#seoyeon x reader

[nakylvr]

— COOKING MAMA!

triples girls (yooyeon, seoyeon, mayu, xinyu, & nakyoung) x gn!reader

summary: how it would be cooking with the triples girls

warnings/tags: established relationship, fluff, idk what to tag this tbh

this is so random but i had the thought and needed to do something with it

Kim Yooyeon (김유연) -

— do not try cooking with her it will end in a disaster so serious fr

— a little surprising given she's the oldest with essentially no cooking knowledge, you will end up having to do most of the cooking

— she will try, but she will likely fail, but she tries to act as if she did it the right way while you weren't looking, only for you to ask and she just kinda freezes before admitting that she obviously did it wrong

— stick to cup of noodles, it's easiest for her

Yoon Seoyeon (윤서연) -

— she's surprisingly a better cook than you would've expected, so you two are pretty equal in terms of cooking knowledge

— she can cook the basics and most things as long as there's instructions and a recipe for her, and it might not come out looking the same, the taste is great

— that being said, she would much rather just order food than taking the time cooking it, understandable

— however, for certain holidays or events of some kind she would do her best to make something more difficult or that isn't often made, somehow succeeding

Koma Mayu (駒まゆ) -

— she will lowkey eat the food as you're cooking fr she just can't resist when it looks so good!

— she could probably make rice if she tried and that's about it, excluding ramen but yeah that's about it

— she would totally love cooking with you even if she isn't doing much, just spending time together alone is enough for her, but she also gets good food in the end? sign her up!

— she might not be able to cook or help much but she is great at talking endlessly while you cook so you're never bored at least when cooking

Zhou Xinyu (周新宇) -

— she does not cook, do not have her cook, don't even ask for help, some sort of chaos will happen

— you could literally be cooking the most extravagant meal and she'd be of no help whatsoever, just leaning against the counter looking pretty while you do all the work, even if she tries to help, you deny and so she just sits there

— she is your certified taste tester though, so whenever you're around halfway or nearly done you ask for her to taste and she'll tell you how it tastes and if it needs more of anything

— she doesn't even try cooking for your birthday she just orders catering and pretends like she made it for you (you know she didn't)

Kim Nakyoung (김낙영) -

— girl would rather eat cup of noodles and convenience store foods instead of cooking like fr

— you'll have to be the one cooking 24/7 im sorry, she'll try to help sometimes but most of the time she's just sitting on the counter watching you cook

— but, she would definitely try cooking something on your birthday, waking up before you to cook something and it might end in a fire but at least she tried!

— it's not often that you cook but whenever you do she's always standing there behind you asking if she can do anything to help and when you keep saying no she still doesn't leave your side, watching everything you do

[kangshxrtie]

REVENGE ROMANCE ༒ ZHOU XINYU

synopsis ༒ xinyu and y/n put their past behind them to make their exes jealous pairings ༒ zhou xinyu x femreader . past kim nakyoung x femreader . past zhou xinyu x park sohyun status ༒ completed xinyn ༒ the opposition

1 . hard launch

2. we're not friends

3 . campus couple

4 . for the plot

5 . drama-ma-ma-ma

6 . stand up

7 . weird

8 . woof?

9 . CONFUSED

10 . explain

11 . reset

12 . scandal

13 . 👍

14 . cheater

15 . family dinner

16 . crazy

17 . questions or concerns

18 . malatang

19 . the girls are fighting

20 . all night

21 . suit & tie

22 . this tweet has been deleted

23 . photos

24 . lemme cook

25 . locked in

26 . moved on

27 . cat cafe

28 . assert your dominance

29 . possessive

30 . double date

31 . regret

32 . mad

33 . nakyn

34 . over it

35 . complicated

36 . fake?

37 . my seat

38 . embarrassing

39 . third wheel

40 . fold

41 . breakfast in bed

42 . choosing

43 . wtf do i do chat

44 . missed timing

45 . us again

46 . homewrecker

47 . break up with your girlfriend

48 . the girl is mine

49 . crash out

50 . finally

51 . yn protection squad

52 . accepting

53 . dinner on me

54 . nuhuh

55 . i got hoes

56 . secret service

57 . the big reveal

58 . kissed

59 . you & me

60 . digital footprint

fin .

[808airsoftbros]

Fromis_9 As Your Vampire Mothers

Lee Saerom (Alpha Vampire)

Ah, Saerom the Alpha of the clan and known to be one of the most ruthless in the sister clan

You'd think being the husband under her wing would be rather unpleasant but it's the exact opposite under her care

Saerom is literally amazing as she can juggle her responsibilities of being your wife, mother, and the Alpha of the clan

Literal softie for children such as yourself but when someone dares challenge her demeanor changes 360 degrees

Very... Very... Very... Patient, you could break a vase but if she sees it's nothing but an accident she'll forgive you

But don't let her soft and caring side fool you... If you dare misbehave she will not hesitate to correct that

Besides who are you to complain? You are married to one of the strongest and most powerful Vampire in the clan and she chose you

Privileges: She'd let you lay on her chest and lap, play with her hair, hug her almost whenever (If she's not too busy), give you all the breast milk you want, and most importantly, be under her adoration

Song Hayoung (1st Enforcer)

Being the number one enforcer besides Jiwon can be quite challenging but not to her

She'd go through the entire world just for you and that's how much you mean to her

At the beginning, you were neglected, abused, starved, shivered, you name it

When she came into your life and took you under her care, that all changed instantly

Hayoung would swear to herself that she'll protect you no matter what happens and obligated to care and nurture you for life

She'd be the wife and mother you'd never had growing up and she fits perfectly in the role

But at the same time just like Saerom, she won't hesitate to discipline you if you act up and establish rules to keep you safe and in order

Privileges: Lots of cuddles, play with her hair, sings you soft lullabies, having warm cooked meals from her, and lay on her lap

Park Jiwon (2nd Enforcer)

Although she is the second Enforcer, she is a video game addict but cannot play as much but it's a perfect excuse to spend more time with you

Loves to go out on shopping sprees with you and spoils the daylights out of you

But do not fear, her bank account is quite big and none of the bills hardly put a dent in it

Would take out to ice skate rings, she would always be attentive and hold your hand while teaching you how to skate on the ice to ensure you won't trip and injure yourself

Despite being a horror film addict throughout her entire life, she'd sadly could not watch as much as you were too young to watch such movies

That was until you were in your teenage years and that's when she began regularly watching horror movies with you and it's another excuse for her to cuddle you

Most importantly, she be a strong figure for you to look up to when growing up and would always teach you to be respectful and kind torwards others

Except that would be easier said than done as Jiwon is afraid of pigeons and despite being over 100s of years old she never got over that fear but you'd find it funny which is a win for her

Privliges: Lots and lots of cuddles, spoils you with gifts, being able to laugh at her when she gets frightened from pigeons, and always making free time just for you even if she's busy

Roh Jisun (Blood Sister)

Jisun would lowkey be the chillest and laid back mother and wife you'd come across in the Vampire Sisterhood

But she's hard working and would often be the one leading the kitchen, she plans on the menus and what the kids will be eating on certain days and ensure it's all balanced and nutritious

Growing up under her care, you'd find her quite strange at how "indefinite" she can be at times

One time, you'd accidentally dropped a plate because it slipped out of your hands and Jisun would calmly told you to sweep it up

Jisun never once yelled at you nor has she lashed out her anger once from what you can tell

Regardless, Jisun knows she has a duty to tend to and that includes taking care of you, she changed your diaper, gave you baths, feed you, and breastfeed you

But she prefers for you to start learning how to solve problems on your own with little or no help from her unlike her sisters and it's her way of indirectly teaching you problem solving skills but if it's a major issue then that's when she steps in

"M-mommy, I-uhm... Broke a vase... I'm sorry..." You confessed and she intently stared at you... "Well, what are you suppoesd to do?" She asked you. "Uhm, sweep it?" You guessed and she chuckled. "Then why are you telling me this? You know what to do!" She pointed out.

Privileges: Despite her hard demeanor she'd always be there to give you all the hugs and kisses you need, she'd read bedtime stories, let's you watch cartoons, and go outside playing

Lee Seoyeon (Blood Sister)

Seoyeon would be quite blunt and straightforward with no time to be wasted and she is a proud mother and wife

Because of this, Seoyeon would always be the mother and wife to support you on your goals and dreams and will provide you anything that you need

Seoyeon would often be given the task of babysitting whenever her sisters are away from home but boy she can manage her clan's children including her own

You'd see her left and right cleaning the house and always tending to her husband to make sure he's happy and healthy

But at times when she is relaxing, she is having a movie marathon with you in her room, and takes naps with you

Beware though she is possessive and strict with you... She'd always be holding hands and walking with you wherever you may go ensuring nobody takes her baby away from her

Sometimes be overprotective but that's because you are her world and life. She sworn to protect you no matter the cost

Has a strong and sensible taste in fashion that you would pick up after her, you two would often go clothes shopping picking out outfits when she was free

Privileges: Gifts you plushies, having a mentor in fashion, sneaks you gummy bears and milk tea, and maybe lets you oversleep if she is staying in bed with you

Lee Chaeyoung (Blood Sister)

Chaeyoung just like Seoyeon can be quite blunt but is more teasing and loves to have power over you

Your relationship dynamic between you and her is unique, Chaeyoung would be happy to teach you how to be a gentlemen and how you should properly treat a lady

As your mother and wife, it's also her duty to make sure that all adult topics are held off until you are of age so she has to be becareful on what she says and do though she likes to throw some hints there and then

Regardless, she absolutely adores you, she hardly ever leaves your side and always there to comfort and nurse you whenever you cry for her attention

But she also shares the duty of babysitting with Seoyeon and would switch shifts. But Chaeyoung can handle all of her sister's and her own children all on her own

She is not afraid to show any or shower you with her motherly affection towards you in public or in private as she is one poud momma

Loves to have your head on her chest and lap giving her the oppurtunity to stroke your hair and take sleepy pictures of you

But as you grow older, Chaeyoung's expectations get higher and would expect you to cater to her sexual desires and not be afraid to speak of your needs to her

Privliges: Being able to speak freely, would feed you delicious homemade food and snacks, give backhugs, lay on her nude chest, and would give you photos to keep on you so you can think about her when she's not around you

Lee Nagyung (Scout Vampire)

Nagyung can be seriously chaotic due to her hyper energy and even at times acts like a kid herself despite her old age

But Nagyung knows how to control that energy and is very aware how much damage she can do to you as you are a human and can easily be broken with a Vampire's brute super strength

You would often find yourself playing with Nagyung either in the park or in the playroom

Sometimes she may or may not forget to follow the naptime scheldules and would be scolded many times from Hayoung and Jiwon

Nagyung would love to cuddle and snuggle you and prefers you to be on top of her so she can hug you tightly

