chest. “that’s between you two.”

“but riki-”

he sits up completely, lifting up his comforter, “let’s talk about this later.”

“but riki” you say looking at him slightly concerned about his reaction.

“no, I’m tired and I just wanna lay with the person I love.” he says pulling you under the comforter.

your phone vibrates on his night table and you see a text from minji.

at his house I’m guessing?

and too think I came to your room to talk with you and apologize

you go still completely at the messages, you don’t know what to do.

you turn off your phone when riki puts his face into your neck, “riki ?”

he hums at you in response, “I think it’s best if we end our relationship.” you feel him tense in your hold. “it’s hurting minji.”

he doesn’t take his face form your neck, “minji will be minji yn, she’ll get over this in like a day.” he says tiredly.

you let out a deep sign, “this is different, she told me things really harsh things and some shocking things too…” you trail off wondering if you should tell him. “please don’t make this hard.”

he tightened his hold on you and let’s out a sigh, “let’s just talk about this after we take a nap, yeah ?”

“riki.”

but he doesn’t doesn’t respond and then you hear his light snoring, how does he fall asleep so fast ? and why is he being so nonchalant about this ?

you try your best to stop yourself from falling asleep, knowing when you wake up you’re gonna have to break up with the person that you love, but if you want to fix your relationship with your sister then that’s just not hat you’re gonna have to do.

sleep over takes you and all the stress releases from your body and you let your dreams over fill your mind.

music fills your ears and the sun from your bedroom window practically blinds you wait my bedroom window ?

you feel a weight on your chest and you look down to see riki sleeping, um ?

“riki, wake up.” you tug on the boys hair, the hums sleepily slowly rising form you, “what ?”

“what’s going on ?” he looks at you confused, before putting his head in the crook of your neck, “what are you talking.” he mumbles.

“i’m-”

your door opens, "yn I wanna get snacks wanna com- ?”

you and riki separated form each other quickly, you hitting your head on your head board and him falling off your bed with a big thud.

"ow !" you both say as minji looks at the two of you shock.

"what the fuck ?"

✰ AHAHAHHA

taglist @hikyeom @rizzyl @doublasting @heartsforhyunjin

[hobby1008]

Office Diary -1-

If you use a translator, the sentences may be strange.

minju X M Reader

Tags: creampie

You are an ordinary office worker. You are just living your life, just waiting to get off work. You have no special hobbies, and you are just living.

“Minju, aren’t you going to get off work?” “Oh, I still have work to do, so you should get off work first.” “Oh, okay, I’ll go first. See you on Monday.”

After saying goodbye to your only motivation, you got in your car and headed home. The road was clogged with cars leaving work, and you wanted to pass this hellish time quickly. In the meantime, you realized that you had left something important at work, so you went back to work right away.

The elevator arrived at your office, and you were walking to your office. That’s when you saw the lights on in the office, and you knew that Minju was there. You bought a drink from the vending machine for her who was working hard, and headed there.

You slowly opened the office door and went in. At that moment, you were startled by the sound echoing through the office, and you looked for the source of the sound. As you slowly walked towards it, the sound grew louder and louder, you finally knew where the sound came from, and when you saw it, you were incredibly surprised.

That was right, Minju was masturbating in your seat, taking off all her clothes. “Y/N, it’s even better there…” You were surprised that she was masturbating at work, and even more surprised that it was you.

You dropped the drink you had prepared for her in shock, and the noise made her notice you were there. She looked at you and froze in surprise. “Y/N… here. How…”

“I left my luggage…” You slowly walked to your seat, picked up your luggage, and showed it to her. “I left this and came to get it…” At that moment, you scanned her body briefly. You didn’t notice it in shock, but her body was so beautiful.

Her breasts, which were not big but well-proportioned and beautiful, her pink nipples, and her milky skin were

enough to make your cock erect.

Then you looked at her face, and she looked up at you with a face full of lust, and a look of desperation.

You knew exactly what she wanted, so you immediately took off your pants, revealed your cock, and started to slowly insert it into her pussy.

She then looked up at you with a face full of happiness and moaned, and as you slowly inserted it deeper into her pussy with each thrust, she moaned more and more lewdly and squeezed your cock.

You started to get excited that your only motivation at work was masturbating while thinking of you.

The only connection you had was your motivation. The two of you had only exchanged simple greetings due to the amount of work you were doing. But now, the sight of her moaning on your cock, and longing for it more, was incredibly exciting.

“Y/N, it feels so good… do it faster.” You started to speed up at her request,

“Minju… since when did you think of me?” She turned her head shyly at your question and said. “I liked your handsome face from the beginning, and how sexy you looked when you were concentrating on your work.”

You kissed her cheek while caressing her lovely confession, and started to poke her favorite and secret place with your cock for her.

“Okay… do more.”

Her moans became so raunchy and irregular, and her pussy walls wrapped around your cock, feeling yours.

As you continued to insert and your hand caressed her clitoris, her pussy started to leak out her love juice, and she started to cum right away.

