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soshiharin · 8 months ago

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surprise, surprise

set: late june 2023

summary: in which harin receives surprising news

word count: 1.8k

warnings: mention of pregnancy, food; allusion to sex

an: isn’t this so lovely? a lovely surprise and development. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

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Harin sat in her car, holding onto the steering wheel as she breathed heavily. She was sitting in the parking lot of her doctor’s office, having just had a checkup.

During her checkup, her doctor suddenly said that he wanted to do an ultrasound, saying he just wanted to be thorough. Harin thought nothing of it as she knew that doctors were told to do certain procedures if they thought it was necessary. Upon getting her ultrasound and returning to her room, the doctor told her that she was pregnant. “A cryptic pregnancy,” he had explained before telling her that the size of the baby made him think she was six months into her pregnancy.

He referred her to one of the OBGYN’s in the doctor’s office, where she did a full checkup to see how the baby was doing — perfectly fine, luckily — and to see how she was progressing. The OBGYN confirmed that she was six months pregnant, around 30 weeks.

She left the checkup with a big envelope containing her ultrasound scan, the gender of her baby, and a pamphlet for first-time-moms. The OBGYN seemed to register her shock and didn’t ask her questions that had nothing to do with the pregnancy and gave her time to organise her thoughts. Although Harin wasn’t able to express it, she felt very grateful.

Taking a steadying breath, she groaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

With no other plans for the day, she decided to just go home. She knew Dongwook was filming a drama and wouldn’t be home until after she planned on eating, giving her quite a lot of time to herself seeing as it was only two in the afternoon.

The drive home was a blur that she didn’t register until she was standing in front of her door, envelope in hand. With a sigh, she opened the door, her dogs rushing to her immediately. They jumped excitedly by her feet as she walked to the family room.

She threw the envelope onto the coffee table, looking away from it immediately. She sighed. “What the fuck?” She brought her hand up, absentmindedly rubbing her stomach. There was no bump, no swelling, no sign of a baby. But there was a baby.

She spent the rest of the afternoon on the couch, sitting there quietly until Dongwook came home. The sun had already set and the dogs were playing with an old pillow, biting at it and dragging it around.

“Harin-ah!” Dongwook called out.

“I’m in here!” She responded, looking up from the spot on the wall she had been staring at.

A few seconds later, her husband appeared, a plastic bag in his hand. “Hey,” he said, moving to sit next to her. He placed the plastic bag on the coffee table. “I bought dinner.”

“Is it already time for dinner?” She asked, checking her phone.

“Yeah. Are you okay?”

She nodded hesitantly. “I think I’m just a bit tired.”

“Okay. I’ll go warm up the food.” He began to stand up but was stopped by Harin placing her hand on his thigh.

“No, I’ll do it. You rest.” She stood up and grabbed the bag before walking to the kitchen. She pulled the takeout containers out, putting them into the microwave. Whilst she was there, she pulled out a container of homemade dog food and put some inside their food bowls.

Dinner was a quiet affair. Dongwook was tired from filming all day and Harin was deep in thought. They made sure to recycle the takeout containers and clean up in the kitchen, washing any dishes that had spent the day in the sink, before going to their room.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Dongwook told her as he walked into the bathroom, “my muscles are a bit tight.”

“Okay.” Harin nodded. She sat on the bed, gnawing at her bottom lip. She had brought the envelope upstairs with her, and she stared at it where it was on her bedside table. “Fucking hell,” she groaned angrily when she heard the shower turn on, rubbing her hand over her stomach. She groaned after a few seconds and changed into her pyjamas (which was just an old shirt and a pair of Dongwook’s shorts).

Getting into bed, she scrolled on her phone, reading messages and emails she hadn’t looked at yet. A few minutes went by and the water stopped. Dongwook reappeared, smiling slightly as he got into bed.

“Feeling better?” She asked, running her hand through his damp hair.

He nodded, leaning against the headboard with a groan. “Yes.” He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. “All I needed was some hot water,” he said as Harin began to massage his scalp. He angled his head closer to her so it would be easier for her.

“Are you tired?”

“So fucking much,” he mumbled.

“Then you should go to sleep,” she said, removing her hand. His eyes popped open so he could stare at her, and she stared back. “Sleep.”

He groaned. “If you continued doing that, I would have fallen asleep in no time.”

The couple settled in bed, turning their lamps off. Harin lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling as she thought about the day. She heard Dongwook’s breathing begin to even out. “I’m pregnant,” she whispered into the quiet of the room.

To her right, she heard Dongwook shuffle in bed before his lamp switched on. He turned to face her, shock evident on his face. “What?”