When you are at a legal age, Nagyung would barely wear any pants or shorts and would only wear her panties at home which you didn't mind

Not only it's more comfortable for Nagyung but it's a way for her to get your attention and she'd giggle and tease you whenever she catches you staring

Nagyung doesn't mind showing off a bit to you or her sisters but she had to be mindful that she cannot show in front of their husbands

Privileges: Again lots of cuddles, lots of playtime inside and outside, seeing her cute and energetic side, will do aegyo for you, and lets you watch her change

Baek Jiheon (Youngest Blood)

Although this sunshine Vampire is the youngest of her sisters, that doesn't make her any less mature and knows what's best for her husband

Absolutely smart, she graduated the top of her class in the academy and will help you any way if you get stuck on a question

It warms her sister's hearts seeing how well you two bond despite Jiheon adopting you at an early age as Vampires her age don't adopt their husband until they are around 250 years old and Jiheon is only 75 years old

Jiheon will be willing to do anything to help contribute to the clan along with her sisters and will often times juggle her responsibilities between being your wife/mother and her duties in the clan

At nights, Jiheon would be reading you bedtime stories and singing lullabies until you fall asleep in her arms

Movie nights are a must for her because that's a special tradition in your guy's relationship even if you are fully grown adult you've never grown tired of it and that makes Jiheon happy

But there are times when you may act up and boy, she would not tolerate bad behavior and I gurantee she will deliver a reasonable punishment

Jiheon would often be the one running her sister's errands being the youngest so she brings you along as an excuse to spend more time with you

Privileges: Seeing her adorable smile, lots of cuddles and snuggles, lets you choose the movies, let's you play outside, and having a tutor

[yerimbrit]

[flufftober day 2, wc: 870] - your sweatshirt : y. seoyeon

SOMETHING IS MISSING. no, it’s not the food (or, lack thereof) in your fridge. or the canon digicam that was on your desk, because you watched xinyu sneak it into her tote the other day when she thought you weren’t looking. your hoodie is missing.

on weekend movie nights with your girlfriend, you have a certain hoodie you wear every week without fail. now, weekend movie nights weren’t exactly a thing until around a year ago, and you don’t remember when you started wearing the hoodie during them, but it’s very special, brings back memories to kre’s first stage which you wore it—a white pullover hoodie that has the words “always rooting for s1 yoon seoyeon!” carefully written with a sky blue fabric marker—to.

you still remember the way her eyes sparkled when you surprised her in the waiting room pre-performance, especially after you told her that you wouldn’t be able to make it because of a separate schedule you had as a tripleS member. she held your hand tightly until they were called for standby, her warmth still lingering long after she left. 

anyway, you have an inkling of where the garment has gone. a tiny hint. it might be a figure on the couch, wearing the missing item in question.

you approach the figure, standing in front of them and looming over. “i wonder whose sweatshirt that is…”

they sluggishly look up from their phone, revealing the face of none other than your girlfriend. seoyeon raises her eyebrows, looks down at the hoodie she’s wearing, and looks back at you. she disregards the ever-growing blush on her cheeks and flashes a cheeky smile. “yeah, i wonder who.”

this isn’t the first time she’s stolen clothes of yours. it’s a regular thing; you don’t even need to leave the comfort of seoyeon’s room to get a change of clothes, because half of your closet is in her closet. you can’t remember any of your clothes that she hasn’t worn. it’s practically one of her hobbies, adding to the list which consists of lying around, watching movies… and watching more movies. 

what’s nice about it, though, is the fact that anything that she steals is too big on her. pajama pants pool around her ankles, and she gains sweater paws from any tops she finds. it’s incredibly endearing, and erases any of the (virtually nonexistent) annoyance you might have towards her. like now, where the weekly movie night sweater is bagging up at the sleeves two years later. 

“you’re not gonna give it up, are you?” 

“no?” she retorts, patting the empty space next to her which compels you to sit. the netflix home menu is displayed on the tv, ready to play anything of your choosing. last week’s movie was a rewatch of black panther, one of seoyeon’s all-time favorites and one that the two of you probably rewatch monthly. it never gets old. even if you have to watch the outdated ‘what are those?!’ joke hundreds of times over.

you reach for the remote, which is on top of a stack of albums that everyone in the haus (sans soomin) has signed, and navigate through the different genres that the streaming service offers. “what do you want to watch?”

seoyeon hums, resting her head on your shoulder and fiddling around with the drawstrings of (your) hoodie. her eyes are trained on the screen, watching you sift through rows of movies and shows with a look of disinterest. “you pick.”

glancing down at your girlfriend, who’s now focused on tying the drawstrings into a bow, you jut out your lower lip. your gaze drifts over to the ‘horror’ section and smile. well, it is october. seoyeon seems to notice your lack of movement with the remote and looks up, so you scroll over to it. 

“no, y/n. you can’t do this to me,” she turns to you, absolutely petrified beyond comprehension. her reaction makes sense, because the last horror movie you watched (with kotone and hyerin, when they came over) resulted in paranoia around the haus despite her confidence in not being scared. and you can’t take her seriously when she tries to convince you not to do something, because she really just ends up looking like sad violin music is about to play.

“pfft,” you ruffle her hair and pull the slightly-tightened hood over her head. “you look like that low quality sad hamster.”

“what did you just say about me?” she frowns, seemingly miffed. “it’s barely october. why should we watch a horror movie?”

“it’s still october—a little bit of the conjuring won’t hurt you, seoyeonnie.” 

you press play on the remote, and seoyeon lets out a strangled cry which sounds like a mix of a bird and a dying rat. “you’re dead, y/n. i swear on my life.”

wrapping your arm around her and pulling her closer, you laugh. “we’re not even five minutes in! you’ve got both me and my hoodie you stole, wrapped around you. there’s no need to worry.”

“don’t you hate horror movies too?” seoyeon mumbles into your shoulder, her speech muffled.

oh, that’s what you forgot. but, there’s nothing you can do about it now, is there? “uh… let’s just watch, okay?”

flufftober masterlist!

a/n : hamham iwaly

[essentiallyleaf]

day 23. size kink. with. seoyeon.

175 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, size kink, anal, snippet.

notes.

at this point, don’t even expect the remaining ones to be that much longer :[ sadly, leaf.

Seoyeon is so tiny in your hands when you grab her waist and raise her on top of the counter behind her, your thumbs almost touch on top of her belly button. She can barely fit your disproportionate girth in her little slit, her tight walls grip onto it like she never wants to let go. Her short arms and legs wrap around your back like a panda on its favorite bamboo tree, forcing you to drop your nectar inside her. You lift her with ease and drop her stomach first onto her bed, then raise her ass in the air and penetrate her back entrance. Thrust into her fast, feel her tight ring slide up and down your length as you hit deep in her insides, reach inside her cropped sleeveless black top and grab one of her small perky mounds from behind. She lets out one eternally long, low moan as she feels her asshole also be filled by your cum. You fall asleep with Seoyeon in your arms, another day, same routine.

-

footnotes.

i’m just out of it, and it shows. emptily, leaf.

[vex91]

TripleS Masterlist

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

Kim Yooyeon:

Nothing yet...

Koma Mayu:

Nothing yet...

Zhou Xinyu:

Nothing yet...

Kim Nakyoung:

- I miss you, I'm sorry (a)

Park Sohyun:

Nothing yet...

Seo Dahyun:

Nothing yet...

Hsu Nien Tzu:

Nothing yet...

Yoon Seoyeon:

Nothing yet...

Ji Suhyeon:

Nothing yet...

Kamimoto Kotone:

Nothing yet...

Kim Chaeyeon:

Nothing yet...

Gong Yubin:

Nothing yet...

Lee Jiwoo:

Nothing yet...

Yamada Kaede:

Nothing yet...

Park Shion:

Nothing yet...

Kawakami Lynn:

Nothing yet...

Pirada Bunraksa:

Nothing yet...

Jeong Hyerin:

Nothing yet...

Kim Chaewon:

Nothing yet...

Jeong Hayeon:

Nothing yet...

Kim Soomin:

Nothing yet...

Kwak Yeonji:

Nothing yet...

OT22:

Nothing yet...

[nijin1verse]

I MIGHT write some tripleS x reader aus… Something full of fluff, I’m thinking Seoyeon or Jiyeon…?

[prael]

Kinktember Masterlist

31 days. 31 fics. 31 kinks. Over 31 idols.

Mostly male reader with some fem reader and some third person idol x idol.

In this list I will include what I believe to be the 'main' kink, though each fic may contain several.

Masterlist Kofi(donations/commissions)

12 Days Of Praelmas Masterlist

Kick-off Bonus fic - Pet Play - IVE Jang Wonyoung (ft. Aespa Karina)

Birthday Breeding - IVE An Yujin

Maid Play - Aespa Karina

Foursome/Blowjob - Le Sserafim Chaewon, Sakura & Yunjin

Dollification - Illit Minju

Fingering - NMIXX Sullyoon

School Uniform - ITZY Yuna

Public sex - Le Sserafim Sakura

Hate Sex - (G)I-DLE Shuhua

Spa/Massage - Newjeans Danielle

Mirror sex - Twice Mina

Cuckquean - IVE Liz & Wonyoung

Electrophilia - Aespa Winter

Car sex - (G)I-DLE Miyeon

Spanking - Le Sserafim Chaewon

Stand&Carry - Kepler Youngeun

Pool sex - Twice Tzuyu

Rope Bunny - ARTMS/LOONA Heejin

Fluffy Romance - IU

Mutual Masturbation - Newjeans Hanni × Minji

Sex Tape - Ex-Izone Jo Yuri & Stayc Isa

Gangbang - TripleS Seoyeon, Sohyun, Kotone, Nakyoung, Yubin, Kaede, Dahyun and Yooyeon

Overstimulation - Illit Moka x Yunah

Edging - (G)I-DLE Yuqi

Vicarphilia- IVE Gaeul

fluff Rough Sex - VIVIZ/Gfriend Eunha

Futanari - NMIXX Bae x Jiwoo; Haewon x Kyujin; Lily x Sullyoon

Degradation - Aespa Ningning & Giselle, Kepler Xiaoting & Yeseo and TripleS Nien & Xinyu

Scissoring - ITZY Ryujin x Yeji

Ice Play - Fromis_9 Hayoung

Reader Free Use - Red Velvet Seulgi

[juyeoz]

˙ㅤ۪ 𓂋 FOR THE PLOT! — AN 02z SMAU

∿ THE PLOT IN QUESTION 📁 A crush from kindergarten, a classmate from second to fifth grade who you refused to admit you liked (even with a blushing face), and a childhood friend you never saw in any other way surrounded your school life. What if, the three boys you had forgotten about return to your life, and you can’t help but fall for all of them? Also, what if your feelings for these boys all existed at the same time?