“Y/N I… am going…”

She ejaculated a large amount of love juice into your groin, and her pussy started to squeeze even tighter as if she wanted you so badly.

She came out of her orgasm and looked at you with loving eyes and said. “Y/N, cum in me too.. fill my pussy with your cum.”

You were incredibly turned on by her words, and started to fuck her pussy indiscriminately.

It was so tight but well lubricated with love juice, it felt so good, and it brought you to the brink of ejaculation. “Minju.. I think I’m going to cum.” “Do it in me, lots…”

You immediately started ejaculating a large amount of cum into her pussy, and she was panting as you felt the flow of cum.

After you ejaculated all of your cum inside her, you pulled out, and your cum was flowing out of her pussy.

She looked happy as she watched the scene. “Thank you Y/N, that was the best…”

[elly99]

Higher Dimensions

Minji x Reader. Established relationship. Heartbreak.

A/N: Another short story based on a movie or two. Curious if you can tell which ones. Coming out of retirement for this one but likely going to be inactive again for a long time. Life stuff. I just wanted to get this story off my chest. Sorry that it's Minji again but usually it's her voice I hear in my head when these stories come to me.

Wonder if anyone will still read this. If you do, hi! I missed you. And if you're new, I hope you enjoy! <3

If you could see your whole life from start to finish, would you change anything?

“Hey, baby?”

You're both on the couch. She's in your lap, her head gently pressed against your chest. You know she hears your breathing. And probably the way your heart beats a little too fast when she calls you.

“Mmm?”

She has her phone in her hand, gripping it on one side and allowing the other to rest against you. Your arms are around her. And as you mindlessly watch the TV over her shoulder, they make a subconscious effort to pull her closer, even though there's no space left between. No distance left to close.

“Are higher dimensions real?”

You smile slightly. It was the kind of thing she asked towards the end of the night. When the room grew dark and your minds wandered into their own worlds. When tiredness caught up to you and sleep began to draw its veil over your eyes.

“Why are you asking?”

Only your screens lit up the room, keeping you connected in the darkness. It allowed you to barely make out her smile in return.

“Have you been watching weird videos again?”

She laughs. But it's soft. Barely noticeable above even the sound of the quiet television. But you recognize it. The vibration as it moves from her chest into yours. And you swear you fall for her all over again.

“I just thought you'd be the right person to ask.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I don't know,” she pauses. You see a smirk creeping onto her face. “You just seem out of this world.”

Immediately, she buries her face in your chest, hiding the smile that would have definitely stopped your heart if it hadn't already.

“Minj…”

You resort to laughing as well. Pull her even closer.

“So,” she says into your chest before turning her sleepy eyes back up to you. “Are they real?”

Her words were nothing but a whisper now. So you answer just as quietly.

“I mean, they exist in math. And, who knows, they could exist in the real world but we're just not able to perceive them.”

“Is there a way someone could?”

“Theoretically, with a change of perspective, yes. Like, imagine we're beings that live on the edge of a circle. And we can only move along that edge. Kind of like walking along a straight line around the earth.”

You watch her eyes flutter as she loosely follows your fingers trace a circle in the air. Maybe she's trying to imagine it. Maybe she's falling asleep. But you continue anyway, explaining it more to yourself now than to her.

“From that one-dimensional perspective, we basically live on just a line and we have no reason to believe it's anything else but a straight line. But for someone who can see higher dimensions, they can see the curvature. And that there's a whole other dimension above the circle, too. But how we could make that change in perspective, I don't know.”

“Yeah…” she trails off. “But that's cool, though!”

You've heard that before.

“You didn't get any of that did you?”

“I do get it! I swear.”

You content yourself with her answer. After all, who cares if she didn't really understand? Who cares about higher dimensions and different perspectives? This is the only perspective you need. Looking at her when she's here in your embrace. Her touch as warm as the sun. If only you could bottle up this feeling – the way she makes you feel so alive, so loved, like nothing else matters in this world – so you could keep it forever.

But she speaks again.

“And only they can see that you just go in a loop.”

Not even you had considered that. You nod and continue her thought.

“Yeah, you're right! They'd be able to see your whole path at once, while you can only experience it from beginning to end.”

Silence envelopes the room. She lets her phone lock. The TV dims and asks if you're still there. It's too dark now to see her clearly. There was no indication of the passage of time. It felt like an eternity before she eventually makes a sound – a sniffle.

Then she asks, “If you could see your whole life from start to finish, would you change anything?”

“I-I don't know. Maybe if something really bad happened, but I don't think so. Would you?”

You feel her shift up to kiss you. Her cheek brushes against yours and as it does you feel the unmistakable touch of moisture. It lingers. Even as she rests her head back on your shoulder. It lingers.

“If I could see my whole life, even if I knew all the good and bad things that would happen, I would always choose you.”

As you both drifted off to sleep, your last thought was that of a promise. That you would do the same.

But that was then.

And this is now.

Your whole life moving in a straight line, on a collision course with this singular, inevitable moment.

