#park jihyo reactions

[ghostykapi]

do you miss my name (said it between your breaths)

park jihyo & fem!reader

hi can i get an order of sapphics being sapphics and an extra shot of panic?

it’s a saturday today

while any other saturday is just as good to you, this is a very special saturday

all because today you are going to indulge yourself and go to a sapphic event

you were nervous, the bones were rattling, the teeth chattering, your breathing coming in short breaths, and your right leg bouncing up and down.

it was saturday, and you are going to faint at the bare thought of potentially seeing a goddess tonight.

just a week ago you were excited, remembering the happy gasp you had made when you saw the event promotion through instagram. you had barely gotten the last slot, which meant to you it was a sign to finally to venture out more

when the days before started to come by, it starts to hit you bit by bit, well until today. you sitting down on your bed, overthinking what to even wear

it doesn’t help that your style is typically like a college student, baggy sweatpants and a hoddie as your style from day to day when clocking off work. your friends barely threw any parties or celebrations too, so the most presentable outfit was a pair of slacks, a button up white long sleeve, paired with your leather shoes.

oh you are so doomed

but today is saturday, and sana is always looking for people to makeover on saturdays for fun

“hm” sana opens her closet, ruffling through the selection of dresses she wears “what do you feel about dresses?”

“not a fan but also not against it?” you are now sitting on sana’s bed, only now your leg won’t stay still out of habit “i mean it would be nice if it was long and flowy”

sana is still ruffling, and is now opening her drawers nearby to look at for more options

“was there a theme?”

“no not really, they just said like it was like a get together and you can talk and wine and paint?”

“paint? oooohh aren’t you a lover girl—oh what do you feel about dresses that show your back—ah no wait, it’s painting and wine, not really the right dress”

“yeah i mean it’s happening at that that thai restaurant downtown. the one that’s selling like those really good milkteas that i only knew now”

“psh you are such a loser, i love you but those milkteas have been there since like 5 months ago when i took tzuyu on a date”

“don’t you mean when my sister got stood up and you sped your way there?”

“shut up” sana shushes you, simply throwing you her floral dress, your eyes questioning the the fact that it’s a backless dress. a pretty floral dress that can kill

you look back up at her, already knowing she won’t take no for an answer despite what she said earlier

so yeah it’s saturday, sana is dressing you up. making sure you look the prettiest in that event. her gushing and tzu’s voice over the facetime reassuring a bit of your worries

jihyo on the other hand, totally isn’t stressing out. her outfit planned, ironed out on her bed. her new boots, which momo took courtesy of wearing it out with nothing but hands and stairs, already ready by the door.

“aren’t you excited for tonight” momo says over breakfast, observing jihyo across the table “more excited you’ve ever been since your last gig”

“i know i’m kind of shaking” jihyo laughs, and if momo notices the shakiness of it, she doesn’t comment or acknowledge it “it’s been a while”

momo doesn’t really continue the topic, knowing how long since jihyo has indulged in this kind of stuff. 5 years of focusing on the band and work made jihyo uninterested in any kind of romantic relationship or even simple dates.

“mhm and sana says she wants to do a girls night, so i won’t be home, probably going to crash at nayeon’s place if she gets too drunk” momo tells her, already giving away the apartment for the night “if jeongyeon will even let them drink”

jihyo barely thinks that someone might come home with her tonight, she doesn’t want to bring someone home in the first place. so she only replies with a muffled ‘okay’ before munching down the rest of her breakfast

so simple saturday for jihyo, a little excited, a little worried, but honestly it’s wine and paint and yummy food. she isn’t too worried or anxious

so someone explain to her why when it hits five p.m., when she’s in front of the restaurant, the organizers are happily ushering her in, her breath gets stuck in her throat as she notices how much other sapphics are there already

she’s looking around, taking notes at every person she sees, even the ones who stare at her for too long that she’s sporting a blush on the tip of her ears

it’s early, jihyo knows that, but when you walk in before it hits six p.m., she feels like she’s being sucker punched over the table she’s sitting at

you’re barely any better, but god sana was having so much fun with your makeup that it leaves most of the attendees double taking on you. the backless floral dress is a bold choice, but having half of the venue gawking at how you look makes you feel shy

nervous, excited, anxious. those were what both of you were feeling and yet—

when you see her, your throat goes dry at how she looks. sporting in a simple fit tank top, a leather jacket, dark baggy jeans and killer boots, you contemplate if you want her or to be her

when she sees you, she thinks she’s been blessed by sappho herself. the dress is stunning yes, but the way you smile, the way your eyes keep her from looking away, your glow under the warm lights

this isn’t love at first sight

this is finally finding someone who you might be your soulmate

the organizers wisk you away though, towards the registration booth and jihyo has to blink the stars out of her eyes before nursing her wine again. her nerves finally showing her what it means to get curious, excited and anxious all at the same time

she keeps her eyes on you, the way you smile and chat with the registration team. the way your hair drapes over your shoulders, the way your laugh sounds like an angel’s call, the way your back flexes those subtle muscles that makes everyone know that you work out

she doesn’t look away even when you take your stub and claim your free wine, giggling at that tall organizer that’s too close to you. that pesky ugly (she isn’t jihyo is just jealous) one that is trying to charm you away

so jihyo does what future you thinks is adorable and future her thinks is so stupid

“i think you don’t need to tell this pretty lady the same pick up line you use and fail for every person you met tonight”

you turn around and face jihyo, who’s eyes are glaring at the organizer, who’s stuttering a response. her hands barely ghosting over your waist, claiming you away from them.

not that you mind anyway her hands stayed there the entire night

she barely lets the organizer have a coherent reply, as she leads you towards her table, her heart racing as you laugh at the organizer’s defeated face. her brain itching to get more of that kick, more of your happiness out loud

“the pick up line isn’t that bad” you tell jihyo, your voice having the power to make jihyo fall on her knees

“no you don’t understand it’s been, what 30 minutes of her trying the same pickup line? on over 29 other women? i need her to stop and you don’t deserve that” jihyo lets you sit down, your breath hitching at how much you catch yourself enjoying much of jihyo’s undivided attention to you

“yeah? well” you try to look at her eyes properly, you really do. it’s just when she tilts her head and lets some strands of hair cover her eyes, you fond yourself looking away, knowing that she now resembles a look of a puppy “thank you for saving me then”

“anything for a pretty girl” what is jihyo even saying? momo would point and laugh at her right now if she were here, but she isn’t. it’s you who’s here and it’s you who blushes and ducks her head

so you both finally talk, despite the fact that you both are a mess, on this beautiful saturday evening. the organizers give out painting materials and the items you both want to paint. her’s being an ash tray despite being a non-smoker and yours being a a small woman’s bust, just to add decor in your home.

conversation flows, sharing hobbies, favorite food, travel spots, respective jobs, recommended music genres, best recipes for drinks, niche interests.

even then jihyo notices when the paint gets on your arm, her hands moving before she can think

“here let me” she basically focused on only you, barely on the ash tray she chose to paint. her hands already gently wiping the paint on your arm and her body inching closer towards yours

it’s only then you realize that she’s so close to your face when she looks up, your breaths tangling in the air, your lips only a few inches apart

“mhm” so close she is so close, but much to your disappointment, one of the organizers comes by to check on your progress, effectively making jihyo pull away a respectable arm’s reach before reassuring that everything is going well bb

damn were you expecting a kiss?

you don’t know how to even explain it

still you find that her company is nice, her jokes are good and makes you laugh, that she’s attentive and helps you remember to paint carefully, her smile now finally engraved in your head.

so when the paint dries, you get some food, you can’t deny that you’re into her. the way she smiles at every delighted sound as you eat, the way she becomes ‘angry’ with every bite, the way she wipes away any food or sauce near your lips with her thumb, her eyes lingering a bit too long for you to deny it.

so dinner is also good, amazing even, because wow you just learned that the world is small, and your roommate is apparently childhood friends with her roommate. so the only thing keeping you both from meeting each other any time sooner is because she’s so busy

jihyo also find this whole experience amazing, because she’s managed to keep you giggly this entire time, she’s now a person closer to seeing you again and again, she can take you out for coffee every weekend when she has to drag momo to sana for their weekly hangouts.

oh and yeah the food gets paid by jihyo. even if you protest it goes in vain, and she teases you to simply return the favor next time.

“next time?” you playfully scoff, walking towards the exit with jihyo, your arms linked together, eyes once more on you in either with happiness or in envy “what makes you think of a next time”

she opens the door for you, and leads you out of the prying eyes of others, but it doesn’t matter. not when you both only have it on each other

“i just know sweet girl” jihyo is cocky, but she’ll make you love this side of her more and more you see her “i just know”

KA-BOOM

the sound of thunder redirects both of you to look up at the sky, the rain pouring down on the city. both of you completely forgetting to check the weather app before leaving

“i forgot my umbrella” you look up at the sky, the lightning flashes dancing around, indicating that rain is all night. maybe even until the morning

jihyo also looks up, the first drops of rain splattering down at the side walk in front of them. it doesn’t get any of you wet, but she looks at you, and notices your eyes dimming at the thought of rain and no umbrella

“i can drive you home” jihyo says without a thought

“oh you’re so sweet but i really don’t want to bother you. it’s late and i don’t want to overstep anything”

“nonsense” she’s already wrapping her jacket around you, you’re breath hitching at how looking up at her is changing your brain “i have to make sure this gorgeous girl gets home safe”

she runs off to her car across the street before you can even reply, gawking at how bold she is and how much you are enjoying it. one hand holding both of your bags with your art works inside, and the other holding the leather jacket to keep you warm.

you barely have to wait a minute on the entrance of the restaurant, when jihyo returns, the large clear umbrella enough to keep you dry. she helps you stand up, zip up the jacket and pats down your dress.

she’s already grabbing your things before you can argue, shushing you up and leading both of you towards her car, which she drives you home with all the songs you tell her sounds nice, and her hand holding yours over the gear stick.

“i had fun tonight” you guys arrive at your apartment building, your fantasy coming to an end “especially with you”

jihyo doesn’t want this dream to stop

so she does what her heart tells her to.

in the future, she tends to flush red at the remembrance that she leaned too far and has to tilt her head up, just to kiss you. her hands resting gently on your waist and your arms on top of her shoulders, leaving you both star struck

“is that ok?” jihyo is nervous when she pulls away and looks at you, eyes closed and lips parted, tempting her to go for another kiss

“mhm” she melts when you open your eyes and give her a smile, the one that punches her in the gut “can i get another one? preferably right now and another one on my couch”

[multiphandomunnies]

Twice reactions

crush confessing

bf is an actor

bf is a cop

bf is a tattoo artist

*T* bf used to self harm

bf is a doctor

bf is a wizard

s.o is a scientist

bf is a bartender

bf is a nerd

bf surprises them with dinner

bf plays for the european clubs

how twice would kiss

bf is a horror author

their tough bf is crying

bf exercising

s.o has a dream about losing them

s.o works late

bf feels insecure

coming how to their gf asleep in her books

s.o makes something special

how would twice wake you up

showering with you *J line *

how twice would comfort you

bf in public

bf watches anime

haunted house au

receiving a gift from their crush

high school au

youtuber au

sana’s bday

haunted house au part 2

angel/demon au

s.o drinks a lot of coffee

spending the day with s.o

seeing you reading a smut fic of them (*M*)

s.o has autism

s.o throwing them over their shoulder

s.o has a tattoo of their name

s.o sees them in a bathing suit

bf visits them at a fansign

gf wants a lot of kids

being embarrassed

gf has really bad period cramps

gf being cheesy in front of the members

haunted house au part 3

twice sleepover

idol gf faints

gf has a scar

seeing their gf naked

s.o is a leo

s.o fainting after a roller coaster ride

s.o is a sagittarius

s.o punches a stranger

another member likes gf

s.o being smaller

falling for a foreigner

s.o send inappropriate photo

you using a strap on(*M*)

s.o playing an instrument

partner moves in

gf has low self esteem

finds out crush is trans

twice as little sisters

gf is a terrible dancer

have wet dream about their s.o

not wearing panties (*M*)

finding out gf is related to got7

little sister is debuting as an idol

gf compliments another member a lot

s.o says i love you for the first time

s.o is in cosplay

watching a horror film with s.o

haunted house au part 4

s.o has abs

gf cuts her hair short

hurting their s.o and regretting it

seeing their s.o working extremely hard

as types of yandere

s.o is the leader of a secret organization

gf is an idol producer

they think their bf is cheating on them

[purecantarella]

Behind the Scenes

short jihyo fic because her solo made me feral in the best wayyyy AHAHAHAH i hope yall will enjoy this one and do stream the zyolo 💓 park jihyo x reader disclaimer/s : none, this is purely floof and i needed this floof in my life rn

"...by tomorrow we'll be having consultation for the outfits in the videos and once alterations have been made to suit you, we'll proceed to filming." Jihyo's manager finished briefing her for the preparation of her first solo. The vocalist was rather excited for the whole ordeal but at the same time it was still nerve wracking.

Her manager, seeing how distraught the singer was, smiled warmly before placing their phone down. "You're going to be amazing, you're going to look amazing. It's going to be a breathtaking debut." Pausing to stand up from the table they sat at, "Don't stress too much about it."

Try as she had, there was no getting the thoughts out of her head. All her thoughts, all the negative ideas in her head vanished in an instant when you ran into the room. Panting for air, mussed hair, and a stack of unorderly papers clutched in your arm.

You'd been running yourself ragged trying to keep your boss happy, working as an assistant to one of the clothing directors in the building. It was good work experience if you ever wanted to work in a field like hers. A shocked expression finds its way to your face when you see Jihyo staring at you, suppressing a giggle.

You smile sheepishly before bowing lowly. Hopeful, you look around the room, silently praying that another staff member was around to ask for directions around the massive building. The singer notices the look on your face, wanting to put you out of your misery she asks, "Anything in particular you're looking for?"

A nervous laugh claws its way out of your throat before you shift the papers to one arm, scratching the back of your neck. "I seem to have lost my boss and I think she might kill me if she finds out I'm asking you of all people about it."

In spite of the fact you were clearly on edge to talk to one of the influential idols in the company, Jihyo was charmed by you. She smiles before placing the mug back down on the table in front of her. "Depends what department your boss is from...Could be from anywhere."

You hear the teasing nature in her voice which makes you chuckle softly. "I'm working with wardrobe for a few artists, if I do well they might consider hiring me full time." You explain, straightening your posture.

The singer nods, eyes never straying from you. The intensity in her gaze leaving you absolutely speechless and in awe. "I'm pretty sure you'll find everyone on the third floor. That's where we usually have fittings before promotions anyway."

You nod quickly and are out the door in a flash, making Jihyo burst out laughing. In a second you were back, "Thank you so much...uh...yeah that's all. I hope to see you around!" You add before leaving again, the remainder of the singer's smile grows.

"I hope so too, little ball of sunshine." She whispers to herself before taking another sip of her drink. The thoughts of her solo drifting far away, in its place the thought of the easily-frazzled, new hire.

The next day, Jihyo was far too tired to even listen to the things her members were trying to pep her up with. She appreciated them nonetheless but none of it was sinking into her. She was nothing but a ticking time bomb waiting to explode then and there.

Upon walking into the fitting room though, she found herself staring at you as you plucked each outfit from the rack.

She couldn't help the smile that bloomed on her face when she saw your focused look. You were much more composed than when she first saw you. "Didn't think I'd see you again so soon." Jihyo says while walking up to you. It made her heart soar when she saw the composed expression just melt away into one of shock. After a giggle, she continues, "Would have caught your name if I'd known."

You smile and bow before her stylist, your boss, walks in with a dumbfounded look on her face when she sees you talking to Jihyo. You flinch before looking down at the sketches of other designs for other shoots. "I'll just have these sent to the execs assistants for approval-"

Before you could jolt out of the room, much like you did the day before, Jihyo took you boldly by the wrist. "No, I'd like it if you stayed." You and the other stylists were rather taken aback. Artists could ask for these types of things, but ordinarily they wouldn't ask interns to stay.

You look to the stylist for approval and when she nods off, you place the papers back down. Silently, listening and watching intently as the group discussed the outfits for the video and then the ones for the stage performances. Taking in every ounce of it. It was good experience on your end to just be sitting in the same room as them. However, it was rather difficult for you to focus with Park Jihyo sitting mere feet away from you.

Then Jihyo took you by surprise again.

"What do you think?" She asks looking in your direction. Your snapped out of the hazy thoughts. The lead stylist tries to distract her from asking you anything. She had nothing against you, but she was well aware you were new. As respectfully as she could, Jihyo pipes up, "I truly appreciate the effort, unnie, but I just want a fresh perspective on everything."

All eyes are on you again as she stares at you with a gentle smile, "If you were watching the music video, which outfit would be the most eye catching." You think for a moment, standing to get a better look at the photos of the designs.

Jihyo watches as your brows crease together, trying to figure out which one was the best. There's an adoration that blooms in her chest when you sort through every piece and as you stand upright with a photo of a top in hand. It's a photo of a black tube top with a denim accent, and you walk to the racks, sifting through the options on display.

She sees you smile as you pull out a pair of baggy denim jeans. "I think that this..." You lift the photo, then the pair of pants, "And this would be perfect...it's trendy right now and it would accentuate your..." You pause, clearing your throat, "...assets while still being comfortable enough to perform whatever choreography you have lined up."

You pause again, Jihyo smiles wider as you continue. "And for your hair it would be nice if you did something similar to what you did during the Alcohol Free performances, half up-half down with gold accessories to break up the primarily denim and blue colors." You finish with a proud smile.

You realize that you'd taken over the meeting and blush embarrassed. Again, you clear your throat, placing the pants back on the rack and the photo back on the table. "But that's just what I think anyway..." You say as your shoulders tense up. Finding your seat an entire table away from Jihyo again.

You're fully prepared to melt into the ground there and then when suddenly, "I love it." You look up and see Jihyo's wide, proud smile. A jolt in your chest made a small smile grow on your lips. "She has a point...with everything."

There's a swell of pride in your chest as the discussion of the rest of her outfits continues. You catch her sneaking glances your way and it leaves you flustered and blushing every time.

By the end of the meeting, the lead stylist smiled and whispered that you did a good job before leaving to meet with another group for their comeback wardrobe. You stayed a little longer to organize the files left on the table. All the while you were grinning thinking that Park Jihyo loved your ideas. That you were given the opportunity to play a bigger role than what you'd originally thought.

You'd always admired Jihyo, even before you met her personally. You weren't much of a fan of TWICE but you'd seen videos of how she was a competent and loving leader, an amazing vocalist, and one of the kindest people in the industry. The idea of her being exactly as her public image had your heart melting.

Not a lot of idols you'd met were anything close to the personas they projected.

You were pretty much done with fixing the rest of the files and photos when there was a light knock at the door. You lift your head to see the wide, bright eyes you couldn't get out of your head since yesterday. The smile on your face doubles in size and it clearly pleases Jihyo.

"Don't go running out just yet, please?" She teased, you blush and press your hands flat down on the papers in front of you. "It seems like you're in a rush every time I see you."

You chuckle softly before Jihyo walks up to you. "I just wanted to get your name before things get too crazy."

A brow immediately shoots up and a burst of confidence surges through you. "Just my name...?" You see the shock on Jihyo's expression and you're ready to take it all back in a heartbeat. But it morphs into one of amusement and a certain boldness to it.

"You're an interesting one aren't you?" Her laugh echoes through the empty room. "It might sound stupid, but I calm down when you're around. Everything doesn't seem as daunting..." The singer trails off, her gaze trailing from you.

There's a silence. It isn't uncomfortable. But it lingers, it's soft and the atmosphere is warm. The confidence still surging through you, you walk up to her, one of the stray papers in your hand. Quickly yet neatly, you jot your number down on the sheet with your name. You place it in front of her.

The singer looks at you, eyes warm but there was a lingering fear that had always been there. Before you know it, you're beside her with your hand on her shoulder. You take a deep breath, "Should everything become too much or overwhelming. I'm always willing to be behind the scenes helping you through it."

You smile, return to where you once stood preparing yourself to lug the other files to executives and to other designers and stylists. The smile returns to her face as you pick up the papers.

"I'll see you around, Jihyo." You say as you wave swiftly before disappearing out the door once again. The singer smiles warmly watching you run down the halls.

She presses her hand to her chest, as she reads the note you left. A serenity washing over her as she whispers, "I'll see you around, Y/n..."

okay this came out so much messier and so much later than i had intended ???? im working on getting back into the mindset of writing and back into the minds and personas of idols AHAHAHAHAH i hope yall enjoyed this regardless tho :"") i can't promise when i'll come back but i have a lotta drafts i wanna get out soon but until then, i hope you lovelies are keeping safe and healthy!! i love you all vv much and i will see you soon 💓 - r

[goldennikko]

BE MINE — park jihyo

summary : jihyo and her obliviousness to her own feelings, you and your silly excuses, the two of you dancing around each other's feelings, the twice members had grown tired and had to conspire with the itzy girls to get the two of you together.

pairing : jihyo x itzy!reader

tags : f!reader ; idol!au ; reader is itzy's leader ; reader is '99 liner ; jealous!jihyo

requested: ✔

word count : 3.7k

you've known jihyo since you were a trainee. you first met her during your second year of training. you remember that day as vividly as if it had happened yesterday. you remember how your knees shook and how many embarrassed bows of respect you gave your senior when she caught you dancing to twice's song late at night in a dance practice room.

"jihyo sunbaenim?!"

jihyo returned the bow while waving you to stop, laughing at the red tint across your face, which she couldn't tell if it was from her or from the hours you'd been dancing.

"you're doing it wrong." jihyo said, voice soft and gentle smile to show you she wasn't mad or anything. still, you scratched the back of your head in embarrassment, complying when jihyo gestured you to play the music.

"let me teach you how it goes."

ever since then, jihyo would stop by the usual room you used to train in if she had enough time to help you or simply watch you, finding solace. she was impressed with how quickly you picked up on whatever she taught you. what impressed her the most was your maturity; you were only two years younger, but you seemed to give her sound advice whenever she confided in you about her problems. as embarrassing as it was for her to admit she was confiding in someone younger and not even in the industry with her problems, you provided her with comfort that no one else could.

when jihyo learned that you were finally making your debut alongside the other girls, she was the one who suggested to jyp that you be given the position because you deserved it. 

that's how you got to be the leader. 

"jihyo unnie."

jihyo hummed, watching as you breathed heavily, having just finished practicing your debut song. she rose from the floor and handed you a water bottle and a towel, which you gratefully accepted despite your flushing.

"they said i'm going to be the leader of itzy." you murmured, staring at yourself in the mirror. jihyo knew you had something more to say, so she remained quiet and waited for you to continue.

however, she didn't expect tears to well up in your eyes, whether from surprise or gratitude, jihyo couldn't tell. she drew you into her arms quickly, not caring if you were sweaty, and ran her fingers through your wet hair. she gently swayed you from side to side as you cried on her shoulder.

"what's wrong? don't you want to be the leader?" jihyo asked and you shook her head, sniffling lightly.

"it's not that. it's just… unbelievable." you explained, hiccuping every now and then, and jihyo couldn't help but coo at you. "apparently, someone saw me deserving and the girls also voted for me."

"because you are." jihyo reassured you, sensing that you had no idea the woman you were hugging was the one who suggested, and pulled back to wipe your tears and brush your bangs while still holding you in her arms.

"it'll be difficult, but i'm only a phone call away, okay?" 

that's when you realized your feelings for your senior had shifted. you didn't like her just because she was your senior or idol. you liked her because she was jihyo. you could feel your heart begin to beat differently, a little faster than usual, and it wasn't due to the heavy dancing you had just done.

jihyo held your cheek, raising her brows expectantly. "you hear me?"

you nodded, snapping out of your realization, and buried your face into her shoulder to avoid her piercing gaze. her hand went to the back of your head and gave you pats.

"are we clear on that?"

you hummed. "yes, unnie."

jihyo smiled. "good."

when you made your debut, the first person to greet you was jihyo, with your family and friends' congratulatory messages being a few seconds later than her text message, which came as soon as the music video was released. unfortunately, jihyo was unable to attend your debut stage and instead sent you a cake and a bouquet of flowers.

"someone sent this for you." your manager said, handing you the bouquet.

you took it from him with a confused frown, ryujin peering over your shoulder to see who it was as you opened the small card attached to it. your face flushed as you read the brief message and the name that followed, along with the all-too-familiar signature.

congratulations on your debut, sweetheart! i'm so proud of you. 

park jihyo.

ryujin's face lit up with a shit-eating grin as she shook you back and forth, causing you to hide your face behind the bouquet, the soft scent of the flowers invading your nose. 

as ryujin called out your embarrassed state, gaining the attention of your other members, who immediately joined in on the teasing because they all knew jihyo was your idol, your face brightened, the familiar red hue returning to your face after a long time of not interacting with jihyo due to her busy schedule and your busy debut preparation.

after that, you grabbed your phone and sent your senior a message.

thank you for the bouquet, unnie!

jihyo was quick to reply and you wondered if she was on a break with how quick she returned the message, but you shook it off, flushing red at the text across the screen.

of course. feel free to message me when you're having trouble, okay? i'm here to listen and help.

initially, you didn't intend to do that because you desired independence. you wanted to show them you deserved to be the leader of your group. you were afraid to rely on others because you didn't want to appear irresponsible or overly reliant on others.

however, when the hatred became too much for you, you needed to turn to someone who wasn't yeji or lia, and especially not your group's maknae line. you adored them and wouldn't dare to burden them with your problems.

so all you could think about was jihyo.

you hesitated to press on her number on your screen, your thumb hovering above it as your mind raced at the prospect of her being busy or resting. you couldn't think much about it because her name flashed across the screen and you hurried to answer her call.

"unnie?" you breathed out nervously, playing with the hem of your shirt.

a sigh was heard from the other side of the line. "i thought i told you to rely on me?"

you tried to play dumb. "yeah? what's happening?"

"don't act. i saw the articles." jihyo deadpanned, causing you to sigh in defeat.

"i, uh, didn't want to…" you trailed off, finding the correct words so as to not offend your worried senior. "burden you?"

there was another sigh and a few seconds of shuffling before jihyo's reprimanding yet soft voice came through the speaker again. you remained quiet as she spoke, her voice becoming more passionate as seconds ticked by.

"i want you to know you can rely on me. it's okay to be weak. it's okay to cry. it's okay to rely on someone. i know how hard it is to be a leader, so i want to be there for you. let me please?"

you shouldn't be surprised because you've heard it from her a few times before. nonetheless, you were taken aback by the genuine tone and comforting words. maybe it was because the wall you built was immediately demolished by the one and only jihyo, or maybe it was because your crush was the one to reach out first and say all these simple yet sweet words to you.

nonetheless, a sob escaped your throat, one hand flying to your mouth to silence yourself lest your members become concerned, and jihyo listened silently, gesturing to nayeon, who was sitting next to her, to notify yeji that she was coming over.

jihyo became your safe haven during your first year of work. when you weren't busy, you'd call her, cry in her arms, or simply hang out with the older girl. jihyo kept her promise to help you adjust to your new role as leader, and she made you promise to open up about your problems. who were you to say no? 

jihyo was actually glaring at you when the subject was brought up, so you had no choice but to give in.

naturally, your feelings for her grew stronger. you thought it was gone, but then you found yourself hanging out with her or crying your heart out to her, and the feelings returned. or perhaps they never left at all and were simply buried deep underground due to work? that, or you were afraid of ruining your friendship status with jihyo.

having said that, you've remained friends with her until now.

"where are you going?" nayeon asked loudly, attracting the attention of the other members in their respective rooms, the living room, and jeongyeon's, who was standing near the sink. 

the oldest noticed jihyo passing by, fully dressed and disguised, and an idea struck her, so she called out to her.

"i'll go see y/n/n." jihyo answered and frowned when she saw nayeon and jeongyeon share a not-so-subtle look, but shrugged it off. "she's practicing and she said she needs help. i'll be back real quick."

"bye, unnie!"

"take care, jihyo!"

"bring back food please!"

when the door closed, the members went to the kitchen, where the two oldest were talking about what had just happened, or rather, what had been going on for years.

"is it just me or y/n/n always asks for jihyo unnie's help?" dahyun commented, stealing the bread from jeongyeon's hand, causing the older one to glare to which the tofu merely smiled.

"and jihyo—"

"no, wait." nayeon cut sana off, fishing out her phone. the members watched her, confused, and she caught their expressions and shrugged. 

"it's about time we step in. it's been years."

when her phone rang, yeji paused, watching as nayeon's contact name flashed across her screen. lia turned around, and yeji met her gaze before answering the phone.

"nayeon unnie?"

the girls shared a knowing look when they heard yeji's voice, except for momo and sana, who looked at the phone that nayeon had placed on speaker and on the table. meanwhile, lia had gone off to find the other members, waving yuna over who was chilling in the living room and dragging ryujin and chaeryeong out of their rooms.

"have you noticed that your y/n unnie always asks for jihyo's help, too?" nayeon went straight to the point, not wasting any more time because it was painful to watch you two dance around your own feelings.

the juniors exchanged a glance. "too? you mean, you've noticed as well?" yeji responded.

ryujin grimaced, relieved that they were finally going to do something because she knew you'd never do anything and would suffer in silence.

sana joined the conversation, albeit clueless, to continue what she was about to say before nayeon cut her off. "and jihyo never fails to offer her the assistance she requires, no matter where we are or how busy our schedules are."

"and it wasn't really hard to notice." dahyun said.

"were they even trying to hide it?" mina asked quietly, causing tzuyu to grumble from behind her. "they both suck at it then."

lia laughed. "y/n unnie never hid it, but she tried."

"i love jihyo unnie, but i'm not sure how she hasn't noticed it yet because y/n unnie's crush is written all over her face." chaeryeong remarked, joining tzuyu at sassing both sides.

a laugh escaped jeongyeon's throat. "i don't think jihyo is aware of her feelings yet."

"or she's denying it." chaeyoung added.