Harin nodded, pursing her lips as she continued to look above her. “I’m pregnant. Six months, in fact.”

“Six months?”

She sat up, leaning against the headboard as Dongwook did the same. Reaching to her bedside table, she handed him the envelope that she was given by her doctor.

“I haven’t really checked it,” she told him as he looked down at it, “but there it is.”

Dongwook’s fingers flexed around the corner of the envelope. “What? You’re… What?”

Grabbing one of his hands, she placed it on her stomach. There wasn’t a bump, hence the cryptic pregnancy, but just the knowledge that there was a baby in there made her feel different. “A baby, Dongwook,” she said, still not looking at him.

“But we– we use condoms.”

He was trying to figure it out, understand it. She had done the same thing for almost an hour as she sat on the couch, going over the past six months. And that was when she remembered.

“We didn’t in January. I must have forgotten to take the pill afterwards. Or maybe I did and it just didn’t work. It’s common.”

Placing the envelope on his lap, Dongwook angled his body towards Harin. “Are you okay? Talk to me, Harin-ah.”

Harin sighed. “I know we’ve talked about having, but we haven’t planned for kids. I have, what? Three months of my pregnancy left. We need to start preparing a nursery, we need to buy baby products, we need to read a shit ton of books, we–” She interrupted herself with a deep inhale. “I don’t know that we are at a place to be having kids.”

He nodded. “I’m busy with filming so I won't be home often. And you’re having a comeback and tour next year,” he added.

“Yeah…”

“But I think we can make it work. Our life now won’t be our life three months from now.” He squeezed her hand. “We both want kids, right?” He waited for her to nod. “We’re financially stable, we aren’t having marital issues, and we’re mentally prepared for kids. What could go wrong?”

Harin breathed out a laugh. “Your optimism is admirable.”

“Your pessimism is annoying,” he quipped, bumping her shoulder with his. “We can do this.”

“Within the next three months. And then the rest of our lives.”

“Yes. And just think about how shocked everyone will be once we tell them you’re pregnant.”

Harin laughed, throwing her head back. “It will be hilarious.”

He rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand. “How do you feel about this now?”

“Surprising better. Now that I’ve talked with you. A little terrified, a little… excited. You?”

“Pretty much the same.” He smiled warmly at her. “Do you want to open the envelope?”

She inhaled sharply. “Well– I… Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes,” she said. “I do.”

He nodded and picked up the envelope, investigating the outside. He opened it, peeping to see what was inside. “Well, this will help us,” he said, pulling out a pamphlet titled What to Expect?. He pulled out another one, Necessary Baby Items.

Harin took the pamphlets and placed them in her lap. She skimmed through the first one, reading one sentence on every other page.

Dongwook reached into the envelope, freezing when he touched a slightly thick, glossy paper. He pulled it out slowly, breathing out a gasp when he saw the baby printed onto the paper. He looked to his left to see Harin staring at the ultrasound.

“That’s our baby,” she whispered.

“It’s so big. And small.” His eyes returned to the paper, tracing it with his finger.

Harin chuckled, putting her hand on her stomach. “And it’s right here.”

“Do you know the gender?” Dongwook asked.

She shook her head. “I think the doctor wrote it down somewhere.”

Dongwook put his hand in the envelope again, feeling around for another piece of paper. When he didn’t feel one, he took his hand out. He stared at the ultrasound for a second before thinking of something. He turned it around and smiled softly when he saw the writing there.

“Congratulations, it’s a girl!” He read.

Harin smiled as well. “Well, if I couldn’t have a sister, at least I can have a daughter,” she joked.

“She’s gonna look just like you,” he said.

“And you know that how?”

He shrugged. “Just an instinct. I said Seonghee’s son would look a bit like her and he does.”

“I guess you’re right.” She looked at him. “Are you happy?”

“So fucking much,” he said, cradling her head in his hand. “Are you?”

She nodded. “We’re having a baby,” she whispered with a chuckle.

“Yeah, we are,” he whispered back. “I love you.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you too.” She brought her hand up, tracing his lip. “Should we go to sleep now?”

“Yeah.”

They gathered all the stuff back into the envelope, putting it on Dongwook’s bedside table. They lied down in bed again, turning the lights off.

“When do you want to start telling people?” He quietly asked. He had placed his hand on her stomach and was rubbing it with his thumb.

“Whenever we feel ready, I guess,” she said just as softly, placing her hand over his. “We can do it tomorrow, we can do it next week. I’m fine whenever.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, baby.”