∿ 📢 CASTING ≋ childhood-crush!jay, childhood-crush!jake, childhood-friend!sunghoon x fem!reader (ft. 02z + niki from enhypen, chaewon and yunjin from le sserafim, karina from aespa, juyeon and sunwoo from tbz, sohee from riize, nayeon from twice, rei from ive, seoyeon from fromis_9, belle from kiof, zhanghao from zb1, taehyun from txt, taeyoung from cravity, jaemin from nct dream, mingi from ateez, choi yena, and includes mention of other idols too)

∿ GENRES 🔗 › smau + written, childhood crushes/friends to lovers, highschool au, nonidol au, reverse but not so reverse harem, fluff, angst, and crack.

∿ CONTAINS 🔍 profanity, 02z aren’t the same age, random timestamps, kys/kms jokes, joking threats, no official faceclaim but images may be used, y/n goes on dates w all three boys (diff days), and y/n is lwk leading them on but they don’t get heartbroken (??).

∿ SCHEDULE 📰 ongoing (sun, tues and fri)

TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

PROFILES › ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR

CHAPTER ONE — let you break my heart again

CHAPTER TWO — WHAT THE FUCK IS TRIPLE BALL

CHAPTER THREE — chronicles of narnia 2 (0.6k words)

CHAPTER FOUR — jake?????? like nerdy boy jake?????

CHAPTER FIVE — #ResortToDominican

CHAPTER SIX — clock it

CHAPTER SEVEN — so basically diva down

CHAPTER EIGHT — cute 😊

CHAPTER NINE — need him miss him want him 💔💔

CHAPTER TEN — calm luh facial structure (0.4k words)

CHAPTER ELEVEN — MONTHLY REUNION (0.4k words)

CHAPTER TWELVE — for the 𝖕𝖑𝖚𝖍

CHAPTER THIRTEEN — a date?

CHAPTER FOURTEEN — “nah id win” ahh reply 😭🙏

CHAPTER FIFTEEN — panda enthusiast

CHAPTER SIXTEEN — keep laughing.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN — blue icing cupcakes (0.6k words)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN — keep yourself on ur toenails

CHAPTER NINETEEN — SIKEEE YOU THOUGHT 😂😂🫵

CHAPTER TWENTY — because i know i did

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE — cute ay eff!

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO — even as a joke

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE — my fave soccer play

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR — #ourbad

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE — white roses (1.2k words)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX — i’m sorry (1.0k words)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN — start running hoon!!!!!

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT — FUCK YOU MR LEE

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE — death of him (1.2k words)

CHAPTER THIRTY — don’t hit him up 😆

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE — loving you from a distance

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO — mabagal (1.3k words)

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE — U DOWNBAD FREAK

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR — Join me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE — UNSTOPPABLE FR 😂😂😂

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX — single and NOT able to mingle

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN — in love or mentally ill

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT — gave a fuck

CHAPTER THIRY-NINE — i’m going to reply to

ENDINGS (FORTY) — SUNGHOON JAKE JAY

COMPLETED!

© JUYEOZ

[defmaybe]

Arrangement

fromis_9’s Lee Seoyeon x Male Reader

1.4k words

A/N: Edited by the greats @midnightdancingsol and @prael! So, huge credits to those two! Thanks for reading!

—

“I mean, you didn’t do too bad in your exams. You were above the average!” Seoyeon smiles, rotating her chair from side to side. Her raven black shirt looks better than ever on her.

“I always strive to be better, Miss Lee,” you answer, giving her a shy smile.

“Have you considered tutoring a friend? It’s a good way to learn! And we really do want to reserve the tutors for the trailing students. Sorry.” She smiles. You can sense her sympathy in it.

You sigh, let down by her denial.

An idea pops up in your head, though.

“How about you, Miss Lee? Can you be my tutor for these finals, please?”

Seoyeon tilts her head just a little, but enough to let you know that she’s intrigued by the idea. “Me?”

“Yes, Miss Lee. You.”

She chuckles. “As much as I want to do that, it’s against the rules of the university to tutor your own students.”

“Please, Miss, I mean they don’t have to kno–”

“Whoa, whoa, that’s my job on the line here, mister.” Seoyeon stops you. Her voice is stern.

“Maybe just some notes, perhaps, doesn’t have to be a face-to-face thing, please?”

Seoyeon laughs. “Wow, I do admire your determination, but I really can’t. I’m sorry.”

Yeah, it’s over.

Again, you sigh, surrendering to the fact that you won’t find anyone to tutor you. “Okay, see you later then.”

You get up from your seat, leaving. Guess you’d have to rely on the Indian guys on YouTube again.

“Perhaps we can have an arrangement?” suddenly says Seoyeon.

You stop in your tracks, looking back to see her determined gaze.

“Arrangement, Miss?”

“Yes, arrangement.” She bites her lip. It’s enough to get you going. “I mean, they wouldn’t know, right?”

And she stands up.

You are frozen in the spot while she walks. Every stride is made with purpose, and they seem designed to make your mind wonder. From her wide-legged pants to that black shirt, it all fits her so fucking well. She looks at you with purpose, like a predator eyeing on their prey. Even a child could work out who is who.

“I can tutor you, but in exchange,”–she pulls her cuff back, revealing more of her skin–“you have to fuck me, brainless.”

It’s a good offer, actually, but you can’t just give in so easily. Your pride is at stake (kind of, you just don’t want to look like another man who’d say yes to sex at the first opportunity). “And why do you think I’d say yes to that, Miss Lee?”

“I mean, sure, assuming that you’d fold is premature, to say the least,” she coos, looking into your eyes.

“But with the way you’ve been looking at me for these past few months.”

Fuck.

“And I can’t help but think,”—her hand lands on your crotch, biting her lip, god, what a sight—“what wild fucking fantasies you’re having with me.”

You moan in response to her touch. The pleasure is seeping through your whole body.

“I–I do,”—and she squeezes your crotch once more—“ngh, have a lot of fantasies with you.”

“Show me, then. Shove this cock into my cunt, and I’ll get that A for you.”

You undo your pants as quickly as she undoes hers. They both fall to the ground simultaneously, sending the clunking sounds of your belts hitting the floor through the office. Your erection springs free at the sight of her bare, unshaved pussy on display. Her slit is slicked in arousal.

“C’mere, baby. Show me what you got.”

Seoyeon steps backwards and sits on her table, spreading her legs wide to give you the image of her cunt, so ready to grip your cock like a vice.

“And you’re going to tutor me after this, right?”

“If you can make me cum with you,” she says, fingers splaying her core for your access. “You get to cum inside me, either way. I’ve always been on the pill.”

You take steps towards Seoyeon. Your tip gets closer to her tightness every second. It’s closer, it’s closer, until your hands touch her knees.

“Your hands are so soft, baby.”

“Thanks, Miss Lee.”

She chuckles. It’s so cute when she smiles like this, shame that you’re going to wipe it away for at least the next few minutes—with her being a moaning mess and all.

It’s so, so, languid—the way your cock disappears into her wanton cunt. Her mouth hangs open in pleasure. Her hands grip onto the edge of the table tighter than ever. “Hah–hah, f–fuck, i–it’s pretty big, baby.”

“T–Thanks, ah, M–Miss Lee.”

She grips onto you so tightly with her velvety walls. It feels like heaven, the way her cunt welcomes you. You want to cherish this moment forever. And with a few inches more, you’re buried deep inside her.

“At the hilt, right?”

“Y–Yes, miss.” you stammer.

“A–Alright, fuck me slow and hard, okay? Take every stroke like you mean it,” commands Seoyeon.

“Okay, Miss L–Lee.”

And with that, you drag your cock back, out of her, before thrusting yourself back into her needy cunt again. Both of you moan in unison. She’s so fucking gorgeous with her mouth hanging open like this. It’s as if you’re enjoying the fact that it’s you that’s making her a flushing, moaning mess like this.

“G–God, you’re so, so big, sweetie. I wish I have your cock just for myself.”

You can do nothing but whimper, and you watch your length reappear out of her again. “Ngh.” Before plunging yourself back into her wetness.

“Pick up that tempo, baby, pick–it–up.”

And it becomes like clockwork. You thrust yourself back and forth, in and out of her wanting, wet cunt. Seoyeon’s face and inner thighs become beet red, so long lost in the pleasure you’re giving her. You’re no better, feeling the heat pooling in your cheeks. You’re as excited about this as she is.

“God, god, yes, you’re hitting the spot, baby,” screams Seoyeon. Someone must’ve heard that.

The table creaks and cries with each of your hammering. Stationeries and papers fall down to the floor, all in disarray—reports, pens, recommendation letters.

As the tempo picks up, sweat drips from her forehead. And as if it’s innate, you stick out your tongue to taste her fluid. Salty. Tangy. Robust.

“Freaky, are we?”

“Y–Yes, miss.”

Her walls are gripping onto you so, so hard. You can explode any minute, but you’ll have to hold on, for her. Your moans are filling the room right now, added with the smell of sweat and sex. The head of your cock finds its way to stimulate her insides, grazing the spot where it makes her a mess. She keeps reaching high notes with each thrust you take.

You swear she looks so ethereal, being filled with your cock right now. “You’re so pretty, Miss Lee,” you say.

“A–Aww, thanks, baby,” answers Seoyeon as she cups your face, body still vibrating from the thrusts.

And as cued, her body stiffens—a sign of her own high. Her grips on the table are tighter than ever. You can feel your cock getting ready to release inside her too, It builds up inside you like a tsunami.

“Nghn, M–Miss Lee, I–I’m gonna cum.”

“It’s okay, b–baby, me too, me too.”

Your thrusts are more determined than ever, chasing the high of blowing your load inside her cunt. Her walls are tighter than ever, so ready to take in your white hot cum.

“B–Baby, I’m cumming, ah!”

Seoyeon convulses on your cock. Her vice grips you so strongly. She wails, fuck, it’s a melody. And with the way her mouth opens wide, sweat dripping from her forehead, her eyes fluttering as she cums, it’s quite a sight to behold.

And within her orgasm, you cum, hard. Jets and jets of hot cum paint the insides of Professor Lee Seoyeon white, all while she’s shrieking on your cock. Your whole body shakes in the pleasure of taking her cunt.

With the last thrusts, cum dribbles off the tip of your length into her tightness. Your nectar leaks out of her, dripping onto the table. 

The room is now a fucking mess. Papers and pens are scattered everywhere. Not talking about the smell of sex that needs to be washed out soon yet.

“So, Miss Lee, are you going to be my tutor now?”

“Yeah, definitely, maybe.”