"then what are we going to do now?" dahyun asked and momo perked up from next to her. "what about dinner?"

when everyone went silent, momo didn't know if they were thinking about it or thought her idea was stupid, but she ignored the latter when she received a clap to the back from jeongyeon. on the other end of the line, ryujin was quietly nodding, and yuna was already planning a strategy in her head.

the youngest of itzy leaned forward. "i know what to do."

you were a little late for dinner. all of the twice members apparently wanted to have dinner with you and your group. you were late, however, because you had one more separate schedule before you were finally free. you walked inside the restaurant after your manager dropped you off and immediately spotted the rather long table that twice and itzy occupied.

jihyo was the first to notice you. 

of course she'd be the first. 

when they arrived, itzy was already there, but you were nowhere to be found, so she immediately inquired as to your whereabouts. she was a little disappointed she couldn't see you right away, but she waited patiently, occasionally joining the conversation led by nayeon, but her focus was always on the door. jihyo shot up from her seat with an excited smile when the door opened for the nth time that hour and you finally walked in, fixing your hair.

"y/n/n!"

"jihyo unnie!" you greeted, heart beating wildly against your ribcage as you took the older girl into your arms.

you had to pull away, causing jihyo to pout, to hug your own members and the other twice members, staying a little longer with nayeon, mina, and tzuyu because they were the closest to you aside from jihyo.

"what took you so long?" nayeon playfully smacked your arm.

"i was with jinsol-ie." 

jihyo noticed your endearing nickname for the jung and her brow twitched unknowingly, causing a few of the other members to snort quietly. you were seated between the twice leader and resident penguin, assisting them in taking their seats.

yeji sent you a teasing smile and you returned it hesitantly. "was that really a schedule, unnie? or a date?"

your eyes widened at her claim, panicked eyes darting towards jihyo, whose ears were turning red in anger for reasons she didn't understand. even though you knew you had no chance, it felt like cheating on jihyo. as the other members turned to you in shock, you shook your head frantically, waving your hands.

"wait, you're dating jinsoul-ssi?" chaeyoung inquired.

"no, no, no! no way! we're not dating?!"

tzuyu glared at you from across the table. "and you didn't tell me?" 

"i thought we were friends, y/n/n." mina added.

you gently shook the penguin. "but we're not dating?! how am i supposed to tell you if i'm not even dating anyone?!"

you looked to your members for assistance, but they either ignored you, didn't notice, or didn't know you really weren't dating jinsoul.

"are you really not dating her?" chaeryeong asked.

you quickly shook your head, glancing at jihyo. she's been quiet since then, and as much as you wanted to console her for whatever reason had irritated her, you had to protect your and jinsoul's image. you like the girl, but not in that way.

yuna shrugged. "you look good together."

"i've seen the pictures online." momo added as jeongyeon smiled teasingly at you.

"she looks good." nayeon nodded in approval, but still gave you a look of betrayal.

your hair swished quickly from side to side, shaking your head for the nth time that night, you were close to getting nausea. "we're just friends."

sana leaned forward in her seat with a curious yet teasing smile. "then do you like her?"

before you could even deny it, there was a loud slam, and everyone flinched at the harsh sound. you turned to face jihyo, who had shot up from her seat, her head low and her hair forming a curtain around her face, obscuring her expression. but you knew she was mad because of the way her fists clenched.

"jihyo unnie—" you reached out, but she avoided your touch.

"i'll just be getting some fresh air."

you slumped back in your seat as you watched the older girl leave the restaurant. you expected the girls to be scared and worried, but you were surprised to see them look expectant, disbelieving, content, happy, and so on. what was more surprising was that it was directed at you, and you, dumbfounded, pointed at yourself.

"what? why are you staring at me like that?" you asked, your mouth agape.

"go, get her." dahyun smiled widely at you.

you pointed at yourself again for emphasis, trying to hide the pain spreading across your chest. "but she didn't even want me to touch her? what did i do?"

nayeon let out a sigh, not wanting to deal with your oblivious ass and jihyo's mini tantrums anymore. "sweet y/n, please do us all a favor and just go."

you were hesitant to leave, but the twice girls were encouraging you, tzuyu through her glare, and when you looked at your members, they raised their brows at you. so you had no choice but to leave, picking up the jacket jihyo had left and your scarf.

"be back, yeah? don't forget to thank us!"

you ignored jeongyeon, despite how confusing her statement was, and went to the parking lot where you saw jihyo go. you shivered from the cold and quickened your pace, concerned that jihyo had caught a cold by now. you noticed her behind their van and jogged over, seeing her raise her head and cast a sidelong glance at you.

you smiled warily and showed her the clothes, pausing briefly to let her decide if you could get closer. jihyo's heart melted at your respect for her and her space, and she nodded weakly while hugging herself. you stepped in front of her and threw the jacket over her shoulder, allowing her to wear it while you wrapped your scarf around her neck.

"everything okay?" you whispered quietly, brushing her hair she had previously messed up out of frustration.

jihyo remained silent while you waited. knowing her since your pre-debut days, you knew when she would gather her thoughts, which she was doing right now. you were patient, hands on top of her head, carefully fixing her hair.

"are you really dating jinsoul-ssi?"

you choked on air at her question, making jihyo glance up at you. when you saw her teary eyes, you held her face and furrowed your brows worriedly.

"no, i'm not. i'm not dating anyone right now. jindori and i are just friends, i swear. cross my heart." you even did the action after that and jihyo chuckled, smacking your stomach weakly. you smiled, feeling successful, but then you grimaced. "besides, she's dating jungeun. she'd kill me."

you both laughed again before falling silent. jihyo fiddled with her rings, a nervous habit, and you took them into your hands, your thumb caressing the back of her hands. jihyo smiled as she noticed the worried expression on your face.

"are you sure everything's okay?"

jihyo laughed. "yes, y/n/n, everything is fine."

you were about to nod, but when she spoke again, you paused. 

"now that i'm certain you're not dating anyone."

jihyo wasn't sure if you could feel her clammy palms or if that was just her imagination because she was so nervous right now. 

she was composed on stage. 

she was punctual when it came to her jam packed schedule. 

she can work under duress with little to no assistance from others. 

her heart, however, was beating wildly under your gaze right now, as if it were about to jump out of her throat. her legs were trembling, not just from the cold, but also from the way your eyes shifted back and forth between her eyes. her lips trembled as she yanked on your hand, not knowing what to say next.

you, on the other hand, were frozen. you couldn't think of anything to say because you were too busy replaying what she said and overthinking, which was something you were good at.

when you felt her tug on you and met her glossy eyes, you blinked. "you, uh, i need you to clear it up a bit? i don't want to get it wrong, and maybe i'm just being hopeful and stupid right now, so i, you, uh—"

you never imagined she'd say those words in all your years of friendship. you never imagined she'd feel the same way in the last few years. most importantly, you never imagined feeling jihyo's plump lips against yours right now. the cold wasn't ideal, but jihyo's lips were more than enough to make your face heat up.

as her hands came up to rest on your stomach, gripping your shirt to draw you closer, you closed your eyes, both hands on jihyo's face. although butterflies and the entire damn zoo made a noise in your stomach, that phrase wasn't enough to describe how giddy you were right now. your brain was short-circuiting, your hands trembling against her cheeks, and your heart was beating so loudly that jihyo could hear it.

you did, however, recall that you were in public. the restaurant was very private, but you can never be too sure. so you drew back, resting your brow on hers. jihyo opened her eyes after catching her breath and saw yours were still closed, but you were breathing steadily now.

"if you still need me to spell it out for you." 

jihyo waited for you to open your eyes, continuing when you did. jihyo could drown in your dreamy eyes and won't regret it; she'd gladly dive into it and drown all over again.

"i like you. i really do."

your ears tuned out everything else and focused on jihyo's words and lips, occasionally looking up at her as she continued her confession speech.

"i've been into you since you cried on my shoulders. when you found out you'd be the leader of itzy. i know it took me a while, years, to realize that i have these feelings for you. i don't like the idea of you dating jinsoul, and i especially didn't like the idea of you dating anyone other than me."

you opened your mouth to say something, but she shook her head and pressed her pointer finger against your lips. you stood there, heart racing, as she leaned in and stopped an inch from your lips.

"i like you. date me. be my girlfriend. be mine."

"i'm yours, jihyo."

jihyo closed the gap with your confirmation, and you relished her warmth and the way her lips caressed yours so softly, making sure you could feel all of her feelings for you.

she panted against your lips. "mine. all mine."

"yours, all yours."

nikko note: the fics i write are either making me feel single or really sad. i hope you liked this one! i had to stop working earlier because i got distracted by one of my anon's crabs lmaooo. thank you for reading!

[mandu-17]

TWICE reaction to their S/O proposing

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: How would Twice react to their s/o proposing to them? Would any members say no?

A/N: well to answer your question anon i think it very much depends on when would their s/o propose but for writing this reaction i got them all a happy ending i hope you're okay with that (it's what you all deserve)

Nayeon

Nayeon's confidence was probably your favorite thing about her however you didn't expect her to be so lost for words when you pulled out the box with engagement ring. It was rare to see your girlfriend so shocked. For a second you began to fear that she'll say no, since you expected her to jump into your arms in a matter of seconds. Suddenly Nayeon blinked two times before the most beautiful smile you've ever seen crawled onto her face. And that's when she threw her arms around you tightly, you could barely breathe. But even air didn't seem important in that moment. The woman of your dreams saying 'yes' was all that mattered.

"Yes! Baby, I'm so happy, I can't believe it!"

Jeongyeon

For Jeongyeon, it was truly the happiest day of her life when you proposed. Despite being a couple for so long, she still had these insecurities to deal with. Truth be told, for some obnoxious reasons she felt unworthy and the possibility of you choosing someone else eventually was in the back of her head most of the time. So when you asked her to become your wife, it seemed like huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Later on it'll probably be end up as one of the sweetest memories for both of you. That day you already made important promises - for Jeongyeon to never doubt herself again and for you to never let her do that.

"Yes, yes, yes! I don't even know what to say, baby."

Momo

Momo honestly couldn't remember when she was this happy. At this point she couldn't live without you and you asking her to marry you meant that you really felt the same. You cooed before pulling her into you lovingly when her eyes slowly started to fill with tears. It was the first time you saw Momo cry, she was always able to keep her emotions in check but with you it was so hard to control herself. She gladly accepted the ring and kept admiring how perfectly it fitted on her finger. Seeing you lean down to kiss it made her heart race, the next thing you felt were her lips against yours. Momo didn't intend on pulling away quickly.

"Are you serious? It even fits perfectly, just like you and me."

Sana

Loud squeal that left Sana’s lips startled you a little nevertheless you remained in kneeling position in front of her. The way she was staring into your soul made you even more nervous than you’d already felt. Although the warmth in Sana’s eyes let you know that there was nothing to be afraid of. Her lips formed an adorable, shy smile as delicate blush spread onto her cheeks. Truth be told you had her heart years ago, Sana knew that you were meant for her. At some point, she even started to plan her own proposal. Although words couldn’t really describe how heartwarming it was to see you asking for her hand.

“Baby, yes! A million time yes!”

Jihyo

These brown eyes were blown wide at the sight of you on your knee. A part of her wanted to scream and the other to cry tears of joy. Jihyo felt like she could literally do anything, she felt like flying already. She knew that you were the one for her, the only one fitting so perfectly. Your relationship was something she took very seriously. Her members also loved you and your close bond with them was actually one of the reasons Jihyo was certain that sooner or later the two of you wpuld definitely get married. You didn't really surprise her that much if that's what you were going for although you sent her to cloud nine for sure.

"Y/N, you're my everything! I can't wait to marry you."

Mina

It was like a scene straight out of movie. You took care of everything, the scenery, music in the background and romantic dinner. Mina felt it in her bones that something special was bound to happen that night. She was absolutely right because you officially asked for her hand in marriage. There was no way she’d say no, she was already sure of it. After everything you two had been through, Mina’s heart was truly set on you. Even though the sight of the ring got her blood pumping with excitement, Mina was calm about her future with you. You were her soulmate and she gladly accepted it.

“It’ll be my honor to become your wife, Y/N.”

Dahyun

Dahyun started calling herself by your last name already long time ago. Even if it was an often brought up inside joke between you two, she got very emotional. Dahyun froze shortly before tears started shining in her warm eyes. She didn't really know what to say except for agreeing to your proposal. Your girl went in for a hug, wanting nothing more than to spend forever in your arms. Unfortunately, she had to pull away in order for you to actually put the ring on her finger. That's when the whole mood lightened up again. In no time she was flexing her ring to literally everybody she met.

"It's the most beautiful ring I've ever seen, of course I have to show off."

Chaeyoung

With a loud gasp Chaeyoung kept staring at you, her eyes wide as ever. She just couldn't believe it, couldn't tell if everything that was happening was indeed real. Her soulmate asking her to marry them? Chaeyoung stopped watching romantic comedies a lot of time ago because she didn't want to get disappointed however you were better than any character she could even think of. And you were very much real, your eyes shining with love and anticipation for her answer. Your soft hands that were gently holding up the ring to her, you really were her favorite person in the whole world. With no doubt, she confidently said yes.

"Of course I'll marry you, Y/N! You make me so happy, I love you so much."

Tzuyu

Tzuyu was genuinely speechless, her whole face beaming at you and her dimple appearing more visible than ever. Thankfully you could tell by the look in her pretty eyes that she agreed. She was still very young, a voice in her head told her. Although with you she was sure of everything. Tzuyu knew that with you she won't be lost. You'd been taking such good care of her for these past few years, there was no one else in her mind, no one else except for you. She was incredibly excited at the thought of planning wedding or how good you'd look in your wedding attire. For some reason Tzuyu already couldn't wait to oficially be your wife.

"Y-yes! You're not kidding, right? I love you so much, Y/N!"

[ryupages]

twice reaction — you self harming.

members — mina and jihyo + maknae line

requested - yes!

genre - angst

warning(s) - burns, cuts / cutting, hospitalization, mentions of blood, ripping out one’s hair

note: i tried to write other sh methods other than cutting as i know there’s plenty other ways people inflict harm onto themselves. i hope i did ok <3 remember that nothing that has happened to u in ur fault !!

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jihyo — 지효

you stood nervously in your living room, watching jihyo pace back and forth while on the phone. it must’ve been a work call, as you immediately picked up on the way her eyebrows knitted in frustration. it made want you to just retreat to your room until the call was over. but it was now or never.

jihyo has never given you a reason to not confide in her, and you didn’t want to hide it anymore.. not after hiding it for so long.

“hun, can i please talk to you?” jihyo’s head snapped over to you, her expression softening ever so slightly.

she mumbled something to the other person, looking back at you and slightly tilting her head in curiosity. you finally had her undivided attention.

your body tensed. now that this was actually happening, you didn’t know how to go about confessing what you’ve done to yourself, what you still do to yourself. in your head, this played out smoothly, but actually standing in front of her, your nerves overwhelmed you again.

“what is it, y/n? i really do need to finish this call.” jihyo chided.

deciding to not say anything and rather just show her, your fingers gripped the waistband of your sweatpants and pulled them down, just enough to show off your thighs.

jihyo nearly flinched at the faded red scars that littered your legs. “y/n.. what.. ?”

she immediately hung up, mumbling an empty promise of calling them back later. her arms fell to her side, her eyes glued to your thighs. part of her wanted to ask what they were from, if someone did this to you. but she wasn’t dumb. she knew exactly happened. she just didn’t understand why.

“please don’t be upset with me.” you whispered just loud enough for jihyo to hear.

upset? with you? she could never be upset with you, not for struggling. she’s only upset that she didn’t notice any signs. she let out a shaken sigh and recollected her thoughts before making her way to you. jihyo gently took your hand, leading you to the couch and sitting you down. she plopped next to you, turning her whole body to face you. she noticed the confusion and slight fear in your eyes, so she smiled reassuringly and gently held your hands in hers.

“i need you to know i am not upset with you,” she spoke tenderly, drawing circles on your knuckles with her thumb. “but please let me help you.”

she bit her lip before continuing, “i don’t want to lose you, y/n. not to this. please let me help you from now on.”

the corners of your mouth twitched, and you couldn’t help but give a small smile. you said nothing, just nodded. that’s all jihyo needed before she pulled you into her arms, kissing all over your face.

“i couldn’t be more grateful to have met you, y/n. you don’t need to do this yourself anymore.”

—

mina — 미나

there’s no way you’d willingly tell mina about your struggles with self harm. even when you would fall over the carpet and would bruise ever so slightly, she would be all over you, kissing you all over. you were scared of what she’d do if she learned you were intentionally harming yourself.

while just in your underwear, you look for clothes to wear with your day out with mina. you wanted to cover up as much as possible, not wanting her to notice and question the burns and deep scratches on your limbs. although it was decently warm outside, you just couldn’t take any chances.

you heard a soft knock at your bedroom door, already knowing who was behind it. you turn around and see mina peeking in. you smile, letting her know that you were just looking for something to wear. she smiled and walked in, plopping on the bed as you continued your outfit search.

“i’m glad we’re finally having time for ourselves, y/n!” your girlfriend exclaimed cheerfully. you hum in agreement, listening to her ramble on how much she missed you and how excited she was for your date.

after a few moments, you noticed that she cut herself off, the room falling into an uncomfortable silence. you slowly turn to face your girlfriend, about to question what was wrong. your eyes followed where hers were looking and your heart fell instantly. you completely forgot you were half naked, and your scars were on full display.

“y/n,” mina whispered, “that’s not.. what i think that is, right? please tell me you just fell or something.”

mina knew she was acting delusional, but she refused to believe that you inflicted those wounds on yourself. she wanted you to tell her that you had just fell off the bed again, or bumped into the coffee table. something, anything. but the defeated look on your face said it all.

“y/n..” her voice was so soft, you barely heard her.

she hesitantly reached out, wanting you to come into her arms. you walked over and fell in her arms. she grabbed your thighs, lifting you and setting you down on her lap, rubbing your back.

she didn’t have the words with her at that time, but she already knew that you knew she was here for you. she loved you and would never let you go down this path alone.

—

dahyun — 다현

it was almost impossible to hide anything from dahyun, so the fact she still hadn’t caught onto what you do to yourself made you both relieved and anxious. you felt like it was only a matter of time before she found out, but part of you had that thought that maybe she would never find out.

you were out grocery shopping, coming home fairly soon. dahyun was sat on the couch, watching tv while waiting for you to return home. she paused the tv and got up, making her way to the bathroom. humming quietly to herself, dahyun began to freshen up.

however, something in the sink caught her eye. it was.. your hair? she picked it up, already knowing by the texture and colour that it was your hair. but why? she looked on the counter and saw more hair. it didn’t make sense, you always claimed that you would never cut your hair yourself, not after trying to do so years ago. so why was there..

“i’m home!!” dahyun was pulled out of her analysis as she perked at the sound of your voice.

she quickly dropped the hair and almost sprinted out the bathroom and into the kitchen. you were already placing stuff in the cabinets and fridge as you turned to look at her. you smiled at her, making her stomach churn. she glanced up at your hair, that pit in her stomach expanding as she noticed it was thin, with a tiny bald spot on the side of your head.

“you,” dahyun breathed out, “why are you ripping out your hair?”

you almost flinched at her question, already knowing she found the hair you forgot to toss in the trash. you gently put down the box of cereal you were holding and let out a deep breath. you kept your eyes trained on the floor as you explain that you didn’t have the guts to use a blade, so you resorted to pulling out hair and scratching yourself hard as a way to deal with your internal pain.

it was silent for a moment, making you think that she hated you or thought that you were weird. you heard footsteps and her hand cup your cheek as she gently tilted your head to look at her. she gave a bitter smile, kissing you tenderly.

“no more hiding this, okay?” she quietly pleaded, making you nod immediately.

her smile slightly grew as she pulled you into a warm, long embrace.

“let’s find other ways to deal with these feelings, yeah? don’t worry, i’ll be here no matter how long it takes.”

—

chaeyoung — 채영

“we’re almost there, chaeyoung, relax!” jihyo tried to calm the younger girl, but chaeyoung couldn’t even breathe right. she was on edge, she had been ever since she got the call.

while hanging out with the girls, chaeyoung had gotten a call. her heart dropped when the nurse on the other line introduced herself, her mind racing with questions on whether or not you were hurt or if you’re even the reason why they’re calling. her heart completely shattered when the nurse explained what had happened.

you had been dealing with severe depression and other mental health issues, which must’ve lead up to this moment. the nurse says that it probably wasn’t your intention, but you had cut too deep, losing a lot of blood.

jihyo didn’t even park the car before chaeyoung jumped out and ran inside the building, nayeon and sana trying their best to catch up to her. she screamed and begged for your room number, being taken up immediately. she was shaking, so scared that she couldn’t even cry.

the doctor opened the door and let chaeyoung and the girls walk in, and the sight broke her entirely. you looked peaceful while sleeping, but knowing why you were even in here finally did it. tears rushed down chaeyoung’s face, her legs wobbling. jihyo and sana held onto her as nayeon talked to the doctor, trying to get an understanding on your condition.

she finally stood up straight, walking over to you and holding your hand tightly. hiccups escaped her throat as she continued to cry.

“why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve—” chaeyoung choked on her sobs before she continued. “i could’ve helped you. please.. please let me help you when you wake up. please.”

she fell to her knees, jihyo immediately kneeling down beside her, reassuring chaeyoung that you would be okay. she believed her leader, you would be okay.

she was going to make sure you would not feel the need to do this again. she loved you too much to let this continue.

—

tzuyu — 쯔위

tzuyu wasn’t as quiet as her fans made her seem, at least not with you. she was more than willing to shower you with compliments, soft kisses, basically just love you down until you physically can’t take it. so when she went dead silent when you finally confessed to why you had burn marks on your thighs and the scars on your arms, you were utterly terrified. you thought you’d get even a small reaction, but other than her eyes widening, there was nothing.

she stood there, looking at your arms and legs for a good five minutes, not sure what to say. you wanted to walk away, just to let her collect her thoughts until she finally spoke.

“how long?”

you swallowed the lump in your throat as you crossed your arms and looked down in shame, “about 2 years.”

she only sighed, not sure what to say. for the first time in a long while, tzuyu was lost on what she can do for you. she wanted nothing more than to put a stop to this, already guessing what type of consequences that could come with something like this. what if you tried to end it? what if you succeeded? she didn’t want it to get to that point.

tzuyu shifted in her spot uncomfortably, not sure what she could do. she pondered for a moment, before her lips twitched into a small smile. she looked up at you, her smile making you slightly confused.

“let’s go out today.” your mouth opened to say something, but she shook her head, already going over to your dresser to pull out some clothes.

“from now on,” tzuyu looked up at you, your heart rate increasing at the way she looked at you; with such softness and care. “let’s go out or do something fun, whenever you feel bad.”

you hesitated, and tzuyu knew why. “i don’t mind if you feel that way every other day, every hour. if you’re feeling that way, you come to me.”

the corners of your mouth turned up into a smile, and you made your way to your girlfriend and hugged her tightly, whispering a long string of “thank you’s” and “i love you’s.” tzuyu only smiled and hugged you back tighter, glad you know that her view and love for you has not and will never change.

[cry4mina]

Park Maintenance

(Jealous!Jihyo x reader)

Word Count: 6.8k Smut/A secret second thing/Smut Summary: Jihyo decides that she wants to leave you feral all day, it backfires. TW: THIS IS ABOUT FUCKING! Aggressive top jihyo, public sex, degrading, teasing, intentionally making someone jealous, there is theme park sex happening. Momo and Nayeon are present, more Momo than Nayeon. A/N: Happy 3 Months of Cry4Mina! I truly never thought it would be this much fun and I'm so grateful to all those who follow me and show support for me and my writing! <3 I guess the smut didn't really take me that long at all. Thank you to the human who wishes to remain anonymous for helping me name the fic and letting me rant about it. And also @myouicieloz for constantly keeping me sane while I write LMAOOOOO As always, DMs and Asks are open for feedback and requests! :)<3 love u mean it. drink water.

Strong arms wrap themselves around you, wiggling a little closer to your body with a few heavy restful breaths. Eyelashes graze across your neck, a few lazy kisses placed along your jaw and a soft “good morning, baby” lightly draws you out of your dreams. 

You stretch, shaking off some of the stiffness of drowsiness before turning to your side, nuzzling into Jihyo further, putting your head against her chest, arms mirroring hers in the way of draping around her. 

“Still sleepy, my love?” her digits gently slide up the back of your neck, twirling your hair softly while placing a few languid pecks down your cheeks.

“Mhmm..” followed by a small sigh into her skin as you relax into her.

“We’ve got big plans today, remember? We are going to the amusement park with Nayeon and Momo, but…” her fingers trail down your bare back, lips brushing across yours.

“I’d love to start the day with those cute sleepy moans you make.” Her hand grips you tightly, locking you in place against her. 

Jihyo’s other hand finds its way between your legs. Ghosting her middle finger up and down your slit, her touch gets just a little more pressure with every pass of your clit. Sluggishly trying to match her pace for a moment before she stops moving her fingers all together.  

Eyes still half lidded from slumber, you arch your back and press your chest into hers like it’s muscle memory. She giggles into your mouth, teasing you more with each feeble lunge of your hips. 

Jihyo smirks, rolling you onto your back and sweeps one of her legs over you to straddle one of your thighs, fixing herself so she can grind down on you without removing her lips from yours. 

 A small whine slips from your throat and she slides her tongue into your mouth, taking the opportunity as it presents itself. She slides her pussy across your thigh, inciting a primal reaction from you. 

What started slow and sweet, rapidly gets hot and heavy. Your hands are navigating around her body, desperately trying to get her to finish what she started. 

Whining tandemly, the song of want emerges from the two of you tangled in each other, she breaks the kiss. Noses caressing each other while she studies the desperation seeping through your skin. 

“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.” whispered into your mouth. The tone is seductive and irresistible. 

Feeling her slick drip down your thigh, Jihyo was in a mood today and you were happy to take full advantage of that.  

The question burns in her eyes and you give her the silent permission she asks for. Breath shuddering as she lowers her mouth to your chest, leaving a tightly woven line of opened mouth kisses with a few soft bites sprinkled in between. 

She makes her way down your stomach and to your hips, biting your hip bones before trailing her tongue down to your inner thigh. 

“I want you- shit, please” almost voiceless in anticipation of what patterns her tongue is going to draw.

“You already have me, darling. Just tell me how you want me.” Another push of encouragement, she just wanted to hear you say what your body was craving from her. 

Jihyo places her elbows down on the sheets between your legs, holding her chin with one of her hands and returning to tease your slit once again, lazily gliding her finger up and down, patiently waiting for you.

“Fuuuuck- Hyo, please! I need to feel your tongue on me!” rocking your hips forward to get closer to her. 

“You looks so pretty when you’re desperate like this but…” She’s stone-faced…that can only mean one thing. 

“I don’t think that was good enough, honey. Maybe you should try again?” her eyebrow raises, patiently waiting for a reply. It wasn’t exactly rare to see her so…dominant, but it always kind of sprung itself on you, not that you were complaining. 

“Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee just fuck me, baby” wanting her was an understatement, you were absolutely spiraling down a cyclone of pure need. 

“Who?” gently slapping your clit one, two, three times and you jolt under every smack. 

“Sorry…-M-mommy fu- fuck, please!” whimpered between the splattering of your wetness

“Good girl.” a devious grin graces her face before she gets to work. 

Aggressively swiping her tongue up your pussy and gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks just like you liked. The slurping sounds she made on you only makes you want it more. 

Jihyo is holding you down by the hips, persistently licking your clit before she slides 2 fingers inside you, not giving you any time to adjust. 

Without any shame about the ache sitting in your cunt, you thrust your hips up into her mouth and back down onto her fingers. She slows her licks down, fingers digging deep into you, building and building the knot that was going to burst at any moment. 

“Mommy…right fucking there, Please don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”  The thread about to break, you are about to come undone beneath her when you both hear a vibration coming from the nightstand. Jihyo’s getting a call from Momo.

“Please keep going, I’m so close… feels so good unghh…Mommy, pleaseeeee!” still one hundred percent in this, not giving a single shit about that phone call. 

A light bulb goes off in her head, you can see the sparkle in her eye as she keeps her fingers moving. She starts to suck on your clit harshly, pushing you even closer to the edge. . 

“Oh fuck, right fucking there- I’m gonna cum!” 

Jihyo completely removes herself from you, stands up and walks over to her phone, dragging her wet fingers up your torso as you writhe on the bed, completely infuriated that she would just stop. 

“WHY would you do that?! Baby, I was about to c-” 

“Hey Momo! …Yes, we are almost ready. Y/n just has to shower and then we will be on our way to come get you both!”

If looks could kill, Jihyo would be dead. You stand up, legs shaking from the tension built up that is now trapped in you and running through your limbs like an endless circuit. 

Storming off to the bathroom, you fling the door open in frustration. The smack of the doorknob on the wall startles your girlfriend who is still on the phone. 

“I'll text you when we are on the way, okay?…alright, I’ll see you soon…okay, bye Momo!” you can hear the grin that’s plastered on her face when she hangs up the phone. Giggling to herself, She’s so proud of herself for ruining your orgasm, she can’t even contain it. 

Meanwhile, your palms on the counter, looking up at yourself in the mirror to see you completely disheveled, shaking, and dawning a thin sheen of sweat laid onto your skin. Agony wreaks havoc inside you, unable to focus on much but the feeling of emptiness between your legs. 

Jihyo walks into view, leaning her shoulder and head against the door frame with that cheeky smile on her face, arms crossed to push her tits up, teasing you just that much more. 

“Baby, don’t be upset” sauntering over with a pout. 

She hugs you from behind, pressing her chest into your back and kissing your shoulder before resting her chin on it. Fingertips tracing down your sides, and over your thigh, grazing your heat with the lightest of touches. 

Bending over the quartz surface, you back up into her. Not allowing an inch of space between the two of you, wiggling your ass on her. 

“Please…I can’t be like this all day, baby. Don’t you want to taste me again?” A whiney attempt at trying to bait her into letting you cum.

“I promise that I won’t let you fall asleep tonight without cumming for me, okay?” lips brushing down your spine paired with a few tender pecks, finger still toying with your clit, and the fire pooling low in your stomach sits painfully heavy. Panting in response to the sensations. 

“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you’re like this” passionately murmured between the kisses and little love bites.  

“I love seeing how much you want me…” dipping her finger between your lips, gathering some of your essence on her fingers.