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rainbowssi · 3 months ago

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moment of silence

girls generation 9th member au

harry defends hannah and makes an statement

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Hannah watched Harry’s concert from the backstage area as if it was the first time.

It didn’t matter how many concerts she attended, she’d always be shocked at how Harry had the talent to make it different, not two were the same.

Fortunately, their schedule matched while she was in London for a quick photoshoot for LV and he was there with his tour. Hannah felt so happy she would be able to, at least, watch him doing his favorite thing ever in the middle of the whole chaos of their agendas.

From where she was standing, she could have a perfect view from his left side profile that she loved so much and the right side of the stadium, which, as usual, was sold out. Drinking a good sip of her beer, Hannah wasn’t worrying about anything but enjoying that moment.

Every time during a break, Harry would look over at her, wiking or throwing kisses, just to make sure she was being noticed and to reassure her that her presence mattered to him, and Hannah felt like falling for him even more.

By that time, the arena was alive with energy, the crowd’s roar echoing off the walls. Lights flashed in rhythm with the music, and Harry stood in the center stage, pouring his heart into the final chorus of “Golden", Hannah's favorite song.

But Harry's body language suddenly changed and he tensed out suddenly, making Hannah frown as she drank a bit more of her beer, already warm.

As Hannah scanned the audience, even stepping out of the backstage area a bit, making some fans scream for her, a board caught her eyes, probably the same that made Harry mad, with large, bold letters painted in black, the fan screaming "Hannah is a slut" with all her lungs.

She knew some fans didn't like her. In fact, she'd even say they hated her. But it's not like Hannah wasn't used to people having mixed feelings about her. Like, come on, she was a k-pop idol.

But, as for Harry, the words hit him like a punch to the gut. It was his first ever time watching all the threats and misunderstood concepts of his fans in respect of his girlfriend coming to life.

For a moment, everything else - the music, the crowd, the lights - faded into a blur, and his smile faltered.

In the back of his head, even with the in-ear monitors on, he could listen to Hannah's voice telling him that it was okay, to let that go, but his voice trembled slightly as he finished the song, trying to push through the surge of anger bubbling beneath the surface.

As the final note rang out, the arena erupted in cheers, but Harry’s eyes remained locked on the sign. He took a deep breath, stepping away from the mic stand.

Just like Hannah did, the band noticed the shift in his demeanor, the subtle tension in his movements. The audience, sensing something was off, began to quiet.

"What is happening?" Hannah heard Harry's management team murmuring. "Why is he stopping?"

"Is he okay?" someone else, the stylist, asked.

"There's a fan with a board calling me a slut." Hannah said and the whole team went silent. "He can't stop the concert because of that."

"Harry," the sound director said in the mic connected directly to Harry's monitors. "let's move on. We're almost done."

However, Harry walked back to the center of the stage, his voice calm but firm.

"Can we talk for a moment?" he asked the fans, taking his in-ear monitors off, making the whole team sigh.

The crowd hushed, anticipation thick in the air. Fans near the front exchanged confused glances as this wasn’t part of the show. Hannah, on the other hand, placed a hand on her chest, trying to calm herself.

Harry pointed to the section where he’d seen the sign.

"You," he said, his voice steady but intense. "with the sign.".

There was a ripple of murmurs as the sign-holder hesitated, as if they couldn’t believe they were finally being noticed. The security approached, ready to intervene, but Harry raised a hand, stopping them.

“No, let them stay.”, he told them.

Hannah felt her heart in her throat. She wanted to tell him it was okay, that it was just some random person seeking attention. Yet, deep down, she knew it ran deeper than that - there were layers of racism and prejudice beneath the surface.

Harry scanned the crowd, his voice carrying a quiet, intense fury that commanded attention. He couldn’t comprehend the hatred some fans had for Hannah. She had done nothing but bring him happiness and love. Why would they target someone so important to him? To Harry, being a true fan didn’t include tearing down the person he loved.

“Hannah is someone I love,” he began, his voice strong and clear. “She is so talented, kind, and one of the strongest people I know. She doesn’t deserve to be talked about like that. No one does.” Harry continued, his eyes scanning the audience. “Words matter. The things we say, the things we write. They have power. Saying something like this to someone is hurtful. It’s damaging.”

A wave of cheers erupted, but Harry raised his hand, signaling for silence. For what Hannah could tell, some people were even crying, the raw honesty in his voice struck a chord.

“This isn’t just about Hannah. It’s about all of us. We’ve created a world where tearing people down is too easy. Where judgment is louder than kindness. That’s not the world I want to live in. That’s not the world I want my fans to be part of.” he continued.

Harry’s gaze returned to the sign-holder, as did Hannah’s.