It's the same apartment, the same couch, but the lights are blinding now. Every emotion, every expression, every tear and quivering lip was as clear as day. Every word like a knife that you felt so viscerally.

She's crying. Apologizing. Pleading.

You're angry. Confused. Desperate.

“You're telling me you knew this would happen? You never really planned on staying with me, did you?”

“Baby, no! I-”

“Don't call me that.”

You see her heart break in her eyes as you cut her off. But you feel nothing. You can't feel. Not after your own heart was just shattered to pieces.

“So that's it? You're leaving?”

“I don't want to. But I can't… I can't stay.”

Your eyes fall to the floor.

“You always knew didn't you? That we'd have to break up once you debuted?”

Her silence was her response.

“Did I really mean anything to you, then?”

She answers with another question.

“You remember that night you asked me if I would change anything if I could see my whole life? Well, my answer's still the same. I would always choose you no matter how painfully it has to end. Because you made me happier than anyone else.”

She desperately clutches at your hands, hoping that the physical pressure of doing so would force you to understand.

“Then why do you have to… Why did you have to…”

But there's no use asking more questions. You already know all the answers. There's no going back now. This is the only way forward. Your life is a straight line. And so is hers. And they only intersect for a brief, bittersweet moment.

Perhaps it is simply human nature to be bound by this rudimentary linear logic. Who are you to think you can escape it? So you resign yourself to letting her go. Because you love her. You remember your promise. And you accept all the joy that she was, and all the pain that she will be. And you imagine a different world. A circle where there are no beginnings and ends, where time is frozen still. Where you could be with her. Always.

[darknesscreepin]

kim minjae | k.mj

pairing : sub!minjae x dom!reader

warnings : overstim, crying, insecure!minjae :(

minjae sat between your legs, his back pressed against your chest. he was stripped down to just his underwear and socks. minjae’s skin was flush against yours, a hue of red painted across his skin. his skin was damp with sweat, and his hair stuck to his forehead. he was close to reaching his third orgasm.

minjae thought it was an amazing idea to talk negatively about himself in front of you.

“i look so fucking bad.” he said looking at the photo you posted of the two of you. a small pout on his lips, he tried to laugh it off when he saw the way you looked at him. you found nothing funny—now he was in his current position.

“look how pretty my baby is. i can’t believe this cock is mine.” your voice was like silk minjae. your talking, combined with steady stroking of minjae’s dick drew a loud moan from him. his mouth was open and his hands gripped your thighs. his dick was so sensitive from his previous orgasms, but he was so green for you.

minjae’s moans were so pretty and you couldn’t deny how turned on you were getting watching your boyfriend. his overstimulated state was something you always enjoyed seeing. the way his brain completely turned off, he didn’t care how loud he moaned when you made him this way.

your stroking slowed down and your grip tightened. minjae let out a series of whimpers.

“please i wanna cum for you, i’ll be so good.” his voice cracked and his breath hitched.

“i don’t know baby, don’t know if you learned yet.” you teased your boyfriend, faux hurt in your voice with a fake pout on your lips.

“i did! i swear…” minjae’s hips bucked up into your fist, trying to progress his orgasm. your hand left his cock and you tsked at him, shaking your head.

“i don’t think you did, baby.” you said, continuing to shake your head. “but that’s okay, i think i know how to fix that.”

you slid from behind minaje, his back was esposed and he felt cold without you there. he looked over his shoulder to where you were and saw you grabbing your phone from the nightstand. his eyebrows arched in confusion, his chest still heavily rising and falling.

you got back behind minjae and kissed the back of his head. your hands caressed chest before you brought your attention back to his cock. minjae’s attention was only on you, picking up the smallest details—the way your hands feel, the way you smell, the way you kissed him.

you started your pace steady again, wanting to build up his orgasm a little slower. you placed light, open mouthed kisses in minjae’s neck. he shivered between your legs and brought his bottom lip between your lips.

“so pretty.” you lay another kiss on his neck. “looking so fucked out, just for me.” minjae’s eyes turned glossy at your words, overly sensitive to everything you were giving him. your unoccupied hand grabbed at your side, and opened your phone camera.

the pace of your stroking slightly sped up, your boyfriend writhing against you—you knew he was close. you lifted your arm, pointing the camera at the sight of your boyfriend. minjae opened his mouth, in attempt to make sense of what was going on.

“gonna make you cum on camera, show you how beautiful you are, yeah?” you said. the confusion left minjae’s face as he heard you speak. it turned him on knowing you’d have a video of him cumming in your phone, the thought bringing him closer.

“i think i’m gonna cum, y/n. please, make me cum.” his voice was cracking, absolutely ruined from all the noise he was making. you only went faster.

“sweetheart, look at yourself. so precious.” minjae followed your orders, looking at himself in the recording camera. his breath hitched at the sight of himself. he looked so needy, desperate, so hot. he felt like a slut, being so vulnerable with you, it felt so good. your thumb circled the tip of his head and, he let out a high whine. his head was throw back, laying on your shoulder. you bent your neck down to kiss minjae on his lips, and he happily reciprocated, sighing into the kiss.

minjae’s arm reached up to wrap around your neck, grounding himself in your touch.