“Look how needy you are for me, baby” pressing her middle finger against her thumb before pulling them apart, revealing how drenched you were with a thick string of slick. 

Panting as you watch her and not breaking eye contact, she licks you off her fingers. Shuddering when she grabs your chin harshly, pressing her forehead against yours, and sliding her hand down your neck. Pecking your lips enough so you get a taste of yourself before winking at you and then stepping into the shower and turning it on. 

Frozen in pure lust, jaw on the floor, you just stand and take in the fact that you were going to have to go about your day like this AND she was intentionally making it worse…

“Oh, fuck you!” hissed out into the bathroom. 

A cackle echos off the tiles in the shower along with the water hitting the floor and draining. Peeking her head around the shower curtain to see you standing there half way dissociated, she smirks again thinking it’s just her leaving you orgasmless that’s making you this way. 

“You coming, darling? I made sure it was cold just to shock the horny out of you” ushering you into the shower, disregarding the state you were in. 

“Not until later, apparently!” frustration lingers in the space. You are already trying to create a plan on how you’d get revenge on her for this.  

—

The car ride was quiet, staying silent even when Jihyo would talk to you. Still pissed off and too wound up to even pretend like you weren’t second away from touching yourself in the passenger seat. Carelessly cross your legs and squeeze them together to get some kind of relief.

“No, baby!” Jihyo takes one of her hands off the wheel and swats your thighs to tell you to uncross them.

“None of that now, I want all of that for later, hm? Plus you haven’t said a word to me so why should I reward you?” The cocky smirk makes you want smack it off her face but your mind wanders to riding her mouth instead.  

Sure, this was a fun game to play, but edging the entire day after a ruined orgasm and cruel intentional teasing wasn’t something you wanted to do, at least today. 

“I hate you.” Arms crossed across your chest as you look out the passenger window daydreaming about satiating the painful ache inside of you.

“Honey, you know that's not true.” watching her in the reflection, scoffing at her as she starts pouting again. 

Unable to see her reach over, she grabs your hand, lacing her fingers with yours and kissing the top of your hand to try to soften you a little bit. You weren’t going to budge, tugging your hand out of hers, making sure she saw the annoyed look on your face before crossing your arms again. 

“You are so mad at me!” chuckling hard enough to startle you. 

“Baby, if you can be good for me today…” car stopping right in front of Nayeon and Momo’s shared apartment. 

Jihyo puts her car into park and turns to face you. It’s hard not to look into her big brown eyes, they were your weakness. She uses that to her advantage, another cute pout dawns her face. 

“Y/n…” whined out and she grabbed your hand again, resting her chin on your palm so you hold her face, an attempt to get you to break and crack a smile. It almost works.

“I’ll give you exactly what you want when we get home, okay baby? Just be a good girl for me today and I’ll-” 

Jihyo cut off by the sound of the back seat opening, Momo and Nayeon climb in and greet the two of you, prompting Jihyo to rotate and get ready to drive again. Nayeon offers a sweet happy “Hiiii!” and Momo seems to be dreading the day ahead. 

The ride to the park carries on as you’d expect, soft music plays through while the three of them chat about the park you were currently headed to and the rides they wanted to go on. Not really being a theme park person, you just sat and tried to plot how you were going to get revenge on Jihyo for this morning's antics. 

“What do you mean you don’t like rollercoasters?!” Jihyo’s voice carries loudly through the smaller space, pulling you out of the daydream you were having. 

“I just don’t like them…I only agreed because Nayeon said that she would take me to that new expensive restaurant tomorrow if I agreed to go today…” Momo groaned, definitely not happy to be in this situation. 

“Don’t worry, Momo” speaking up for the first time since they’ve gotten in the car. Jihyo was surprised when you chimed in, especially after being silent aside from the few words you have before they got into the car.

“I'll stay with you while these two run a muck, I’m not really in a roller coaster mood today, but let's do the other rides with them” 

“I thought this was something you wanted to do? I wanted to go on some roller coasters with you today.” side eyeing you from the driver seat, she seems a little pissed off when you realize the possibility here.

“I’ve already been on one today, thanks.” tension now apparent to the others present. 

“But you’ve got Nayeon to go on roller coasters with, baby! I can keep Momo company while you wait in the lines.” your grin is a little too wide for Jihyo’s liking and it very much seemed like you had an ulterior motive. 

Before you and Jihyo started dating, you mentioned to her one time about how you thought Momo was attractive and she never let you forget it. Always seemingly a little more defensive when you were around her. Jealous when Momo made you laugh or if you got too close to her. 

You didn’t really know each other too well but you knew that Jihyo would be watching you when you were close to her. That is exactly what you wanted. 

Momo and Nayeon can sense something is up but they can’t see the furrowing of her brows, and the way she is biting the inside of her cheeks to know for certain. She reaches over and grabs your hand, seemingly a little anxious that maybe she made you a little too mad this morning. Maybe she teased you a little too much.  

Squeezing her hand for a little for some reassurance, still not looking at her. You absolutely were still upset about that morning but it was all part of the game…the one she didn’t realize that she was still playing. Plan set in motion, you were going to get exactly what you wanted from her…and hopefully, sooner than anticipated. 

–

Walking into the park, you take the path to the right and start riding the rides in order. The roller coasters were usually towards the back of the park, so most of the ones up front were a yes for everyone. The lines weren’t too long and you were enjoying the distraction from your hopeless desire for Jihyo, when they were present.

Jihyo was extremely affectionate with you when the opportunity presented itself. Maybe she did actually feel bad for how this morning went… Holding you from behind, barely letting go of your hand, and pressing her lips against your shoulders and cheeks anytime she had the opening to. 

She wouldn’t let you leave her side for more than 5 minutes before searching for you, the clinginess is cute…you are almost sorry for what you were about to do. 

“Wasn't this that rollercoaster you were talking about last night, baby? You and Nayeon should go on it!” pushing her to the line with Nayeon. 

“Yes! Let’s go!” Nayeon takes off, leaving Momo behind with you and Jihyo who is furrowing her brows at you again. She looks too cute when she’s frustrated.

Momo and you look at each other, having not spent a lot of time alone together, she’s not really sure where to start a conversation with you. 

“Uhm…do you want to go get a snack?” remembering that Momo was partial to foods and maybe you could find some common ground. 

“Oh, Absolutely!” heading to the food cart near the ride that they were on so you weren’t out of sight…you wanted to make sure she watched what was about to happen. 

Grabbing a churro and a large pretzel, you and momo found a bench to sit on. You talked about a few different things and found that you actually did have some common ground. Enjoying a lot of the same flavors of food broke the ice between the two of you. 

You asked about her and what her schedules were like, understanding a little more than most about how time consuming they could be because of your girlfriend who was looking over and scowling every few minutes. Unable to stifle the laugh when you see it, Momo looks at you in confusion. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Jihyo and I…we had a moment this morning before we came and picked you and Nayeon up. She’s been so clingy because she thinks I’m mad at her…and she keeps looking over here and making this face like she’s annoyed, I think she’s getting a little jealous because I’ve been cold with her a little today.” giggles lacing the explanation.

“Wait, why would she be jealous? I’m not going to hit on you…wait, not that you aren’t worthy of me hitting on you, but you’re obviously with Jihyo…not that I’m trying to hit on you or anything…not saying that I wouldn’t but it would be rude of me…to do that” stammering through the sentence and flustering herself, she turns bright red, unable to shield her embarrassment. 

“Relax, relax” you assure her.

“Listen, I’m actually trying to make her a little jealous…Would you be interested in helping me stoke the fire? You won’t have to do anything crazy.” asking for consent before carrying on with the plan you hatched. 

“...I don’t know, I mean she is my friend. What did you have in mind?” hesitant to agree, though she does have a small smile on her face. 

“Wait, I have to know…what did she do that made you mad?” now wanting the context of the situation. 

“Well, uhm, I don’t mind telling you but it’s definitely TMI.”  a warning before the tale.

“I live with Nayeon, there is no such thing as TMI. Especially because of the sounds that her and Jeongyeon make when she comes to stay the night…trust me, I’ll be okay. Spill!” chuckled back to you.

“Okay, so you know this morning when you called?” 

Momo nods her head. 

“Well we were in the middle of something and I was about to…you know…and she stopped and answered the phone…and never came back to finish what she started. But she sure did come back to make sure I stayed in that state and mindset” blinking a few times for emphasis. 

“Oh, she’s evil for that. Also, so sorry! I would never intentionally cock block you.” containing her laughter as best she could, she wasn’t trying to make you feel bad. 

“Okay, I’ll bite. I would be so mad if someone left me like that.” agreeing to your plan. 

Momo was very stunning and that was easy to admit. Her muscular arms were enough to cause a scene, beautiful face, charming voice and she cooks? She was quite the catch. Jihyo being aware of the way you view Momo made it almost too perfect.

Your hand travels up to her exposed bicep and rests there. Momo looks over at Jihyo, who is gawking at the two of you and typing furiously on her phone without even looking down. 

The table vibrates. 

Someone got a text message. 

Momo looks at you, waiting for you to reach for your phone to see if it was exactly what you both knew it was. 

“I want to see what happens if I just ignore it.” poking Jihyo even harder as you start tracing the outline of Momo’s shoulders and giving her the “fuck me” eyes. 

“Do you think she’s still looking?” Momo was afraid to look where her members were waiting. 

Phone pinging rapidly against the table, a slew of text messages barrage your phone. Making sure to roll your eyes just to add insult to injury before picking up your phone and seeing what your girlfriend had sent you. 

Baby<3: why are you that close to her?

Baby<3: what are you doing…

Baby<3: y/n…

Baby<3: why the fuck are you touching her like that?

Baby<3: Answer me.

Baby<3: Now. 

“Oh, she is definitely looking and she is definitely pissed.” giggling, putting your hand back on her arm, but her forearm this time. Swinging your head back to where Nayeon and Jihyo were in line, Nayeon is covering her mouth and trying not to laugh and Jihyo’s arms are crossed, staring daggers at the two of you.

“She looks pretty upset…are you sure you want to keep this up?” an apprehensive tone out of Momo as Jihyo and Nayeon step into the ride, getting seated, and fixing the safety equipment so it fits them the way it’s supposed to. 

Jihyo’s eyes never leave you. 

Winking at her and blowing her a kiss right before the ride launches off, you cackle when she’s out of sight. Momo isn’t really sure how to react to you seeing how mad Jihyo was. 

“So you want her angry…as revenge?”

“More jealous, but I’ll take angry too.”

“Won’t this…start a fight or something? Wouldn’t that be counterproductive?” questioning your motives. 

“You said there was no TMI right?” ready to spill the tea to her, knowing she would understand after you said it out loud. 

“Right.”

“She gets very…passionate…when she’s jealous…but she knows I would never cheat on her.” letting Momo in further to the game you were playing, the roller coaster still going, slingshotting over your head. 

Looking up at Jihyo as she passes over you, hand still on Momo when it happens and you can see the flash of rage on her face as she and Nayeon pass by. 

“This is literally so she will be…more aggressive…with you?” finally putting the pieces together.

Nodding your head with a devious smile, she can’t help but belly laugh at the plan you put together. 

“I know we are just getting to know each other now but I can see why you’re together. Especially if this is the response you have to what happened between you this morning. It’s like a game and I think we both know how competitive she is.” Nodding in agreement with herself. 

“Let’s just hope it goes the way I think it will. So far, she’s losing!” chuckling with Momo about the shared information. Even if your plan fell through, at least you were sure you had made a better friend out of Momo. 

Jihyo and Nayeon get off the ride, walking back over to you and the tension in Jihyo is palpable. She’s trying to mask it while Nayeon talks to her but when she approaches you, she sits between you and Momo on the bench, slamming her hand down on your thigh and squeezing as a reminder of her title. 

“Let’s head to the next one, the app says it’s only a 20 minute wait!” Nayeon sings loudly before standing and taking off. The three of you stand, Jihyo in silence, and you and Momo carry on the previous conversation you were having about food.

Jihyo grabs your hand vigorously, trying to get your attention. Even with the harsh display of affection, you made sure to stay present in the conversation with Momo, much to Jihyo’s dismay. 

Jihyo scoffs at you, throwing your hand that wasn’t holding hers down and walking, faster than both of you. 

Another few minutes and you were at the next ride, Jihyo and Nayeon get in line, you and Momo take a seat in view and continue on with your plan. Still talking about random topics, your hands tugging on the sleeves of the tank top she was wearing, and Jihyo burning holes into your skin and sending more angry text messages. 

Too bad your phone was on “Do not disturb”

“She’s really pissed, Y/n…maybe we should stop…” Momo is looking up at Jihyo, whose hands are now balled into fists, visibly clenched so tight that she probably shouldn’t even be going on this roller coaster. Nayeon is trying to get her attention, snapping her fingers in front of Jihyo’s face but it does nothing. 

“Maybe I’ll lay off a little. She does look a little more rage filled than expected…”  worried that you might have forced Jihyo past the point of return. 

The ride being quick and easy, Jihyo and Nayeon only being gone for a little over 25 minutes, you suggest something everyone would be up for. 

“There is that haunted house dark ride that’s kind of cheesy, we could do that one!” you reach for Jihyo’s hand as a peace offering, she’s quick to pull away and start walking towards the ride mentioned. 

Momo and you look at each other, Momo has a tight lipped smile, concerned at the scene that was silently unfolding around you. Nayeon has some cotton candy and is so focused on eating it that she doesn’t even realize what’s playing out before everyone.

Running to catch up to your girlfriend, you grab her hand before she can pull away. 

“Hey…hey” pulling her to a stop. She’s so mad she won’t even make eye contact with you, face holding a look of frustration that you’ve only seen in very heated situations that usually have nothing to do with you.

Wrapping your arms around her neck, her hands coming up to your waist like they usually did, showing you that she was, in fact, present for what you were about to say. 

“I was only trying to make you jealous…I just wanted you to be upset with me and take it out on me tonight is all…I’ll stop being a brat...Okay?” almost pleading with her to see that it was all a part of the game. . 

“I know what you wanted…But you don’t need to fucking hang all over Momo and throw a tantrum because you didn’t cum this morning.” tone heavy, almost spiteful.  

There’s a quiver between your legs, this is exactly what you wanted but this was not the time to tell her that.  

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll stop, okay? Just please- let’s enjoy the rest of the day. You deserve to have fun and not have to worry about something so silly. I love you. No one else.” 

Leaning in to hug her, she doesn’t pull away from you. Jihyo just lets you hold her, reciprocating the movement but the tension was still there. Hoping to ease the stress, you kiss her lips tenderly. 

She smiles at you devotedly, squeezes your hand a little and guides you into the line of the ride. 

Jihyo has this air about her now, standing behind you with her hand never leaving the small of your back. She’s almost defensive posture the entire wait for the ride, though it’s not an aggressive stance, but the vibe of it is “this is mine.” 

“Alright, two people in a buggy, please!” the worker at the front of the line shouts over the crowds of people. 

Momo and Nayeon get seated in the one in front of you, the line of hooded seats moves up and stops. Climbing in from the left side and shuffling a step to the end, Jihyo gets in after you. She’s oddly stoic, inexpressive about everything. Usually she was so excited for this ride.  

Placing a hand on Jihyo’s forearm, you see her eyes follow your movements, carefully watching you. Taking your hand down into hers, lifting it over her shoulders, and placing your arm around her. Scooting closer to you, her head resting on your shoulder and linking your fingers together. 

This is peculiar to you. She was just borderline seething, then she was too calm, and now she’s cuddling you? Something’s not right…

The covered spheres you sat in started shifting once more, gradually making their way down the track. The lights dim as you make your way down the tunnel, leisurely launching into the water as the ride begins. 

The score for the ride starts to play through the hidden speakers, you feel a finger tracing the hem of your shorts on your upper thighs, getting closer and closer to where your legs meet every time they make a pass. 

“You know,” snapping you out of the trance the feather light touches put you in.

“I really don’t appreciate the attention you’ve been giving Momo today…” not even bothering to look up at you, just continuing to trail her fingers.

“And I don’t like that you ignored my texts and didn’t stop after seeing them…even if it was just to get my attention” Her fingers walk up to the waistband of your shorts and pause for only a moment.

“That being said,” unbuttoning your shorts before you can protest.

“Jihyo, we are in public! What are you doing?!” through clenched teeth, trying to push her hand away from where it threatened to touch. 

“I thought this was what you wanted, hm? To be punished? Isn’t this one of your fantasies? Isn’t this why you wanted me jealous in the first place? ” seductively into your ear, before she starts kissing and biting your neck. 

Muffling a groan that erupted as soon as her teeth sunk into your skin, you turned your head to kiss her but she grabbed your face roughly. Fingers on one cheek, thumb on the other, and palm on your chin, she forces your head forward and holds it in place. 

“Oh, no, no, baby. You don’t get to kiss me right now. You need to focus on keeping your mouth shut.” Condescendingly spat as she begins sliding her hand down your underwear and cupping your pussy. 

“Rock your hips. Now.” pushing her middle finger between your lips, the contact on your clit makes you jolt, and puts you right back at being a needy mess like you were this morning.  

“Go ahead, baby. Grind into my finger. I can feel how desperate you are…be a good slut and do as I say.” Lowly growling to let you know she wasn’t kidding and removing her hand from your face. 

Gasping at her tone and positioning yourself in a way that would feel the best given the situation, you bucked your hips up against her fingers harshly. She’s not even looking at you as you pathetically hump her hand, trying to keep your breathing even, small whines leave your lips and you pick up the pace. 

“Stop. I fucking told you to keep quiet. Now you’ll suffer.” the words echo in your brain, you halt immediately but almost cry at the loss of sensation. 

The ride is still spinning and moving through scenes and stages but with the way you're sitting, no one can tell where her hand is. 

“Jihyo…” a soft plea for her to make some form of movement on you. 

“I’ll do what I please with what is mine.” holding her hand in the same position, it’s completely drenched from your cunt and you just need to feel something. Completely frustrated at the way she was messing with you.

“Fine! Then, if you're going to do what you want then, so will I!” stuttering your hips again, using her hand in a nearly frantic manner. 

Jihyo just laughs at the act, removing her hand from your shorts and pushing you back down into your spot on the bench. She’s watching you closely, the primal need in your eyes, how you couldn’t find a comfortable seat. 

You have finally reached your breaking point. 

“UGH! Stop toying with me! I just need to c- cum! I’ll do anything, baby. Just fuck me already!” 

A villainous laugh reverberates through her chest, a devilish grin, and a hand wraps around your neck, squeezing the sides, and pulling you in for a heated kiss. 

Tongues dance amongst each other, eager in her movements and very much in control. Her hand makes its way to your cunt again and she pushes a single finger inside of you, it’s enough to incite a gasp from your lips. 

Unable to control yourself, you start thrusting your hips again. She pulls her finger out of you, instantly. 

“I didn’t tell you to fucking move.” taking her hand off your throat, about to remove her other hand from your shorts but you grab her forearm, grinding against her hand again.

“Please, baby…I need you. I fucking need you!” getting so close to her face that you can feel her breath on your skin.

She’s trying to keep calm but the fire behind her eyes was telling you she was anything but. 

Was she actually in control here? 

Only one way to know for sure. 

“Mommy…please, I need you inside me. Fucking, please!” A sense of urgency in your voice and the way you grasp at her shoulders has her about to pounce when all of a sudden, the ride comes to an unexpected stop, both of you now frozen, worried you’d been seen. 

“Hello! We are experiencing technical difficulties. Please keep your arms and legs inside of the attraction vehicles and we will have the ride up and running in no time!” crackles over the intercom. 

Faces inches apart, Jihyo’s jaw tensing as she looks out to see that the buggy you were in was facing a wall, no one could see into it. A lucky coincidence. 

Making eye contact with her, you remove her hand from your shorts. The confusion on her face shines through the darkness. You hook your thumbs in your shorts and slide them off completely. 

Jihyo’s eyes widened in shock, not expecting you to remove half your clothes on an amusement park ride.The look turns to hunger in a half second and you recognize the shift in her. She was about to devour you. 

“That’s how bad you want it, huh? Willing to get half naked  in public, just to feel me?” Lifting your legs, she rotates your hips towards her, pulling your calves hostilely so you lay down in the seat that was roomy for 2 people. 

She pushes your thighs against your chest and stares down at your drenched cunt.

Licking the padding of 3 of her fingers, she slaps your pussy with an audible smack, not worried about how sensitive you were in the slightest. 

“Think you can flirt with Momo all fucking day, and then I’m just going to fuck you?” Venomously hissed through the sounds of people chattering around you. They were waiting for the ride to start again, you were hoping it would be a while. 

“What is it about her, hm?” Another smack. 

“Do you think she could make you this wet?” This smack harder than all the other ones, but you knew she could do better. 

“Who do you think made me this wet in the first place?” with a tenseness that matched the state of your yearning. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” She slams her full palm right on your cunt, you jolt and let out a silent cry as your entire body starts to tingle from the antagonistic slaps of Jihyo. 

“Can you cum like this? Should you even cum at all?” splattering your soaked cunt’s fluids all over her own legs and hand. 

Without warning, she slams two fingers into you. It takes everything you have to not let out a sound. Gripping anything you could, you tried to say quiet, the hardest task assigned because all you wanted to do was cry. 

“Mommy! Slow down, oh fuck, I’m gon- ungh -na cum!”  

“I don’t fucking care. Be a good little whore and shut the fuck up.” lowering her head, teasing you with the tip of her tongue. 

Relentlessly fucking into you, it takes all the control you were quickly losing to keep your moans in, not that the other sounds emanating from you were any quieter.

Feeling yourself making a mess, you decide to take a little control from her. Running your fingers through her hair, gripping her locks and mercilessly rocking onto her tongue at a steady speed.   

“Fuck, fuck, fuck- Hyo, I’m gonna fucking cum!” 

She shoves another finger into your entrance unexpectedly, causing you to cry out- pulsing around her fingers and finally gaining the release you've been chasing all day. Thighs tighten around her head, holding her in place while you ride your orgasm out but her fingers don’t stop thrusting. 

“Baby, what -mmmhhhh fuck, oh my fucking god!” 

“The whimpering whining whore wanted to cum so badly, right? So fucking cum.” Slapping your clit over and over again. You can’t help but get loud for her, velvet laced grunts and adrenaline filled moans flee from your lungs in a race to fill the air. 

“Shhh! Keep it down or I’ll stop and leave you like this again!” stiffly whispered to you when she got up onto her knees to lean over you. 

“Wouldn’t that be so sad? Let me help you.” Shoving her fingers covered in your own slick into your mouth to keep you quiet and placing the palm of the other right on your clit, fingers curling up into you so hard that you can’t even govern your own body. 

Vision starts to fade, the sensations are almost too much for you to bear. Muscles tensing throughout you as you dissolve into your own pleasure. Explosions and shockwaves ripple through the fibers of your being, leaving trails of electricity across your skin. 

Jerking and contorting under her, you can’t make much sound with her fingers halfway down your throat but the taste of your own cum from her finger adds to your state of bliss. You’re sure to suck every bit of yourself off her before she lazily pulls them from your mouth.

She’s got a smirk on her face like she just won a war when she watches you do it, unable to contain the victory smile she was prepared with. 

You are completely fucked out, leaking onto the seat, huffing and just trying to catch your breath. Putting your hand on her cheek before she makes her descent.  

“Was that what you wanted?” Jihyo questions, cleaning you with her tongue. Twitching out of sensitivity under her touch, completely swollen and unsure if you’ll even be able to sit properly for the rest of the day.  

All you can do is nod your head, too weak to even think about speaking. She helps you put your shorts back on and sits you up right before letting you lean into her until you regain some of your energy. 

The ride starts moving again, people start cheering as you make your way through the rest of the tunnel, not even remembering what attraction you were on in the first place. She’s pointing out the things she thinks would spark your interest indicating that she was no longer frustrated with you, at least to the same extent as before. 

Momo and Nayeon get off the ride first, waiting for the two of you at the exit when your buggy pulls up. Jihyo steps over you to get out first so she can help you stand, grateful for this because of how unsteady your legs were. 

Her hand around your waist as you walk out into the sun, happily feeling the warmth of the day. Jihyo points out a table with benches attached, walking everyone over to have a seat and discuss further plans. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” Momo asks, noticing your energy change. 

“Yes. Just a little tired.” winking at her. 

“…wait…is that what I heard?…you didn’t…” 

Jihyo butts in, suggesting to head over to an ice cream shop around the corner and everyone agrees. Momo and Nayeon are distracted with each other when you lean in and kiss Jihyo on the cheek. 

“Thank you, baby” 

“Don’t thank me just yet, I still have plans for you once we get home.”

[mechaknight-98]

No Tomorrow (NSFW) FT Jihyo Park

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Operator’s notes: Please not while there is a lot of plot and fluff in this story there is an insane amount of smut. Also my current longest posted fic so enjoy more Jihyo.

The lights dimmed, and the crowd's roar filled the arena, a wave of energy that sent shivers down Jihyo's spine. As the music started, her body moved effortlessly, each step, each note, perfectly synchronized with her group. But this time, something was different. There was a fire burning within her, a drive that pushed her to give more than she ever had before.

Voljune's presence was strong, their memories and emotions intertwining with hers, fueling her performance. With each beat, Jihyo felt Voljune's pride and determination course through her veins. She wasn’t just performing; she was leading, and guiding her group with a newfound strength that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the music.

As the chorus hit, Jihyo glanced out into the crowd, her eyes scanning the sea of faces. And then, she saw him. Dio, standing near the front, his smile radiant as he danced along with the music. His presence was a beacon, a source of light that filled her with warmth.

*“Look at him,”* Voljune’s voice echoed in her mind, soft and admiring. *“He’s so happy, so free. We need to protect that, Jihyo.”*

*“We will,”* Jihyo replied internally, her heart swelling with emotion. *“No matter what it takes, we’ll keep him safe. He deserves this happiness, and we’ll ensure he keeps it.”*

The thought of Dio, his laughter, and his joy, gave Jihyo a renewed sense of purpose. She could feel Voljune’s memories of survival, of pushing through impossible odds, blending with her own desire to succeed. It wasn’t just about being the best; it was about being the best for them—for Dio, for Twice, for everyone who believed in her.

With a final burst of energy, Jihyo led the group into the climax of the performance, her voice soaring, her movements more powerful than ever. The crowd responded, their cheers vibrating through the stage, a tangible confirmation of the connection she had forged with them.

As the final note lingered in the air, Jihyo stood tall, her chest heaving with exertion, but her heart full. She glanced at Dio one last time, and his beaming smile was all the reward she needed.

*“We’re stronger together,”* Voljune whispered, the warmth of their shared bond enveloping Jihyo.

*“And we’ll keep getting stronger,”* Jihyo thought back, determination burning brightly within her. *“For him, for us, for everything we’re fighting for.”*

After the performance and a few celebratory drinks with the other members, Jihyo headed home, her body buzzing with the high of the night. The energy from the stage, the cheers of the crowd, and the warmth of her group’s love still swirled in her chest as she entered the code for their small place.

As the door clicked open, a wave of something unexpected surged through her—desire, anticipation. Voljune stirred within her, not just an idle whisper in the back of her mind but a powerful presence, closer than usual. Jihyo paused at the doorway, her hand gripping the handle as an unspoken sensation coursed between them.

Voljune’s voice broke through, her tone unsteady, *“I... I’m feeling something strange. Your hormones, Jihyo... they’re spiking.”*

Jihyo blinked, slightly amused by the reaction. *“What do you mean?”*

*“You’re about to start ovulating,”* Voljune responded, her voice husky, edged with something unfamiliar. *“I’ve never felt anything like this before... this intensity. I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself around Dio.”*

Jihyo chuckled softly, her hand relaxing on the door. *“Oh, I think he won’t mind. You know how he is.”* The thought of Dio brought warmth to her chest, a feeling of safety and love that grounded her. She pushed the door open fully and stepped inside, quieting her footsteps as she walked down the hallway to their shared bedroom.

The soft glow from the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle silver hue across the room. Dio lay peacefully asleep, his broad frame sprawled comfortably across the bed. His breathing was slow, rhythmic, and calming, and Jihyo’s heart swelled at the sight of him. For a moment, she just stood there, watching him. His presence felt like home—a grounding force amidst the chaos of her life.

*“He looks so at peace,”* Voljune murmured, her voice softer now, full of wonder. *“You’re right... he shouldn’t be alive, after everything. But... I’m happy he is.”*

Jihyo smiled, her heart warming at Voljune’s admission. *“Me too,”* she whispered.

She quietly set down her things and tiptoed to the bathroom, slipping into the shower. The warm water cascaded over her, easing the lingering tension in her muscles from the performance. As the steam enveloped her, she reflected on the conversation with Voljune. She could feel how Voljune’s emotions were intertwined with hers more deeply now—the shared pulse of excitement, desire, even curiosity. Voljune had never experienced these human urges in such a raw, immediate way. It was as if their bond was evolving, becoming something more intricate, more unified.

Jihyo stepped out of the shower, dried herself off, and slipped into something comfortable. Quietly, she padded back into the bedroom, the soft shuffle of her feet barely disturbing the stillness.

Sliding into bed beside Dio, she felt the familiar warmth of his body against hers. The moment she pressed herself against his back, a deep contentment settled over her. She spooned him gently, her arm draping over his waist, her fingers resting against his chest. Dio stirred slightly in his sleep, his hand unconsciously moving to rest atop hers. Even in his dreams, he sought her out.

*“You know,”* Jihyo whispered internally to Voljune, *“I’ve thought about this a lot. About how he defies everything we know. He’s stronger than he should be. He’s survived things no one else could.”*

Voljune hummed in agreement, their shared thoughts rippling between them like waves. *“It’s more than that though, isn’t it? There’s something about him. Something... beyond us, beyond even my kind.”*

Jihyo’s fingers tightened slightly on Dio’s chest, her mind drifting as she buried her face into the curve of his back. *“Whatever it is, I’m just glad he’s here. Alive. With us.”*

*“So am I,”* Voljune replied softly, her tone full of conviction. *“We’ll protect him, Jihyo. No matter what.”*

As Jihyo’s body relaxed against Dio’s, she felt the subtle, quiet connection between the three of them—herself, Dio, and Voljune—all bound together by something stronger than mere survival. It was love, in its most primal, most protective form.