“I’m not here to shame you. I’m here to ask you to be better. We all can be. Think about the kind of energy you’re putting out into the world.” he told the fan. The sign slowly lowered, disappearing into the crowd. Security moved to escort the person out, but Harry shook his head. “Let them stay. Maybe they’ll learn something tonight.”

The fact that he could still be kind after all that, made Hannah’s heart beat even faster - if that was any possible. She didn’t deserve someone like him, he was too precious for all of that.

The fact that he could still show kindness after everything made Hannah’s heart race even faster - if that was even possible. She felt a pang of disbelief; she didn’t deserve someone like him. He was too precious for this world.

The crowd erupted in cheers, the energy shifting, becoming something brighter, stronger. Fans near the front started chanting things like “we love Hannah”, “Hannah is the best”, making Harry smile while tears glistened in his eyes.

“Thank you.” he said.

The band took the cue and started the next song while Harry walked over Hannah’s direction, making her notice the tears she didn't even know she had cried. He opened his arms, giving her a quick yet loving hug, kissing her cheek and wiping her tears.

“It’s okay.” he whispered to her. “I love you.” he reassured her.

“I love you way more.” she answered in the same tone.

“That’s impossible.” he answered before winking at her and going back to his spot.

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alcoholfreenayeon · 9 months ago

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Closer pt.1

CW: Gn!Reader x Taeyeon/Jessica, Fluff, part 1

Word count: 2022

Synopsis: Y/N was close friends with SNSD, particularly with Jessica and Taeyeon. It was rather an open secret in the group that Jessica liked Y/N due to a misunderstanding where Jessica overheard Y/N talking, she got the impression that you weren’t interested in her. Worse still, the incident happened and you ended up losing touch with Jessica soon after. However, in that period you grew closer, much closer with Taeyeon, even moving in together last year. Fate though seems to have a different plan or perhaps it just decides to open up closed roads for you….

And as you walk around with Taeyeon, someone on the bench catches your eye, for some reason you feel drawn towards her, you stagger and take a moment to focus on the mystery person.

“Y/n? You okay what are you….”, Taeyeon falters in her question as her eyes land on same person as you. “Oh.”, her voice sounding slightly colder as she instantly recognizes her.

You make your way towards the woman, hesitantly tapping her on the shoulder, “Excuse me”….

She turns around and you get a good look at her and you are almost positive that this is indeed her, a friend you hadn’t seen in almost 5 years. But she just looks at you blankly, confused, “yes…?”

“Sorry, I just thought you were….”, Now you feel a bit stupid, was this not her, you could have sworn that….then you notice her smiling and you feel your eyes roll, a mixture of emotions flooding through.

“You fell for it Y/N”, Jessica teased gleefully. “Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize you?”, she asked as she suddenly pulled you into for a hug.

You sigh and hug her back, unable to stop smiling as well. It felt good, it had been so long since you met her but it still felt like not a minute had passed since the two of you were sneaking about in the SM building. She pulls back from the hug slightly to look at you and for some reason that makes you a bit tense, you feel your heart beat faster.

“Ahem”, Taeyeon interrupts, her arms folded and she’s tapping her feet impatiently.

Jessica tightens her hold on you for a second before she reluctantly lets go of you. “Taeyeon.”, she notes, the friendly and happy voice she used to greet you is gone.

“Jessica….”, Taeyeon replies.

The two women glared at each other for a few moments before forcing themselves to hug each other briefly. The tension between them is rapidly growing to the point you could almost physically feel it.

“What brings you here Sica”, you ask, using her nickname hoping things will calm down a bit, you had no idea why it was tense between them so much.

“Oh…I’m just here for work you know…like yeah…you know how it is right….”, she says distractedly, “but maybe I now have more reasons”, she smiles warmly at you.

You wonder what that could mean. “Right”, you smile back. “Well, if you aren’t busy you should come back with me to my-”

“You mean to OUR place”, Taeyeon interrupts and adds very clearly. “Yes sure why not. What could be the issue with that.”

The three of you are sitting at the dining table, you are at the head seat while Sica and Taeyeon are sitting facing each other.

“Nice place you have here Y/N”, Sica says smiling.

“It’s mine too. We live together, have been for a while now.”, Taeyeon interjects somewhat smugly.

“I didn’t ask.”, Sica replies with a forced smile but the sting in her voice makes it clear that Taeyeon is winning this round.

You try to change the topic sensing the hostility and it works…for a while atleast. A couple hours pass by, topics of the old days, catching up to the current times all happen and then Taeyeon looks to the clock. “Well, WE don’t want to hold you up any longer than you want to be, don’t worry if you need to leave, it’s not a big deal. I’m sure your manager will want you back at the hotel.”