[multicohn]

summary: when yuki’s girlfriend gets into a dating rumour with another idol, he gets jealous and hard launches their relationship much to the dismay of her company.

warnings: just nctzens being haters 🙄 ( im an nctzen🧍‍♀️)

pairing: fem! kpop idol! reader x yuki tsunoda

genre: social media au

face claim: no one in particular but the images used are from pinterest plus fromis9’s jiheon, seoyeon, jisun, and saerom’s instagrams

author note: my first post 🫶🫶 also yes, i’m aware that dating in kpop isn’t very… accepted and if an idol’s s/o did this they might actually be fired but this is fictional so 🤷‍♀️

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user: i can’t stand this bitch

user: who tf does she think she is

user: please don’t put him into a hiatus sm 🙏🙏🙏

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user: i might just kms if that happened

user: no not my renjun :(

user: they’re only doing this so forjoy can get attention for their comeback

user: lol what a pick me

user: they’re gonna break up. y/n is too much for junnie

user: ew

user: lmao look at the way jun is looking at her 😂😂😂 hes def breaking up with her

user: who the hell is y/n

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user: she’s the ( lead rapper or lead vocalist ) and the maknae of forjoy

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forjoy_y/n: i miss you too bby. please more careful though, my company is still debating on whether or not to allow us to go public

yukitsunoda0511: 👍

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yukitsunoda0511: well. all i have to say is;

1. do not believe everything you see on the internet

2. y/n is happily dating me and renjun is just a friend of hers.

3. please listen to glow and buy rockslide by forjoy so her company doesn’t gets mad 🫶

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liamlawson30: nah…. my guy was serious

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yukitsunoda0511: kys

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liamlawson30: ON THE MAIN ACCOUNT?

user: WTF SINCE WHEN

user: oh.

user: HOW TF DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN

user: QUICK HOW TALL IS SHE

user: what language do they speak in?

user: MY WIFE AND MY HUSBAND ARE DATING??

forjoy_y/n: yuki…

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yukitsunoda0511: ☺️

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forjoy_y/n: 🤦‍♀️

[kangshxrtie]

Stay Numb & Carry On

Sypnosis ♡ Yunjin and Y/N are dating until one day Y/N finds out that Yunjin is cheating. Instead of breaking up like normal, Y/N decides to get revenge with the help of a friend of a friend, Nien.

Pairings ♡ Huh Yunjin x Fem Reader & Hsu Nien Tzu x Fem Reader

Status ♡ On-Going

Updates ♡ Tuesday, Thursday

Cast ♡ The Love Square ♡ Girls Never Die ♡ No Celestial

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ Part One ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

One | Why are we a secret?

Two | Being in a secret relationship

Three | No trust between us

Three.Five | She for everybody

Four | Use me

Five | Not alone

Six | Hidden truths

Seven | A recent thing

Eight | Why did you never

Nine | If only

Ten | Early tensions

Eleven | For the plan

Twelve | What if I

Thirteen | Kim Chaewon

Fourteen |

Fifteen |

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ Part Two ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

[elryuse]

Omg I love your yandere stuff, I would like to request some yandere seoyeon from triple s

NOBODY BUT ME

Yandere Seoyeon (TripleS) X Male Reader

Seoyeon's POV

My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Y/n's smile, meant for everyone during our class presentation, felt like a spotlight burning straight into my soul. Today, I practiced confessing a million times in the mirror, but the words still felt like clumsy birds, refusing to take flight in front of him.

Later, after practice, I practically ran to Xinyu, our TripleS dorm room a whirlwind of scattered clothes as I changed. "Xinyu, Xinyu! I need your help!"

Xinyu, ever the reliable friend, looked up from her phone. "Whoa, slow down, Seoyeon. What's wrong?"

"It's Y/n! I need to tell him how I feel, but I'm scared he won't like me back." Tears welled up in my eyes.

Xinyu squeezed my hand. "Hey, Seoyeon, you're TripleS's Seoyeon! He'd be lucky to have you. Here's what we'll do. How about I get to know him better, then create an opportunity for you two?"

Relief washed over me. "Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Absolutely! Now, spill the details about him."

The next few days were a blur of stolen glances at Y/n and Xinyu's enthusiastic reports of their "study sessions" at the library. A flicker of unease ignited in my chest, but I pushed it down. Xinyu was my friend, and she was just helping.

Then, one evening, Xinyu burst into our room, her eyes wide. "Seoyeon, you won't believe it! Y/n and I almost kissed!"

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. My breath hitched, and a cold dread seeped into my bones. "Almost kissed? What do you mean 'almost kissed'?"

Xinyu's smile faltered. "It was just a moment, Seoyeon. Honestly, I think he likes you more."

But the seed of doubt was sown. Images of Xinyu, my best friend, and Y/n, my love, flashed before my eyes, a horrifying kaleidoscope. The love I felt for Y/n morphed, twisted by jealousy and possessiveness. He was mine, only mine.

That night, I dreamt of a world painted crimson, where Xinyu was a fragile doll, her porcelain mask shattered. I woke up with a gasp, a newfound resolve hardening my heart.

The next day, I cornered Xinyu in the practice room. The fear in her eyes when she saw the glint in mine was delicious. Her apology was a whimper, lost in the roar of my own voice.

"Y/n is mine, Xinyu. And if anyone tries to take him from me..." My voice trailed off, but the unspoken threat hung heavy in the air.

Later that day, I found Y/n alone on the rooftop. The city stretched out beneath us, a glittering tapestry of indifference. Tears streamed down my face as I confessed my love, a torrent of words laced with a terrifying intensity that left him speechless.

Seizing his moment of stunned silence, I leaned in and kissed him. It was a kiss that tasted of desperation and a kind of love that was all-consuming and suffocating.

As we pulled apart, Y/n's eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and something else I couldn't decipher. But in that moment, it didn't matter. He was mine, and no one, not even Xinyu, would ever take him away from me.

The kiss was a dam breaking within me. The possessiveness that had been simmering beneath the surface erupted into a blazing inferno. Y/n was speechless, his surprise a mixture of confusion and something else I desperately hoped was reciprocation.

"I love you, Y/n," I blurted out, the words tumbling over each other in a rush. "You have no idea how much."

He didn't reply, his gaze flickering between me and the approaching figure of Xinyu. Her smile faltered slightly as she neared us, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"Seoyeon? Everything alright here?"

I squeezed Y/n's hand a little too tightly, my voice strained. "We're just... catching up," I said.

Xinyu's smile vanished completely. "Oh," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Well, I'll just... leave you two to it then."

She turned to walk away, but before she could take a step, I lunged forward. My intention was to steal another kiss, to assert my dominance, but Y/n surprised me. He gently placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Seoyeon," he said, his voice laced with concern. "Look, I appreciate your feelings, but-"

His words were cut short by the sound of my choked sob. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. "Don't you like me, Y/n?" I hiccuped. "Xinyu said-"

"Xinyu?" He frowned. "We were just studying together. Seoyeon, I—"

"Because you like her, don't you?" I wailed, my possessiveness twisting into a heartbreaking insecurity.

Y/n sighed, his eyes filled with a warmth that melted the ice around my heart. "No, Seoyeon," he said softly. "You're the one who makes me nervous, the one who makes my heart race."

He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away my tears. "I do care about you, Seoyeon. But maybe not in the way you want me to."

A flicker of disappointment flickered through me, but it was quickly extinguished by the sincerity in his eyes. "Then how?" I whispered, a sliver of hope peeking through the cracks of my despair.

He smiled, a gentle, understanding smile. "Like a friend, Seoyeon. A very special friend. You're funny, talented, and kind. And maybe, just maybe, if we take things slow..."

A blush crept up my cheeks as he leaned in, his voice barely a murmur. "We could see where this goes."

The world seemed to tilt on its axis, but this time in a wonderful way. Maybe having Y/n in my life as a friend was the best place to start after all. Besides if I got closer to him, I might just finally have him under my fingertips. Soon he will be mine. And There would be nobody who can stop itit.

The End

[littleprinces]

Turn Into a Pet

Male Reader x Lee Nagyung x Dog

( TRIGGER WARNING // ⚠️⚠️ This story contains elements of violence, and bestiality. Please use your discretion in deciding whether or not to continue reading this story.)

In the bustling heart of the city, my life was a whirlwind of responsibilities, meetings, and countless deadlines. Yet, amidst the chaos, my greatest joy was returning home to my beloved dog. They were my sanctuary, my companions, and the reason I smiled after a long day. Given my hectic schedule, I knew I needed someone trustworthy to care for them while I was away.

That’s when I met Nagyung.Nagyung came highly recommended, her gentle demeanor and love for animals evident from our first meeting. She quickly became an indispensable part of my household, tending to my dog with a level of care and affection that mirrored my own. Mornings were filled with the sound of her cheerful greetings, and evenings often concluded with her sharing stories of their daily adventures.

One particular day, however, a shift occurred. I noticed something off with my dogs—they seemed lethargic, their usual exuberance dulled. Concerned, I questioned Nagyung, who hesitantly admitted to changing their diet. She believed a new brand would be healthier for them. While her intentions were good, I had always been meticulous about their food, knowing how sensitive they were to dietary changes.

I just want to punish her, I start to choke Nagyung's neck and push her to the wall, she just cries. I start to undress her, get her naked with her small tits and start to slap her tits and squeeze it, "Sorry sir, forgive me" and I force her to bent over the floor, make she show her ass and start to spank her ass so hard "UUHH FUCKK SIR, I'M SORRY" Nagyung start cried when i dominate her body.

Max, my Alaskan Malamute starts to lick nagyung's pussy, i have a wild idea, I will let Max fuck Nagyung as her punishment, Max still lick her pussy and make Nagyung hornier. Her face shows her getting really horny so bad. Max stills lick her pussy as i push Nagyung's face in a floor.

Max's little cock start to erect and ready to fuck her new bitch, nagyung's getting wet and Max start to thrust nagyung's pussy "AHH FUCKK MAX, AHHH I'M YOUR BITCH" Nagyung getting horny as Max start pounding her pussy and scratch her back as like dog breeding.

I still push her face in the floor and start to spank her as as her getting fucked by her new breed partner, i slap her cheek, "Fuckk max, harder please, fuck me harder" nagyung moan so hard, and her face turned red.

Max still pound her pussy and start to cumming into her slutty cunt, "AHH YES AHH CUM INSIDE ME" then Nagyung squirt after max pull out her small cock.

"Master, put me in the cage, let me be your second little dog", as she wishes, I put dog collar first in her neck and put her in the cage. She is happy because she became my pet.

And I looking for new caregiver for my dogs, Max and Nagyung. A few days later, a woman came to be my new dog caretaker; her name is Seoyeon.

[glossdebut]

PRICE OF FAME | MYG ★ 03

✧ PAIRING: yoongi x fem!reader

✧ SERIES SUMMARY: You were about ready to give up, your career nowhere near what you dreamed it’d be when you started at eighteen, bright-eyed and naive. Reality for you these past few years has consisted of pouting at a camera, ignoring whispers of your name at company events, and ensuring that the stupid, tiny designer purses they keep forcing on you can at least carry a flask. But now, you’re helping a friend in need. For the first time in a long time, it feels like you’re doing something worthwhile with your life. Too bad Min Yoongi, the newest thorn in your side, seems insistent on stopping you.