And in that moment, as she drifted closer to sleep, Jihyo knew that no matter the challenges ahead, they were stronger together. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for the man peacefully resting beside her—and nothing Voljune wouldn’t do either.

As she embraced him she felt a bizarre texture on his chest. She traced the pattern and a memory flashed into her mind:

As Jihyo’s fingers traced the bizarre pattern on Diabolos’s chest, a sudden wave of foreign memories crashed through her mind, sharp and vivid. She felt Voljune stirring, pulling her consciousness back, and before she could react, the world around her shifted.

The scent of iron and blood filled the air. The echo of ragged breathing and distant screams rang in her ears.

It wasn’t her memory—this was Voljune’s.

Jihyo blinked, disoriented, but the scene before her was all too real. She was no longer in the comfort of her shared bedroom with Dio. Instead, she stood in a cold, dimly lit room—a sterile, metallic chamber that hummed with faint energy, like a place where no warmth could survive.

Diabolos stood at the center, his body hunched over in agony. His skin was pale, and slick with sweat, and his breath came in uneven gasps. His chest, once powerful and broad, was heaving as though something was trying to tear its way out from within. His eyes, normally so full of life, were wide and wild, as though he were trapped inside his own body, fighting against an invisible force.

Voljune, or at least a younger version of her, stood helplessly at the edge of the room, bound by the laws of her kind. She could only watch as her sibling, Ruhan, ripped through Dio’s flesh in a grotesque display of parasitic horror.

Jihyo, feeling every bit of Voljune’s fear and disgust, was frozen in the memory. Her mind screamed, No, not him!

Diabolos’s body convulsed violently, his muscles spasming as the skin on his chest bulged unnaturally. With a sickening crack, something inside him shifted—something dark, monstrous. And then it happened. His chest split open with a wet, gruesome tear, blood splattering the floor as Ruhan, Voljune’s sibling, began to force their way out. He sensed the power of the chained Narset nearby and craved it so he did what he always did he found a new host.

Ruhan wasn’t a being of grace like Voljune. They were savage, and feral, driven by the need to bond with something more powerful, something that could feed their endless hunger for strength. Narset had called to them—promised them dominance, power beyond imagination—and Ruhan had answered.

As Ruhan’s form writhed free of Diabolos’s body, they were like a mass of sinew and tendrils, a horrifying amalgamation of parasitic flesh. Dio’s screams of pain echoed through the chamber, reverberating off the cold metal walls. The sound was pure agony, a sound that could tear through even the most hardened hearts. Narset watched the fire rage inside of her pupil's eyes as he fought to stay alive.

Voljune, still bound by the laws of their kind, watched in horror as her sibling abandoned the man she had grown so attached to. She had known this moment would come—had felt the tension building for weeks as Narset’s presence grew stronger—but she hadn’t been ready for the sheer violence of it. Ruhan had used Dio, fed on him, and then discarded him like a broken vessel.

Narset stood at the far side of the room, her eyes gleaming with twisted terror as Ruhan slithered to her Chained body. She tried to run away and hoped that she could do anything but Ruhan was moving closer.

“No!” Voljune screamed within Jihyo’s mind. “Dio... don’t let them... please... fight it...” But even as she begged, she knew it was futile. The Severing was nearly complete. The process was supposed to kill the host, leaving nothing behind but an empty shell.

But Diabolos—he wasn’t like anyone else. Even in his weakest moments, his will was indomitable.

Ruhan fully detached from Diabolos, their grotesque form slithering toward Narset. The room was silent for a moment, save for Diabolos’s labored breathing and the gagging of Narset as Ruhan forced himself into Narset. Dio's chest was a ruin of blood and torn flesh, but he was still alive. He shouldn’t have been, but there he stood, his body trembling as he fought to stay conscious.

And then, with a strength that shouldn’t have been possible, Diabolos pushed himself up from his knees, his hand gripping his chest where Ruhan had torn free. His eyes blazed with fury, cutting through the haze of pain. His entire body radiated with an unnatural force, something deeper than physical power—born of his sheer will to survive.

He staggered forward, toward Narset and Ruhan, his lips curled into a snarl.

“I’m not done yet,” Diabolos growled, his voice hoarse but filled with venom.

Narset turned, now fully merged as one surprised to see him still standing. For a moment, even she faltered. She had underestimated him—underestimated the force of his spirit. But before Diabolos could make another move, his body collapsed, his strength finally giving out.

Voljune rushed forward, her own form stretching toward him, desperate to stop the bleeding, desperate to help him survive. But Narset’s laugh echoed through the chamber, cold and mocking. “You see, Voljune? He’s already lost. He’s nothing without me.”

Voljune couldn’t respond, couldn’t even speak. She could only focus on Diabolos, on keeping him alive. She pressed her essence into him, trying to heal the worst of the damage, trying to save what little was left of the man she had grown to care for.

As the memory began to fade, Jihyo was pulled back into the present, the familiar warmth of her bedroom returning. She found herself lying beside Dio once more, her hand still resting gently on his chest where the faint scars of the Severing remained. The horror of the memory lingered in her mind, but so did one undeniable truth:

He had survived, and that was enough for now as she snuggled closer to him, and found comfort in his warmth.

The next morning Dio got up early and went over his website to manage any of the recent orders then sent the confirmation and payment to his embroiderer so the clothes could be ready to ship. After that, he decided to make breakfast for Jihyo. Jihyo and Voljune woke up a little later to the smell of cooked meat and a few other sweet-smelling scents, but they couldn’t process that as Jihyo’s body was deep in the throes of desire and lust. She got with a ravenous hunger that food couldn’t fill. She needed dick. Luckily for her, her favorite one was just outside.

She stripped down to her bra and panties before walking outside where she watched Dio with rapacious eyes. Dio was so caught up in cooking though that he didn’t notice the gaze of a hungry lioness watching him. He didn’t notice her inching closer as he finished until she pounced on him when he had finished the dishes.

He was startled when Jihyo grabbed his shoulders before turning him around and violently kissing him. She smelled good to him almost irresistibly so. This was in part due to Voljune knowing Dio and what made his heart race, and making Jihyo’s pheromones mimic it.

“God you smell so good,” Dio said as his head swam with lust. Jihyo smiled as his eyes lost focus. She rubbed her thighs together in anticipation, before grabbing him and bringing him into another sloppy kiss. Voljune couldn’t hold back anymore as she dialed up her and Jihyo’s sensitivity to as high as it could go. When she broke this kiss and stared at Dio he didn’t see Jihyo or even Voljune he saw his woman radiating sex as she beckoned him back to their bedroom. Jihyo smiled before locking the door.

“You’re not leaving this room until you can’t get it up.” She said before finding his box of condoms and throwing them out of the room. Dio gulped terrified and turned on. His dick painfully erect peeked through his pants. Jihyo smiled as she closed the distance while taking her bra off. When she climbed on the bed the only thing on both of her minds was draining Dio dry.

“Are you ready?” Jihyo said in an almost lullaby tone which reached the dazed Dio. He nodded slowly making Jihyo smile as she pulled down his sweatpants freeing his cock. Jihyo began to lick the underside of his shaft going from base to tip. Slowly she would trace his cock’s silhouette with her tongue and he’d watch the excruciating torture tear his brain apart and mend it barely back with the pleasure she granted.

“Fuck Jihyo just ride me I can’t take it anymore!” Dio growled as his erection became painful from her work. Jihyo smiled accepting his readiness. She crawled to his face and looked into his eyes. All she could see was a deep lust that mirrored how she felt. She smiled and said,

“Oh, you really want me. You must love me,” she said happily. Dio eyes rolled back as she aligned him with her pussy and slowly sank down. When their hips became flush Jihyo moaned in ecstasy. “Fuck!!! you fill me so well,” Jihyo screamed before slowly bucking her hips trying to adjust how her walls cling to Dio’s cock and she can barely contain the pleasure radiating off of her. It was too much and after three bounces she was cumming all over Dio’s cock, but lucky for her Voljune had her back and her body was ready to go in seconds.

“Okay Dio Fuck me,” Jihyo said and Dio began thrusting into her. His hands rested on her sexy hips and abs as he thrust in and out of her. Jihyo was a sodden wailing mess, as she fell deeper and deeper into the ocean of pleasure Dio and Voljune were giving her. Voljune was also delirious from it all as she felt all of what Jihyo felt. Dio in a weak attempt at revenge reciprocated the same slow tortuous pace Jihyo had subjected him to as she could barely keep it together while he pounded her deep.

“Fuck you’re hitting my G-spot,” Jihyo moaned as she came again. She looked down and pulled Dio to be on top of her, as she wrapped his legs around him.

“Fuck me, please!” Jihyo begged Diabolos.

“Please fucking cum in me,” Jihyo says as her pussy contacts tighter massaging a potent large load out of him. Jihyo is heaving trying to catch her breath but Voljune takes over and for the first time truly feels Jihyo's body as her she wraps her hands around her chest and slowly drifts to her clit.

“Fuck this body is so lewd,” she says

“These swollen plump breasts. This firm soft ass. Fuck this sopping sodden mess between my legs.” Voljune moans. Her words force another erection in Dio and Voljune loses it.

“God yes. Fuck make us serve no other purpose than to be your semen repository. Drown my pussy in your cum. Voljune watches with lusty glee as Dio plows into her. She watches the way her breasts jiggle and reaches out to suck on the left one while Dio continues plowing her pretty pussy. Voljune convulses as another orgasm takes her body. Unable to go any further she tries to convince herself that she can milk another orgasm out of Dio but her body is too tired to and heaving for breath. She smiles along with Jihyo at Dio who’s still hard staring at her magnificent body. Just as she tries to mount another round Jihyo’s phone goes off. Jihyo groaned softly as she looked at her phone, the familiar name lighting up the screen: Dahyun. She glanced over at Diabolos, his presence still filling the room with the lingering intensity of their earlier moment. His body, all burly and imposing, was still poised, but there was something different now. His sharp, almost predatory gaze from earlier had softened considerably. He was smiling at her, but this time, it wasn’t the fierce, consuming look that had sent heat coursing through her veins. Instead, there was a boyish sweetness to his expression—a gentle, almost shy joy that seemed to settle into the lines of his face.

"Hey, Dubu," Jihyo answered, still catching her breath from the earlier tension, "what's going on?"

Dahyun’s bright voice came through the speaker, full of energy as always. "Hey, unnie! DJ, Chewy, and I are going to that restaurant we were talking about—you want to join with Dio?"

Jihyo ran her hand through her hair, eyes drifting back to Diabolos. He was still watching her with that same tempered smile, the type of smile that made her heart squeeze in a completely different way than his fiery, more possessive looks did. It was warm, and content. His energy now was far from the imposing presence he so often carried. He seemed soft, relaxed—almost childlike in his joy like he was perfectly at peace just being here with her.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, her gaze lingering on the scar that was etched across his chest. It was a stark reminder of the battles he had fought—both the physical ones and the internal wars she could only imagine. And yet, here he was, his fierce nature temporarily melted into something far more innocent, far more gentle.

“We have unfinished business with him,” Voljune’s voice purred in the back of her mind, her presence filled with immense desire. Jihyo could feel the yearning, the deep pull Voljune had towards Diabolos. It mirrored her own, but there was something more primal in Voljune’s desires, something raw that echoed through their shared bond. Jihyo nodded internally, fully aware of what both she and Voljune wanted to resume. But she was also acutely aware that they hadn’t hung out with their members in what felt like forever.

I want this too, Jihyo thought to herself, her eyes flicking back to Diabolos, who was now stretching lazily, his muscles flexing in a way that made her breath catch again. But there was something equally important in reconnecting with her friends. The love she had for her members was a different kind, but no less essential.

"Sure, we'll be there," Jihyo said happily into the phone, and even though Voljune grumbled internally, there was a sense of agreement. There would be time later for their unfinished business.

Diabolos’s inquisitive gaze followed the shift in her mood. His expression was curious as if sensing the subtle tug-of-war happening within her. "What is it, Yo-yo?" he asked, his voice soft and affectionate, using the nickname that always made her smile.

Jihyo’s heart fluttered at his gentle tone. "Well, Chewy, DJ, and Dubu are going to that K-BBQ restaurant we’ve been talking about," she explained, watching his reaction closely.

His face lit up instantly, a look of pure joy and excitement spreading across his features. The fierceness that was always just beneath the surface melted away completely, replaced by an almost childlike enthusiasm. It was such a stark contrast from the Diabolos she had first met—the one who had been all sharp edges and unrelenting intensity. Now, he was like a kid hearing his favorite friends were coming over to play.

“Oh really?” he said, his tone full of that soft, appreciative joy that always made Jihyo’s heart swell. Voljune stirred within her, the feeling of their connection rippling with warmth as they both observed Diabolos’s shift. His excitement wasn’t just for the food—it was the idea of being with people he cared about, being part of something light and easy.

He is so innocent sometimes, Voljune remarked with gentle affection, her usual hunger tempered by a kind of adoration Jihyo hadn’t felt from her before. It was as if the two of them—Jihyo and Voljune—were seeing a side of Diabolos that softened their edges, made them feel as if they, too, were capable of loving in this childlike, almost pure way.

Jihyo giggled softly, both she and Voljune feeling a surge of playful fondness. "Well, we are. They invited us, so let's get clean and get ready."

Diabolos grinned at her, his joy radiating through the room, and without hesitation, he got up to head for the shower. But before he could disappear into the bathroom, Jihyo reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him back gently. There was a flicker of something deeper in her eyes now, a smoldering heat that hadn’t fully disappeared despite the shift in mood. She knew that even in these tender, innocent moments, there was always something stronger, more primal beneath the surface between them.

Her gaze locked with his, and she smiled, her voice dropping to a lower, more seductive tone. “We will continue this later,” she promised, her words laced with an unmistakable intensity. Voljune echoed her, their voices harmonizing in unison within her mind, both filled with the same burning desire.

Diabolos’s eyes darkened briefly, a flicker of that familiar fire returning, but he only smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead softly. “I’m holding you to that,” he murmured before slipping away into the bathroom.

Jihyo watched him go, her thoughts still buzzing with the silent conversation she shared with Voljune. The two of them were so aligned in this moment, both feeling the same deep love for the man who had somehow become their everything. Even in the playful, childlike joy that Diabolos exuded, there was a part of them that wanted to protect him fiercely, to hold onto this tenderness they shared and keep it safe from the darkness that often threatened to consume them all.

As the sound of the shower started, Jihyo smiled to herself, knowing that tonight, they would laugh, eat, and share joy with their friends—but later, there would be time for more. Time to continue what had been so deliciously interrupted.

Jihyo stood in front of the mirror, fixing her hair as she heard the soft hum of the shower water in the next room. Her reflection caught the warmth in her eyes, the lingering blush that hadn't quite left her cheeks after her earlier exchange with Diabolos. The excitement of seeing her members—her other family—combined with the quiet thrill of being with Diabolos like this made her feel a warmth deep in her chest.

“He has softened, hasn’t he?” Voljune mused, her voice cutting through Jihyo’s thoughts. “He was once all fire and intensity. But now... look at him. He’s so content with just being here with us, with you.”

Jihyo smiled, nodding as she dabbed a bit of perfume on her wrist. “I’ve noticed,” she replied internally. “It’s like he’s a different person when we’re alone like this. There’s still all that strength, all that power, but it’s so... gentle now.”

“And he’s so in love with you,” Voljune said with a soft chuckle. “It’s adorable. That energy of his used to be so imposing, so aggressive. Now? He just radiates joy when he’s with you, almost like a little kid.”

Jihyo laughed aloud as she glanced back at the closed bathroom door. “Yeah, it’s kind of cute how he lights up around our friends, too. I think it reminds him of something simpler, something more innocent.” She leaned against the dresser, arms folded, thinking about how Diabolos had changed since they’d started dating. It was as if being around her, and by extension, her members had chipped away at some of the harshnesses he’d built up over the years.

The water stopped, and a few moments later, Diabolos emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp, beads of water clinging to his broad shoulders. He was wrapped in a towel, steam trailing behind him as he entered the room. His eyes found Jihyo immediately, softening with that boyish joy she had come to love.

“You look beautiful, Yo-yo,” he said, his voice deep and affectionate.

Jihyo blushed, smiling at him through the mirror. “Thank you. You should get dressed—we don’t want to be late.”

Diabolos laughed lightly, his smile widening. “Right, don’t want to keep the crew waiting.”

As he got dressed, Jihyo watched him out of the corner of her eye. There was something about how easily he moved now, how comfortable he seemed in his skin. It was a stark contrast to the rigid, almost guarded way he had carried himself when they first met. Now, his presence was still powerful but tempered with a softness that matched her energy. She could feel it, the way their energies intertwined so seamlessly now.

“He’s more like us than I ever thought,” Voljune remarked. “That playful love of life, how he cares so deeply for the people around him. It’s different from his old intensity, but it suits him.”

Jihyo nodded, internally agreeing with Voljune’s sentiment. Diabolos had always been strong, and intense, but it was this new side of him—this softer, more open version—that made her fall in love with him even more.

Finally ready, the two of them left the apartment and began their walk to the restaurant. The streets were buzzing with the usual evening energy, the soft hum of cars, and the chatter of people filling the air. Jihyo reached for Diabolos’ hand instinctively, lacing her fingers through his. His hand, though much larger and rougher than hers, fit perfectly, the warmth between them so natural.

As they walked, the conversation flowed easily.

“Do you think Chewy will challenge the chef tonight?” Jihyo asked with a laugh, thinking back to their last dinner where Tzuyu had, with her signature deadpan expression, offered her cooking suggestions to the head chef.

Diabolos chuckled. “I wouldn’t put it past her. She’s got that quiet confidence. It’s like she knows she’s the best at whatever she sets her mind to.”

Jihyo giggled, nodding. “You’re right. But Dahyun’s going to egg her on, for sure. You know how she is—always stirring up trouble just to see Chewy get flustered.”

Voljune interjected, her tone light and amused. “Dahyun’s mischief is delightful. I think she secretly loves how riled up she can make Tzuyu. They’re such a fun pair to watch.”

Jihyo agreed, smiling as she squeezed Diabolos’ hand a little tighter. “I’m so glad we get to see them tonight. It feels like it’s been forever.”

Diabolos glanced down at her, his eyes full of warmth. “Yeah, it’s been too long. I’ve missed hanging out with them too.” He paused for a moment, then added softly, “I like how they make you laugh. You always seem so light and carefree around them.”

Jihyo’s heart swelled at his words. “They do, don’t they? I think it’s because we’ve all been through so much together. They know me better than almost anyone else.”

Voljune hummed in agreement. “They ground you, in a way. It’s good for both of us—being around them. And it’s good for Diabolos, too. They bring out this pure joy in him, something that we both cherish.”

As they walked, the conversation shifted to lighter topics, reminiscing about past moments with the members, and laughing at shared memories. Jihyo and Voljune, internally, marveled at how Diabolos was so effortlessly in sync with them, how his softer side blended perfectly with Jihyo’s energy. Even as they joked and teased, there was an unspoken flirty dialogue weaving between the three of them—a shared connection that needed no words.

Diabolos caught her looking at him and raised an eyebrow. “What is it, Yo-yo?”

Jihyo just smiled, shaking her head slightly. “Nothing. Just... happy.”

He grinned, squeezing her hand. “Me too.”

They continued walking in comfortable silence, enjoying the cool evening air and each other’s company. As they neared the restaurant, the neon sign glowing in the distance, Jihyo felt a deep sense of peace wash over her. She had her members, her friends, and this man—this man who had become her everything.

Voljune’s presence buzzed warmly within her, echoing her thoughts. “We’re in a good place. I like where we are, Yo-yo.”

Jihyo smiled internally, feeling Voljune’s contentment mix with her own. “Yeah, we are.”

Jihyo stood in front of the mirror, fixing her hair as she heard the soft hum of the shower water in the next room. Her reflection caught the warmth in her eyes, the lingering blush that hadn't quite left her cheeks after her earlier exchange with Diabolos. The excitement of seeing her members—her other family—combined with the quiet thrill of being with Diabolos like this made her feel a warmth deep in her chest.

“He has softened, hasn’t he?” Voljune mused, her voice cutting through Jihyo’s thoughts. “He was once all fire and intensity. But now... look at him. He’s so content with just being here with us, with you.”

Jihyo smiled, nodding as she dabbed a bit of perfume on her wrist. “I’ve noticed,” she replied internally. “It’s like he’s a different person when we’re alone like this. There’s still all that strength, all that power, but it’s so... gentle now.”

“And he’s so in love with you,” Voljune said with a soft chuckle. “It’s adorable. That energy of his used to be so imposing, so aggressive. Now? He just radiates joy when he’s with you, almost like a little kid.”

Jihyo laughed aloud as she glanced back at the closed bathroom door. “Yeah, it’s kind of cute how he lights up around our friends, too. I think it reminds him of something simpler, something more innocent.” She leaned against the dresser, arms folded, thinking about how Diabolos had changed since they’d started dating. It was as if being around her, and by extension, her members had chipped away at some of the harshnesses he’d built up over the years.

The water stopped, and a few moments later, Diabolos emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp, beads of water clinging to his broad shoulders. He was wrapped in a towel, steam trailing behind him as he entered the room. His eyes found Jihyo immediately, softening with that boyish joy she had come to love.

“You look beautiful, Yo-yo,” he said, his voice deep and affectionate.

Jihyo blushed, smiling at him through the mirror. “Thank you. You should get dressed—we don’t want to be late.”

Diabolos laughed lightly, his smile widening. “Right, don’t want to keep the crew waiting.”

As he got dressed, Jihyo watched him out of the corner of her eye. There was something about how easily he moved now, how comfortable he seemed in his own skin. It was a stark contrast to the rigid, almost guarded way he had carried himself when they first met. Now, his presence was still powerful but tempered with a softness that matched her own energy. She could feel it, the way their energies intertwined so seamlessly now.

“He’s more like us than I ever thought,” Voljune remarked. “That playful love of life, how he cares so deeply for the people around him. It’s different from his old intensity, but it suits him.”

Jihyo nodded, internally agreeing with Voljune’s sentiment. Diabolos had always been strong, and intense, but it was this new side of him—this softer, more open version—that made her fall in love with him even more.

Finally ready, the two of them left the apartment and began their walk to the restaurant. The streets were buzzing with the usual evening energy, the soft hum of cars, and the chatter of people filling the air. Jihyo reached for Diabolos’ hand instinctively, lacing her fingers through his. His hand, though much larger and rougher than hers, fit perfectly, the warmth between them so natural.

As they walked, the conversation flowed easily.

“Do you think Chewy will rechallenge the chef tonight?” Jihyo asked with a laugh, thinking back to their last dinner where Tzuyu had, with her signature deadpan expression, offered her own cooking suggestions to the head chef.

Diabolos chuckled. “I wouldn’t put it past her. She’s got that quiet confidence. It’s like she knows she’s the best at whatever she sets her mind to.”

Jihyo giggled, nodding. “You’re right. But Dahyun’s going to egg her on, for sure. You know how she is—always stirring up trouble just to see Chewy get flustered.”

Voljune interjected, her tone light and amused. “Dahyun’s mischief is delightful. I think she secretly loves how riled up she can make Tzuyu. They’re such a fun pair to watch.”

Jihyo agreed, smiling as she squeezed Diabolos’ hand a little tighter. “I’m so glad we get to see them tonight. It feels like it’s been forever.”

Diabolos glanced down at her, his eyes full of warmth. “Yeah, it’s been too long. I’ve missed hanging out with them too.” He paused for a moment, then added softly, “I like how they make you laugh. You always seem so light and carefree around them.”

Jihyo’s heart swelled at his words. “They do, don’t they? I think it’s because we’ve all been through so much together. They know me better than almost anyone else.”

Voljune hummed in agreement. “They ground you, in a way. It’s good for both of us—being around them. And it’s good for Diabolos, too. They bring out this pure joy in him, something that we both cherish.”

As they walked, the conversation shifted to lighter topics, reminiscing about past moments with the members, and laughing at shared memories. Jihyo and Voljune, internally, marveled at how Diabolos was so effortlessly in sync with them, how his softer side blended perfectly with Jihyo’s energy. Even as they joked and teased, there was an unspoken flirty dialogue weaving between the three of them—a shared connection that needed no words.

Diabolos caught her looking at him and raised an eyebrow. “What is it, Yo-yo?”

Jihyo just smiled, shaking her head slightly. “Nothing. Just... happy.”

He grinned, squeezing her hand. “Me too.”

They continued walking in comfortable silence, enjoying the cool evening air and each other’s company. As they neared the restaurant, the neon sign glowing in the distance, Jihyo felt a deep sense of peace wash over her. She had her members, her friends, and this man—this man who had become her everything.

Voljune’s presence buzzed warmly within her, echoing her thoughts. “We’re in a good place. I like where we are, Yo-yo.”

Jihyo smiled internally, feeling Voljune’s contentment mix with her own. “Yeah, we really are.”

As the group talks Jihyo begins to feel lightheaded as her hormones start striking again. She looks to Dio and says, “Hey babe I need to go the restroom can you help me,” every people pleaser he follows when Jihyo locks him in and forcefully grabs his cock he understands. Jihyo and Voljune are barely coherent enough to have his dick go in the right hole as Jihyo bends over the sink

“We have to be quick!” Dio asserts

Jihyo nods at her lust-addled brain. Dio quickly rams into her tight hole. Jihyo can only whimper as he takes her. Enraptured by her body he secures a tit and massages it spiking both their pleasure.

At this rate, Jihyo and Voljune don't last long before they cum again. Dio exits her and cleans them up a bit when Jihyo’s mind returns.

Her gaze is possessive as she says, “I'm going to need more from you when we get back home.” Dio smiles as they head back out. The rest of their little date is pretty brief after that. After the date, Jihyo Voljune and Dio were exhausted and instead of counting their fun they got a good night's sleep and hoped to release some more tension tomorrow

It was a rare lazy morning at Jihyo and Diabolos’ small, cozy apartment. The sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow across the living room. Diabolos was sprawled out on the couch, absentmindedly flipping through channels while Jihyo leaned against him, scrolling through her phone. Their bodies fit perfectly together as if they were always meant to be in this peaceful bubble.

*“I wish we could stay like this all day,”* Voljune whispered in Jihyo’s mind, the warmth of contentment wrapping around them both. *“No interruptions. Just us.”*

Jihyo couldn’t agree more. After the whirlwind of their dinner last night, she was hoping today could be quiet—a much-needed day of rest with just Diabolos. She smiled as she watched Dio drift in and out of sleep next to her.

But then, the doorbell rang.

Jihyo groaned softly, knowing full well who it could be. Only one person rang the doorbell with such enthusiasm. Voljune sighed in unison with her, a ripple of frustration passing between them. Diabolos glanced down at Jihyo, sensing the shift in energy.

“Who could that be?” he asked, sitting up.

Jihyo gave him a knowing look. “Take a wild guess.”

The doorbell rang again, followed by a series of playful knocks. Diabolos chuckled as he stood, pulling Jihyo up with him. “Let me guess—Nayeon?”

“Yup,” Jihyo replied with an exasperated smile, but there was affection behind it. *“She always knows when to show up at the worst possible time.”*

Voljune huffed in agreement. *“We were supposed to have the day to ourselves.”*

As Jihyo opened the door, she was greeted by a beaming Nayeon and her equally cheerful boyfriend, Mark. Nayeon wasted no time, pushing past Jihyo into the apartment.

“Hey, Jihyo-yah!” Nayeon exclaimed, her voice full of energy. “Mark and I were in the neighborhood, and we thought, why not drop by?” She grinned mischievously. “You weren’t busy, were you?”

Mark offered a sheepish smile from behind her, clearly used to Nayeon’s spontaneous visits. “Hope we’re not interrupting.”

Jihyo crossed her arms, trying to maintain a facade of annoyance. “Well, actually—”

Diabolos, ever the gentle giant, stepped forward and offered a warm smile to the pair. “It’s fine, really. Come on in.”

Jihyo shot him a look that said *Really?* but her irritation quickly faded. Nayeon was already making herself at home, tossing her bag onto the chair and plopping down on the couch next to Diabolos. Mark followed suit, though with a bit more hesitation, clearly aware of the unspoken tension in the room.

Voljune chimed in again, a hint of amusement creeping into her tone. *“You know what? It’s fine. Let’s just let it go. Nayeon brings a certain... chaotic joy, doesn’t she?”*

Jihyo sighed but smiled inwardly. *“Yeah, I guess she does.”* She couldn’t stay mad at Nayeon for long, and besides, her best friend’s presence was infectious. As much as she craved peace, she also loved how Nayeon always brought life and laughter wherever she went.

“So, what are we doing today?” Nayeon asked, completely oblivious to the plans Jihyo and Diabolos may have had. “We should totally have a movie marathon! Or maybe play some games!”

Diabolos chuckled, clearly entertained by Nayeon’s boundless energy. “A movie marathon sounds good to me.”

Jihyo rolled her eyes playfully, giving in to the inevitable. “Alright, fine. But *I* get to pick the first movie.”

Nayeon gasped dramatically. “Jihyo picking the movie? That’s a dangerous game, Dio. She’ll have us watching tearjerkers all day.”

Jihyo swatted at Nayeon’s arm, laughing. “You act like my taste is that bad.”

Mark, always the calm voice of reason, chimed in. “I don’t know, Nayeon. I think Jihyo has pretty good taste. What about a compromise—something everyone can enjoy?”

As they bantered back and forth, Jihyo’s initial frustration melted away, replaced by a warm sense of belonging. This was her family, her people. Nayeon’s chaotic energy, Mark’s calming influence, and Diabolos’ quiet presence all balanced each other out in the best way possible.

*“See?”* Voljune murmured, her earlier frustration now completely gone. *“This is why we love them. It’s never quiet, but it’s always fun.”*

Before Jihyo could respond, her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She glanced down at the screen and groaned inwardly.

“Speak of the devil,” she muttered as she saw the group chat light up with notifications from the rest of the members. Dahyun, Mina, Chaeyoung, Sana, and Jeongyeon were all chiming in, asking if they could come over too.