“Actually….”, Jessica begins awkwardly, “I don’t have a manager anymore….I just came on my own to do some work, maybe explore a bit but the usual place I stay at is fully booked right now. Even though they can make exceptions for me, this time it’s a bit too late for that”.

Taeyeon’s alarm bells begin to ring as she sense which direction this conversation is headed and she kicks your leg under the table, warning you not to do it. However, you instead take that as a cue to do the opposite.

“I’m sorry to hear that Sica”, you begin sympathetically as Taeyeon nods trying not to smile. “But if you’d like, you can stay here for a few days”, you offer and Taeyeon immediately stops nodding, staring dagger at you trying to send the message but you didn’t notice.

“Oh really? You don’t mind?”, Sica turns to ask Taeyeon with a triumphant smile.

“Well, actually”, Taeyeon racks her brains trying to think of an excuse, “there’s only one bed at the moment because the other room is being painted. So I guess….”.

“Someone can sleep on the couch maybe?”, you suggest.

“Well, in that case, Jessica you can just sleep on the couch”, Taeyeon says dismissively.

“Where is Y/N sleeping then? Didn’t you say they slept here”, Jessica asks quickly.

“Well…since there’s no other way, they can sleep with me-I mean, on my bed this one time I guess”, Taeyeon answers like she doesn’t want this but has no other option.

“No.”, Jessica replied in a cold tone all of a sudden.

“Excuse me?”, Taeyeon wasn’t sure she heard Jessica right, no way Jessica could show that attitude and tone to her right?

“You heard me”, Jessica said just as coldly.

Both women staring at each other in a hostile manner.

“Why not.”, Taeyeon questions, slightly annoyed now.

“Well, the two of us have shared beds before, we can do that again. Y/N can take the couch.”, Jessica replies but sounds unconvincing.

“Huh but this is my-”, you start but Taeyeon shuts you up.

“Fine….I guess that works.”, Taeyeon reluctantly accepts Jessica’s suggestion.

Later that night you were twisting and turning on the couch, missing your bed. You sigh and take a deep breath. You were staring at the ceiling slowly falling asleep when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N? You awake?”, Jessica quietly whispers.

“Hmm?” You sleepily reply. “Jes…Sica? You aren’t sleeping?”

“I did for a bit….but now I can’t…” she says quietly.

You sit up and yawn, making space for her and she sits next to you, getting into the blanket, leaning in close to you. It feels a bit weird. Like you were back in the past. You recall the movie nights and marathons you both did together. The two of you sit in silence, quietly enjoying the warmth and presence of the other.

“….you wanna watch a movie like old times?”, you ask breaking the silence.

Jessica smiles brightly, leaning into you a bit, fidgeting with her necklace,“I was hoping you would ask that.”

You smile back and soon enough you both had put on something. About an hour later, you both were just giggling and teasing each other, paying almost no attention to the movie. You try to playfully shove her to the side but Sica holds on to you and you end up falling on top of her. You both just stare at each other for a second before breaking into giggles again.

“Ahnnn…you are so mean”, Jessica pouts playfully, fidgeting with the necklace again.

You smirk and roll your eyes. “Wait….that necklace….is that…”, you observe in disbelief.

Jessica becomes quiet all of a sudden, you can just about notice her cheeks flush in the dim light and she smiles shyly, “Yeah, it is.”

You have a flashback from when you gave it to her 6 years ago on her birthday. It was a last minute gift that you got for her. It wasn’t anything fancy or anything. You didn’t even think she’d ever wear it to be honest.

“Uhm…Y/N?”, Jessica brings you back to reality and you realize you leaned in close to her. You cough and awkwardly pull away, feeling your cheeks redden.

She gets up and lays on one end of the couch while you are still on the ground, mentally punching yourself for making things awkward.

“Hey, sorry about that I didn’t realize I was….”, you stop as you realize Jessica has already fallen asleep.

You sigh and put the blanket on her carefully and go to the bedroom, finding Taeyeon sleeping.

“She looks so cute when she sleeps”, you think as you lay next to her and lose yourself to random thoughts before drifting off to sleep too.