✧ SERIES TAGS: enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, smut, fake/pretend relationship (not main couple), rockstar!yoongi, model!reader, guitarist yoongi, singer jungkook, bassist taehyung, drummer jimin, manager namjoon, yoongi & maknae line are in a rock band, reader & seokjin are best friends, yoongi & hoseok are best friends (sope duo ftw), yoongi has a tongue piercing, reader is a brat

✧ CHAPTER TAGS/WARNINGS: THE JEJU TRIP BEGINS!, JK is clueless and a little bit annoying, jimin and taehyung are meddlers, seokjin wishes he was fishing, yoongi is a bitch as per usual, aqua uses ANOTHER arctic monkeys song as a plot device, A BIG REVEAL OF SORTS!, idk a lot of stuff happens in this chapter, the exposition is expositioning (see series masterlist for series warnings)

✧ CHAPTER WORDCOUNT: 7.4k words

✧ AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi everyone! happy belated taehyung day and happy new year! writing this chapter kicked my ass. it sat at 1k-ish words for almost the ENTIRE month until i miraculously busted out the final 6.4k in less than 48 hours. but it’s hereeeeee! a big thank you to tanni @yooniivrse for beta reading and mj @kkaetnipjeon for answering my many, many questions about jeju <3

P.S. the jeju house in this is modeled after an airbnb i found online (with a few alterations to fit my perception of yoongi’s taste) so if my description isn’t enough for you to picture it, here is the link to the house i modeled it after!

P.P.S. i finally got my taglist sorted out! if your username is missing at this point, it means i straight up don’t have it. comment and/or fill out my taglist form if you want to be added!

CH. 03: WHAT DO YOU KNOW?

Jeju is a big change of pace for you.

You spend your days in Seoul with little reason to step outside of city limits. It’s so big, offering anything and everything you could possibly need. When you do happen to travel, it’s always for work, and always to some other booming metropolis. It’s difficult to recall the last time you’d been surrounded by such lush greenery as opposed to the impenetrable walls of slate grey you’ve grown accustomed to.

It feels like a miracle that your manager, Seoyeon, was able to swing this for you, even if there are a few strings. You’re still technically working—you always are, whether it’s through the brand of clothes you’re seen wearing or the model of car you’re seen leaving the airport in. A walking advertisement. But still, she’s managed to finesse things so you don’t have any shoots lined up for the next few weeks.

You don’t think you’ve been to Jeju since your last trip with Seokjin, the summer after you graduated high school. A trip that Seokjin spent fishing and you spent sunning. And the two of you, funded by the money Seokjin had saved up during his second year of college, certainly weren’t staying in a place like this.

Yoongi’s house in Seogwipo is far from what you imagined.

It’s huge, but you knew to expect that, at least. Two floors, four bedrooms, three bathrooms. More than enough space to accommodate a rock band and their instruments (and their egos), which is why it was purchased in the first place.

But given what you know about Yoongi, and the fact that the band only comes here when they need to write an album, you weren’t expecting it to be so… homey.

The walls are painted a soft sage green. Dark wooden furnishings, splashes of charcoal grey and cream. A screened-in patio on the first floor that leads to a gorgeous garden with a wooden (and from the looks of it, hand-built) free standing swing. A terrace on the second floor with a beautiful view of the surrounding beach village.

There are fucking houseplants all over the place, thriving in the natural light the many windows offer. It looks like somebody lives here, even though you’d bet your left tit that Yoongi doesn’t. 

It doesn’t look to his taste, or at least what you’d imagine his taste to be. Dark and minimalistic, rather than dark and cozy. Cold, clinical. Yoongi’s apartment is probably as inviting as a hotel suite.

Maybe Yoongi owns it, but Namjoon maintains it. That’d make sense.

You think about asking, just to satisfy your own curiosity, but as everyone disperses to drop their bags, you decide it’s not worth it. Namjoon is preoccupied with his managerial duties, unloading equipment and instruments from the car, and nothing good seems to ever come out of talking to Yoongi anyway.

Jeongguk, ever the gentleman, wrenches your bags from your hands before you even get a chance to figure out which room you’ll be staying in. Hefting the strap of a duffel bag over his shoulder, extra large rolling suitcases in each hand, he carries everything up the stairs with alarming ease, leaving you no choice but to follow. He has your bags, after all.

You follow him silently into a bedroom on the second floor. It’s only when he tosses all of the bags onto the bed that you realize, with shocking clarity, that you and Jeongguk are expected to share a room.

This room. Which only has one bed. Because happy couples sleep in the same bed.

“You okay?” Jeongguk asks, the sound of his voice effectively tearing your eyes away from the mattress-shaped elephant in the room.

You really need to get better at keeping control of your facial features, instead of looking like you’re going to be sick at every perceived complication.

“Is, um,” you start, pointing at the bed. “Are we…?”

Realization crosses over Jeongguk’s face as his gaze follows the direction of your finger.

“Oh, fuck,” he huffs, big boba eyes widening. “I didn’t really think about it, to be honest with you.”

Well, that’s not very reassuring.

“Oh,” you say, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, even though you’re feeling very much the opposite. 

Being on this trip is bad enough. You already feel like you’re intruding on something you’ll never really be a part of, despite all of Jeongguk’s insistence that you being in Jeju with him will do wonders for your story’s credibility. But the idea of sharing a bed with him is just… It’s too much. It’s too real.

Somewhere in a hospital back in Seoul, Seokjin is laughing at your expense. You can sense it.

“It’s fine,” Jeongguk says, waving his hand dismissively. 

“Jeongguk,” you huff. You don’t want to be a bitch, but you can’t help but get frustrated—on behalf of yourself and his girlfriend, who you’re allegedly doing all of this bullshit for in the first place. He’s been here, has lived in this house for weeks on end as long as they’ve been writing albums here. He should’ve known this would be a problem. 

“I don’t think your girlfriend would like it very much if she knew we’d be sharing a bed while we’re here.”

“I’ll figure it out,” he says, apparently oblivious to the irritation that’s starting to come off of you in waves. “I’m sure there’s a couch I can move in here or something.”

“Okay,” you say stiffly. You’re unconvinced, but if he wants to figure out how to move a couch in here unnoticed, that’s up to him.

“Seriously,” Jeongguk insists, squeezing your shoulder in reassurance. “I’ll take care of it. Come on, let’s go back downstairs.”

“You go ahead,” you say, shaking your head. “I’m gonna unpack a little before I head down.” 

Jeongguk shrugs, leaving the room without fighting you on it. Thank god, too. You need a few minutes to decompress before you willingly head back into the belly of the beast.

Shit, this was a bad idea. This was all a bad idea, and you just keep going along with it because you’re incapable of saying ‘no’ where Jeon Jeongguk is concerned. 

Meeting the band after their last concert was one thing. A necessary evil, in order to sell all of this. Even hijacking their tour wrap dinner wasn’t that big of a deal—it certainly felt good to put Yoongi in his place, you have no problem admitting that.

But this? Sharing a house with the other members who all think you’re someone you’re not, just for some airport pictures? A few Instagram posts? It feels like you’re both taking things too far.

And then there’s Yoongi. 

Yoongi, who hasn’t spoken a word to anyone since the plane took off from Incheon. You didn’t think so many questions could be answered with hums and grunts, but you’re almost impressed by how wrong he’s proven you. It’s all in the inflection, it seems.

He’s pissed. Whether it’s still about the dinner, or just the fact that you’re here at all, you don’t know. Normally, you’d jump at the chance to piss him off further, just on principle. But being in such close quarters like this…. All a pissed Yoongi is going to do is cause more problems for you.

You’re deliberating on whether or not proposing a truce would be worth it when you finally leave the bedroom, heading towards the stairs. 

Everyone seems to be doing their own part in setting up for the trip. Namjoon and Jeongguk are outside clearing out what remains in the car, visible through the glass of the front door. Taehyung is pacing around the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets and recording his findings in the notes app of his phone. And…

Speak of the devil. Yoongi is helping Jimin set up his drum kit in the middle of the living room, right smack in front of your face as you reach the foot of the staircase.

Since you’ve been upstairs, he’s shed the stupid black puffy coat he was wearing at the airport. The sweater that was underneath too, it seems, leaving him down to a long-sleeved white thermal. 

It makes sense–-Jeju is more temperate than Seoul, and the heat is blasting in the house anyway.

He’s sprawled out on the floor, on his back as he attaches the legs to the kick drum while Jimin deals with the toms. It’s not as if drum kit assembly is particularly interesting to you. You don’t know why you stop and look, but you do. 

Yoongi is always so buttoned up, both metaphorically and literally. Especially with the chill that’s been permeating Seoul for the past two months. Everyone’s been drowning in layers—except you, thanks to Hyerin. And it’s so, so stupid, but the hem of Yoongi’s shirt is bunched up just the slightest bit as he reaches for a screwdriver. It’s just the faintest hint of pale skin, right above the waistband of his jeans, but it’s more than you’ve ever seen from him. For some reason, you just can’t bring yourself to look away.

But then he adjusts and its gone, forcing you to snap out of whatever bizarre reverie you’ve found yourself in.

When you glance up, he’s staring right back at you. Your eyes zero in on his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, just a flash of the little silver barbell there before it’s gone again. His eyebrow raises in recognition, like he’s caught you doing something you shouldn’t.

…Are you doing something you shouldn’t?

“You’re doing that wrong,” you blurt, relief flooding you when he breaks first, his head swiveling to look over his handiwork with a furrowed brow. 

Your diversion gives you enough time to sneak away towards the kitchen. Yoongi’s muttered ‘what the fuck do you know’ reaches your heated ears as you pass by, but you have no choice but to let it go.

What the fuck. You really need to get laid if an inch of skin can make heat crawl up your neck like this. From Min Yoongi, no less.

★ ★ ★

Time spent hiding in the kitchen reveals the method to Taehyung’s cabinet-snooping madness: building a grocery list. 

Once your little freakout subsides, you’re fully briefed on the process, joining him in taking stock of what’s here and what isn’t. To your surprise, many of the shelf-friendly basics have been kept in full stock, leaving mostly perishables (meats, vegetables, and fruits) to be added to the list. After Taehyung’s phone is passed around for everyone’s additions, Namjoon and Yoongi roll out to go grocery shopping at a nearby market.

It isn’t lost on you that the pair are acting a bit strangely towards each other—and it can’t just be because of what went down at the dinner. Ever since you met the band at Incheon, they’ve given Yoongi a noticeably wide berth. But the maknaes still talked to him, despite the lackluster responses (grunts) they received in return.

Even Jeongguk has been interacting with Yoongi, and he was the one who drove him out of Yoojung Sikdang in the first place! You haven’t seen Namjoon look his way all day. He still isn’t, you note, as you watch their car retreat through the window.