“Oh no,” Jihyo said, eyes widening as she realized what was happening. “Nayeon, did you tell everyone we were hanging out?”

Nayeon shrugged nonchalantly. “I might’ve mentioned it in the group chat...”

Jihyo facepalmed, but she couldn’t help but laugh. *“Well, there goes our quiet day.”*

Diabolos laughed softly, wrapping an arm around Jihyo’s shoulders and pulling her close. “It’s alright. The more, the merrier, right?”

Jihyo leaned into him, smiling despite herself. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Within the next hour, the apartment was buzzing with energy. Dahyun showed up with DJ and Tzuyu in tow, carrying bags of snacks and drinks. Jeongyeon arrived with a mischievous grin, already scheming some sort of prank with Dahyun. Sana arrived latched to Broly’s hip with her trademark bubbly personality and champagne. Momo brought Daizohan. Chaeyoung and Mina were the last to arrive, holding hands and giggling like they were in on a secret as their boyfriends followed behind with quiet appreciative smiles.

As the apartment filled with laughter, conversation, and the smells of takeout, Jihyo looked around at her members, their partners, and Diabolos beside her, her heart swelling with warmth.

*“It’s chaotic,”* Voljune said softly, her tone full of affection. *“But it’s our chaos.”*

Jihyo nodded internally. *“Yeah. It really is.”*

Diabolos wrapped his arm around Jihyo to ground himself.

“Is someone anxious?” Jihyo asked as she looked up at her boyfriend.

Diabolos smiled as he looked down at her before kissing her forehead, “not anymore,”

Despite the unexpected visit and the way the day had spiraled into a full-on party, she couldn’t help but feel grateful for the life she had built with Diabolos, her members, and her extended family. They were loud, spontaneous, and a little over the top, but she wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world.

Diabolos caught her eye, giving her a soft, knowing smile. Without words, they shared a moment of quiet understanding amid the noise and laughter.

It was perfect, just the way it was.

As the evening wore on, the apartment buzzed with conversations in different corners, and everyone relaxed and enjoyed the impromptu gathering. Jihyo found herself sitting on the couch with Mina, Diabolos, and Mina’s boyfriend, Richter, a soft-spoken but kind-hearted man who had a natural talent for blending into the group despite being relatively new to their circle.

The four of them were speaking English, a comfortable language for Mina and Richter, and something Diabolos seemed to switch into effortlessly. Jihyo was doing her best to keep up, her English was solid but slower as she worked through her sentences. Diabolos, on the other hand, spoke it fluently, though there was a noticeable difference in the way he sounded compared to Richter.

Mina tilted her head, her curiosity piqued by the way Diabolos' voice carried through the conversation. “Dio, your English... it sounds so different. It’s not like the Americans I know.”

Richter nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I noticed that too. Most Americans have a more nasal, higher tone, but you… yours is deeper. Almost throaty.”

Diabolos chuckled softly, his voice rumbling in that low, gravelly way. “I guess I’ve always sounded like this. Not much I can do about it.”

Mina squinted playfully at him and then laughed. “You sound like a bear! So gruff and deep. It’s like your voice comes from the earth, not your throat.” she said as she made herself appear bigger as if mimicking a bear.

The joke caught everyone by surprise, and Jihyo laughed along with them, but as Mina’s words sank in, they triggered something deep inside her, something Voljune had been quietly holding back.

Suddenly, the room around her seemed to blur and shift. Jihyo’s heart skipped a beat as a flood of memories—not hers, but Voljune’s—rushed into her mind. She was pulled back into the past, to a moment long before she had ever met Diabolos.

In the memory, Jihyo (or rather, Voljune) was flying through space in a small, dimly lit ship. The atmosphere was tense, thick with uncertainty and dread. Diabolos sat in the co-pilot seat beside her, silent, his face pale and drawn. He hadn’t spoken since the Severing. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, but his eyes were far away, distant. There was an overwhelming heaviness in the air—Voljune could feel it even now through Jihyo’s senses.

She looked over at him, at the man who had survived the impossible, who had endured Narset’s brutal Severing. His face was etched with pain, and yet, he was alive. But something was different, something was lost. His voice, when he spoke, had changed. The man she had once known had been replaced by someone else—someone quieter, sadder.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he broke the silence.

“Thank you... for saving me.” His voice was rough, deeper than it had been before. It came from somewhere deep within him as if it had been dragged from the depths of his soul. And the pain in his eyes, that raw, untouchable hurt—it cut Voljune to the core.

At that moment, she realized just how much Diabolos had lost. Not just his voice, but a part of himself. He was no longer the same person she had known before. And neither was she.

The memory faded, and Jihyo blinked back to the present, the warmth of the apartment and the laughter of her friends washing over her like a wave. But the echo of that memory lingered in her chest, heavy and heart-wrenching. Unconsciously, a single tear slipped down her cheek.

Diabolos, who had been quietly watching her, noticed immediately. His expression softened as he reached over, gently wiping the tear away with his thumb.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered his voice that same deep, gravelly tone that both Jihyo and Voljune had come to love. “It will be okay.”

Jihyo’s heart swelled as she looked into his eyes, and for a moment, the line between past and present blurred. Voljune’s memories, the weight of their shared experiences, and the love they both had for this man—they all converged into one undeniable truth.

*He survived. And he’s still here.*

She smiled up at him, the tear already forgotten as she leaned into his warmth. “Yeah,” she said softly. “I know.”

Voljune, too, stirred gently within her, no longer holding onto the pain of that memory, but instead embracing the comfort of the present. The two of them—Jihyo and Voljune—felt a deep sense of peace at that moment. They had each other, they had Diabolos, and they had their friends.

As the conversation around them resumed, the three of them—Jihyo, Voljune, and Diabolos—shared a quiet, unspoken connection, one built on love, resilience, and an understanding that ran far deeper than words.

As the party wore on fatigue and yawns spread through the group like a plague, but Nayeon in her foresight said, “Sleepover!” Jihyo sighed but Dio relented as the rest of the girls quickly all agreed. She went to her car and pulled out all the matching pajamas she had bought. Everyone laughed except Dio as he began to notice cracks in her smile.

As the party began to wind down, laughter and conversation faded into a comfortable lull. Dio, always quietly observant, noticed Nayeon slipping away from the group, her usual sparkle dimmed by something only he seemed to notice. Jihyo, ever in tune with him, followed his gaze. Standing beside her, Mark also noticed, shifting uncomfortably. But Jihyo placed a gentle hand on his arm, smiling warmly.

“Dio’s got this,” she reassured him. “Let’s give them some space.”

Mark glanced at Dio, who was already making his way toward Nayeon with the quiet, steady calm that had become second nature to him. There was a strength in Dio that wasn’t about physical power, though it was easy to mistake it for that at first. It was in the way he carried himself, a quiet presence that made people feel safe like they could lean on him without being judged.

Dio found Nayeon sitting in a quieter corner of the apartment, staring off into space, her shoulders slightly hunched as if weighed down by unseen thoughts. He approached her slowly, not wanting to startle her, and gently tapped her shoulder.

“Hey, Nay,” he said softly, his voice full of warmth and care. “Is everything alright?”

Nayeon turned, her face breaking into a forced smile, though the tightness around her eyes betrayed her. She was trying so hard to appear fine, to keep up her strong facade, but Dio could see through it.

“Yeah, everything’s great,” she replied, too quickly, her tone guarded. “Why do you ask?”

Dio studied her for a moment, his eyes kind and patient. He wasn’t the type to push people to share what they weren’t ready to, but his mere presence often encouraged others to open up. He chose his words carefully, not wanting to pressure her.

“It’s nothing,” he said softly, with a reassuring smile. “Just checking in.”

Then, without hesitation, he enveloped her in a gentle hug. Nayeon froze for a second, her defenses wavering, before she finally let out a shaky breath. In his arms, she felt his warmth, his steady heartbeat, and the sense that she didn’t have to carry everything on her own. That was what Dio did—he made you feel safe like your burdens were shared, even if only for a moment.

And that’s when Nayeon broke. Her walls came tumbling down, and she clung to him, burying her face in his chest as her tears spilled over.

“I’m so scared, Dio,” she sobbed. “What if… what if Twice isn’t forever? What if ten years is it? What if… we don’t last?”

From her vantage point, Jihyo smiled gently as she watched Dio comfort Nayeon. She had been in that exact position many times herself, seeking solace in Dio’s quiet strength. There was something about him that made her feel seen and understood in a way no one else could quite match. She turned to Mark, who looked like he wanted to rush over and comfort Nayeon himself, but Jihyo shook her head slightly, her eyes twinkling with reassurance.

“He’s got this,” she whispered, and Mark nodded, settling back.

Out on the balcony, away from prying eyes, Dio led Nayeon to a chair and sat beside her, still holding her hand as she sniffled and wiped her tears. The cool night air helped to calm her, but it was Dio’s steady presence that truly soothed her frayed nerves.

“Twice is already forever,” Dio said, his voice calm but certain.

Nayeon looked up at him, confused and still wiping away tears. “What do you mean?”

Dio leaned back, gazing up at the night sky. “The legacy you’ve built—the hearts you’ve all touched—it’s something that goes beyond this moment, beyond this year, or the next. It’s already part of something bigger.”

Nayeon blinked, trying to process his words, but Dio wasn’t just being philosophical. He knew, better than anyone, how far their impact truly reached. There were worlds, literal worlds, far from Earth where Twice’s music had found its way, where “One” gathered and celebrated the group that had become a universal symbol of love and hope.

“As long as there are stars in the sky, there will always be Once. And as long as there’s Once, there will always be Twice,” he continued, his voice low and soothing. “It doesn’t matter what happens to the group—whether you’re on stage together or not. That love, that connection, will last no matter what. You’ve already created something eternal.”

Nayeon’s tears slowed, his words sinking in as a warm sense of comfort filled her. She smiled, a little watery still, but the fear that had gripped her heart began to ease.

“So… you’re saying we’ve already won?” she asked softly, a bit of her usual sass creeping back into her tone.

Dio chuckled, a deep, warm sound. “Yeah, you’ve already won. No matter what comes next.”

Nayeon sniffled again, this time out of relief, and wiped her eyes. “When did you get so soft-hearted?”

Dio shrugged with a playful grin. “I always was.”

Nayeon laughed, a real laugh this time, and the sound filled Dio with quiet satisfaction. Jihyo had told him once that Nayeon needed these moments of reassurance, to feel grounded when her insecurities flared up. And he had learned, from his own pain and struggles, how important it was to remind others of their worth, their impact.

From the balcony, Dio and Nayeon could hear the soft hum of the party continuing inside, but for this moment, it was just the two of them and the silent assurance that everything would be okay.

As they walked back inside, Nayeon shivered in the cool night air. Jihyo’s smile lingered as they rejoined the party, but something stirred within her. The room seemed to shift, subtly at first, as if the air grew thicker, heavier. Then, the sensation deepened, and she felt a pull—Voljune’s presence awakening inside her, memories unfurling like a delicate, intricate web. Her vision blurred slightly, and suddenly, she was no longer in the present.

The scene around her morphed, transporting her into a memory not her own.

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It was a long time ago, in a strange, desolate place. Voljune's memory opened up fully before Jihyo’s eyes. She saw the room—sterile, cold, and dimly lit. In the center of it stood Diabolos. He was younger then, though not by much, but there was something raw about him, something unrefined. His tall frame looked tense, ready for a fight, but his eyes—his eyes told a different story. Beneath the hardness, Jihyo could see it: a quiet vulnerability, a softness that hadn't yet been buried by the years of torment to come.

Voljune had been wary, uncertain. It was her first time seeing him, sensing him. She could feel the power coursing through his veins, but it was more than that. There was something about the way he carried himself, something that spoke not of violence, but of care. He had been thrown into an impossible situation, and yet, his gaze wasn’t hostile. It was searching.

Their eyes met. He had been expecting another enemy. Instead, Voljune felt the unfamiliar sensation of calm, of warmth. Diabolos, though prepared for battle, didn’t strike. He merely stood there, waiting, observing.

“What are you?” his voice was soft, far softer than it should have been for a man of his size. The tone startled Voljune—gentle, almost questioning. It wasn’t the voice of a hardened warrior, but someone seeking to understand.

Voljune hesitated, unsure how to respond. She hadn’t expected this. She had expected brutality, cold calculation. But instead, she saw in Diabolos a strange, disarming kindness that caught her off guard. He wasn’t the monster she had anticipated.

“I’m here to observe,” Voljune had said, her voice tinged with both curiosity and caution.

“Observe?” Diabolos repeated, tilting his head slightly. There was a softness in his eyes now, a flicker of something almost childlike. “What do you want from me?”

That was the first time Voljune had felt it—his compassion. Even then, even in that strange, cold room, Diabolos had carried with him a heart that sought connection. His strength hadn’t been forged in cruelty or dominance but in a quiet, determined desire to protect.

Jihyo could feel the memory washing over her, flooding her with an understanding she hadn’t grasped before. The Diabolos standing before Voljune back then was the same man she knew now. The quiet protector. The gentle giant. He had always been like this, even when the world had tried to harden him.

And then the memory shifted. Jihyo felt it—Voljune’s rising feelings, the moment she began to realize that Diabolos wasn’t just another force of power to contend with. He was something different, something good. She had been drawn to him then, not because of his strength, but because of his heart.

---

The memory faded slowly, and Jihyo found herself back in the present, standing in the middle of the apartment as the party hummed softly around her. She blinked, trying to shake off the vividness of the past. It had been so real, so tangible.

Voljune stirred inside her, an odd sense of apology coming through.

“I’m sorry,” Voljune said quietly, her voice tinged with regret. “I didn’t mean to subject you to all of that. My memories... they can be overwhelming.”

Jihyo smiled softly, brushing it off as if it were nothing. “It’s okay. It helps me know our boyfriend better,” she replied, her tone full of warmth and affection. There was no resentment in her voice, no frustration. Only a deep understanding of who Diabolos truly was, both in the past and now.

Before she could say more, she felt a familiar warmth behind her. Dio had approached quietly, his arms wrapping gently around her waist as he pulled her close. His presence was grounding, his embrace filled with the same tenderness she had seen in that memory.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered softly in her ear, sensing the lingering emotions. “It’ll be okay.”

Jihyo leaned back into him, feeling his strength, but more importantly, feeling his love. They stood there for a moment, enveloped in each other’s warmth, connected not only by the present but by the shared understanding of who they had always been to one another. Eventually, the warmth flooded Jihyo’s core and she turned to Dio. “You my bedroom now,” she whispered.

- - -

Diabolos stood stone-faced as his mind fogged over, the world around him blurring into a distant hum. He could feel it creeping in—the familiar dissonance, the numbness that had plagued him ever since the Severing. A small part of him, the part that Narset had ripped away, left a scar deeper than the physical wound. Sometimes, it felt like a piece of him was still wandering, aimless, and disembodied, an echo of Ruhan’s presence within him. He shuddered.

It wasn’t just a memory, though. There were moments—fleeting, but unbearable—where he could still feel Ruhan beneath the surface, like a parasite never fully exorcised. A phantom, mocking and ever-present, digging into the darkest corners of his mind. He hated it, hated that there was a part of him that could never truly belong to him again. No matter how hard he tried, there was always something lingering, denigrating his thoughts, whispering things he’d rather forget.

Diabolos sighed, trying to shake the weight off his chest, but it clung to him. Then there was a knock. It startled him out of his trance, and he turned around, his brow furrowing as he crossed the room.

When he opened the door, Jiwoo stood there, her expression unreadable. "Hi, Dio," she said softly, “I needed to drop something off.”

Dio blinked, still disoriented from the fog in his mind. “Okay... what is it?”

Without warning, Jiwoo leaned in and kissed him. The suddenness of it jolted Dio, but before he could push her away, a sensation he dreaded washed over him—Ruhan.

For a split second, it was as though something foreign slipped through the kiss, like an invisible thread snaking its way into his body, reigniting the bond he thought he’d broken. His revulsion turned to horror, and his stomach churned as his body reacted, his muscles tensing. He clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles whitened. A cold sweat broke out across his skin as he felt the ghost of Ruhan inside him, like a twisted form of possession.

Jiwoo stepped back, confused by his sudden change. “Dio, are you okay?”

He doubled over, struggling to suppress the invasion. His breath came in ragged gasps, and though Jiwoo reached out to help him, he waved her off. “Thanks, Ji. I’m fine. Just... have a good day.”

His voice was strained, but calm enough to keep her from asking questions. She lingered for a moment, her brow furrowed, but then she nodded and left, glancing back over her shoulder with uncertainty.

As soon as she was gone, Dio moved with purpose, heading straight to the mirror in his room. The moment his eyes met his reflection, he saw it.

Ruhan.

There, staring back at him, a twisted version of himself in the glass. Ruhan’s presence wasn’t fully corporeal, but it was unmistakable—his mocking smirk, his cold, calculating gaze. The parasitic twin who’d always reveled in his chaos.

"Hello, Dio," Ruhan greeted, his voice echoing through Dio’s mind as though it came from within the mirror itself. His tone was light, almost playful, but there was a darkness to it that Dio couldn’t ignore.

Dio’s eyes narrowed. His reflection glared back at him, the intensity in his gaze betraying the flood of emotions churning beneath the surface. "I should expel you right here, right now," he said coldly, the anger barely masked.

Ruhan’s smirk grew wider, and he raised his hands in mock surrender. "Please," he drawled, "you act like this is pleasant for me. You think I wanted to be back inside you? Trust me, Dio, if I had other options, I’d take them. But I need your help."

Dio’s jaw clenched, and his knuckles pressed against the edge of the mirror, the glass cool beneath his fingertips. "Why should I help you? After everything you’ve done—everything you took from me. You think I’ve forgotten?"

Ruhan's smile faltered, his expression hardening for just a moment before he composed himself. "I’m not asking you to forget," he said evenly, "I’m asking you to survive."

Dio’s body tensed, and for a long moment, there was nothing but silence between them. "Survive?" he repeated, incredulity lacing his words. "I’ve done that just fine without you."

"Have you?" Ruhan raised a brow, the weight of his presence pressing down on Dio like a heavy fog. "Tell me, how often do you wake up, the fog clouding your thoughts? How often do you feel the emptiness, the part of yourself that was stolen away?"

Dio’s glare sharpened, but Ruhan’s words had struck a nerve. He hated it, hated the truth in them. He could never be whole again, not without the part that had been severed. He could deny it all he wanted, but some nights, the absence was unbearable.

"You don’t need me," Ruhan continued, "but I need you. Orochi has returned."

Dio froze. The name hung in the air like a death sentence.

"Why should I care?" Dio finally asked, though his tone had shifted. His anger was still there, but the uncertainty was creeping in. "After everything, why should I help you—especially you?"

"Because," Ruhan said, his smirk gone now, replaced by something darker, more serious, "Orochi’s return doesn’t just mean trouble for me. It means trouble for you. For Jihyo. For every one you care about."

Dio's hands clenched against the mirror, the glass threatening to crack under the pressure. He wanted to reject it, to reject everything about Ruhan’s presence, but deep down, he knew the truth. This wasn’t just about Ruhan. It was about the bigger picture, the looming threat that had reared its head once again.

"And don’t worry," Ruhan added, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "I have no intention of severing you. I need your continued existence... for now."

Dio hesitated, his mind racing. He hated this. He hated the idea of working with the very thing that had destroyed him. But he knew better than to ignore the warnings.

"Fine," Dio said through gritted teeth, his fists unclenching as he let out a slow, controlled breath. "But after this... after Orochi, you leave. And you never come back."

Ruhan’s reflection gave a slow nod, though Dio could sense the amusement underneath. "As you wish," he said, though his smile didn’t fade.

Duo turned away from the mirror, the weight of what had just transpired settling heavily in his chest. The phantom presence of Ruhan still lingered, curling like smoke beneath his skin, making his body feel alien. The room seemed to tilt as his mind fogged over again. There was a plan—a necessary evil—but it still sickened him.

Steeling himself, Dio walked outside just as Jihyo arrived back at their apartment. She was still wearing her radiant smile, her energy as bright as the sun, but the moment her eyes met his, that joy evaporated. A strange, unsettling tension filled the air.

Voljune surged within her, alert and bristling.

"You," Jihyo hissed in unison with Voljune, their voices layering over each other with venom.

Dio—no, Ruhan—smirked in response, tilting his head slightly. "Ah, sister..." His voice was Dio’s, but it was off as if something deep within had shifted and was no longer aligned. There was a dissonance in his tone, a foreign rhythm. "Please forgive me, but I need to borrow Dio for the time being."

Jihyo flinched at the sound of his words, the way Ruhan twisted Dio's familiar voice into something uncanny. It was like hearing a favorite song distorted, played backward with the melody shattered. Her eyes narrowed as she felt Voljune stir inside her, recognizing the presence of her twin.

Ruhan.

It was impossible to ignore. Dio's usually calm and collected demeanor had been warped, replaced by something darker, more assertive. Even his posture had changed—the easy confidence that Jihyo loved was now edged with an eerie control. She could feel Dio fighting beneath the surface, locked somewhere deep inside himself.

Within Dio's mind, he remained silent, holding firm. Ruhan had pried into his body, but Dio was prepared. He guarded his most vital memories, locking them behind mental barriers. He had learned how Ruhan operated during their previous encounters, and he wouldn't allow the parasite to fully take over again. Still, Dio felt the pull, the struggle to maintain himself as Ruhan exerted more control over his body.

"I know what you're planning, Ruhan," Dio's voice echoed internally. "But I won’t let you sever me again."

Ruhan, nestled inside him, chuckled softly. "Such mistrust... I told you, Dio, I need you alive. Severing you again would be counterproductive to my goals. Besides, Narset—she would never forgive me."

Dio’s heart clenched at the mention of Narset. His mind flickered back to her, and he couldn't help but ask, "What did you do to Narset?"

Ruhan’s laughter died down, his tone shifting to something softer—almost regretful. "She is safe, locked away in a cell where she can't cause any more damage. But she misses you, Dio. She regrets involving you in this mess. She’s sorry for everything."

The remorse in Ruhan's voice was genuine, but Dio didn't trust it. Not entirely. Yet the mention of Narset stirred something in him—a longing he hadn’t allowed himself to feel for so long. He couldn't help but picture her, locked away, her sorrow weighing heavily on her. Still, he couldn't let Ruhan manipulate him.

Meanwhile, Jihyo watched as Dio’s expression flickered with tension. Her instincts screamed at her—Voljune’s energy inside her bristled with fury, ready to confront her twin, but Jihyo held back. She had to tread carefully.

"Dio," she said softly, her voice cutting through the space between them, hoping to reach him. "I know you're still in there."

Ruhan's smirk faltered slightly, but he maintained his control, tilting his head as if amused. "Dio is here, sister, but he is not in control at the moment."

Voljune seethed within her. "Ruhan, I swear, if you hurt him—"

Ruhan's voice came out with a mocking edge. "Hurt him? Why would I? He is valuable to me. I am only borrowing what I need, for the time being."

Jihyo’s heart pounded. She could feel Voljune’s fury building, but she kept her gaze steady, refusing to let Ruhan see any fear. "You don't get to take him, Ruhan. We won’t let you."

Ruhan’s eyes gleamed with something darker. "You act like you have a choice, sister."

Inside, Dio’s thoughts churned, but he remained silent, calculating. He knew Ruhan's power well enough by now and knew what it took to survive against him. But he couldn’t deny the strange truth beneath the surface—Ruhan needed him. There was a twisted logic there, and Dio had to play along, at least for now.

Jihyo took a deep breath, steadying herself as Voljune rallied inside her. Her connection with Dio, though strained by Ruhan's presence, still pulsed with life. And as she held onto that, she refused to let go.

"We'll get you back," Jihyo whispered, more to Dio than to Ruhan, her voice resolute.

Ruhan, still possessing Dio’s body, simply chuckled. "We'll see, sister. We shall see."

As the tension thickened between them, Jihyo felt Voljune’s resolve growing stronger inside her. No matter what it took, she and Dio would face this together—even if it meant confronting the darkest parts of themselves.

Dio—no, Ruhan—stood in front of Jihyo with a smirk that was both foreign and unsettling. The familiar warmth and softness she always saw in Dio’s eyes were buried beneath a cold, mocking glint that belonged only to Ruhan. Jihyo’s heart pounded in her chest, Voljune simmering beneath her skin with rage.

"You," Jihyo hissed in unison with Voljune, their voices layered with venom, their connection flaring as one.

Ruhan's lips curled into an amused smile. "Ah, sister... Voljune, how you’ve matured. But still so predictable. And you, Jihyo—Dio’s precious little companion. How quaint. But you must know, I’m only borrowing him for a while."

Jihyo's hand clenched at her side, her gaze sharp, but her emotions were a storm beneath the surface. She had learned, thanks to Dio, how to control that storm—to stay calm when faced with something as manipulative as Ruhan. But it wasn’t easy. She could feel Dio trapped somewhere deep inside, struggling, his presence flickering like a distant candle in a storm.

Ruhan took a step closer, tilting his head with a bemused expression. "I’ve always wondered... What do you see in him? Dio, I mean. What draws you to such a... subpar vessel?"

Jihyo’s brow furrowed, a flare of anger igniting in her chest. Voljune, ever in sync with her, pulsed within her consciousness, pushing against the boundaries of her control. Jihyo could feel the heat of her twin's rage, the ancient fury simmering just beneath her skin.

"You’re wrong about him," Jihyo said through clenched teeth. "Dio is more than you could ever understand."

Ruhan chuckled, the sound cold and dismissive. "More? Perhaps. But from where I stand, he is little more than a broken tool—a shattered relic of what he once was." He waved his hand nonchalantly. "Still, you’ve attached yourself to him, haven’t you, sister? Why?"

Jihyo held her ground, her eyes fierce as she met his gaze. "Because he’s more than just a vessel. He’s a person, Ruhan. He has a heart, a soul, things you can’t comprehend."

Ruhan narrowed his eyes, his smirk fading into something more calculating. "A heart, a soul..." His voice trailed off, almost bored. "How sentimental. I suppose that’s why you two are so... compatible." He gestured toward Jihyo and Voljune with a flick of Dio's hand. "Your bond is fascinating. Almost perfect synchronization. It’s admirable, truly. If only your dear Diabolos had that same potential."

Jihyo felt a ripple of indignation, her blood boiling as Voljune surged within her. She could feel her twin’s ancient power coiling and ready, her rage almost spilling over.

"We’re not perfect," Jihyo said, her voice calm but edged with steel. "But we don’t need to be. What we have is enough."

Ruhan’s eyes glinted with mock interest as he looked at her, his smirk returning. "Enough, you say? Hmm." He tilted his head as if considering her words. "What I see, sister, is wasted potential. You and Voljune are almost perfectly in sync—an extraordinary bond, truly. I can’t help but wonder... why lower yourself to Diabolos’s level?"

Jihyo flinched, feeling the sting of his words, but she stood firm. "You wouldn’t understand. It’s not about power, or strength, or even perfection. Dio and I... we complement each other. We make each other better, and stronger. You think he’s broken, but I see someone who’s survived the impossible. Someone who’s still kind, still loving, despite everything."

Ruhan let out a low laugh, his voice a dark hum of amusement. "Oh, sister, your sentimentality is charming, I’ll give you that. But you’re wrong if you think Diabolos is anything more than a tool. He’s a means to an end. He always has been."

Jihyo’s heart ached at Ruhan's dismissive tone. She could feel Dio’s presence, small but resilient, fighting beneath the surface. Voljune, too, bristled with anger, her twin’s energy surging through her like an electric current.

"Voljune," Ruhan said, his tone now more focused on his twin. "You’re stronger now. I can feel it. But you still tether yourself to this... human." He spat the last word with disdain. "Why?"

Voljune surged forward, pushing against the edges of Jihyo's consciousness as if she were about to burst free. "Because Dio is ours," Voljune growled through Jihyo's voice, their bond radiating through every word. "He’s not a vessel for you to control. He’s more than you could ever be, Ruhan. He’s better than you."

Ruhan's eyes darkened, his smirk fading into something far more sinister. "Better than me? Oh, sister... you really are delusional. But I’ll let you cling to your fantasies, for now. I have no intention of severing Dio—at least, not yet. There are... greater things at play."

Jihyo’s breath hitched, her mind swirling as she tried to keep her focus. But Voljune’s words rang true inside her—Dio was theirs, and she wouldn’t let Ruhan take him away.

"You think you can control everything, Ruhan," Jihyo said, her voice soft but filled with determination. "But you can’t. Dio’s not going to be your puppet. He’s stronger than you think."

Ruhan looked at her with a sneer, but his amusement lingered. "We shall see, sister. We shall see."

And with that, Jihyo felt Dio's presence flicker, as if fighting its way back to the surface. The shift in control was subtle, but she could sense it. Dio was still there, and he wasn't giving up.

As if sensing Jihyo’s unwavering resolve, Ruhan’s voice faded, leaving her with a parting thought. "Just remember, Jihyo. As synchronized as you and Voljune may be, Dio will always be one step behind. He’s never going to be what you need him to be."

Jihyo shook her head, feeling the warmth of Dio’s presence growing stronger beneath Ruhan’s shadow. "You don’t know him like I do."

A moment of silence followed, and then, as if in response, Dio’s familiar warmth returned—faint but present. The soft, gentle presence that Jihyo had come to love.

Suddenly, she felt Dio’s arms wrap around her from behind, his embrace firm and comforting. "Don’t listen to him," Dio whispered softly into her ear. "We’ve got this."

Jihyo relaxed into his touch, Voljune settling inside her. Ruhan’s words still echoed in her mind, but with Dio’s warmth enveloping her, she knew they could face whatever was coming—together.

Ruhan stretched, rolling his shoulders as he adjusted to the sensation of being in control of Dio’s body once again. It was almost amusing—how he could manipulate the physical form of his “vessel,” a body that had once been so imposing and powerful. But now, something simpler tugged at him, a small indulgence Dio had held onto. The refrigerator hummed softly in the quiet of the apartment as Ruhan pulled open the door, revealing Dio’s stash of treats.

Voljune stirred inside Jihyo, her presence shifting slightly as they both observed from the edges of Rohan’s awareness. They could feel it—the change in energy, the way Dio’s body seemed to react to Ruhan in ways only they could see.