You wince as sunlight hits your eyes, blinking unhappily before trying to turn away only to realize that you can’t turn…..because Taeyeon had her arm wrapped around you and buried her head in your back, sleeping peacefully while holding on to you. You take a deep breath and think what you can do to get up without waking her up. You think for a couple moments and try to shift a bit but she immediately stirs so you stop. You sigh and stay still. Minutes pass by and you decide you will try to get up anyway but at the last second you stop as you didn’t wanna wake her up at all. Somehow you manage to turn over, facing her. She was breathing quietly, you could feel her breath on your neck. Suddenly you had a very strong urge to kiss her forehead. It wasn’t your fault. Mostly. Taeyeon just looked really precious right now. As you deliberated with yourself, you make your choice and decide to go ahead with it. You gently kiss her forehead……then Taeyeon snuggles closer.

“Mmmm….you are so warm”, she said in her sleep.

You now feel your heart racing. Was this right, should you do this? You want to but….

The door suddenly flung open. “Y/N where did you go I had fallen asleep after we……what are you both doing?????”

Taeyeon kissed her teeth, “Jessica let me sleep…it’s too early right now….”

“Like hell I will. What are you both doing.”, Jessica demanded once again.

Taeyeon finally wakes up and looks to the door, “what do you mean, I’m….wait if you are there then….”, she turns to look at you and a look of surprise flashes through her face and it begins to redden. She pushes you away, “Y/N??? What are you doing!”

“That’s what I’ve been asking!”, Jessica agrees with her for once.

“No, girls, listen, it’s just a misunderstanding.”, you begin sheepishly.

“Explain yourself. NOW.” They said at the same time.

“Well, after we watched the movie and…ahem, you ended up falling asleep on the couch, I just-”, you began but were interrupted almost immediately.

“Wait wait wait. What do you mean watched the movie. With who…”, Taeyeons eyes drift to Jessica a flash of jealousy appears.

“ANYway”, you continue, hoping to calm things now, “Sica fell asleep on the couch so I just came to sleep here.”

Taeyeon blinks and then blushes hard, “wait does that mean that the person….”, she put her hand up to her temple, the spot you impulsively kissed.

You feel your face redden and you look away, avoiding eye contact. There’s silence now and you can feel Jessica glaring at you.

Breakfast was awkward and silent. Coincidentally all three of you finished at the same time. You were hoping that things will resolve by themselves but apparently that was too much to hope for.

“Y/N do you wanna help me paint the other room”, Taeyeon suddenly asked

“Y/N do you want to help me with some shopping”, Jessica asked at the same time.

Both girls began to stare daggers at each other but then also at you. You could feel the tension build up and you were feeling pressured now. What on earth is happening in this household.

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darkstar225 · 1 year ago

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Twice's 10th member almost gets taken advantage of by a staff ft SNSD's Tiffany as GF

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that my friend fullcatrebel who gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it!

The request: Hi I just want to request can you do where y/n is dating Tiffany from snsd(Tiffany is very protective of y/n) and the other member of snsd adore her(like a little sister)and one day when all of them were at the same workplace(including snsd) one of the staff tried to take advantage of y/n and she ran towards the all of the girls and they got angry and took care of it. Ps. I really love reading your book ❤️

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The bustling atmosphere of a shared work event between TWICE and Girls' Generation (SNSD) filled the air with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. Both groups, beloved and successful in their own right, were set to perform and collaborate for a special stage. Among the members, Y/N, the 10th member and youngest of TWICE, was in a unique position, for she was in a loving relationship with Tiffany, a member of SNSD.

Tiffany was known for her vibrant personality and a smile that could light up a room, but she also had a fiercely protective side when it came to Y/N. The other members of SNSD had come to adore Y/N as if she were their own little sister, and they had accepted her with open arms into their close-knit family.

Meanwhile, Y/N was equally cherished by her TWICE unnies, who saw her as a precious little sister and close friend. They knew about her relationship with Tiffany, and the whole group had become like an extended family.

As the preparations for the event went into full swing, TWICE's snowflake was busy with her rehearsals while Tiffany and the other SNSD members were in their own practice rooms. The maknae had been a constant presence throughout the preparations, and her talent, charm, and youthful energy had won her a special place in the hearts of both groups.

As the day of the event arrived, the venue buzzed with excitement. Fans from all over the world had gathered to see their favourite K-pop stars perform, and both TWICE and SNSD were ready to deliver a show to remember.

During a break in rehearsals, Y/N found herself backstage, looking for a quiet spot to relax. The bustling venue had been overwhelming, and she needed a moment of solitude to gather her thoughts. Unbeknownst to her, a staff member with sinister intentions had been lurking nearby, watching for an opportunity.

As Y/N moved further away from the stage, she suddenly felt a presence behind her. Before she could react, the staff member made an inappropriate advance, causing fear and panic to surge through her. She pushed the staff member away and ran, desperate to find safety.