“you’re so close hm?” you aksed, knowing the answer. minjae let out a groan as an answer, not satisfactory enough for you. your actions slowed, before he verbally answered.

“yes! i need to cum. can i please?” he asked, his glossy eyes had finally spilled over and tears began falling from his eyes.

you sped up your hands on minjae, bringing the camera to his face.

“mmm, i love when you cry. so cute, baby.” you said kissing his tears. your hand moving faster around his cock. minjae knew he wouldn’t last long, but it felt like his pleas weren’t being heard.

“go ahead and cum for me, minjae.” you whispered, lips placing a soft kiss against the shell of his ear. a pattern of moans and whimpers were falling from minjae’s lips. his eyes had been screwed shut, ‘thank yous’ being carelessly thrown out of his mouth. his cum shot out over your hand, some landing on his stomach and chest. your hand continued to pump minjae, overstimulating him still. his smaller frame trembled, laying lax against yours.

you got one last shot of you kissing minjae on his cheek. “you did so good for me.” falling upon his ears, a smile forming on his face as he looked into the camera.

you stopped recording and immediately began tending to your boyfriend. cleaning him, and changing the bedding as he watched you with a shy smile on his face. you redressed him and he snuggled into you.

“thank you, y/n. i don’t know what i did to deserve you.” minjae quietly said, burying his face into your side.

“i could say the same thing about you, sweetheart. i love you so much.” you assured minjae, rubbing his head.

“i love you more.”

WHO CHEERED? I CHEERED! WHO CHERERED??? YOU CHEERED! darknesscreepin is BACK with another banger guys and i’m really fw this one. i haven’t proofread it and idk if i will be but i fw it, hopefully y’all do too! umm idk when this is gonna be posted. probs thanksgiving if i remember cause we gotta feast🙏🏾😹honestly i don’t fw this day but i fw the food and that’s all i’m gonna say! OH THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ORIGINALLY FOR jinsik or junmin but minjae is just my little guy and he’s always so pouty. junmin fic might be next there’s just so many ideas i have for him especially cause he gets so embarrassed and shy easily like omg he makes this too easy. idk if it’s obvious but i’m feeling xikers too much rn when there’s an unfinished intak fic in my drafts collecting dust ouuu…

[heavenlycloud]

the veil~ ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ჻

introduction: i got a match ‧₊˚ ⋅ ༘☆*.ﾟ

warnings: light swearing

pairing: huh yunjin x aespa 5th member! fem reader

summary: y/n swore that she wouldn't get the app all of her collogues have been addicted to for months. yunjin swore she was done following trends and she wanted to make independent decisions. yet both of them end up in the same position, nose to their phones as they try to see if they'll receive a match on the first try.

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y/n's POV

“I GOT A NEW MATCH!” yizhuo’s excited scream startled you out of the trance you were in as The Glory played on the TV in front of you. aeri rushed out of her room and jumped over the back of the sofa landing right next to you with a plop. the sofa hit the wall behind you three from the weight shift which caused jimin to call out, “stop climbing on the sofa before you put a hole in the wall!” the three of you blandly called out in english, “sorry unnie!” 

aeri leaned over yizhuo’s phone and asked, “you got a new match? what happened to your old match?” the youngest member rolled her eyes in annoyance and scoffed, “he was so boring and he never texted me anything but complaints about his job. like i get it this shit is hard but i’m not about to listen to someone complain about stuff then not make an effort to fix it- like grow up seriously.” aeri nodded in agreement and responded, “yeah no that makes perfect sense. i had a friend who terminated his first match cause the girl he was paired with only whined about not being the favored member in her group…” before you could become bored of the conversation your members started, your phone rang beside you. the incoming call from your little sister pulled your attention away and you paused the tv as you answered it. 

a bright and shining face appeared on your phone screen and you smiled, “hey minj’ what’s going on?” your little sister laughed at someone off camera then turned her attention to you, “nothing i just wanted to call you cause i missed you, that’s all.” you narrowed your eyes at the screen and asked her, “how much do you need?” minji snorted and asked, “why do you always think i need money from you? i’m serious, i just missed you. we’ve been working so much i don’t even get to text you until late and by then you’re already asleep.” the smile on your face faltered and you asked in a much more serious tone, almost sounding angry, “they’re not working you guys too hard are they? cause i’ll come up there right now if i have to-” minji immediately assured you with a frantic tone, “no no unnie i promise we’re okay! please don’t come over here right now.” you settled back into the sofa and relaxed, “alright then…but i swear minji you better tell me if something happens with you or any of the girls-” your little sister started giggling and a chorus of laughter from her other members followed which made your tone grow firm once again, “hey all five of you heard me?” the laughter ceased and five shy ‘yes unnie’s were heard in the background. 