“He’s indulging,” Voljune noted with a hint of surprise in her voice. “Not in power or conquest—but in something so... mundane.”

Jihyo watched with narrowed eyes as Ruhan plucked a milkshake from the fridge and studied it with mild curiosity. She had seen Dio savor these moments before—these small, personal joys that grounded him in ways Ruhan would never understand. As Ruhan took a slow, almost hesitant sip, Jihyo felt a ripple of Dio’s presence beneath the surface, faint but still there.

Voljune hummed thoughtfully. “He is more in touch with Diabolos than he realizes,” she observed. “Even now, he feels the connection to the vessel. He may not admit it, but Dio’s essence... still lingers.”

Jihyo’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Dio would appreciate the irony,” she murmured. “Ruhan, this cold and calculating being, indulging in something as simple as a milkshake.”

Ruhan, oblivious to their presence, sighed as he took another sip, his body visibly relaxing. There was something almost humorous about watching this ancient, powerful entity indulging in mortal pleasures. Voljune and Jihyo could feel the faint echoes of satisfaction that trickled through Dio’s consciousness—a simple joy in the taste, the texture, the momentary comfort.

“What does he get out of this?” Jihyo wondered aloud, her eyes focused on Rohan’s every movement.

Voljune’s voice grew softer, more contemplative. “Perhaps he misses it,” she mused. “The experience of life. Even the small things. After all, what use is power if you can’t enjoy the sensations of the world?”

Ruhan’s focus shifted to a bag of burgers sitting on the counter. He unwrapped one with an almost theatrical gesture, biting into it with a low groan of satisfaction. Jihyo watched, her expression a mix of curiosity and amusement, as Ruhan seemed to savor the taste more than she expected.

“He’s starting to appreciate it,” Voljune observed. “Even if he won’t admit it.”

Jihyo’s mind wandered to Dio—how he would smile so brightly whenever they would grab a quick burger or share a sweet treat. The contrast between Ruhan’s mechanical indulgence and Dio’s simple joy couldn’t be starker, but for a fleeting moment, Jihyo saw something else in Ruhan—a faint echo of what had been taken from him.

“He doesn’t understand it,” Jihyo whispered. “But he’s feeling it.”

Voljune’s voice deepened. “Ruhan is experiencing a part of Dio’s essence that he would never admit to craving. The sensations. The pleasures. The simplicity of being human.”

Ruhan finished the burger with a contented sigh, tossing the wrapper into the trash. He leaned back against the counter, letting the moment settle over him like a blanket of warmth. His eyes glinted as he gazed out at the balcony, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“For all his power,” Voljune mused, “Ruhan envies this—the mortal pleasures, the joy of living in the present. He envies Diabolos.”

Jihyo blinked, surprised at the thought. “Envy?”

Voljune’s presence swirled inside her. “Yes. For all Ruhan’s power and domination, he lacks the ability to truly enjoy the world. Diabolos can. That’s why he clings to these indulgences.”

Jihyo crossed her arms, watching as Ruhan ran a hand through Dio’s hair. The casual gesture, the ease with which he moved—there was something almost human about it. But the unsettling truth remained: it wasn’t Dio. Not fully.

“You mortals and your food,” Ruhan muttered to himself. “This is the only thing I might actually miss.”

Jihyo’s jaw tightened. Even now, Ruhan couldn’t fully admit it—couldn’t admit that he was starting to understand, even in the smallest ways, why Dio found joy in these moments. But there was something undeniable about the way Dio’s body reacted to it—the way it softened, relaxed, and surrendered to the sensations.

Ruhan turned toward the balcony, his gaze shifting to the sky. “Enjoy the quiet while it lasts,” he said, speaking to Dio as though the man was still present. “Once this is done, you can have your body back. But until then... you’re mine.”

Voljune’s presence stirred within Jihyo, her thoughts intertwined with her host’s. “What does he think he’s gaining from all this?” Voljune asked quietly.

Jihyo tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as she studied Rohan’s every move. “He’s trying to understand it,” she murmured. “Even if he doesn’t realize it, he’s trying to connect with what makes Dio who he is.”

Voljune’s voice softened with a quiet understanding. “And he never will,” she whispered. “Because he can’t see what we see.”

Jihyo’s heart ached with the truth of those words. Ruhan might indulge in Dio’s pleasures, but he would never grasp the depth of Dio’s heart—the way he cared for those around him, the way he found joy in the smallest things. That was something Ruhan could never take.

As Ruhan stood there, gazing out at the city lights, Jihyo and Voljune exchanged a glance. They knew Dio was still there, locked away but present, waiting for the moment to reclaim what was his.

Voljune’s voice was barely a whisper now. “He doesn’t understand the strength that comes from living through the heart.”

Jihyo nodded. “No. And he never will.”

And with that, they watched, knowing that, no matter how long Ruhan stayed in control, Dio’s essence would remain—quiet but unbroken, waiting for the right moment to emerge.

Dio’s mind flickered back to a time when his life had been a haze, trapped between pain and recovery, long before he’d set foot back on Earth. He remembered the distant planet—far on the edge of the universe, a place unlike anything he had encountered before or since.

It had been barren at first glance, a rocky wasteland stretching out toward the horizon with nothing but dust and jagged mountains. But beneath the surface, in hidden sanctuaries carved into the mountains themselves, lived a race of beings unlike any other. These creatures stood eight feet tall, their skin a muted gray, a perfect blend of earth and stone. Their bodies radiated strength, and their eyes glowed faintly with the energy of untapped power. Yet, there was no violence in them, no hunger for conquest or destruction, which caught Dio off guard.

The moment he crashed on their planet, broken and fragmented after being severed, he expected to be greeted by warriors—beings who might challenge his will or force him to fight for his survival. But instead, these giants, their voices deep and resonant, moved with an unexpected gentleness. Their hands, rough from battle and labor, tended to his wounds. They carried him to one of their great sanctuaries, a structure hewn from the mountains, where the hum of ancient power vibrated through the air. The energy was palpable, yet somehow, it was contained, controlled, and peaceful.

They called themselves the Ky’Rans, and despite their imposing stature and strength, they lived lives of quiet isolation, far from the reaches of ruin and conquest. The more time Diabolos spent with them, the more they revealed their history—stories of a people who had once been conquerors, feared across the galaxy for their might. But after centuries of war, something changed in them. They turned their backs on the destruction they had wrought, and instead of ruling through power, they chose peace.

Their culture revolved around balance and restraint. They no longer saw strength purely in the ability to conquer but in the preservation of what was precious. They believed that peace, true peace, required more strength than any battle. Their teachings baffled Diabolos at first, their ways alien to everything he had known.

During his stay, they showed him how they preserved their world—both physically and spiritually. They honed their bodies through labor, not combat, maintaining harmony with their environment rather than seeking to dominate it. Dio, as broken as he had been, found it hard to argue with the results. Their world thrived with lush, untouched forests hidden between the harsh rockscapes. Their people lived long, content lives, untouched by the brutal cycle of revenge and violence.

"You are strong," one of the elders had told him one day as they walked along the cliffs overlooking the vast landscape. "But strength is not just in what you can break. It is in what you choose to protect."

Diabolos had stared out at the expanse, pondering those words. It was an idea foreign to him—he had always believed strength was defined by overcoming challenges, by fighting back, by taking power into his hands. But here, the Ky’Rans thrived without that hunger, without needing to exert their dominance.

"Revenge," the elder had continued, "is like a treadmill—you run and run, but never get anywhere. The faster you chase it, the more you realize how empty it is."

Diabolos knew, deep down, that there was truth in those words. The Ky’Rans had helped him heal, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. In their quiet sanctuaries, he had found peace for the first time in his life. It wasn’t the same kind of peace he had been taught to seek—the peace after victory, after battle, after silencing one’s enemies—but a peace that came from within.

And yet, as much as he respected their ways, Diabolos couldn't fully embrace their ideology. He understood their philosophy, but peace, to him, wasn’t the ultimate goal. He knew he couldn’t walk their path, as noble as it was. He still felt the pull of something more—a need to confront his past, to face the battles waiting for him on Earth.

His time with them had given him clarity and strength, but it also showed him that his journey wasn’t done. There were still forces at play—forces that would come for him and those he cared about, no matter how much peace he sought. The Ky’Rans might have conquered their inner demons, but Diabolos had a different fate awaiting him.

And so, one day, he left.

As he stepped aboard a ship they had helped him repair, he looked back at the towering figures that had nurtured him back to health. Their expressions were solemn but understanding. They knew he wouldn’t stay.

"Strength," the elder had said in parting, "is in knowing when to fight and when to walk away."

Diabolos nodded, but he had no words to offer. He couldn’t explain it—not then, at least—but he knew his battles were far from over.

Returning to Earth felt like waking from a long dream. He had been restored and renewed by his time with the Ky’Rans, but he didn’t feel at peace. That wasn’t his path. Peace, for him, was something that had to be earned—not by walking away, but by facing the storms that came his way.

Back in the present, Diabolos blinked as his memories faded, his mind drifting back to his body. he got up showered and got ready for his upcoming battle. As he did Jihyo and Voljune watched him intently.

“Do you think he ever regrets leaving them?” Voljune's voice echoed softly inside Jihyo as they watched Dio from a distance.

Jihyo's brow furrowed as she studied him, seeing the weight of his memories flickering in his eyes. “No,” she whispered. “He couldn’t stay. His path was always going to be different from theirs. But... I think they gave him something important. Maybe more than he realizes.”

Voljune hummed in agreement. “He carries their lessons, even if he disagrees with them. That kind of peace... it’s rare. And I think, in his own way, he’s always searching for it—even now.”

Jihyo sighed softly, her heart swelling with affection for the man she loved. He was strong, but not in the way most would think. His strength lay in his resilience, his ability to survive not just the battles outside, but the battles within.

And, maybe one day, he would find the peace he sought—on his own terms.

As Ruhan took hold of Diabolos's body again, his demeanor shifted. The once gentle and calculating presence of Dio faded, replaced by the arrogant and aggressive stance of Ruhan. His movements were sharp, confident, almost theatrical as he relished the control.

"Ah, good," Ruhan exclaimed, rolling his shoulders, feeling the stretch of muscles he hadn't used in ages. "Now we fight."

He made to leave, but before he could step through the door, Jihyo grabbed him by the arm, her grip firm yet full of concern.

“Can I have Dio back for a moment?” she asked, her voice steady.

Ruhan paused, clearly confused, and tried to suppress Dio further, pushing him down into the recesses of their shared mind. But something strange happened. Dio pushed back—more strongly than he had ever done before. Ruhan frowned. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to have full control. Yet, despite his efforts, Dio’s consciousness rose to the surface.

Jihyo saw it too. The subtle shift in body language, the softening of his posture. A familiar warmth returned to Diabolos’s eyes.

“I love you, Yo-yo,” Dio said, his voice now his own. “And I love you, Voljune. I’ll be right back.” He gave her a reassuring smile, one that made her heart ache with worry, but she nodded and let go.

As Diabolos stepped away, his mind became a battlefield between him and Ruhan. Internally, they were locked in a struggle. Dio could feel Ruhan’s frustration brewing beneath the surface as the conqueror tried to maintain dominance, but it was Dio’s body—and he was done letting Ruhan run the show without questions.

Inside Dio’s Mind:

“Why are you doing this?” Dio’s voice echoed through their shared consciousness, reverberating in the space where Ruhan’s presence lingered like a shadow. “What’s the endgame, Ruhan? What do you actually want out of all this?”

Ruhan’s laughter filled the void. It was a low, sinister chuckle. “What do I want?” he repeated mockingly as if the question itself was absurd. “I want what I’ve always wanted. Power. Control. The kind of strength that transcends mortal limits. With Orochi back, and Narset neutralized, I can finally take what’s rightfully mine.”

Dio frowned, not satisfied with the answer. “Power for the sake of power? That’s it? You’ve been doing this for ages, Ruhan. Conquest after conquest. Planets have fallen at your feet. What’s the point? What’s the final goal here? More bodies? More worlds under your heel?”

Ruhan’s presence simmered in annoyance. “You wouldn’t understand, Dio. You’re soft. You’ve spent too much time worrying about ‘feelings’ and ‘relationships.’ Strength is all that matters. Control. The universe rewards the strong and devours the weak.”

“But to what end?” Dio pressed. “You’ve conquered worlds, and built empires, but you’re still here, inside me. If you were truly satisfied, you wouldn’t need to keep taking over my body, my life. What are you running from?”

Silence stretched between them, and for a moment, Dio thought he might have hit a nerve. Ruhan’s energy flickered, less stable than before. There was a pause, then Ruhan’s voice came through again, more subdued, but no less cold.

“I am not running from anything,” Ruhan spat, though there was a sharp edge of defensiveness in his tone. “I do what must be done. Those who are weak deserve their fates. Strength is survival.”

Dio let out a slow breath. “You’ve been saying the same thing for centuries, haven’t you? But deep down, you know it’s not enough. What happens when you’ve conquered everything? When there’s nothing left? Then what?”

Ruhan growled, his frustration boiling over. “You don’t get it, do you? There’s always something more to conquer, Dio. Power doesn’t have an end. It’s a cycle. You take, and then you take again. It’s the only way to survive in a universe that wants to crush you.”

Dio’s mind was calm, and contemplative, even as Rohan’s grew more volatile. “Survive... or thrive?” he asked softly. “There’s a difference, Ruhan. And you’re so focused on survival that you’ve forgotten how to live.”

The statement hung in the air like a challenge, one that Ruhan seemed unwilling to face directly. He deflected, shifting his tone. “And what about you, Dio? You pretend to be above it all, acting like you’re somehow better than me. But let’s not forget—you and I are more alike than you think. You’ve got that same hunger inside you. I can feel it.”

Dio’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t deny it. “Maybe. But I’m not afraid to face it. To admit that I want more. But unlike you, I don’t need to destroy everything around me to find it.”

Ruhan scoffed, but his grip on Diabolos’s body loosened slightly. “You’re a fool, Dio. You think peace will save you. That love and bond will make you strong. But when the time comes, and Orochi’s claws are at your throat, you’ll see just how weak those things really are.”

Dio didn’t flinch. “Maybe. But I’ll take that risk.”

In the Real World:

Jihyo and Voljune stood nearby, their shared consciousness attuned to the changes they sensed inside Dio. They exchanged a glance, knowing full well the battle raging inside him but trusting that he would come through.

“Ruhan doesn’t understand, does he?” Jihyo whispered to Voljune. “He only sees strength in conquest. He can’t comprehend what we see in Dio.”

Voljune’s voice resonated softly within her. “Ruhan is blinded by his own fear of weakness. He believes that vulnerability is a flaw. But Dio… he embraces it. That’s why he’s different. That’s why he’s stronger.”

Jihyo nodded, her heart swelling with pride. She watched Diabolos’s body, noting the subtle shifts in his posture. It was Dio again, she could feel it. But Ruhan lingered, a shadow in the background.

“He doesn’t see what we see in Dio,” Jihyo said quietly. “He can only see him as a vessel. A tool. But Dio is so much more than that.”

Voljune hummed in agreement. “That’s why we’ll win. Not because of brute force, but because we fight with our hearts, not just our fists.”

Jihyo smiled softly, her gaze fixed on Diabolos as he took a steadying breath, the internal dialogue with Ruhan still raging in the depths of his mind. She knew Dio would come through—he always did.

And when he did, he would show Ruhan just how wrong he was about what true strength really meant.

As Diabolos and Ruhan soared through the stars, the ship they were on hummed with an uneasy energy. The silence between them was thick with tension, the kind that could break at any moment. Ruhan was in control, steering the vessel toward the planetary ruins Orochi had begun to consume. Yet, despite his command over Diabolos's body, he could feel Dio's presence just beneath the surface—a coiled serpent, ready to strike if Ruhan let his guard down for even a second.

In the dimly lit corners of the ship, Ruhan’s soldiers whispered amongst themselves. Most of them had followed Ruhan through countless conquests, planets scorched, and civilizations reduced to ash. They were battle-hardened warriors, yet now, many felt a fear they hadn’t experienced in years. Diabolos, Ruhan’s most volatile and dangerous host, was back. And though they had seen him in action before, something was different this time. The usual raw chaos and fury that accompanied Diabolos had been replaced by a malignant calm—a terrifying stillness that hinted at something far more dangerous than brute strength.

A group of Ruhan’s lieutenants huddled near the back of the ship, casting uneasy glances at Diabolos. One of them, a seasoned warrior with gray streaks in his hair and a scar running down his cheek, turned to his comrade with wide eyes.

"I forgot how formidable they were together," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the hum of the ship.

The other, a captain with sharp, calculating eyes, nodded grimly. “It’s unnerving. It’s like their energies match so perfectly, but they despise each other. It makes no sense.”

The lieutenant glanced over at Diabolos, who stood at the ship’s helm with an eerie stillness, his eyes glowing faintly with the shared power between him and Ruhan. “I know, right? Ruhan’s always been obsessed with Narset, thinking she’s the perfect host, but it's not true. Diabolos—he’s the one. And it’s not even close. If it wasn’t for them working together, Ruhan would never have been able to build this empire.”

The captain’s gaze darkened. “Diabolos is more than just a host. He’s unpredictable. Even Ruhan can’t fully control him, and that’s what makes him dangerous. Narset may have power, but Diabolos… he’s something else. Something Ruhan fears, even if he won’t admit it.”

They both watched as Diabolos—Ruhan—stood, commanding the ship with an unsettling sense of calm. His body was poised, every movement deliberate, but beneath it all, there was a brewing storm, an unspoken tension between the two beings sharing the same vessel. Ruhan’s arrogance may have made him believe he was in control, but anyone who knew Diabolos well understood that he was biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Another soldier, standing a few paces away, joined the whispered conversation. “It’s strange, isn’t it? They’re more powerful together, but it’s like a ticking time bomb. How long before Diabolos breaks free?”

The captain sighed, rubbing his temple. “I don’t know. But I do know that when it happens, we’d better be far away from the blast.”

The planetary ruins loomed ahead, a vast wasteland consumed by Orochi’s relentless hunger. As the ship descended, the soldiers braced themselves, knowing full well that what lay ahead would be a battle like none they had ever fought before. But the real war, the one between Ruhan and Diabolos, was already underway.

As the landscape of desolation spread out beneath them, Diabolos instantly recognized the remnants of a planet he had once annihilated: Hebo, the sapient planet, whose cries for survival had echoed in his mind long after the destruction. Memories surged within him—fragments of lives extinguished, hopes dashed, and a vibrant world turned to ash.

"Surprised?" Ruhan’s voice cut through Diabolos’s reverie, his amusement masking a deeper concern. He could feel Diabolos’s distress radiating through their shared psyche. But silence greeted him, heavy and foreboding, amplifying Ruhan’s unease. Diabolos loved to talk, to connect. His silence now signaled something serious—either a strategic maneuver or an emotional upheaval. It was likely both.

Dio knew he was standing on the precipice of his worst-case scenario. The weight of his past actions pressed down on him, a suffocating shroud. He needed to be smart, to act prudently. Drawing on the energy that coursed through him, he summoned the Imagin Saber, its hilt warm against his palm. The blade shimmered with the potential of their combined power, but at this moment, it felt like a reminder of his burden.

As they landed on the planet's surface aboard a skiff, Ruhan’s curiosity pierced the heavy atmosphere. “How did you survive being severed twice?” he asked, his tone half-mocking, half-serious.

“It’s simple. I wanted to live more than you wanted me to die,” Dio replied, a hint of defiance in his voice. The comment earned a genuine laugh from Ruhan.

“God, sometimes I forget how stubborn you are,” Ruhan chuckled, but the mirth was short-lived.

As they approached the titan Orochi, laughter echoed through the barren landscape, cutting through the tension. “I have been expecting you,” the titan boomed, his form shifting and warping into something that was sure to wound them both: Aerith.

Diabolos felt a surge of fury, his body tensing as he instinctively dropped into a defensive stance. Ruhan faltered a flicker of sentimentality and lost love shadowing his expression.

“I knew this form would garner a reaction. Now let’s end this. I have a universe to consume,” Orochi declared, a predatory glint in his eyes. But before he could finish his sentence, before Ruhan or Orochi could even react, Diabolos surged forward, the Imagin Saber slicing through the titan in one fluid motion.

“Color me surprised,” Ruhan shouted, only for his exhilaration to quickly shift to terror as he felt something pull at him—a violation of the worst kind. In that moment of raw fear, Diabolos ripped Ruhan from his body, casting him aside like a discarded husk.

As Ruhan hit the ground, he felt cold, abandoned, and utterly helpless. Watching Diabolos, he saw a new light in his eyes—something he had never witnessed before. It was power, clarity, and a sense of purpose that made Ruhan crave retribution. He was filled with a need to reconnect, to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his.

“Wait!” Ruhan pleaded, moving toward Dio. “We are meant to be one. You are me, I am you.”

But Dio held him at sword point, the tip of the Imagin Saber glinting in the fractured light of the dying world. “Our deal is done,” he declared, his voice icy.

“B-but?” Ruhan protested, pain lacing his words.

Diabolos faced Ruhan and said, "I should kill you, but Riku wouldn't want that. So I will spare you this once with a warning: Leave me be and you'll live otherwise I will destroy everything you hold dear."

"Who cares about any of that garbage? it's all fleeting to what we had. that power. We were a God." Ruhan screamed in agony

Diabolos, unyielding, began to walk away, and as he did, Ruhan felt something shift within him—a hollowing, a deep sadness that threatened to consume him whole. At that moment, clarity struck him: he had mistaken power for unity. They had been at the top of the food chain together, but that bond had crumbled the instant Dio severed their connection.

“No, please don’t leave me,” Ruhan cried, desperation flooding his voice. “We are one! You’re everything I need! You can’t leave me behind!”

Dio turned his back on Ruhan, striding toward the skiff that awaited him. He signaled for Ruhan's empire to pick him up, his expression unreadable. It didn’t matter what the would-be conqueror’s change of heart was; Dio had made his choice.

As the skiff approached, the chasm between them widened. Ruhan’s pleas faded into the wind, a haunting echo that danced between the ruins of Hebo. The titan Orochi, once a looming threat, now stood in silence, witnessing the fracture of two beings who had once been bound by necessity and ambition.

In that void, Ruhan felt a profound loneliness settle deep within him, a weight heavier than any defeat he had ever faced. As he lay on the cold ground, the remnants of a planet he had once cherished, he realized that power alone could not fill the emptiness left by Diabolos’s absence. It was a lesson too late to learn—a truth swallowed by the shadows of ambition.

as his empire picked him up and brought him to Narset. Narset's eyes widened seeing the parasite alone.

"Where is diabolos?" she demanded?"

Ruhan groaned as his people put him back in Narset. What once felt like a fitting glove felt foreign and alien.

as his psyche overpowered and flooded Narset he lamented, "I finally had it all!" she yelled distressed. the power of infinity freedom from fear, and it's gone. now I am stuck, in this form. Ah, how could I have been so blind? Of course, he was hiding more power, but what kind? I have never felt anything like it. It was somehow whimsical but deeply ancient and terrifying. it was so uniquely him. I had it we had it, and it's slipped through my fingers again." Narset cried as she fell to the floor dismissing her people.

"What do I do knowing that such power exists? I can't live like this I need it Narset said as she clawed into her skin desperately searching her or Ruhan's memories for what could have given Dio that power.

Dio arrived back home later that night, stepping through the door with a quiet confidence that immediately caught both Jihyo and Voljune’s attention. He looked different—not just in appearance but in presence, like a man who had undergone a fundamental change.

The moment Jihyo spotted him, her eyes lit up, and she let out a joyful squeal, rushing to greet him. “You’re back!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with relief and excitement.

But as they drew closer, Voljune was the first to notice something unusual. Her keen eyes took in every detail—the faint glow in Dio’s eyes, the way his skin seemed more vibrant, healthier. Most notably, the twin’s presence was gone. She could no longer feel the subtle hum of Ruhan or the remnants of that alien parasite. His scars, the deep marks that had once been etched into his body like battle wounds, had mostly healed over, replaced by smooth skin. Even more striking was the intensity in the air around him, an aura that shimmered with power, like a star caught between implosion and explosion.

It wasn’t just power though—there was peace, a dangerous calm that made Jihyo blink in awe. She hadn’t felt this kind of energy from him before, something about it was… magnetic. Yet, despite the gravity of the aura, it didn’t push them away. In fact, both Jihyo and Voljune felt drawn toward him, as if he were the center of some invisible force field.

“This is… different,” Voljune murmured, a small frown creasing her brow as she stirred within Jihyo. “Something’s shifted. Ruhan’s gone… he’s gone. Completely.”

Jihyo nodded, her eyes sweeping over Dio, but instead of questioning it further, a soft smile broke across her face. “You look… incredible,” she whispered, her voice low with admiration. There was pride there, as if seeing him like this filled her with a sense of awe.

But before she could say anything else, Diabolos crossed the remaining distance between them in a heartbeat, his movements sudden yet graceful, almost like a predator approaching its prey. Jihyo gasped as he grabbed her, pulling her close. There was an undeniable heat between them now, something fierce and primal, radiating from him like the burning core of a star.

Without hesitation, Dio brought his lips to hers, and Jihyo melted into the kiss. There was nothing gentle about it—he kissed her with an intensity she had never felt before, the hunger and passion raw and unrestrained. His hands gripped her tightly, but not in a possessive way—more like a declaration, as if reminding her that he was there, fully present, fully alive. Jihyo responded with equal fervor, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him even closer as their kiss deepened. It was as if the world around them ceased to exist at that moment, and all that remained was the energy crackling between them.

Voljune felt surprised, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of her and Jihyo’s mouths. She hadn’t seen Dio this… free in a long time. The restraint he usually carried with him, the careful consideration of every move, was gone. He was living in this moment with nothing held back.

“Wow, okay,” Voljune muttered under her breath, catching her breath after the kiss. She stared into his eyes and felt his lust rise to the surface. The two beings understood in a moment and surrendered themselves to Dio. His crotch ground into hers during another kiss until they broke it and Diabolos said, “I need you both,” Jihyo and Voljune could feel the desperation in his touch. He needed her reassurance that she was there with him, and Jihyo/Voljune was ready to give it. She smiled as she took him in for another kiss she ground on his crotch where she could feel his bulge surging and ready to meet her folds. Jihyo yelped as he poked her

“Oh someone is very eager.” come on babe let's go to the bedroom. Dio followed her his eyes clouded by lust as she led him. She noticed a change in his touch the hesitancy was gone replaced by an implacable assertiveness and reverence for her that made Jihyo feel heat swell all over her. Dio brought her in for another kiss as they tumbled onto the bed. As they lay entangled in each other’s presence Jihyo smiled.

“With you by my side, I feel like I can take on the world and win,” Jihyo said as she started to take off her top emboldened by his presence.

“You can I know it,” Diabolos affirmed and Jihyo brought him to her chest. She moaned as his tongue swirled around her breast. They locked eyes as Dio switched to the other and Jihyo moaned. She pushed him deeper into her magnificent mounds hoping to smother him in her warm embrace as she continued to grind on his body. Jihyo moans content as Dio explores every part of her breasts and continues to lick massage and grope her mighty mammaries. When finally stops Jihyo pulls him up to her and says, “Let me fucking ride you.” Dio nodded as he opened his pants to her. Jihyo gets up to take her bottoms off. She straddles him and stares into his eyes. Where she sees a list of course but a renewed vigor for life. Jihyo smiled as she sank into his cock only for Dio to stand right up and begin thrusting into her. She moaned as she never knew he could so easily manhandle her like this. She groaned as his cock kisses her cervix with the tip before greedily taking him in for another kiss. She clung to him like a koala as he ravaged her insides with the vigor of an animal before he laid her gently on the bed and continued plowing her. He watched her delicious breast bounce as he fucked her until Jihyo screamed reaching her orgasm. Terrified he pulled out but Jihyo in the throes of violent pleasure grabbed him and said in unison with Voljune, “Put that cock back in me and cum in me or I will rip it off.” now even more terrified. (and aroused) by his girlfriend, he slammed back into her. Jihyo’s screams echoed through their apartment,

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she groaned as Dio ravaged her and her eyes rolled back. Unable to hold back any longer Dio picked up speed and burst inside of her. Jihyo moaned as she felt him cum inside of her sending her into another orgasm. It was then that Dio realized that Jihyo had an impregnation kink. As every single time they fuck she wanted a creampie. Dio smiled and teased her saying, “You wanna be a mom so bad,” Jihyo’s eyes narrowed as she pinned Dio to the bed, and she began riding him. Her pace was ruthless as she took him in and out. Her eyes never left his as she rode him right past the refractory period into another arousal period. Her eyes filled with need as she demanded he fill her again.

“Please Dio give me a baby please,” Jihyo said as she rode. Diabolos for all his strength and power was helpless to stop her as she rode him again and again stringing out orgasm after orgasm until he passed out.

When the warmth in her core left Jihyo looked down to see Dio was unconscious. She chuckled as she got off of him. His cum having filled her womb with seed. She smiled as she lay next to the poor man sensually stroking his cock as he awoke jolting awake. Jihyo locked eyes with him as she never let go and kept nursing his rod back to life gingerly.

When they finally broke apart, Jihyo was breathless, her heart racing as she gazed up at him. “What… what happened to you?” she asked softly, her fingers brushing against his cheek as if to confirm that he was real.

“I moved on,” Dio said a bit perplexed and unsure of how he came to that answer but understanding it was the correct one. Jihyo and Voljune smiled as they lay next to Diabolos happy to see him so vibrant. He was different from the Dio he was before he was severed but the one that stood before them had a new glow to him that was undeniable.

[authorhjk1]

Ultimate Masterlist

Main story:

"Take what you can"

SNSD Village

Special:

December Special

December special 2024

Small Series:

Surviving NNN: (Kim Minju X Choi Yena X Karina X Kim Chaewon X Male Reader)

The Roman goddess:

(Twice's Sana X Male Reader)

Hate Haewon: (completed)

(Nmixx Haewon X Male Reader)

Home

(Kwon Eunbi X Winter X Male Reader)

Colours

(Free-use 30 minutes challenge)

Fromis_9

Nowhere to hide (Nagyung X Male Reader)

A car ride (Baek Jiheon X Male Reader)

IU

Expensive night (IU X Male Reader)

Girl's Generation (SNSD)

Lion Heart (Kim Taeyeon X Male Reader)

Sunbae ( Choi Sooyoung X Male Reader)

Sunbae #2 (Kim Taeyeon X Male Reader)

Submitting to her (Lim Yoona X Male Reader)

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How does SNSD give head?