The younger girl's heart raced as she sprinted through the backstage area. She was shaken, terrified, and tears blurred her vision. She needed to find her loved ones, her support system. She needed Tiffany, the SNSD members, and her TWICE unnies. They were like her family, and she knew they would protect her.

Meanwhile, Tiffany and the SNSD members had just finished their rehearsals when they heard a commotion backstage. They rushed to the source of the disturbance, hearts pounding with concern. When they turned the corner and saw Y/N running towards them, dishevelled and scared, their protective instincts kicked into high gear.

Tiffany - Baby!

Tiffany exclaimed, rushing to her girlfriend's side. She wrapped her girl in a protective embrace, her expression a mixture of relief and fury.

Tiffany - What happened, sweetheart? Are you okay?

Y/N clung to Tiffany, tears streaming down her face as she explained the horrifying encounter with the staff member. Tiffany's protective instinct flared even brighter as she looked over at her fellow SNSD members. Their expressions mirrored her own, the love and concern for Y/N evident in their eyes.

Tiffany turned to the staff member, her voice laced with fury.

Tiffany - You! What do you think you're doing? *glares*

The staff member stammered, realizing that they were surrounded by a group of determined women who would not stand for any harm to come to their beloved Y/N. The members of SNSD were ready to take action, and they were known for their close bond and sisterly protection.

As the staff member stuttered an apology, Taeyeon, the leader of SNSD, stepped forward with a stern expression.

Taeyeon - You should be ashamed of yourself. Don't ever let us catch you doing something like this again.

Yuri - You won't get off easy next time. We won't tolerate any harm coming to our Y/N. *scowls*

With a mixture of shame and fear, the staff member quickly retreated, leaving TWICE's youngest in the protective embrace of her girlfriend and her newfound family. As the initial shock began to subside, Y/N felt a sense of safety and comfort that only came from being surrounded by people who loved and cared for her.

Taeyeon wrapped her arms around the young girl, her voice filled with warmth.

Taeyeon - You're safe now, Y/N. We won't let anything happen to you.

The other members of SNSD echoed their agreement, and Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and support she had found within the group. She was like a little sister to them, and their protective instincts were unwavering.

Tiffany kissed Y/N's forehead and began to whisper.

Tiffany - I'll always protect you, my Tinkerbell. You're the most important person in my life.

Y/N nodded, tears of gratitude still in her eyes.

Y/N - I love you, babe. I'm so lucky to have you and all of SNSD in my life.

Just as Y/N was beginning to feel a little calmer, a group of familiar faces appeared on the scene. It was her fellow TWICE members, who had been alerted to the incident by the stage crew.

Jihyo, TWICE's leader and Y/N's mama, was the first to reach her kid, her expression filled with concern.

Jihyo - Angel, are you okay? We heard what happened.

Nayeon - We're here for you, sweet girl. We won't let anything happen to you.

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude as she saw the members of both groups standing together, ready to protect her. She turned to Tiffany, who was still holding her close, and whispered:

I love you all. I'm so lucky to have you in my life.

Momo, one of Y/N's fellow TWICE members, stepped forward and hugged her dongsang tightly.

Momo - We're like your big sisters, Y/N, and we'll always look out for you.

As the event continued, Y/N was never alone. She was constantly surrounded by the love and protection of both TWICE and SNSD, who had become her extended family. The incident had only served to strengthen their bonds, and Y/N knew that she would always be cherished and safeguarded by the people who had become her protectors and her family. And this made her have one thought:

I’ll love my dear chosen family forever.

A/N: I’m sorry for any errors. English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

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kpopidolsfashion · 7 months ago

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#snsd #girls generation #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop fashion #kpop reaction #kpop memes #kpop moodboard #kpop icons #kpop meme #tiffany #taeyeon #taetiseo #seohyun #kpop scenario #snsd icons #snsd moodboard

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syoung-gifs · 2 years ago

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Make Me Love You

The strobe lights and people passing by me are making me dizzy.

I knew it was such a bad idea that I drank 3 shot of vodka before coming into this place. But without any alcohol on my system, I won't be able to do the things I on my lists.

I look at dance floor. Most of them are still in their 20's dancing like there's no tomorrow. I envy them. When I was at their age, I was stuck at home doing nothing. And now that I turned 34, I realize I'm missing a lot of things. That's why I am here. I want to get wasted and lose my virginity.

I slowly made my way through the mass of people. I notice some guys are eyeing me. I smirk to myself. I knew I picked the right dress for this. It fits me perfectly, hugging my curves. This the result when you're a homebody and got nothing to do to kill time but exercise.