Weird.

Not that you care, of course. Yoongi deserved what he got at that dinner, as far as you’re concerned. You don’t regret calling those reporters. You told Seokjin you wanted to make his life a living hell, and you’d meant it. 

But still, you can’t help the guilt that gnaws at you at the possibility that you’re playing the part of Yoko Ono. You’re sure Yoongi thinks so.

Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi. Who gives a fuck? It’s not like you’re here for him. You’re here for Jeongguk. You just need to put him out of your mind, you decide.

You make your way through the house, intent on finding Jeongguk to help with whatever else needs to get done tonight, when you’re ambushed by two maknaes that are clearly up to no good.

“YN-ieeee,” Jimin sing-songs. There’s a mischievous look in his eye as he grabs you by the hand and pulls you towards the living room.

“Come sit with us,” Taehyung insists, plopping himself down on the couch and patting the space next to him.

“I was actually looking for Jeongguk,” you say, eyeing both of them. But you relent anyway, stiffly sitting down on the couch where they now flank you.

“He gets you all the time,” Jimin says. He smiles brightly, turning his body towards you and tilting his head as he studies you. “It’s our turn. We have a question for you.”

Oh, you do not like this one bit. 

“A question?”

“A question,” Taehyung repeats, nodding.

“Okay, um,” you start, unsure of which one of them to look at. You settle on Taehyung, because he’s far less menacing. “Go ahead?”

“What’s going on with you and Yoongi-hyung?” Jimin asks.

Fuck. So much for putting him out of your mind.

It’s a fair question, but still, your head turns so fast in Jimin’s direction that you swear you hear a crack in your neck.

“Wh-what? What do you mean?”

“The animosity,” Jimin purrs. He’s still grinning at you, all charming teeth and deceptively cute mochi cheeks. “You both just met, right? Where’d that come from?”

This is a nightmare.

It’s not like you can tell them the truth, as much as you may want to. Until you can figure out exactly what it is Yoongi claims to know about you, he pretty much has you backed into a corner. Plus, you’ll be living with him for at least a few weeks. You’re not against ruining his time here in small, inconsequential ways, but this is decidedly not that.

You’ll keep the peace. For now.

“I think Yoongi-ssi and I just got off on the wrong foot,” you explain. It’s not a complete lie, to be fair. “I’ve been meaning to talk to him about what happened at Yoojung Sikdang…”

“That was ugly,” Taehyung says, wincing at the memory.

“Yeah,” Jimin agrees. “Does he really think the photographers were your fault?”

Yes, because they were.

“I guess so,” you sigh. “I don’t blame him, honestly. I would’ve thought the same if I were him. I feel really bad about the whole thing.”

“Don’t,” Taehyung says emphatically as he clasps one of your hands in his. If there’s one thing you’ve learned about Taehyung since you’ve met him, it’s that he’s not very big on personal space. He’s so casual about it, though, that you’re finding you don’t mind all that much.

“We can talk to him if you want us to,” Jimin says. “Yoongi-hyung can be a real asshole when he puts his mind to it, and you don’t deserve that.”

“No! No, it’s fine,” you insist, trying not to panic. For whatever reason, Yoongi has kept his suspicions about you between the two of you. As far as you know, at least. You’d like to keep it that way. “I’ll talk to him.”

“Are you sure?” Jimin asks, eyeing you.

“I’m sure.”

Thankfully, they both seemingly let it go after that. When Jeongguk reappears, he joins the three of you on the couch and the conversation moves to safer topics, all of them excitedly chattering to you about what they plan to do while they’re in Jeju. 

Apparently, the four always make a point to visit a nearby citrus orchard when they come here. It sounds fun, and for the first time since Jeongguk invited you, you allow yourself to feel the slightest bit of excitement about this trip. You can’t help it. You fucking love tangerines. 

Namjoon and Yoongi return from the market an hour or so later. 

Namjoon enlists the help of the maknaes to help him haul bags of groceries inside, leaving you to hover awkwardly as Yoongi moves around the kitchen.

He and Namjoon must’ve talked or something. He looks much more at peace than he did when they left. At least, until he catches you staring.

“What?” Yoongi asks, narrowing his eyes at you as he procures a cutting board from a cabinet.

“Just wondering if you need any help,” you say, a practiced, saccharine smile on your face.

“From you?” he scoffs. “I’m good.”

“At least I offered.”

“You’re a regular Mother Teresa.”

You roll your eyes as you watch him pull what he needs from the knifeblock, silently praying he cuts one of his precious guitar-playing fingers off. But your intent to voice that hope is thwarted by Namjoon and the rest of the members ambling back inside, arms full of grocery bags.

Yoongi clearly doesn’t want you lingering, so after you help clear off the counter, you make yourself scarce until dinner is done.

You busy yourself with texting Seokjin with an update on how things are going. You know he’s probably at work, so you try to keep it as succinct as possible despite everything that’s happened since you’ve arrived—Yoongi’s icy behavior, the confusion surrounding your sleeping arrangement, the (resolved?) tension between Namjoon and Yoongi, Jimin and Taehyung’s interrogation.

And then, because you want him to at least envy you a little bit, you send him pictures of the house—and then brag about your proximity to fish.

You: we’re like a 5 min walk from a fishing port too lol

A few minutes later, your phone buzzes, and you can’t help your snort at his response. It’s a selca of him pouting in his scrubs, covered in stickers of an agonized Mario.

SuckJin: I h8 u

You: <3

The rest of the night goes smoothly, all things considered. Yoongi’s maeun-tang is delicious, which is slightly annoying, but you’re not one to take good food for granted. Plus, the two of you are a lot more amicable during this dinner than the last one you shared together.

After dinner, everyone finishes setting up the equipment in the living room, which quickly turns into an impromptu jam session under the guise of testing the setup. It’s nice, being able to watch them play together without the pressure of a stage, of a crowd. They’re just fooling around, playing whatever sounds right, joking back and forth—and you get to witness it.

You’re just about to get out of their hair and head upstairs when Jeongguk gets up, intercepting you before you reach the staircase.

“Hey,” he says softly, tilting his head towards the patio. “Come outside with me?”

Wordlessly, you nod, confused as you follow him outside. Jeongguk guides you over to the swing you were admiring when you’d all arrived. You can’t help but notice how nervous he looks as you both sit, but you try not to assume the worst.

“I feel like you were kinda mad at me,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Earlier.”

About the bed? Yeah, kind of. But you didn’t realize you’d made it so obvious.

“It’s fine,” you insist, shaking your head. “I was more flustered than anything, honestly. I just don’t want to get you into trouble.”

“You won’t,” he huffs, smiling a little. “I moved a couch into our room while Yoongi and Namjoon-hyung were gone. Like I said I would.”

Oh. Well. Now you kind of feel like a bitch.

“I’ll take it,” you offer. “You’re the one who’s here for work, anyway. I’d feel bad if I didn’t—”

“No, I’ll take it,” Jeongguk says, ignoring your responding huff. “Come on, YN-ah. I’ll barely be working while we’re here, anyway. It always goes the same way: Yoongi-hyung pretends like he’s going to let us help, and then he writes the entire album by himself. The rest of us are basically on vacation.”

“Besides, you’re here as a favor to me,” he adds. “Let me take the couch.”

You want to protest, but once Jeon Jeongguk sets his mind to something, it’s pretty much impossible for anyone to stand in his way.

“Fine.”

“Speaking of Yoongi-hyung…”

You groan, leaning your head back against the support of the swing. Everyone wants to talk about Min fucking Yoongi today. “What about him?”

“Is he playing nice?”

“He’s barely spoken to me,” you mutter, turning your head to level Jeongguk with a look. “So yes, he’s playing very nice. For him.”

“What’s his deal with you?” he asks, curious. Isn’t that just the question of the day?

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you say. “Jeongguk, it’s fine. Seriously. He doesn’t like me, I don’t like him, but I’m dealing with it. It’s nothing you need to worry about.”

Jeongguk clearly disagrees, but he holds it in, which you’re thankful for. At least you can be more candid with him than you can with Jimin and Taehyung.

“Just let me know if that changes, okay?”

“I will,” you mumble.

“Let me know if anything changes,” he corrects, nudging your shoulder with his. “Like… If you don’t want to do this anymore. I know it’s a lot.”

“It is,” you agree, sighing. “But nothing’s changed, Guk. I’ve dealt with assholes before. Min Yoongi is nothing compared to the worst of them.” 

If only he could know just how much you mean that.

“I just wish you two could get along,” he says, fiddling with his lip ring nervously. “Yoongi-hyung is a good guy when you get to know him. I’ve never seen him like this before.”

You don’t know what to say to that, partially because you have a hard time believing it. You have absolutely zero evidence that Yoongi is a good guy, and you’re more likely to believe that they’ve all just known each other way too long. That Jeongguk is blinded by admiration for his hyung.

“I’m sorry,” you say, because it’s all you have to offer. “I wish we could get along, too.”

The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, the swing rocking your bodies back and forth. But you can only take it for so long.

“I’m gonna head up. You coming?”

“No,” Jeongguk says, shaking his head as you stand up. “You go ahead. I’ll be in later.”

You feel bad for leaving him alone when he’s so clearly upset, but you know there’s nothing you can say or do to fix it. Just another thing outside of your control. They’re piling up, aren’t they?

You offer him a sympathetic smile, and then you head inside, leaving him with his thoughts.

★ ★ ★

You’re up bright and early the next morning, a full afternoon of Teams meetings ahead of you. Luckily it’s nothing too laborious—some planning for your schedule prior in light of the new year, calls that were scheduled long before you were invited to Jeju.

Jeongguk didn’t make it in before you fell asleep last night. You find that he’s already gone when you wake, too, blankets left in disarray on the couch he’s wedged into the corner of the room. 

Guiltily, you resign yourself to staying locked in the bedroom until you’re done with your work. It’s only right to give him time with his hyungs, something he obviously needs after your conversation last night. You’re happy to leave him be, if that’s what he needs.

You’d set your alarm with plenty of time to scroll aimlessly on your phone before you need to get up, so you do just that, reading through missed texts and Instagram notifications in a groggy haze. After, you wash your face and brush your teeth in the adjoining bathroom before setting your laptop up on the bed. 

Your calls go fine, although you’re bored to tears the whole time. You don’t know why Seoyeon even adds you to these things—it’s not like you have any control over your career. They might as well cut out the middleman and brief you on their decisions via email. But instead, you silently snack on a power bar you find stashed in your bag as your life for the next calendar year is mapped out for you, smiling and nodding when necessary.

As time passes, you lose track of how many faces have cycled through your screen. You stay glued to the same spot call after call, your stiffened legs pins and needles underneath you, and you only register how much time has passed when the bedroom door swings open. 

“Hey. You in a meeting?”