SNSD's reaction to your big cock

SNSD's favorite positions

How does SNSD like to be eaten out?

SNSD with mommy femdom kink

Sex vacation with SNSD as stepsisters

Itzy

Mirror mirror on the wall... (Karina X Hwang Yeji X Male Reader)

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How does Itzy give head?

How does Itzy cosplay?

Itzy's favorite positions with female reader

Aespa

Mirror mirror on the wall... (Karina X Hwang Yeji X Male Reader)

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How does aespa give head?

How does Aespa like to get bred?

Red Velvet

Incantations of the old moon (Seulgi X Joy X Yeri X Male Reader)

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How does Red Velvet like to be bred?

How does Red Velvet give head?

How does Red Velvet react to cosplay?

How does Red Velvet treat morning wood?

How does Red Velvet drain your energy after a game?

How does Red Velvet give you your best orgasm of your life?

Twice

My girlfriend (Park Jihyo X Male Reader)

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Twice's reaction to their bf getting rough

Gfriend / Viviz

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What are Gfriend's favorite positions?

Dreamcatcher

Two Rings (Jiu X Male Reader)

Punishment (Handong X Male Reader)

Kiss of life

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How does Kiss of life give head?

Ive

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How does Ive give head?

How does Ive beg to be bred?

Blackpink

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How does Blackpink react to you cuming inside?

Shorts:

Check out #authorhjk1shorts in the tags of this post for small scenes and ideas I wrote.

[ghostykapi]

baby let’s do it all night

jihyo & fem!reader // fluff but also 😊 it’s filth. minors dni or i will throw you into the abyss

jihyo decided that you were a peculiar person to ever become friends with, so much more to be lovers with.

don’t get her wrong or anything, she loves having you as her girlfriend. always so ever so caring, gentle, understanding and sweet to her. kisses that leave her chasing your lips as you pull away. hugs that bring her back down to earth with sweet whispers into her ears

it’s just that while you have seen her in different kinds of clothes, she hasn’t seen you wear anything that doesn’t have long sleeves. she hasn’t even set in a foot in of your house despite the many requests that she makes only for you to shyly decline.

she doesn’t want to push boundaries or make you feel uncomfortable, but when the opportunity presents itself, she simply takes it.

it’s a weekday when you visit her at her company, bringing extra food for the group and her favorite drinks to keep her energized. you have been a regular visitor ever since they started prepare for their latest comeback and so it was no surprise to see a spot on the couch for you to lounge on

they welcome you in, seemingly on a short break before going back to their own conversations with each other. you then set the food down before turning to your girlfriend who has been eyeing you from the corner of the couch the whole time

she pulls you down, making you lay on top of her into a weird but workable position for cuddles.

“how is practice so far my love?” you ask as she slithers her arms around you

“good, we managed to refine some steps and had less mistakes” she mumbles against you, sighing in content with the way you play with her hair “what food did you get this time?”

“some kebab and chicken. there’s also a vegan wrap for tzuyu somewhere in there i think” you take a look to see what the others are doing, only to see at least half of them preparing the food on the ground

“mmmmmm yum” she smiles as she kisses you softly, the smallest noise of surprise coming out of you “thank you for the food jaji, you’re truly the best”

“anything for-“

“yeah yeah you’re in love we get it” jeongyeon groans as she hovers over both of you, seemingly ready to carry you both to the food herself “now can we please eat”

you laugh softly as you both get up before jeongyeon personally carries you both herself. the food is already laid out in a circle for everyone to grab so after a quick thanks, you all flow into conversation

it feels nice to see you talk with her members, jihyo realizes. it gives her sense of comfort to see you enthusiastically ask sana her latest perfume, or seeing you conversing with dahyun on what’s the best way to stretch before playing any instrument

jihyo snaps out of her thoughts when you drape your jacket over her, noticing how she was starting to shiver. you don’t stop your conversation with tzuyu on what’s the best vegan recipe you’ve done, but almost everyone’s eyes immediately turn towards your now exposed arms, black tattoos littered on your left arm and red tattoos on your right arm.

it’s not until tzuyu also notices it and suddenly you can feel everyone’s curious gaze on the amount of ink that’s permanently on your arm. you feel a bit small under their gazes but when you turn to look at your girlfriend, it seems that her gaze holds something else

“you have red tattoos” chaeyoung gasps in awe, getting closer to inspect it “that’s so cool! how long did you have them unnie?”

“about five now” you remember the long sessions that let you have this and the long recovery time that came with it “the black ones are a little earlier by a few months”

“well it’s looks like we’re not the only ones amazed by it” nayeon teases “right jihyo?”

holy shit i want her, screams jihyo’s mind, i want her and those arms worshiping me

“definitely” jihyo distractingly says, earning loud laughs from her unnies and giggles from the younger ones “definitely amazed”

for the whole practice, jihyo’s eyes move away from her own form on the mirror to yours. simply lounging around the couch with your arms still exposed and your shirt fitting snugly against your skin.

it’s not even a problem for her if her eyes are glued on you, as her body is moving on autopilot to the music and counting. her mind not fully invested in, it’s wondering to what you can do to her as what she can do to you.

the only time her head is back to reality is when you’re already bidding goodbye to her members as you both head home. her eyes glued to your arms the entire car ride and the way they flex as you grip the steering wheel

“can we stay at your place for the night?” she asks, just like the many times before, only this time she’s almost desperate for it to come true

you glance at her before turning your focus on the road, finger tapping on the wheel in contemplation

“i don’t see why not” you reply after a minute of thinking “just don’t judge my collections please”

jihyo doesn’t care about the collections you arranged in your living room (she does, it’s absolutely cute when she looks at how organized it is with labels). she just wants to know if there are more inked artworks underneath that clothing

she doesn’t jump straight into that right away, opting to first cuddle with you on your couch as you ramble about how each collection means to you.

it’s just that she can’t help it that midway your explanation, her hand starts to slips under your shirt before tracing patterns on your hip, effectively distracting you.

you stutter a bit before she kisses you, with every intention to ruin your legs. you don’t complain, as you pull her closer with your hands trying to find any piece of skin that might help with grounding you down

“you look so good with those tattoos” jihyo is hungry and it’s evident in the way she dominates the kiss, leaving you moaning and whimpering underneath her

“is that why you’ve been looking at me like i’m a meal all day?” you can barely get the sentence out before she attacks your neck with her mouth, leaving a lot of marks in her wake

“yes, and i plan on fulfilling that if you don’t mind” she has half the mind to rip out your shirt, but it’s you who pushes her a bit back to get a breather

“you can fulfill it in the bedroom” you try to breath for some air to calm you down a bit, but she’s already making you stand up and dragging you to what she can assume is your bedroom

pushing you down on the bed, she wastes no time into kissing you with every intention to make you come into overstimulation.

it doesn’t take long too for you to completely in her mercy. it’s after fifteen minutes in and all of your clothing is removed from your bodies, her mouth whispering sweet dirty little praises into your ear and her fingers plunging in deep into your pussy

“look at you” jihyo coos, her voice dripping with lust as you moan out everytime she pushes her fingers in to hit that sweet spot “my girl is taking me so well isn’t she?”

you can barely give a coherent answer to her as you feel you hips rocking back into her fingers without a single proper thought in your mind. only thing you would probably think right now is the pleasure that’s being given to you

“i’m gonna come i’m gonna come i’m gonna come” you chant, your thighs starting to shake and her mouth kissing each tattoo on your arms that extends to your chest. her mouth stopping at your tits to give each one a good suck

“do it” she growls, the palm of her hand hitting your clit that sends jolts of pleasure throughout your body “i want you to make a mess on my fingers”

you let go with a scream and you swear you see in jihyo’s eyes the lust overtaking her, as she then replaces her fingers with her mouth to drink up anything she can get

“hngg hyo” you gasp out, hands gripping her hair and the sheets as she doesn’t let you rest. her tongue plunging in deep to taste more of you “‘m so sensitive-fuck-i i’m-shiiiit-fucking shaking baby-oh god”

“good” she hums and the vibrations against your sensitive pussy making your moans get louder by the second

she doesn’t even stop there after she makes you come against her mouth. it takes you both fucking like bunnies for hours on end to absolutely satisfy her hunger.

even in the early hours of the morning, she takes time to worship your tattoos as you litter parts of her chest (mostly under the boobs) marks of your own.

even in the morning after, as time calls for you to get out of bed, where you both have work to do, she would end up finding out your sex toys by the bed side. so you both end up calling in sick as you slide in that strap into her pussy and your mouth sucking on her tits as a reward for last night’s good behavior

[twice-inamillion]

Family Trip

Fluff and Smut (adventure, family time)(teasing, sex, dom Jihyo, cowgirl riding, creampie, talking about breeding)

Chapter 214

2124 Words 

(The first trip as a married couple with Jisoo. Some fluff moment and with a happy ending. 😏)

After your honeymoon, the two of you decide on a family trip with Jisoo. “Are you excited to go on a trip with mommy and daddy?” asks Jihyo. Jisoo nods and smiles. “Okay, then you will need your sweater and your toy.” Jisoo makes her way down the bed, runs to get her sweater and stuffed toy, and puts it inside her backpack. 

You leave just before sunrise for a morning hike to Diamond Head State Park. Jisoo tries her best to make the hike but can only walk on flat surfaces. “Daddy, up,” says Jisoo, who puts her hands up. You put her inside her baby carrier and climb up the stairs to the top of the mountain. When you arrive at the top, the sun rises, “We made it just in time." Jihyo takes a photo of you and Jisoo with the sunrise in the background. 

“Say cheese!”

Jisoo smiles and holds a heart sign, which makes Jihyo laugh. You then take a picture of Jihyo and Jisoo and a family photo of the beautiful background. 

After the hike, the three of you enjoy a light breakfast before going to the second stop of your trip. Jisoo can’t help but be excited to go whale watching. Before arriving in Hawaii, the two of you would read Jisoo, a book on whales, before going to sleep. When she was asked what she wanted to do while she was in Hawaii, she immediately replied, “Big whale, big whale!” 

The three of you arrive at the port and are the first trip of the day. You board the large boat and take your seats inside. The ship departs from the port, as Jisoo is glued to the window trying to look for the whales. 

“Jisoo, there are no whales here.”

“No?” Titling her head in confusion.

“We need to be in the middle of the ocean because the whales are so big,” says Jihyo.

“Whale, big?” 

“Yes, some whales are bigger than this boat.”

“Whale eat?” as she points at the two of you.

“Ohh no, the whale doesn’t eat people. Remember how the book said it eats small creatures called krill.” Jisoo nods her head and stares back at the window. 

About an hour into the boat ride, there is an announcement that there has been a site of a pod of whales nearby. Jisoo’s ear perks up and asks you to go outside.

The three of you head out and walk to where the captain points. Jihyo takes out a pair of binoculars for the two of you to use. It doesn’t take long before you get a glimpse of the whale’s fin, “Look, Jisoo, it's right in front of you.” Jisoo lifts her binoculars and sees the whale showing its head, “ama, whale!”

Jisoo turns to Jihyo and points out, “Look, whale!” You hand over the binoculars to Jihyo, “You’re right; good job, Jisoo, you found the whale.” Jisoo can’t help but feel proud of her finding.

The captain steers the boat closer to where the whale was sighted. “Right before us is a humpback whale in its feeding ground. One of our deckhands communicated with us that they have also caught sight of a calf, so we need to be extra careful.”

“Did you hear that Jisoo? The captain said that they saw a calf, a baby whale.”

“Baby whale? Jisoo?” pointing at herself. 

Jihyo responds, “Yes, a baby just like Jisoo.”

“I see, baby.”

“Ohh, we need to be extra careful. We don’t want to scare the calf away.” 

The three of you wait for a few minutes until the water bubbles up. The whale jumps out of the water and crashes down, causing a huge splash. Jisoo points and laughs out loud, “Whale jump, whale jump!” 

Before the whale came out, Jihyo took out her phone to record Jisoo’s reaction. She knew Jisoo would go crazy if the whale came out jumping from the water. Jisoo moves her hands excitedly as the whale leaps from the water. Jihyo can’t believe she caught this beautiful moment. 

The whale stays afloat for a few minutes, eating the large amount of krill that swarms on the surface. Out of nowhere, Jisoo sees the calf pop its head, “Baby, baby!”

“You’re right; the baby saw you and wanted to say hi.”

“Baby, hi?”

“Yes, baby, wanted to say hi to Jisoo.”

Jisoo laughs, “Hug, baby!”

“Ohh, you can’t hug the baby; it's too big. Maybe when you’re older, you can swim with it.” 

After going back and forth, Jisoo is convinced and understands that she can not hug the calf.

The boat arrives at the port, and the three of you give your thanks to the captain. “Bye-bye!” Jisoo turns around to Jihyo, says, “Jisoo hungry,” and rubs her belly.

You stop at a local Hawaiian shop and get some food before heading to the beach. When you arrive at the beach, Jihyo walks to a good spot with some shade as you carry your belongings. Jisoo watches and eats her pineapple ice cream and shouts, “Apa, tent!” rushing you to hurry with setting up the tent. “Okay, okay, I got it.”

After setting up the tent, you all enjoy some ice cream and food as you watch the waves crash to the shore. Jisoo extends her arms, “Ama, boobs, boobs!” Jisoo crawls to her mother and lifts up her shirt, exposing her bra. “Okay, okay, you want to drink mommy’s milk,” as she releases her breasts from her bra. 

Jisoo immediately positions her head and attaches her mouth to Jihyo’s nipple. She starts to suck on Jihyo’s breast aggressively, causing her to moan slightly. You can’t help but laugh at Jihyo for her sudden reaction. She throws her bra, which hits your face. Jihyo laughs at you, but instead, you take her bra and give it a sniff, to which she says, “Babe, you’re gross.” 

“Haha, you know we’ve done worse,” giving her a smirk.

“Haha, that’s true.” 

After a few minutes of breastfeeding, Jisoo falls asleep, attached to her mother’s breast. Jihyo places her on the floor of the tent and covers Jisoo with her blanket. “Aww, she looks cute, doesn’t she.” 

Suddenly, she feels your head on her lap, and you say, “Mommy, I’m hungry too,” giving her a pair of puppy dog eyes. She gives you an annoyed face before you attach your mouth to her breast. You slowly begin to suckle on her nipple, causing her to release a slow moan, “Ahh… babe. That feels nice.” You increase the pace of your sucking, which increases her cry. She can feel herself getting wet but then hears Jisoo whine in her sleep, making her release her nipple from your mouth.

 “Why did you stop?”

“She’s going to wake up.” 

“Dang, okay,” you pout.

The two of you instead lay next to Jisoo and talk about the past few days. The ups and downs and what is on the schedule for the next few weeks. She also asks you for an update on the house, which there is some process but is still a few months away from completion. Eventually, she falls asleep like Jisoo, and you decide to enjoy your time at this very moment.

You return to the house and have a light dinner before showering. Jihyo decides to bathe with Jisoo as you clean up the kitchen and get your items ready for tomorrow. After you are finished, you hop into the shower as Jihyo gets Jisoo ready for bed. With the water muffling any outside noise, you clear your head and enjoy your time alone. 

Done with your shower, you see Jihyo covering Jisoo with her blanket. “She fell asleep so fast; she must have been so tired.”

“We did wake up earlier than usual. She didn’t even complain one bit  throughout the day.”

“Our baby is growing up,” says Jihyo with a warm smile.”

“You’re right; our baby is growing up so fast.”

Jihyo then turns around and touches your chest, “Let’s continue where we left off.” She stares at you with lustful eyes and pushes you onto the couch.

“Wait… what are you doing?”

“I said I want to continue where we left off.”

“But Jisoo is here.”

“So, she’s asleep, and I don’t think she’ll wake up until tomorrow.” She undoes your towel and pulls out your limp cock, and gives it a few strokes. Jihyo lifts her oversized shirt and aligns your cock to her entrance, slowly lowering herself into your cock, causing her to moan.

With your cock between her walls, she slowly rides you. You can feel your core burning up and your cock throbbing due to her tightness. 

She whispers in your ear, “I can feel your cock getting bigger inside of me,” which makes you immediately go to full size. Now, at full length, she increases the pace as she rides you like one of her toys. 

You try not to make any noise and not wake up Jisoo, and you bite your lip and try your hardest not to make a sound. The only sound in the room is of flesh slapping against each other as Jihyo rides you like a mating bull. 

You don’t want to be the only one nude, so you lift up Jihyo’s oversized shirt and toss it on the floor. With your hands on her ass, she begins to thrust harder, causing your thighs to turn red. To what seems like thirty minutes of pure riding, Jihyo knows you are at your limit. She comes closer to your ear and whispers, “I know you’re about to cum just like I am. So where do you want to shoot it? Inside or outside?”

It’s a no-brainer, and respond, “You know the only choice is inside.” 

“Why did I even ask? You’re always one to get a girl dirty right after they get cleaned.”

“What can I say? I like marking my girls with my seed.”

Teasing you, she says, “And what do you like doing to your girls with your seed?”

“I like breeding them.”

“Ohh, you like breeding us?”

“Yes, just like right now. I want to breed you all night and give our daughter another sibling.”

“If you want to, do it.”

“Really?”

“No. You know how busy we are with the tour.”

“Fuck, you’re right.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can't just fuck me here and there. I’m on the pill, so you can cum inside of me as much as you want.”

“You really know how to make a guy happy, huh.”

“I know you like the back of my hand. I know you’re about to burst at any moment, so let me give you a push,” and lifts herself once more before slamming herself with full force. 

Both of your floodgates burst wide open, releasing your orgasms at once. Her love juice and your thick cum collide with one another, mixing into something new. Jihyo spasms as she rides her orgasm, tightening her walls around your cock and milking you of all you’re worth. 

After a few minutes, she regains her composure and asks you to bring her to bed. “You don’t want to clean yourself first?”

“No, why would I? I love the feeling of hot baby batter in my tummy.” You can't help but get turned on again. “I see our little friend here is still full of energy. How about you go clean up the mess, and if you’re still hard, I’ll let you sleep with your cock inside of me.” 

You try your best to clean yourself and the mess before going to bed. Luckily, your friend didn’t disappoint and stood tall and proud the whole time. 

You climb onto the bed slowly, not to wake Jisoo from her sleep. Jihyo turns around and whispers, "I guess you’re still hard. A promise is a promise," and turns around with her back facing you. She sticks her but out, teasing you as you get closer to her. She grabs your hard cock and aligns it to her entrance before taking in the first two inches of your meat. “It’s in, you can put in the rest.” 

You grab her waist and shove your whole length inside her womb, causing her to moan slowly. Jihyo, in a spooning position with you, grinds herself onto you and makes sure that every inch of “you” is warm. She slowly falls asleep with your embrace and her baby next to her. 

[multiphandomunnies]

Jihyo

goodbye

special

my bff

secret love

jihyo’s fort (*M*)

she’s dreaming

christmas special

carnation

help me

gf! jihyo

beach! jihyo

trust me

strawberry milk

perfect

all that mattered

i’m here for you

separation anxiety

memories of the past

down in the dumps

kissing jihyo

our pond is our little secret

kissing jihyo

soulmate au

quick

[renku]

renku's masterlist

Hi, renku here, can call me “ren” for short.

Some reminders about this blog:

>> All idols/celebrities mentioned or posted here are strictly all in the legal age—a rule of thumb. Don’t even attempt to interact if you’re a pedophile.

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List of Works:

• Chou Tzuyu [TWICE] - Up and Under

• Choi Yunjin (Jini) [Soloist] - Shared Bliss

• Yoo Jimin (Karina) [aespa] - Poolside

• Im Yeojin [Loossemble/LOONA] - Catering Demand and Need

• Park Jihyo [TWICE] - Intrusive Thoughts

• Minatozaki Sana [TWICE] - Smoothie

• Aiah Arceta [BINI] - Cherry (Not) on Top

• Kim Youha [Soloist] - Complications & Acceptance (new)

★ List will be regularly updated when new fics are uploaded.

Thank you and have a good day.

- ren :)

[alcoholfreenayeon]

What about some Jihyo x actor fem!reader fluff please! Maybe there’s been rumors that the two have been seeing each other for a while after meeting at an event. Pictures of the two taken from a far hanging out and eating at restaurants. Then the reader is in an upcoming major film and one of the premieres is in Seoul and Twice is invited to attend. Just some cute stuff like the two making small gestures like eye contact and smiling at each other across the red carpet or being seen taking photobooth pictures at the after party. Please and thank you hehe :)

AN: sorry for the long wait anon. Hope you like this!

Jihyo x Actor Fem!Reader

Caught in the Act

It’s always a good day when you are on a date with your lovely girlfriend especially when she’s none other than Park Jihyo herself. Add to that the pleasant weather and the good food that’s about to be served, life doesn’t get much better than this really.

So, how’s your day been darling?, “Jihyo interrupts your thoughts, her cute smile sparking with curiosity.

“Well, you know the initial reaction to the movie as been much better than expected from the critics so I think this might be it, my introduction to the world.” You couldn’t help but feel extremely proud. This was your potential breakthrough after all. You hear your phone go off a few times but ignore it and continue, “Then there’s the premier coming up in a few days and as you would have found out yesterday, Twice are invited!”.

Jihyo smiles sweetly and proudly as she listens to you be so happy. “Yea I got the invitations yesterday, why didn’t you tell me about that before!, she pouts.

“I wanted to surprise you”, you tease, glancing at your phone again as another bunch of notifications pop off.

“Ah well it was a very pleasant surprise!” Jihyo almost squealed. “I’m so happy for you”. She paused for a moment as your notifications went crazy yet again. “Ooohhh, the premier hasn’t even happened and miss y/n has become such a busy star already.” She teased with a wink.

“Ugh I’m so sorry about this”, you say sincerely deciding to check what the issue is, “I don’t know why……oh….no…..”, you mild annoyance slowly turns to dread as you look through your notifications. You’ve been tagged in social media posts, your manager has been messaging you, media agencies have been messaging you, fans have been messaging you with the only common denominator being some pictures. Pictures of you and Jihyo from yesterday, last month and other times when the two of you met recently. Your eyes scanning the same words in all of the messages

Caught

Dating

Exposed

Scandal

Your hands start to shake as you realize the ramifications this could potentially have. Suddenly the relaxing atmosphere of the restaurant felt very tense, the glass walls made you feel exposed and the other people here made you nervous. You felt absolutely terrified, your personal life, your career and your girlfriend’s career were all at stake here. As scared as you were right now, it was important to begin damage control as soon as possible. You look at Jihyo who was resting her head in her hand glancing at you seriously while using her phone presumably waiting for you to be done. She probably knows by now as well since she’d likely have been contacted as well.

Taking a deep breath, you grab her hand and quickly drag her, away from the windows, away from the people to the closest secluded area you could find…which happened to be the bathroom. Pushing Jihyo inside, your close the door, wait a few seconds and peek out to see if anyone saw you two come here.

“We need to hurry, someone might come in”,

You nod in agreement and sigh in relief to see no activity you turn back to Jihyo only to see that she has lifted up her top, her breasts exposed and was in the process of pulling down her pants, her cheeks slightly red and her face full of excitement.

“What the HELL are you doing????”, you ask in astonishment.

“What do you think love”, Jihyo flirts squeezing her tits together with a wink.

“Jeez! That’s not why I brought you here!”, you reply, your cheeks flushing. “Put your clothes back on! Someone might walk in!”

“Ahhn what’s going on with you”, Jihyo protests, feeling confused and a bit disappointed.

“They found out.”, you say grimly. “I’ve been getting a lot of messages and there’s pictures circulating and everyone is talking about a potential scandal and-”

“Whoa whoa, calm down. What are you talking about? People found out?”

“I don’t know how? I’ve been receiving so many messages and….didn’t you see it?”

“I keep my notifications off….”

You show her what you’ve found out and Jihyo looks worried now.

“Im surprised, I thought we were quite careful. Maybe we got a bit sloppy recently but for now…..Ok, I think we go back home for now, talk with our companies and then see if we need to address this publicly”, Jihyo says seriously.

You take a deep breath and nod. You let Jihyo leave first and wait about 10 minutes before you go back as well. You didn’t have the courage to check your phone again and were fearing the worst.

On your way back, you called your manager to ask what was going to happen and were a bit relieved to find out that all mostly speculation but the fact that two of five pictures had captured Jihyo and your face cleanly and it was obvious that it was the two of you. Your manager informs you that as of now it would be viable to keep quiet and then the company can say the two of you are friends hanging out, but this stance could change depending on the reaction of the general public. It was too soon to gauge the true reaction of the people right now and it would take a few more hours to assess the situation more accurately.

You spent the next few hours watching some Netflix, trying to distract yourself from the drama till you got further news from the agency. It wasn’t very effective though since your thoughts kept drifting back to it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity you got a call from your manager, no, it’s Jihyo. You take a deep breath and answer the call,

“Hey”

“hey….”

“did you see it?”, she asks with a hint of excitement in her voice.

“what? See what?”, you question back, confused.

“Open your socials, see what everyone has been saying”

You do as she says and immediately come across a barrage of negative threads about the two of you which only reaffirms your fears but as you keep scrolling through you are completely surprised to find out that despite the initial outrage the fans and public are actually overwhelming supportive of you and Jihyo.

“I never thought Y/N had rizz like that to pull Jihyo!”

“Jihyo is so real for going for Y/N”

“Just based off the photos I can tell these two are so cute together”  

“NOW I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THEM AT THE PREMIERE”

You didn’t know how to react now. People were seeming for rooting for you both but what does it really mean you and Jihyo got away with it? That there wouldn’t be any real consequences? It seems too good to be true.

“Hellooo are you still there Y/n?”

You were so relieved that you had completely forgotten you were on a call with Jihyo. “Y-yeah, I’m still here.”

“Everyone from my side thinks that everything will be more or less alright since people aren’t very angry about it.”

Hearing Jihyo say those words meant a lot and you felt a lot less tense now and were a bit more relaxed. “That’s so good to hear. I still haven’t heard anything from my side, so I hope they tell me the same soon.”

By the next morning your agency had assured you that everything was fine and there would be no major problems. With only two days left for the premiere, time seemed to fly by. Mostly due to how hectic and busy things had been for you but also partly because you were quite nervous about it all.

Finally, the day of the premiere arrived, the whole morning was nerve wrecking, you just kept thinking of all the ways that things could go wrong. Thankfully you managed to get it under control as the day went on until it was actually time for the premiere. When you arrived at the red carpet the first thing that you noticed was the sheer number of people present. Were they all there for you? That seemed entirely insane to you, maybe your driver messed up and now you were at the wrong place and now you were going to get embarrassed when you end up missing your own premiere. However, as soon as you got out of the car, you were absolutely hounded by the crowd of people. They seemed to be speaking in sync, but you couldn’t make out a single word with all the noise. After the initial excitement wore out you could finally make out some of the questions and began to answer them.

Just as you were beginning to get comfortable, the crowd goes wild again as someone else arrives at the carpet. As the car door opens, time seems to slow down and steps out Jihyo looking absolutely gorgeous, her hair perfect, her smile making you feel weak even if it wasn’t directed at you. She greets the crowd as the rest of Twice step out. You were still mesmerized when you snapped out of it realizing that a lot of eyes were still on you. Your cheeks began to flush a bit as you tried to act like it was nothing. Some people in the crowd seemed to have caught on and you could hear a few ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’. Pretending like you didn’t hear them, you decided to move on.

As the rest of the cast turns up, time seems to fly by and before you know it, it’s time to watch the premiere. Everything was going well, in fact every time you appeared in a scene a certain section of the crowd a few rows behind you seemed to cheer loudly. Only when the interval began, and the lights turned on did you realize the loud section of fans were sitting near Jihyo. You didn’t really know how to feel about this. It was kinda sweet maybe-

Your thoughts were interrupted as she made her way towards you flashing you a quick smile before heading to the snack bar. Even though you were quite relaxed on the outside, that small smile from Jihyo made you feel really warm and fuzzy on the inside. You followed her to the snack bar, greeting some fans along the way before stopping next to her. The two of you looked at each other for a moment, smiled and then turned away ordering snacks.

Of course, you wanted to kiss her, but this was NOT the place for that despite the fans seemingly egging the two of you to do something. Coincidentally you both ended up walking back together which caused some whooping from the crowd causing both of you to blush a little while making your way back to the seats.

The rest of the premiere went quite smoothly, and the people absolutely loved it, and you couldn’t be prouder of your work. You ended up taking pictures with each fan in the premiere. While you were about to exit, you were pulled in by Jihyo who told you to keep quiet and that she wanted you to follow her out the back.

“I want you all to myself for some time now”, Jihyo says endearingly. You have no complains, in fact this was exactly what you wanted as well. While the rest of Twice and the movie cast were a bit confused at the disappearances of their members, both groups were busy enough to not put two and two together.

[vorrentis]

Reader x Jihyo - Looking Out For You (Part 2)

Reworked to the fullest and the teaser that Jihyo released this morning made me want to work more on it.

Will release Part 3 on her album day.

WORDS: 5509

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SLING

Jihyo quickly ran through the automatic doors and towards the front desk with a speed that could rival the Flash.

Her steps are heavy as she panted from running from her car.

GRIP

"(YN)?! (YN) (LN)!?" She asked the receptionist.

"Excuse-"

"(YN)! (Y-YN)!" Jihyo tapped her hand on the desk to hurry her up, "please!"

"Jihyo! W-wait, relax..." her father caught his breath coming from behind as he just managed to catch up to her.

As soon as they heard that you were at the hospital Jihyo informed her parents and the three were off.

"What's your relation-"

"His friend! Best friend! Please I need to know!" She yelled hoping the receptionist can witness her direness.

"Jihyo, calm down." Her dad stated as he looked around at the eyes staring at them.