in the seat beside you yizhuo and aeri began bickering over what the second text to yizhuo’s new match should be. somewhere in the process minji heard the word match and asked, “ooh is that ningning and giselle unnie?” aeri snatched your phone and held it away from you as you struggled to reach for it back while she grinned, “hi minji!” your little sister grew shy from the attention and her cheeks blushed red as both of your members started talking to her about her group’s recent accomplishments. minji took a small bit of silence on your end to ask, “are you guys on The Veil app? i heard you all say you got a new match.” yizhuo held up her phone that displayed a short text message exchange between her and her compliment, “i just got a new one!” minji leaned in closer to the camera and said proudly, “i’ve had my match for 3 months now, they’re still my first one though!” you whipped your head to face aeri and you snatched your phone back as you grilled your little sister, “who is your match? when was this? do mom and dad know? why didn’t you tell me? you better not be talking to boys…shit- or girls either!”

another fit of laughter sounded but this time it was from both minji’s members and your own. aeri shook her head and mused, “no wonder your sister doesn’t tell you stuff.” minji explained herself with slight annoyance in her voice, “i didn’t tell you because you act like this! and i don’t know my match, unnie. that’s literally the entire point of the app. but yeah, i got my match three months ago and we’ve been talking since then. before you bombard me again, no im not talking to anyone right now, and i don’t plan to…. and no mom and dad don’t know, and you won’t tell them either because i didn’t tell them about that time i caught you and-” you cut your sister off frantically, “OKAY OKAY I GET IT I WON’T SAY ANYTHING! damn you’re annoying you know that?” your tone was teasing at the end as minji giggled with a sly smirk on her face. she could tell by the look on your face that you were thinking about telling her to delete the app so she added, “hanni has the app too!” off screen there was a very clear, very annoyed huff of disappointment, “BRO ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” minji murmured softly, “sorry i panicked” to her member before you finally let out a laugh at her throwing her other member under the bus. 

hanni told you with confidence, “unnie you should get the app, it’s really fun actually!” aeri chimed in while side eyeing you, “we’ve tried getting her on it for months but she won’t do it.” overlapping chatter on both sides of the phone prompted you to blurt out hurriedly, “okay! okay, i’ll get the stupid app! jeez.” a chorus of cheers followed by aeri leaning over and tackling you into a hug made you drop your phone. you toppled over laughing before minji called out to you, “okay unnie, i have to go but i’ll call you back tonight or later this week okay?” you hummed in agreement and rushed to pick up the phone to add on, “okay, take care of yourself and your girls. call me anytime and don’t forget if you need anything i’m there okay?” minji nodded in slight exasperation but she knew everything you rambled on was with good intention. you smiled weakly then said, “okay bye, i love you minj’.” the younger girl added on with a grin, “i love you too unnie. bye.” the phone screen went dark and you stared at your phone for a moment in silence before aeri held your shoulder, “she’ll be fine y/n. come on, let’s start finding you a match!” 

it took nearly an hour to get the app set up on your phone because aeri and yizhuo claimed all of your screen names were ‘cringe’. you set down your phone and whined, "why can't i just use my stage name?" aeri lightly hit you on the head as she sassily remarked, "because you're the only one who uses diana, genius." under your breath you murmured, "when have i ever..." that part was technically true. diana was the name your company decided you'd use similar to your members using their stage names. the only thing was nobody really called you by your stage name anymore. at this point it was only fans using the name diana when posting videos of you onstage when you were deep in your element. it was so unfamiliar on your ears that you hesitated to respond when someone called you by the name.

offering one more solution, you typed in one more name: jasmine. you were fully expecting aeri and yizhuo to just take your phone and put something in for you. but the two girls both exclaimed, "wait that's actually cute!" a breath of relief fell past your lips then yizhuo asked, "like the princess?" you laughed then shook your head, "no it was my grandpa's favorite flower. i just thought it sounded nice." finally they approved of one and you entered the last bit of information into the controls before hitting confirm. there was only a minute of waiting before your phone pinged: 

jasmine 🌿 has been matched with lyra 🪐

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yunjin’s POV

kazuha laid out on yunjin’s bed with her ankles crossed and toes pointed in a way that reminded yunjin of the ballerina’s past life. for the past ten minutes yunjin had been ranting about how one of her songs didn’t get the approval she’d hoped for, and in turn wouldn’t make it onto their upcoming album. however her words fell on deaf ears while the younger girl became completely absorbed by the text messages on her phone. yunjin stopped pacing her room and finally looked at kazuha just to realize her attention was occupied elsewhere. in a fit of frustration yunjin raised her voice, “Zuha?” the younger girl jumped and fumbled with her phone in her hands as she looked up and asked, “did you say something?” yunjin slipped her hands into her shiny charcoal colored hair as she held her head as if it was the only thing keeping her sane. The american let out a groan, “zuha work with me here!” kazuha put her phone down and apologized, “i’m sorry, okay okay…i just think that you don’t have to get this upset right now. they didn’t reject the song totally, just for this album because it didn’t fit the image we have this time. so who knows? they might let you release it as a single this summer?” yunjin knew that her member had a point but she didn’t want to admit it in the moment since she was still in what chaewon calls her ‘Bitch Fit Phase’. 