Your eyes snap up from your laptop to find Jeongguk poking his head into the bedroom. With a quick glance to your calendar, you realize you’ve just finished your last call of the day, and it’s not even two in the afternoon.

“No, I’m all done,” you say, shutting your laptop and waving him in. “What’s up?”

“Namjoon-hyung’s gotta go back to Seoul, so we’re taking him to the airport,” Jeongguk says, kicking the door closed behind him and sitting on the edge of the bed. “And then we’re gonna fuck around in Jeju City for a little bit. See the sights and all.”

“Oh, okay.”

Is this an invite, or…?

“Yoongi-hyung’s staying, though.”

Fuck. Nope, not an invite.

“Is he,” you hum, acting as unbothered as possible.

“We got some songs started today,” Jeongguk says, studying your expression for a moment. “The rest of us are burnt out, but he wants to keep going.”

“Well, do you want me to join you guys, or—”

“I want you to stay and talk to him.”

There it is.

“Jeongguk,” you huff, a protest on the tip of your tongue.

“YN, it’s worth a shot! Maybe if you two have a chance to talk you’ll find out you have more in common than you think.”

“I don’t think he’ll be happy if I interrupt his songwriting to have some kind of Kumbaya moment, Guk,” you sigh.

Jeongguk stands up from the bed, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“Can’t you at least try?” he says, his voice clipped as he paces. “Both of you are so fucking stubborn. Maybe you can bond over that.”

He’s one to talk about being stubborn, but whatever. You’ll let it slide, only because you feel so fucking guilty.

A long moment passes, and at your silence Jeongguk stops in his tracks to look at you expectantly. Fuck. Fuck this man and his stupid big brown eyes.

“I can’t promise you anything,” you finally say.

“Like I said, I just want you to try.”

He’s still tense, but at the hint of acquiescence from you, he softens. And that little bit of softness is enough for you to fully give.

“Fine,” you huff. You can already feel a migraine coming on.

“Thank you,” he beams, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, patting his back. Your heart flutters just the slightest bit because you’re a weak, weak woman. “Just don’t get your hopes up, okay?”

“I won’t!” he promises, pulling away with a bright grin. Hopes absolutely all the way up.

Goddammit. You hope Yoongi is feeling talkative today, because if not, you’re going to be the one crushing this poor guy’s dreams.

At this point, you’ll make him talk if you have to. Anything to keep that from happening.

“Go,” you say, nudging him towards the door. “I can’t talk to him until you guys leave.”

He clearly doesn’t need any more motivation than that, because then he’s out the door.

“You’re the best, YN!” he calls as he books it down the hallway, leaving you to flop back onto the bed with a groan.

Well. You’ve fucked yourself now.

***

You allow yourself the luxury of taking a shower before you head downstairs to face Yoongi. Maybe part of you is trying to prolong your peace, but you also haven’t felt clean since you got off the plane yesterday.

Still, you take your time, giving your hair a thorough wash and meticulously applying your skincare. By the time you dry off and exit the bathroom, a large cloud of steam follows you into the bedroom, still lingering in the air as you pull on some clean clothes.

What’s the right outfit to wear while you’re waving a white flag at your sworn enemy? Will a sweater and jeans cut it? You reason that you might as well be comfortable for this, settling on something soft and cashmere for the top—because you’re worth it!—and then pulling on a baggy pair of blue jeans.

Your socked feet finally pad down the stairs in search of the man himself, but you don’t have to look very far.

Yoongi sits cross-legged on the floor in the living room, his signature custom McCarty laid across his lap as he scribbles in the notebook in front of him, brow furrowed.

You know it’s not going to be easy to get him to talk, but you can’t help but feel annoyed when you sit down in front of him and he doesn’t even lift his head. Asshole.

“Yoongi,” you say, waving your hand in front of his face.

It doesn’t make him look at you, still scribbling away, but you at least get a grunt in return this time. You’ll take it.

“Don’t you think you should take a break?” you say. It’s obvious you’re fishing, but looking at him, it’s clear he needs one anyway. He looks exhausted. Did he even sleep? Or did he start working when everyone else called it a night? He’s not wearing the same clothes from last night, white thermal replaced with a black t-shirt and matching beanie, but that doesn’t mean he slept.

Not that you care. 

“No.”

Okay, you expected that. God forbid he make things easy for you.

You watch as he drops his pen, gaze still on his open notebook as he strums at the strings of his guitar, humming a half-baked melody under his breath.

“Why’d you pick Jeju?” you ask, satisfaction swelling when he glances up, meeting your eyes. But then it fizzles out when he looks away again.

The seconds tick by and he remains as tight-lipped as ever. Annoyed and antsy, you resort to filling the silence yourself, hoping you’ll get him to break if you just keep talking.

“I mean, it’s nice here, but you guys could write an album anywhere. There’s gotta be a reason you picked here, of all places.”

More silence. You want to give up—you could give up. You could easily tell Jeongguk you tried, and it wouldn’t necessarily be a lie. But you owe it to him to try harder.

Huffing, you reach out and close the notebook between your sitting bodies, earning a sharp glare from the man in front of you.

“C’mon, Yoongi,” you plead. “I’m really trying to get to know you here.”

With a long sigh, Yoongi looks up at the ceiling, his eyes rolling dramatically.

“Okay, fine,” he concedes. “If it’ll get you to shut the fuck up. What do you wanna know?”

Triumphantly, you ask about the house—if you’re going to be forced to make nice, you might as well ask questions you actually want to know the answers to. Who actually owns this house and why seems like as good a place to start as any.

“I own it,” Yoongi says. It seems like he’s going to try and leave it at that, but when you fix him with a withering stare, he continues with a sigh. “It used to be an Airbnb, but after our first stay I wanted it for myself. So once I had enough money from the first album, I negotiated with the owner. Bought it for a ridiculous price, but it’s mine.”

“It looks so well-maintained,” you offer, hoping he’ll continue if you resort to flattery. Plus, it’s true.

“I didn’t just buy it for us,” he says opening his notebook again. It doesn’t go unnoticed that he slides it out of your reach. “My family uses it sometimes, like a vacation home. When I was growing up, they always talked about taking family trips here during the summer, but money was too tight most of the time. Now they can come whenever they want.”

Oh. That’s… actually kind of sweet. Huh.

To your surprise, he entertains more of your questions without a fight. Where does his family live? (Daegu.) Does he have any siblings? (An older brother.) Is the swing outside really handbuilt? (Yes.) Who built it? (Yoongi did.)

His answers are succinct, but at the very least you’ve got him talking. As he continues to strum his guitar, you decide to push your luck and switch topics, hoping he’ll continue to play along.

“What are you working on?”

Yoongi grins, meeting your eyes again. “I’m writing a song for you.”

Uh oh. 

He’s fucking with you, right?

All kinds of alarms are going off in your head, but still, you can’t help yourself. “Is that so?”

“Mhm. Listen.”

Without missing a beat, Yoongi starts playing the chords he’s been half-heartedly strumming since you sat down, this time in earnest. And then, his gravelly voice fills your ears as he sings the lyrics he has written down in front of him.

Well, it's ever so funny 'Cause I don't think you're special, I don't think you're cool You're just probably alright But under these lights you look beautiful And I'm struggling, I can't see through your fake tan Yeah, and you know it for a fact that everybody's eating out of your hands

But what do you know? Oh, you know nothing Yeah, but I'll still take you home

What. The. Fuck.

Is this why he’s been entertaining you this whole time? Was it all just a set-up for the most insulting punchline you’ve ever heard in your life?

He doesn’t even bother to suppress his laughter when you snatch his notebook and throw it clear across the room.

“You are such an asshole!” you shout, surging forward to push roughly at his chest.

“Come on, dollface,” he says, shoulders shaking with the force of his laughter. “It was funny.”

“The fuck it was,” you snap, scrambling to your feet. Fuck this. You can really say you’ve tried now, and you don’t think Jeongguk would blame you one bit for calling it quits after Yoongi’s little show.

You turn on your heel, ready to run upstairs and lock yourself in your room until the maknaes get home, when you feel a strong hand grab your elbow. You don’t know when Yoongi got up, but before you can react, you’re whirled around to face him with your back pressed against the banister.

“I knew you were boring, but I thought you’d at least have a sense of humor.”

“Fuck you,” you say through gritted teeth, jerking your elbow out of his grasp. He lets go easily, but for some reason, you don’t move. You don’t retreat up the stairs. Instead, you stand stock still as the both of you stare at each other, your chest rising and falling with your anger-fueled breaths.

Just like he had when he caught you staring yesterday, Yoongi raises an eyebrow at you. A challenge.

“What’s your problem with me?” you manage, unsure of what to do with the way he’s staring you down. Why is he so close to you? Why can’t you bring yourself to move away?

“Stupid question. I’ve been pretty clear about that.”

“No, seriously,” you snap, jabbing your index finger into the center of his chest. “You said you know more about me than I think. What do you know?”

Silence. Nothing but a stupid, amused smirk plastered on his face. Of course. If he wants you to play a guessing game, you will. Not knowing exactly what he’s holding over your head is driving you insane, and you can’t do it anymore.

“Do you know about the photos?” you ask, your voice weak now.

Yoongi blinks at you, bewildered.

“Huh?”

You let out the breath that you were holding. Thank fuck. Thank fuck. Okay, he doesn’t know. Holy shit, you’ve never felt so relieved.

Shaking your head, you soldier on, despite your overwhelming urge to throw up. Your mind wanders to the lyrics he sang to you just a few moments ago. I'll still take you home. Instead of the power bar you ate earlier, a sudden bark of a laugh escapes your throat, visibly startling Yoongi.

“Do you want to fuck me or something? Is that what this is about?” It’s your turn to be amused now, especially when Yoongi sputters and turns bright pink right in front of your eyes. “You’re jealous that Jeongguk got to me first?”

“The fuck? Are you insane?”

“If that’s not it, what the hell is it, Yoongi? What could I have possibly done to make you hate me so much?”

Huffing, Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest. It’s clear that he’s torn about whether or not he should lay all of his cards on the table right now, but you’re not giving him much of a choice. You’re so wired that you might strangle him if he decides to bite his tongue.

Finally, he speaks.

“I just happen to be pretty good friends with Yoo Kihyun.”

Just like that, your hard-earned upper hand disappears and your stomach drops to your goddamn ass.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

There’s a name you haven’t heard in a while.

It’s satisfying, seeing you falter. 

In fact, it makes Yoongi feel all the more justified in the way he feels about you. He’d started to doubt himself after his phone call with Namjoon last week, but if just the sound of Kihyun’s name makes you look like you’re about to shit your pants, he must be on the right track.

“I… Oh,” you say, dumbstruck.

Yeah, Yoongi’s fucking caught your ass.

“Good enough explanation for you?” he asks, smug. Rightfully so, too, he thinks. 