"Give me just a second." The receptionist typed on her computer.

"I-is he okay!?" Jihyo gulped as the receptionist pressed enter.

"...I'm afraid he's still in surgery." Her answer made Jihyo feel faint, her head wobbly all of a sudden.

Surgery.

That's never good.

"Hey, hey hey Jihyo," her father gripped her arms noticing her shaky stance.

"Is he alright?" This time Ms. Park came from the back at a slower pace.

"He's in surgery, but Jihyo isn't well." He said as the mother came on the other side.

"Sweetie?" She spotted her side profile as her eyes were lost and wandered.

"He-he's in su-i-is he alright?" She muttered to the receptionist.

"I-I have no knowledge of-"

"You work here!" Jihyo yelled as the worker leaned back, "how do you not-"

"Jihyo! Enough!" her dad yelled as Jihyo stopped but didn't turn to him, "we'll have to wait, come on,"

"But-"

"No buts! There's nothing we can do but wait."

Jihyo's eyes stung a bit while taking a frustrated sigh and letting her hands drop.

"We're very sorry," the mom said to the worker while pulling her daughter away from the counter with her husband's help.

The worker leaned back forward.

She understood Jihyo's reaction, wasn't the first time a worried one acted like that.

Once we were a bit further from the desk, her mom walked forward in front of her, witnessing her distressed expression.

She put a hand on the arm she was near a moment ago, comforting her daughter.

"I know you're very worried, but acting like this isn't going to help anyone." She stated as Jihyo looked down, shoulders hunched.

"I-I just want to see him. I need to know if he's okay Mom..." 

Her mom instinctively brought her into her body and in a warm hug.

"He's going to be fine sweetie. He's alright, they'll do everything they can to help him." 

"He will be Jihyo. (YN) will push through." Her dad spoke while patting the top of her head as Jihyo took quick breaths to calm down.

"...I-I'm sorry..."

"No no, don't be, it's okay." Her mom cooed in her ear.

"Jihyo?" 

The three heard her name as they each turned, Jihyo and her mom breaking the hug to spot your mother standing a few feet away.

"M-Mrs. (LN),"

And Jihyo's attempt at calming herself was halted as she walked towards her, "i-is (YN)-"

"It's nothing critical, he needs to be patched up, but he'll be okay," she answered quickly as Jihyo felt at ease very quickly.

"R-really?" She nodded as Jihyo covered her mouth as her newborn tears of sadness were turned to joy.

Upon seeing this, your mother walked forward and hugged Jihyo as her mom did a few seconds ago.

"He's okay, he's okay," your mother kept repeating as Jihyo nodded while she looked behind to see her parents, "thank you for coming."

"Of course (Mom's Name)." Mrs. Park nodded as the father nodded in response too, "and (Dad's name)?"

"He's on the way from work." She answered while pulling away from Jihyo took a shaky breath of relief, "deep breaths," she said while Jihyo nodded, "let's all sit down." she suggested as the parents nodded while Jihyo was ushered by your mother to vacant seats.

As she sat down, her parents each gave a hug to your mother and joined Jihyo on either side of her, her mom holding her daughter's hand while her father patted her shoulder on the either side, your mom on the other side of them sitting as well.

"What happened?" Her dad questioned as your mom leaned back on her chair.

"Car crash."

"God..." Mrs. Park whispered as Jihyo felt extremetly ill.

Even knowing that you were going to be okay, you getting hurt wasn't something she needed to hear.

"A collision with another car is all I know." She said as she looked down, "I-I don't even know where he got a car, his is at home. H-he wasn't even far away either..."

"We're very sorry (Mom's Name)." Mr. Park assured as your mom sighed and sat upright again.

She looked at Jihyo looking aimlessly at the floor, her hands gripping together.

"Thank you. All of you. For all your help..." She said looking up at you three in Korean (she taught you), "we're grateful for everything. If there's anything you need, my husband and I will do what we-"

"You don't need to say that (Mom's Name," Mrs. Park cut her off, "we're glad to help." 

Your mother nodded.

"(Mom's name)!?" 

All four turned to the entrance to spot your francic father running in.

"(Father's Name)." His wife stood up as he looked and quickly went to her.

"I-Is he-"

He asked upon closing the space as she waved her hands.

"He'll be okay, doctors are working on him now."

The look of relief invaded him as he looked away with a deep exhale.

"Oh thank-..." he stepped closer to her and the two hugged tightly as the Park family watched and the parents stood up as well.

He pulled away after a few seconds and your mother nudged her head to them as he turned to them and walked towards them as the two shared a hug with him too.

"Thank you three for coming," he stated as the two nodded, "and Jihyo," he called to her as she looked up at him, "thank you for the help, we owe you a lot."

That hurt Jihyo the most.

It was because of her that all this happened.

Jihyo nodded slowly as your father turned to his wife.

"So we're waiting?" He asked his wife as she nodded, "okay," he then joined his wife while Jihyo's parents sat down once more.

After that, the five sat in silence. 

Jihyo sat there, holding her hands together while thinking of you only.

While you were deemed to be okay, she prayed for you.

Jihyo was afraid.

Jihyo was afraid of your health.

Jihyo needed you to be okay for her.

Jihyo knows it's selfish and wrong to think that, after what she did to you. 

But she couldn't even be herself when you were gone.

Jihyo needed you.

And once you were okay, she vowed to do everything to apologize and do whatever it takes to get your forgiveness.

That is if you even wanted to talk to her.

She wouldn't blame you if that were the case.

But she hoped you were kind enough to hear her words once more.

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TICK

TOCK

TICK

TOCK

Jihyo sat anxiously in the sterile hospital lobby, her eyes fixed on the swinging doors that separated her from the maze of corridors where you were receiving medical attention. 

The lights overhead, the talks around buzzed softly, casting an unnatural feeling on the faces of the five sitting who, like her, were caught in the limbo between hope and nervousness.

Beside her, Jihyo's family members exchanged hushed conversations, their faces etched with concern. 

Your mother eyes shut while your father fidgeted in his seat, his unease evident in the tapping of his restless fingers against the armrest.

Twenty-six minutes pass, but it felt like hours, each tick of the clock on the wall amplifying Jihyo's worries. 

She traced patterns on her lap, her thoughts swirling in a maelstrom of uncertainty. 

Her mind replayed various images and memories of you and her to keep her spirits high, but it wasn't 100% effective.

However, it wasn't long till..

"Mrs. (LN)?"

We all looked up to see a man in a blue scrubs approaching.

"Yes?" They all stood up as he looked at the other four.

"Are all you for (YN)?"

"Yes," Your mother stated.

"Very well, my name is Dr. Smith, and I was in charge of (YN)'s surgery. I understand that this is a very difficult time for you five, but the surgery was successful, he's in stable condition."

All five sighed in relief and felt their bodies lessened of weight.

"Oh, oh god, thank you doctor," your father stated.

"..." He didn't respond to that as the five emotions were getting mixed, instead... "follow me please."

He turned as the five followed with pace, following him through a double doors and in a hallway.

"There's a concern we have about him. I need to be candid with you five about his current state."

The five felt ill.

"I'll explain when we see him." 

Jihyo was finally going to see you.

This was what she wanted, yet she didn't feel ready.

And again, they all followed but with a weight of that 'concern' on them.

A minute later and the doctor came to a stop in front of a window pane as the five knew you were behind that glass, but when seeing you, they lost the function to breath. 

Jihyo the most.

You were laying there with an oxygen mask over your mouth, bandages on the left side of your head and your left arm in a cast.

Cables connected to the machines on the left side of you as each person stared in awe.

Your father covered his mouth, mother stepped forward towards the glass, hand on the pane, Jihyo's parents stared and stand still as Jihyo suffered to contain her emotions.

"He's stable rest assured. But as you know he was in car crash," Dr. Smith resumed as they kept their eyes on you, "the other car collided with him on the side of the driver's seat thus resulting in most damage on the left side of his body. His arm is broken, but other than a few scrapes and scratches, it'll be okay, nothing to serious from that. He also had a shard of glass on his left side of his torso that's been removed, stitched, and taken care of as well."

Each person winced at each injury, but were glad that it was taken-

"About the concern that we have," they all turned to him, "there was significant damage to the left side of his head and along the way. He made contact with a hard surface, his body went into a comatose state on the way here as a result."

"C-comatose?" Mrs. Park stated, "h-he's in a coma?"

"Yes."

All five turned back to you slowly.

"It's important to understand that his brain is working to heal itself from the trauma it has suffered.

"...h-how long could he-..." Your father started, but unable to finish.

"I wish I could provide a definite answer, but the duration of a coma is highly variable and depends on many factors. These include the extent of the brain injury, how well your son responds to treatment, and his overall health. Some patients begin to show signs of improvement within a couple of days, while others may remain in a coma for an extended period of time."

"No..." Jihyo muttered, "n-no he-he can't-..." her mother hugged her side.

"I want to emphasize that we are doing everything we can to support (YN)'s recovery. At this point, it's challenging to predict the outcome with certainty. We are providing (YN) with the best possible medical care. Our focus right now is on closely monitoring his brain function and managing any potential complications. We're using various diagnostic tools such as CT scans and continuous monitoring to assess his progress. Our team of specialists is working together to develop a comprehensive treatment plan tailored to his condition afterward, but at the moment, he's stable. I am sorry about this." Dr. Smith reassured once more as no one turned to him.

"...thank you, doctor." Your mother said while looking at you rather as Dr. Smith nodded, "is there anything that can we do to support him?"

"Research has shown that patients in comas may respond to familiar voices and touch, so spending time with him and talking to him can be beneficial. We will also keep you updated on any changes in his condition and involve you in the decision-making process as we move forward." He answered as each heard and a steel trap was clinged onto that for Jihyo.

Your mother turned to Dr. Smith now.

"Okay, thank you and your staff for everything Doctor."

"Of course."

"C-Can we go in there?" Your dad asked as Dr. Smith nodded..

"Yes, may I ask for the parents to come with me alone in there?" the Park family, minus Jihyo nodded as the two of them and Dr. Smith went inside while the other three were behind the glass.

"..."

"Jihyo?" her mother called out to her.

"H-he's in a coma mom..."

"I know sweetie, I know."

"But he's okay, that's all that matters. He'll be okay Jihyo, he'll wake up soon."

Jihyo didn't respond while watching the four in the room as your parents weren't fairing any better.

This was her doing...

Her mistake...

Her costly mistake...

A mistake that she'll do her best to fix.

No matter what.

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TWO HOURS LATER

In the dimly lit hospital room, Jihyo sat beside your bed, her heart heavy with depression.

She gently clasped your hand in hers, feeling the coolness of your skin against her warm palm. 

The rhythmic beeping of the monitors provided a steady backdrop to the quietness of the room as her eyes fixed on his peaceful face.

She's been in here for about hour and a half now.

Your parents stayed for a bit before they left to settle with the doctor on future updates and Jihyo took their place as her parents waited for her.

She hadn't said a word as she didn't even know what to say, gathering her thoughts on what she can do to make this right.

"...I'm so sorry...this was all my fault...if I just believed you...I know that I hurt, but...if you're listening (YN)." Jihyo whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. 

As if in response, your chest rose and fell in a steady, unbroken rhythm. 

The coma had rendered you unresponsive, your vibrant spirit seemingly locked away, and yet Jihyo held onto a glimmer of hope.

"I promise I'll do whatever it takes to gain your forgiveness. I'll visit you, every day until you wake up. I don't care how long it takes," Jihyo continued, her voice laced with a mixture of sadness and determination. "Years if I have to. And when you wake up and if you'll allow me. I promise to be there for you and with you and we'll be the best of fri-"

Jihyo stopped talking.

She can't bring herself to say that word because she can't call herself that anymore.

She traced circles on the back of your hand with her thumb, her touch gentle and unwavering. 

Memories of their shared laughter, late-night conversations, and stolen moments flooded her mind, each one a testament to the bond they had built.

"I miss your smile, (YN)," Jihyo admitted, her voice softening. "You have this way of lighting up the room, making everything feel brighter, including me. I want to see it again."

The room remained quiet, the machines humming softly as they monitored your vital signs and Jihyo...

"Sniff...you're strong. I know you are," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "You've faced challenges before, and you've always come out stronger. You can do it again. Sniff Wake up soon (YN)...for me." Jihyo pleaded staring at you, the constant beats of the monitor killing her every time.

"Jihyo?" Jihyo heard and looked back to see (FN) at the door, "oh sorry I-I didn't-"

"No," Jihyo wiped her eyes with her free hand, "i-it's fine, uh, his parents called you then?"

"Yeah, her mom called my mom." He came closer and saw your state, "...how is he?"

"He's fine, but in a coma. They don't when he'll wake up." Jihyo answered as (FN) walked around and stared at you from the other side.

"..."

"..."

"...I'm sorry Jihyo." He said as Jihyo looked at him.

"Thank you, but right now we should focus on (YN)." She said while Jihyo turned to you once more.

"...that's not why I'm sorry." He added as Jihyo returned her look, "I knew where (YN) was."

"..." Jihyo sat upright.

"It's also my fault he's like this."

"..."

SCREECH

Jihyo stood up from her chair.

"You knew?!" Jihyo had anger coursing through her as (FN) rose his hands.

"Yes, but you have to understand-"

"You knew and YOU DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING!" Jihyo went around the bed towards (FN) while he stepped back.

"Hold on! Let me ex-" But (FN) was cut off by Jihyo grabbing his shirt and pushing him against the wall. 

He didn't know if it was the adrenaline or just her because she was strong at the moment.

"Why the HELL would you lie about this!? ALL THIS COULD HAVE BEEN AVOIDED!" Jihyo spat in his face as (FN) raised his hands up to her arms.

"L-let me explain!" (FN) frantically spoke as Jihyo glared.

"Explain!" Was all she said as she slightly let go of the pressure on him as (FN) took a breath.

"It was after your talk with him," Jihyo's expression lessened.

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FLASHBACK

"Mom I'm home." He said as he called out to his home, "mom?"

"..."

Silence.

"Gone again." He muttered as he went towards the kitchen to grab an apple.

It was the peak of the school knowing you were gone and all day he was questioned on where you were or hearing their apologizes to him and that he'll be fine. 

Besides Jihyo, you were his best friend and everyone knew it.

He washed the apple and took a bite while heading downstairs to his room.

"Having fun?" He saw his bed and the person on top of it, holding his PSP.

"Decent." The person responded as (FN) shook his head.

"How long you're going to keep this up (YN)?" He asked as you placed his PSP down, "you can't stay here forever." He said as you sighed.

"It's just for a while." you responded as (FN) rolled his eyes. 

"A while? It's been three days. Everyone is getting worried. The cops are now involved...Jihyo's worried too."

You scoffed.

"I'm sure she is."

Yeah, you were still hurting.

You told (FN) about it and he knew about your feelings for Jihyo.

Strong feelings.

The number of times that they talked, how much you helped her and was teaching her the language. 

(FN) was happy for you. 

She made your days happy.

And when (FN) heard that Dan started dating her, you didn't take it very well. 

He didn't know Dan well as you did but when you explained to him about his heartbreak persona, (FN) didn't like it one bit either.

He didn't talk to you for a bit after that day and the day before you 'left', here he was in his room.

You told him everything that occured as he left, mainly what Jihyo told you.

He could tell you were heartbroken and (FN) felt for you and suggessted that you stay here for a while to sort out your issues.

His dad was away on a bussiness trip while his mom worked all day to sleep at home only as a nurse.

He didn't mind not seeing them for a bit though.

Though he didn't think it was this long of a say.

"Well, quite a few things happen," he said coming closer to you, "the big one is that Dan was expelled."

"Expelled?"

"Yeah, guess Leon ratted him and his friends about what they did to you and now they are gone, oh and Jihyo had a pretty big reaction to hearing that he punched you."

"..." 

"(YN), she broke up with Dan yesterday." 

You sat upright.

"What?"

"She talked to me today about everything. She caught him cheating yesterday and this morning she lashed out at Leon after he told her and the principal. She was sulking all day dude. She knows you were right and I hated that I had to lie. Why prolong this?"

Your eyes looked away.

"...it doesn't change what she said."

(FN) ruffled his own hair.

"I know that must have hurt, but your parents have to know that you're okay at least. Dude it's a search for you."

"..."

"Dude, just go see them or her, she just sits there. No smile. Barely talks, nothing. She's a hulk (YN), he also has her phone on her desk or hand today. Jihyo's waiting for you, talk to her now." I said as you looked away, "she's been on her phone so that means she's been trying to get to you. I mean you must have read her messages or saw her calls."

"..."

"Get your phone man, look. I'm getting worried for all this. I'm giving you till tonight to go home (YN). I'm serious. This whole thing started with Jihyo, but now that she wants you, it's time to go back."

"...okay."

(FN) nodded.

"Just, give me an hour or so to collect my thoughts. I won't rat you out either."

"You better not and good for you man. I know it was tough on you to hear, but things are looking up." You nodded, "now then, let me use the bathroom and then we'll talk about what to say alright?" you nodded once more as (FN) went back to use his personal bathroom.

While he was gone, you went through your backpack and fished out your phone that you haven't been using since you left.

You didn't want to see the calls or texts of anyone and as turned your phone on and the home screen came up and saw the notifications of the numerous calls and messages popped up.

You went to the home screen and both the messages and call counts were 99+ as you went through and searched through the notifications of each one.

Most if not all messages and voice mails from your parents were if you were safe, where you were, or come home.

Parents, friends other than (FN) and Jihyo herself.

'She knows I'm right. She broke up with Dan.'

While that would have brought you happiness days ago, now it was an 'eh' moment.

What she said hurt you like a gunshot.

That she admitted to choosing another guy over you.

But now hearing about her being about you...obviously because of her being sorry.

Nothing else.

You scanned through Jihyo's messages through notifications, pretty much the same as your parents and went to voice mail, there were quite a few from her and listened to the most recent one of hers from this morning.

You brought it up to your ear.

(YN)

I know you don't want to hear me or probably even see me. Not after what I've done to you. 

You were right. You were right this whole time. I caught him too. I should have listened to you, but I was so stupid and blinded by some stupid emotions and...that's no excuse I know, but I don't know what else I can say.

I know you hate me now and I don't blame you. Eerything we've done together and I threw it away, destroyed what we have that I need back.

You said you'd love me and I hurt you instead.

What I said to you, sorry isn't good enough, it was cruel of me to say so after you confessed and I can't make you forget hearing that. I can't even think about how painful it was and I know I can't apologize for it.

But if you are hearing this, please. I'm begging you to come back home. I need you. I need to see you. I need to hear you, be with you, talk with you, anything with you.

I want to make things up, no matter how long it'll take I want to make up for what I said.

Even if you just want to come and shout at me for my stupidity and being the ungrateful friend that I am. 

I don't care, I deserve every word if it means that you'll come back to me

(YN), please, I need you now more than ever

The rest of the voice mail was of her crying.

You sighed while putting the phone down and closing your eyes. 

Now she was hurting badly too.

"Damn it..."

You didn't hate her.

You hated what she said, but you didn't hate 'her'.

And hearing her in pain...now that was tough too.

She sounded like she meant it too.

KNOCK KNOCK

You looked up at (FN) standing there.

"I see you have your phone."

You rose your phone up.

"I listened to Jihyo's voicemail. She was hurt."

"They all are. Let's talk about what to say and you can take my car okay?" You nodded as (FN) sat near you.

"I-I didn't want to make anyone worry..."

"I know you didn't, I know. You were hurt, that's all." (FN) nodded as you nodded in agreement, "it's only been a few days, it's take a bit but this will go away after alright?"

"..."

"...I'm sorry,"

"It's okay man," (FN) reached out and patted your shoulder, "don't worry, it'll be fine."

You nodded.

"I want to see her too." You said as (FN) smiled and nodded.

"You will soon enough."

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FLASHBACK END

"And that's what happened. I gave him my keys after and we were going to say he stayed at a motel because of what Dan said and spooked him. I know what I did was wrong, but I looking out for him. I-I didn't think this will happen..." (FN) finished explaining as Jihyo saw the pain in his eyes as tears started forming.

She was getting some of her own as she let him go and slowly walked back to her seat and held your hand again as she stared at your sleeping face.

(FN) didn't move, but stood where he was as he felt the emotions getting the best of him.

Jihyo wanted to smile.

You wanted to see her too.

But she couldn't.

A wave of remorse crashed onto her.

"...I'm sorry." She heard while shaking her head in response.

"You were looking out for him...like he was for me," Jihyo then grabbed your hand as she held it with both of hers, bringing it up to her lips as she kissed it.

(FN) saw tears forming as her mouth was obstructed by your hand.

"...he'll wake up soon. I know he will." (FN) said as Jihyo didn't answer anymore, lost in her world of darkness as her tears came down.

Both stayed quiet after as the beeps from the machines and the silent sobs of Jihyo echoed in the room.

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Two weeks later

Jihyo kept her promise and came to visit everyday. 

Some days varied, one was for half an hour and another was a couple of hours. 

She didn't catch your parents, but she noticed their names on the check-in the list at different times as her.

Every day she would do something different.

She would read a book to you, sat quietly in her seat, put a video on her phone and pretend that both were watching together or just tell you of what's been going on lately.

All the while holding your hand in the process.

Like the doctor said, mentally and physically, anything helps.

It's been exactly two weeks since then and Jihyo came through the hospital doors again. 

She got her guest badge and walked down the corridor as usual, but this time, someone was there in front of the window.

Someone that had her blood boil.

"What the hell are you doing here!?" She barked as Leon looked over at her.

"I came to apologize to him and you so I waited for you to arrive. I heard about what happened. I also came to apologize for what Dan d-"

"I don't want to hear his fucking name." Jihyo spat while coming closer as Leon assumed as much.

"Sorry. It's been two weeks, but I just couldn't find the courage to come down here and see him like this. I just want to apologize and that's it. I'll leave."

Jihyo didn't want Leon to get anywhere near you, but if it's just an apology...

"Fine," Jihyo shrugged.

"Thank you." He said and both went inside the room as Leon came closer and his pace shortened while Jihyo went forward to her spot.

"Damn..." He whispered while seeing the bandages and cast as you laid with the beeps echoed the room once more.

Leon procedded forward and stood on the other side of the bed as Jihyo kept her eyes glued to him.

"Uhm, hey (YN), I wanted to apologize to you. I...I was a coward. I let what...happened to you happened and...it was wrong of me. It's been eating me up since and I sincerely hope that you'll forgive me. I'm also sorry about, this. I should have stopped him there too, but I couldn't." Leon added as it was caught by Jihyo. "And I know it may not be much, but...when you wake up, I hope that we can start over and hang out sometime. Thank you." Leon finished up as he took a breath in.

"And I'm sorry Jihyo. I owe an apology to you as well." Leon said looking at her.

"What did you mean by 'stopped him there too'...what else did you do to him!?" 

Leon sighed.

"I guess you didn't-...I don't want to make things worse then it-"

"Tell me." Jihyo said as Leon gulped.

"Dan...he crashed into (YN)."

Jihyo's eyes widened, then she balled her fist in anger as she stood up again.

All she felt was fury now.

"He, he did this..." Jihyo spoke in a malice tone and gritted teeth.

"N-not on purpose, h-he was drunk." Leon noticed Jihyo's anger and quickly explained himself.

"That piece of shit did this to (YN)!? I'm calling the cops!" Jihyo said furious while pulling her phone-

"He's already in jail!" Leon spoke up as Jihyo looked at him, "Seven years and is being sued by his parents. I-I thought you already knew."

"..."

Jihyo eyes glared.

"After we got expelled, he didn't take it well, neither did his parents. They got in this big fight and he stayed in my place." Leon said. "Mason would come over as well and the two of us would talk to him or something. He wasn't...right. And before the crash, I came home after my shift and I saw he had a few drinks around him and he talked about his parents and about his redemption to them or something. I tried to stop him from drinking anymore, but he gets angry easily. So I let him be, and when I took a nap and woke up, he was gone with my truck."

Jihyo absolutely hated Dan and he deserved to be punished.

Even more if she can help it.

"That's why I came here to apologize. I could have stopped him, but-I'm such a fucking coward...I-I'm sorry..." He hung his head as Jihyo was trying to maintain herself.

.

.

"Get out."

"Jihy-"

"Get. OUT!" She pointed at the door, "I don't want you or HIM close to us again!"

"Ji-"

"I'm calling security!" 

"Okay, okay, I'm leaving." He rose his hands and started to walk slowly while looking at you and then he paced out the room, apologizing quickly once more before leaving.

Jihyo turned around as she just sat back down and took all this in.

She dated that monster...

She hated herself for being near that piece of shit.

And she hated that everything was pointed at her.

if she had listened to you...her (YN)...

None of this would have happened...

She stared at your face as tears started to drop at a rapid pace from her eyes, remembering memories of what you have done to calm her down on some occasions.

She weakly smiled at those images.

She brought her hands to you again as she brought it close to her mouth and she kissed it once more.

"(YN)...I-I-s-sorry...I'm so-" 

She couldn't say anything as sobs just started to take her.

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One week later

It's been three weeks then and things were the same.

Jihyo's been doing so so and she still visits you daily as well.

(FN) hangs out with her as well, just not as much as she would stay. 

He would be only for about 20 minutes and then leave her with you.

Currently she was in her room, getting ready to go to your house...but she was also getting ready to tell her parents about the whole real situation.

She's been thinking about this.

And she's been thinking about you.

She has all these feelings and thoughts and emotions towards you.

However, she also had guilt and shame. 

She needed some help and no one was better than her parents.

She and (FN) kept what happened a secret, but she thinks that someone else needs to know as well.

Eventually, the truth will come out when you wake up so she would rather say it herself rather than you telling everything.

But for now, it was your time as she came down the corridor once more with a depressed face and entered the room...but was met with you sitting up and looking at the TV in the corner of the room.

She gasped loudly as you turned towards the door.

"(Y-(Y-(YN)..." Tears were swelling in her eyes as Jihyo stood still.

"H-hello..."

Jihyo's legs went mach-speed as she pounced on you and hugged you like no tomorrow.

"Oh god! Y-you're awake! Y-you're awake!" She was crying on the top of your head as she held you tight, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry (YN)!"

You just sat there taking it and after a couple of minutes, she pulled away, but her face was inches away from yours, her rivers of tears and a smile on her face.

"H-how are you?"

"F-fine..."

She gave a shaky exhale and nodded.

"That's...oh god that's great. (YN) I'm so sorry. I-I really am. All this was my fault and I regret everything I said to you. If you'll allow me, I will do whatever it takes to get your forgiveness. Anything and everything. You're special to me."

You just sat there in silence looking at her.

"..."

"Please..."

You opened your mouth to say something but then closed it.

"(YN)?"

Your expression then turned into a questionable expression.

"I'm sorry, but...who are you?"

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And that's that.

So what will happen next...find out in Part 3.

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Call It What You Want by @perfectsunlight - Yoo Jimin

I'm Sorry by @goldennikko - Yoo Jimin

Best Friends by @perfectsunlight - Uchinaga Aeri

Sticky Note Love by @kimsohn - Kim Minjeong

Brave by @ddoxhan - Ning Yizhuo

~Dreamcatcher~

At Your Service by @let-them-read-fics - Kim Minji

Hoist the Colours High by @foolish-sparrow - Kim Bora

Take A Look by @flooffybits - Kim Yoohyeon & Lee Yubin

~Itzy~

Aftertastes by @seollenda - Hwang Yeji

Lost In Thoughts of You by @flooffybits - Choi Jisu

RUN2U by @panda-writes-kpop - Choi Jisu

Touch Ups by @seoltzuki - Shin Ryujin

~Le Sserafim~

Neglected by @k-comfyspace - Kim Chaewon & Kim Minju

Best Friends by @perfectsunlight - Huh Yunjin

YouTube Series by @jihyoruri - Huh Yunjin

~Loona~

In Your Face by @flooffybits - Jo Haseul

Breathless by @flooffybits - Ha Sooyoung

(Not Just) Friends by @flooffybits - Kim Jungeuen

Are You Done? by @seoltzuki - Kim Jungeun

That's Not The Case by @seoltzuki - Kim Jiwoo

This Suffocating Silence by @flooffybits - Park Chaewon

Bright Path by @k-comfyspace - Son Hyejoo

~Red Velvet~

First Kiss (Royalty AU Reaction) by @luxora - All Members

It's Not You I Want by @sodamvelvets - Bae Joohyun & Park Sooyoung

Dance For Me by @kpop-zone - Bae Joohyun

Trouble Maker by @luvlyrv - Kang Seulgi

Good Enough by @revelwrittenscenes - Park Sooyoung

Lights, Camera, Action by @kdyism - Kim Yerim

2.10am by @eunjidrabbles - Kim Yerim

~SNSD~

Past Tense And An Arms Length by @seollendaollenda - Kim Taeyeon

Apology by @girlgrouptrash101 - Jung Jessica

Figure My Heart Out by @gllitter-asian - Im Yoona

Ignore The Rumours by @multiphandomunnies - Im Yoona

Don't Keep Me In The Dark by @sarcasmmoo - Seo Joohyun

~Twice~

Wait For Me by @soulkeeper801 - Im Nayeon

Can you?? Ugh! by @seoltzuki - Im Nayeon

Mary Sue by @purecantarella - Hirai Momo

Something To Make Up For by @mashup-writing - Park Jihyo

What I Thought by @sarcasmmoo - Park Jihyo

Don't Call It Cliché by @seollenda - Park Jihyo

Maybe Less Blush? by @seoltzuki - Myoui Mina

~New Jeans~

Something There by @jigujellee - Kim Minji

Convinient For Who? by @rosiehrs - Kim Minji

Shades of Cool by @jiihu - Kim Minji

See Through by @jiihu - Pham Hanni

Please! (SMAU) by @mingkuri - Pham Hanni

~Nmixx~

Push & Pull by @the-roo-too - Lily Morrow

Say Something! (SMAU) by @the-roo-too - Oh Haewon

Real You by @the-roo-too - Seol Yoona

The One That Got Away by @silantryoo - Choi Yunjin

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I am definitely making another rec list in the future. There are so many groups and more amazing fics I wanted to include, but unfortunately it was too late before I realised Tumblr wouldn't let me add anymore links :(((((