the older girl was itching to change the subject so she pointed to kazuha’s phone, “what had you all distracted anyways?” kazuha beamed as she looked down at a new message notification, “i’m just talking to a friend.” yunjin peered at the younger girl’s screen and rolled her eyes, “not that Veil app everyone keeps talking about. i don’t get what the hype is about- you don’t even know who you’re talking to. how do you know they’re not a total creep?” sakura entered yunjin’s room and asked, “i heard you all talking about the Veil app.” kazuha pointed to yunjin and stated, “unnie has no idea how it works.” yunjin shot back in defense by lying straight through her teeth, “i do so now how it works!” the youngest girl raised an eyebrow and challenged, “really? then explain it to me.” when yunjin’s smile faltered, kazuha let out a wheeze and fell over laughing, “i told you!” 

sakura watched the two lightly hit each other as they bickered back and forth before she decided to intervene. the eldest started explaining, “to get a match on the app you have to start by verifying your age with a government ID. they want to make sure everyone is matched appropriately by age so no minors are paired to adults, and no young adults are paired to much older ones. then you choose if you want to be matched with a girl, boy, or let the app choose for you. when you get your match neither of you knows the other’s identity because you have a screen name. some people reveal themselves immediately but most of us don’t because it can be awkward if you both work together or end up crossing paths somewhere. i think it’s a good way to meet people honestly, i think you’d like it, yunjinnie.” kazuha pointed out with a satisfied smile, “yeah and you can choose the language you type in so i’m paired with another japanese girl. unnie, just try it and if you hate it then delete it and nobody will even know it was you.” the american bit the side of her lip and thought for a moment, when she couldn’t think of any excuse, she caved, “fine. i’ll try it.”

kazuha handed yunjin her phone, “good cause this isn’t my phone, it’s yours and i already signed you up for a match.” yunjin opened the app and looked at the profile kazuha had filled out for her. yunjin said a silent thank god in her head when she read

age range: 2000-2002

gender: female

language: english

she stopped for a moment then pointed to her phone and asked, "zuha who the hell is...uh- lyra?" kazuha explained with a grin, "it's your screen name! i couldn't put jennifer because that was too obvious. i just picked something that sounded pretty!" before yunjin could respond with any other questions her phone buzzed with the notification:

 lyra 🪐 has been matched with jasmine 🌿

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[nicholaslefthand]

hiii! idk if you’re taking requests yet but can you do like a suggestive with dxmon minjae? if not anything regarding dxmon minjae would be perfect!!

Hello~ Sure thing can do that! I'm not sure if it's too much or too little of suggestiveness- (I'm not good with that kind of stuff yet-), but I hope you enjoy!!

~Let's have some fun~

Characters: Baek Minjae x gn!reader

Genre: little fluff + suggestive towards the end

TW: neck kisses, neck biting (once), chest gropping, Minjae puts his hand in your pants-

W/C: 396

A/n: dividers by @cafekitsune

Me and Minjae are just laying in bed while playing video games on my PlayStation when I get a call. „Who is it?“ Minjae asks as I shrug and check who's calling, „Oh-. Just Seita calling. Hey Seita!“ I answer Minjae before focusing on the call. Minjae pouts as he pauses the game and keeps looking at me. I turn to him and roll my eyes playfully before holding my hand out to him. He gladly takes it and interlocks our fingers as I then look towards my closet and keep talking to Seita. Minjae scoots closer to me and rests his head on my shoulder. „Baby~...“ He whines softly as he nuzzles into my neck and fully sits behind me. „Hold on Seita- What's wrong , 'jae?“ I fixate my eyes on my whiny boyfriend who pouts more when he catches my eyes, „Hang up... It's supposed to be our time now and not the time to have a call with Seita...“ „Come on, Minjae... It's just a 5-minute call? It's really not gonna take long! I promise you...“ I turn my head more towards Minaje and kiss his forehead before turning my attention back to the call with Seita, „Okay- I'm back. Continue what you were saying."

Minjae groans at my ignorance towards him now but then he gets an idea and smirks. He whispers into my ear, „Fine... If you don't wanna give me attention- don't complain about what I'm gonna do now~.“ „What do you mean, Minj-“ I gasp as I feel Minjae start to kiss my neck and grope my chest. „Mm- Yeah, I'm fine, Seita! Don't worry-!“ Minjae bites down on my neck as he moves one hand downwards towards my lower stomach which makes me let out a small whine. „I'm fine, Seita- really! Just feel a little lightheaded.. No we don't need to hang up- What-? No, Seita-! Seita? Hello?“ I look at my phone and see that Seita had hung up. „Look what you did, Minjae-!“ „Are you gonna give me attention now~?“ Minjae asks as I turn to look at him and as soon as I do, he kisses me and moves his hand into my pants. He pulls off and flips us over, so I'm laying on my stomach on the bed, and him on top of me. „Let's have some fun, baby~“

[jeonchristineimnida]

Jungkook - Let Go

Genre: angst, oneshot

Warning: death, terminal illness, mentions of cheating

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Word count: 2024

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Jungkook was out of it for the past week. The other members were starting to get concerned. He wouldn’t stop practicing as he desperately tried to distract himself from the pain.