But then you’re grabbing him by the wrist, glancing around like someone’s going to fucking overhear you or something. Like it’s not just the two of you here. 

“Come here,” you hiss as you drag him to the nearest bedroom, which just so happens to be his, slamming the door shut behind you.

Yoongi watches with amusement as you pace around the room, but his patience is wearing thin. He has shit to do.

“If you have more of your stupid fucking questions, just ask them,” he snaps. “You’re wasting my time.”

“What did Kihyun say about me?”

Ah. Wouldn’t you like to know?

But he’ll tell you, only because he’s feeling nice. You’ve put him in a good mood.

“Mostly that you were a shit girlfriend,” Yoongi says, smirking at you as he shrugs.

“I—”

“Felt bad for the guy, honestly. I’ve known him for years, you know, and he’s had plenty of girlfriends. He’s a good looking guy. But I’d never seen him so fucked up over a girl until he started dating you.”

“Yoongi…”

“And then one day, he calls me out of the blue, right? It wasn’t the first time he’d complained to me about you, and I figured I was in for more of the same,” he says, leaning back against the door as you perch at the end of his bed, wobbly. “But he said something pretty interesting, actually.”

“What?” you ask. Your voice is shaky. Yoongi grins.

“He told me he thought you were using him,” he says. “You barely talked to him, never took interest in anything he liked. Hardly spent time with him.” He pauses, before adding, “unless there were cameras involved. It’s a reasonable conclusion to draw, don’t you think?”

When you remain silent, Yoongi’s more than happy to continue.

“I tell him he shouldn’t have to take that shit, you know? It’s not fair. He’s a really good guy. So he tells me he’s going to invite you over, at least give you a chance to explain yourself before he dumps you. He didn’t want it to be a big thing, wanted to end things quietly.”

You whimper at that, your head in your hands now.

“Next thing I know, I’m seeing headline after headline,” he says, tilting his head at you. “And less than twenty four hours later, you’re at an award show, putting on this pitiful act for sympathy.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say. Yoongi can’t help but laugh.

“I don’t think Kihyun was lying to me,” he says, matter-of-fact. “He’s not that type of guy. Everyone knows that. Admit it, you were using him. And now you’re doing the same thing to Jeongguk.”

When you look up, you have tears in your eyes. Yoongi’s gotta hand it to you, your acting is getting much better.

“I was a shit girlfriend,” you concede, sniffling. “But I wasn’t using Kihyun.”

Okay. He’ll bite.

“Why even bother dating him, then? You obviously didn’t like him that much.”

“I just—” you cut yourself off, taking a shaky breath. “He was nice. That’s hard to come by.”

“Too boring for you in the end, then?”

Yoongi expects you to snap at him, to get angry, but instead you let out a watery little laugh.

“Yeah, something like that.”

Hm. Okay. 

He’s not sure what to do with that.

“Look,” you say, wiping at your eyes as you stand up from his bed. “I don’t know how to convince you that you’re wrong about me, and I’m honestly sick of trying. You want to hate me? Fine. I hate you, too.”

At least they can agree on something, Yoongi thinks.

“But Jeongguk asked me to talk to you,” you add. “He’s hurting.”

God fucking dammit. Yeah, Yoongi noticed how fucked up Jeongguk looked when he finally came inside last night. Part of him was hoping that you two had gotten into it, that Jeongguk was about to buy you a one-way ticket back to Seoul.

But no. It was about him.

Fuck.

“Can’t we just pretend to get along? For his sake?” you ask. “Call a truce, at least as long as I’m here?”

Shit. You really care about him.

Yoongi’s still not convinced the relationship isn’t bullshit, but this doesn’t seem like acting. He thinks about what Namjoon said over the phone, about the idea of losing Jeongguk over something so stupid.

Pretending to get along with you while you’re in Jeju wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Not if it means he gets to keep Jeongguk. He can always have a heart-to-heart with the kid after you fly home.

With a sigh, Yoongi relents. “Fine. But I still don’t fucking trust you.”

“Whatever,” you mutter, holding out your hand for him to shake. Reluctantly, Yoongi takes it.

“Great,” he says, dropping your hand in an instant. “Can I go back to work now?”

“Do what you want,” you say, shoving past him to open his bedroom door. 

And then you’re gone.

★ ★ ★

Yoongi doesn’t see you for the rest of the day, but even as he works, you invade every single one of his thoughts. The songwriting streak he’d been on since last night comes to a grinding halt, leaving him with nothing to show for his day alone.

When the kids get back, rowdy and excited, Yoongi’s guitar is long forgotten as he lays across the couch. Lost in thought, he only lifts his head when Jeongguk makes a beeline straight for him.

“YN talked to you?” Jeongguk asks hopefully, and Yoongi’s heart clenches.

A truce.

Well, no better time than now to start.

“Yeah,” Yoongi says, forcing the corners of his mouth to lift up in what he hopes is a convincing smile. “Yeah, Guk-ah. We’re all good.”

Relief flashes over Jeongguk’s face, and for the first time since Yoojung Sikdang, Yoongi’s on the receiving end of one of his genuine, big grins. He feels bad lying to the kid, but it’s not like you’ve left him with much choice. And it feels good to be the recipient of one of those again.

Still, Yoongi can’t help but think about what you’d said earlier. 

Yoongi might’ve shown his hand, but in a way you did, too. The photos? What the fuck did you mean by that? Is there something out there that can point to your guilt, and all Yoongi has to do is go digging for it?

Not to mention your resigned agreement when he guessed Kihyun was too nice for you, too boring. Maybe he can’t use Kihyun against you like he thought he could, but the way you’d looked at Yoongi when he was setting up Jimin’s drums…

That he can use.

He’ll hold up his end of the truce, so long as you do the same. 

But you can’t blame him for wanting to know the truth.

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nobody knows; park sohyun x reader

Scenario: nobody knows you are in a relationship with an idol until her roommates discover it. (i know that sohyun has a solo room, but for this imagines, sohyun is sharing a dorm with seoah, nien and seoyeon).

"guys remember that i'm out tonight !" says sohyun from the bathroom of her shared dorm, putting on her face the last touch of makeup.

"and where are you going ?" asks seoyeon, leaning against the bathroom door.

"i'm just going out with a friend, nothing else." she simply replies, looking at herself in the mirror while applying her mascara.

her dorm mate hummed in response. "to be honest with you, i'm not convinced by what you said."

"but i'm telling you the truth. we are in day off, i'm allowed to go see a friend that i didn't see in a long time." say sohyun.

"okay, but be careful if you go with your moto."

in fact, sohyun didn't get ready to see a friend, but to see her girlfriend. you met sohyun when you were in high school, and you quickly became friends. and then more than friends. but she has to hide it from her company and her group mates to debut. but every time she has days off, she does all she can to see you, like this night.

sohyun gets out of the bathroom to grab her moto jacket in the entrance of the dorm.

"where are you going ?" asks nien, who was in the living room, helping seoah with her middle school homework.

"i'm going out with a friend. you're going to eat at the restaurant" she replies with a sight, like she's annoyed by the question.

"yeah, but i'm pretty sure she's not seeing a friend. sohyun is too pretty to "just" see a friend!" says seoyeon.

sohyun rolled her eyes "girls please let me go, i'm going to be late" biker. the idol puts her shoes and her moto jacket on, takes her keys and her helmet to go out of the dorm.

sohyun is on her motorcycle, even tho her members and staff don't like it when she rides it. but she thinks it's better and faster than taking public transport or a taxi. on her ride to the restaurant where you are meeting, she's been thinking about you. about all the things she wants to do with you if she wasn't an idol, like holding hands and kissing in public, but it's not possible with her job. but you're okay with that, you know that being an idol was sohyun's biggest dream, and you also know that she doesn't want to ruin her career with a scandal.

you were already in front of the restaurant when you see sohyun arriving on her motorcycle.

"you're so pretty even when we can't see your face" you say, while sohyun turns off her motorcycle. she takes off her black helmet, flips her hair to get them in place.

"even in the dark, when i can barely see you, you're beautiful" she replies while going off her ride to pull you in a hug.

"i've missed you so much" you say, smelling your girlfriend's perfume that you've missed so much.

"let's go inside, i'm craving" sohyun wraps her arm around your shoulder to take you inside the restaurant. you smile at her. seeing the person you love the most after a long time face timing because she didn't have days off, fills your heart with warmness. seeing her smile, feeling her hands around your body can not make you more smiling.

what?" you ask with stars in your eyes.

"you keep smiling since we went into the restaurant, what is it?"

"nothing, i'm just happy to be with you, i missed you so much" you reply, still smiling like a dumb person.

the waiter took you to your reserved table, you sit at it as the waiter gives you the menus.

sohyun and you talked about the things you didn't have time to speak about during your long face time sessions. she talked about the music she wrote and produced for the group, and you talked about your college life, how classes are going and how well you passed your finals.

at the end of the dinner, sohyun insisted on paying, of course, and she also insisted on taking you home. sohyun decided to let her motorcycle at the restaurant parking and walking with you to your apartment.

"i'm so happy for this night" she says, taking your hand in hers. "i think i'm going to see my boss and ask him to have more days off, without telling him why" she chuckles.

"if only you have more days off. you know what? you should ask your boss to have a solo room, you're going to university next year, hun? you should tell him that it would help you to study if you have your own room. like that, you can bring the people you want" you say, shrugging.

sohyun stops, only to look at you, a smile on her face "you know you're the most intelligent person i know, hun?"your girlfriend puts her hand on your waist, and god knows that you love when you do this.

the walk ends when you arrive at your building's door.

"so, thanks for tonight" you say, walking up the few steps that separate the street and the door to the building.

"anything for you" sohyun also walks up the street to stand in front of you. she takes your hands in hers, and looks at you through her sharp and beautiful eyes. you make a step forward and climb on your tippy toes to kiss her cheek, leaving a lipstick stain on it. sohyun doesn't move like she is frozen in place. but when her mind comes back to normal, she leans forward to, slowly and delicately, put her lips on yours. and of course, you kiss her back. it's the first time you ever kissed someone. you can feel the butterflies flying in your stomach and her hands around your neck.

"good night sohyun, i love you, text me when you get to the dorm" you say, walking into the building with a smile, leaving your girlfriend numb.

she stayed for a few minutes in front of the building, tracing her lips with her finger where you kissed her, before making her way to the restaurant parking.

" you're finally back home" says seoyeon like her group mate was gone forever. sohyun puts her helmet in the entrance, before taking her shoes off. "did you have a great dinner with your friend?" says happily nien.

"yeah it was fun. we went to the italian restaurant in gangna-"

"unnie! why do you have lipstick stains all over your cheek and around your lips?" questions seoah, mentioning your lipstick on your girlfriend's face.

"hun?" replies sohyun, confused.

"god i knew it!" says seoyeon, jumping in the air. "she has a girlfriend! she's not a friend!"