“Jungkook, you gotta take it easy.” Jimin stopped the music that was blasting at 2am in their practice room. “If you need to get it off your chest, I could listen. Your body’s at its limit.”

Jungkook was only looking at Jimin, panting as he looked up with his hands on his waist. He was trying to stop the tears from flowing.

“What did I do wrong hyung? How could Y/N do that?” Jungkook bit his shaking lips, in the attempt stopping himself from breaking down.

“I’m sure she had her reason--”

“What reason can justify cheating?!” He shouts before covering his face as he fell on his knees. He couldn’t control his sobs and Jimin wasn’t able to do anything but hug the maknae.

Deep down his anger was more of guilt. Jungkook was blaming himself for not being enough which led to y/n turning to another man. Maybe he wasn’t as present as he should be, and that was his shortcoming. He continued to hate himself for it, the pain inside nearly killing him, both emotionally and phsyically. He pushed his body to its limits, working out and practicing non-stop as he pairs it with diet, or more like he never really had the appetite ever since that day.

It was two weeks of tour, and Jungkook wasn’t able to call or message y/n. Every night, for a week and 5 days, y/n continued to message him.

Good morning!

Don’t skip meals. Do you best, Kookie-yah. I’ll always be cheering for you.

Rest well, jagi. Give yourself a break from time to time. love, your number one fan.

Good night. I’ll be going to sleep now. Rest well

By the time Jungkook got his phone, it was already too late, or he’d be falling asleep half way through his reply. He felt bad about it all, but he said he’d make up for it once they get back to Seoul.

When the messages suddenly stopped coming, he got worried. It was too abrupt. Was everything okay?

He tried to make a call, but it only rang twice before their manager called him asking for a group meeting. It was yet time to move as they go from one venue to another, practicing-performing-practicing. It was so tiring.

“We got one day earlier than expected! I’ll go to you ASAP!” Jungkook excitedly messaged y/n that he’ll be coming over. He regretted it on the way though, because that messaged spoiled the surprise he initially thought of as he was too excited to keep it in.

“Y/N--” Jungkook excitedly barged in with this spare key into y/n’s apartment when he saw a guy on her couch. “Jeonghu, what are you doing here.”

Jeonghu, y/n’s classmate, who was also showing interest in her despite knowing she was already taken. Why the hell would y/n let him enter her apartment.

“Spent the night here. Her bed’s real soft--” Jungkook wasn’t able to keep his temper as he grabbed Jeonghu’s shirt and raised him to his toes.

“Jungkook, stop.” Y/N hurriedly went in as soon as she saw the commotion. Her eyes were swollen, and blood shot red.

“Did you--” Jungkook was choking in his tears, trying to deny whatever’s coming into his mind with his whole body. “Did he spend the night here?” Jungkook asks. When y/n nodded, she didn’t have any time to explain before Jungkook stormed out the door.

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-2 weeks later-

“Hey, cheer up, will you?” Minji grunted as she talks to her best friend, y/n. “You did that to yourself. Stop moping.”

“It’s not like he’d listen to me. Besides, no matter what I did, what choice I made.. he’d only get hurt.” y/n muttered, sipping her drink. The coffee shop Jungkook loved to bits was painful to stay at, but you’d want to keep the fond memories as much as you could. Silent tears fell as she missed Jungkook’s laughs.

“Alright. Too much reminiscing isn’t doing you well. Let’s go.” Minji says, standing up as she drags her best friend with her.

When they were about to leave the coffee shop, the door opened Jungkook entered with Jimin and Taehyung.

There was a moment of silence for the both group. Y/N saw Jungkook’s state and she suddenly regretted having to deal with the matters the way she did. Jungkook has lost so much weight in such a short period of time and his eyes were swollen and dark.

“Jung--”

Before she could even mutter any words out, Jungkook walked past her and the two boys followed with a pursed-lipped smile.

“I think he should know the truth.” Minji says, looking at y/n as they left the coffee shop.

“It’s better that he hates me. It’ll be easier for him to get over me once I’m gone.”

“What’s the truth?” Jimin suddenly asks from behind.

The color from y/n face suddenly drains as she saw Jimin. She was unable to speak, and Minji wasn’t in the place to tell so she kept quiet as well.

“Y/N, please. Jungkook’s really not doing well. He’s abusing himself to the point that he’s been hospitalized twice in the past 2 weeks.”

A sudden wave of guilt flows through y/n’s veins. She cries, covering her face.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry Jimin. Please. You have to take care of him. Don’t let him do that to himself. Help him move on from me.” Y/N practically begged but Jimin couldn’t understand why.

Her tears showed just how much she still cares for Jungkook, but why is she pushing him away.

“Did you really sleep with another guy, y/n?” Jimin asks, but Minji’s hand was quick to answer, slapping it across Jimin’s face.

“You know better than to ask that question, Park Jimin.” Minji was fuming. Her bestfriend was suffering and yet, everyone kept doubting her. She has been the kindest, most sincere person she has ever met in her entire life but y/n was now being accused because she never speaks up. “Just tell him already, y/n!” Frustrated tears start to well up in Minji’s eyes.

“Stop i--” before y/n could finish her sentence, everything turned black and all she heard was muffled screams.

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As y/n awoke, she took notice of her surroundings. Everything was white.

“Am I dead already?” she muttered to herself, closing her eyes.

“Don’t die on me.” Minji cried on her side, shaking her lightly. She didn’t want to go away with her loved ones hurting like this, and y/n didn’t intend for anyone to know. y/n wanted to leave as quietly as possible, but Minji found out because of Jeonhu.

Jeonghu, who accidentally found out when he brought his mother to the hospital, never left y/n’s side no matter how many times she pushed him away.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” Jeonhu asked.

“Nothing.” she says, hiding some papers behind her back. He was bigger than her, thus having longer limbs were used to his advantage to snatch up the papers from her.

-Dialysis Reports-

Most medical terms were unknown to Jeonghu, but the red font was never a good sign.

“Is there something wrong with your kidneys?” Jeonghu says, abruptly looking at y/n.

“Kidney.” She corrected. “I only have one left. I donated the other to my sister a few months ago.” her voice was now shaking. “I have to stop my dialysis now. My kidney isn’t responding to the treatment because it’s not what it needs. It’s been infected during the operation and now I only have a month to live.”

“Have you told your parents?” Jeongu’s thoughts were a mess. What was he to do now?

“They already have too much on their plate with my sister’s medical fees.”

“How about Minji?” he knew they were inseparable. “Your boyfriend?” he asks but she shook her head.

“You can’t let them know. Promise me. This will be the first and last thing I’ll ask from you.” y/n says.

“BUT WHY?!” Jeonhu shouted in frustration but y/n didn’t even flinch.

“It’s my only selfish request. I don’t want to leave them crying. I’d be much happier to leave them hating me, so that they could get over losing me quickly as well.”

“Jungkook-- wait.” Jimin was outside their door, and Y/N’s eyes looked abruptly at Minji.

“You didn--”

“Jimin was there when you fainted. He brought you here to the hospital and he didn’t let me leave without explaining.” Minji answered. “This selfish request of yours that you asked Jeonhu, really wasn’t well thought of. Listen to what Jungkook has to say.” Minji stood up, wiping y/n tears before opening the door and letting Jungkook in.

“Go easy on her, Jungkook ah. She only meant well.” Minji says before taking her leave, dragging Jimin with her.

As the door closed behind Jungkook, y/n couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Jungkook approached her with tear stained cheeks.

“Jimin filled me in with the details.” Jungkook says softly, making y/n close her eyes.

“Jeonghu said those words because I--” y/n tried to make out the words but her sobs choked her. “I never cheated Jungkook. You really are the only one I love.”

“I know.” Jungkook smiled as he approached her side. “You made him say those things for me to hate you on purpose. So my hatred can surpass the pain, right?”

Y/N could only nod her head as she desperately tried to choke in her sobs.

“Idiot. Do you realize the pain would be far greater once I’ve learned the truth and was not able to do anything about it? That I would spent the rest of my life resenting myself for leaving your side for something you never did, and how I will never be able to make it up to you because you were already gone?”

Jungkooks words made her realize what Minji said before leaving the room.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She continued to apologize as she broke down in tears. Jungkook hugged her, crying with her. The two weeks apart felt like forever for the couple. They held each other until both had stopped crying.

Jungkook was the first to let go, cupping her cheeks in his warm hands.

“Next time,” he sniffs. “Don’t let Jeonhu in your apartment, even if he only slept in the couch. Got it?”

“Jeonghu came with Minji and they were supposed to keep me from hurting myself but Minji had an emergency so she had to leave---”

Y/N got cut off with Jungkook’s lips pressing on hers ever so lightly.

“Then call me. I’d leave my tours for you.” Jungkook says with a soft smile. “I love you, Y/N. I know I don’t say it much, but I really do.”

Y/N swelled in happiness.

“I love you too, Jungkook ah.”

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-a year later-

BTS were preparing for their last stage. Jimin looked for Jungkook as they only had 10 minutes before they need to get on the stage. He found their youngest in the corner of the room, singing softly to a picture on his phone.

Before we say goodbye, let go But I’m lost in the maze of my heart From stereo to mono That’s how the path splits

In order to release your hand right now I gotta let you know that I need to let you go Hard to say goodbye But I can’t run I’m ready to let go I’m ready to let go I’m ready to let go

Jimin couldn’t help but cry for him. Jungkook asked for a month’s leave from promotion to stay by Y/N’s side ever since he knew the truth. Up to y/n’s very last breath, Jungkook never left.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ll try fulfilling my promise now.” Jungkook mutters as he kissed his phone with Y/N’s smiling face lighting up the screen. “I’ll let go and start a fresh. Watch over me, my love.”

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