I close my eyes and starts to slowly move my body to the rhythm of the music. Running my hands through my long hair and then the sides of my breasts, my waist and my hips. It feels good to let myself out like this and not feel embarrassed. All thanks to alcohol. The music reverberates throughout my body as I dance. I am so lost in the moment when I feel a hand slowly slipping on my waist. I open my eyes and look over my shoulder. It's a guy, and he's taller than me. I glance up to see his face but I am so drunk he looks blurry to me.

He pulls me closer to him and starts dancing with me. He is so close I can feel his body heat radiating from him. I lean back against him. A gasp escapes my lips as he starts leaving butterfly kisses from shoulder, to my neck until he reaches my earlobe and softly bit on it. My breath hitch.

He buried his face on my neck, slowly nuzzling my skin. I can feel his hot breath and it's sending shivers all over my body. Something sparks in me, causing a wildfire across my body. Making me want more. My hand makes its way over to his head, grabbing his long hair and pull him closer until his lips touch my skin again. He growls and gently suck on it, making me moan.

"Come with me." the guys whispers on my ears, taking me by the hand.

I want to complain why he suddenly stop. But I'm so drunk I can't even make words or stop him from dragging me. I don't know where he's taking me. I don't even know where we are. All I know is these movements are making me feel nauseous and only goes away whenever he stops to kiss me.

He stops walking, it made me stop too. My head is spinning. And then he starts kissing me again, this time aggressively. His tongue graze over my lips, teasing me to open them, so I did. His breath smells like mix of alcohol and cigarette and watermelon.

I bit his tongue because I never like guys who smokes. He groan and stops kissing me. I purse my lips and look at him, at his face but I can't really see it. It's too blurry. His hand slowly glided along my dress, down the side of my hips to my thigh and carry me without a warning. So fucking hot.

I cup his face and starts kissing him hungrily. His hands squeeze my butt. He manage to sat on the bed without breaking our kiss. And then his lips starts to move down on my jaw onto my neck and suck hard on it. He's breathing heavily and then I feel it. Something hard is poking between my legs.

I push him down the bed. It caugh him off guard. I began pulling down the strips of my dress, slowly revealing my body. His eyes are on me, intently watching me.

"Fuck." he said breathlessly, looking at my naked breast. His hand reach for it, giving it a squeeze. His thumb slowly grazing over nipple, doing it in circle. I arch my back as I moan at the new sensation I'm feeling.

I want more. I need more.

I stop his hands and put it up above his head. And then I position myself on top of him and starts straddling him. Pressing and rubbing, up and down on his hard and still fully cloth shaft. He closes his eyes, his teeth sinking into his lower lip. His hands cup my butt and guides me to move faster.

"Ahhh." I moan loudly. This m is so intoxicating, electrifying every part of me. It's too much but "Ahhh!"It's feels fucking good. My body starts to tensed up, a pressure building up on my lower belly. So I move even more faster and didn't stop until I reached my climax.

We are both catching our breath after. I feel tired, so I lay my head on his chest.

#taeyeon #dean #kim taeyeon #deantrbl #snsd #girls generation #kwon hyuk #deanyeon #taeyeon x dean AU #snsd au #girls generation au #dean scenarios #taeyeon scenarios

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nanawritesit · 1 year ago

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Sunny Girlfriend Headcanons! (SFW + NSFW)

SFW Headcanons:

You’re going to be the target of some of her pranks, sorry 💀 She has to practice them somehow before trying them on her members!

She’s loves it when you call her “bunny” or “puppy” ❤️

She LOVES cuddling, like when you’re not doing anything she’ll just cuddle you all. day. long.

She likes to rest her head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat 🥺

Sometimes it leads to play wrestling or tickle fights , but they’re all in good fun :)

Her love language is quality time… setting aside special time for just the two of you is really important to her!

She also loves experiencing new things with you… like going to museums, taking cooking/painting classes, going to concerts, etc.

Doing the absolute most for her birthday because she has to share it with her two older sisters and you want her to feel special

Helping her get everything off of shelves, or i king her up so she can reach them herself

Calling her “shorty” just to annoy her

But it’s okay because she annoys you with her disgustingly cute aegyo all the time

Covering her ears for her whenever there’s fireworks

Watching horror movies together and hiding your face in her chest because she’s not scared of ghosts at all 😤

Eating the rest of her bungobbang for her since she hates red bean paste, or throwing it away if you don’t like it either

You make her feel better about her real name, when you call her Soonkyu it just sounds so perfect 🥰

Sunny is a very honest and loyal girlfriend, she would never keep secrets from you and expects you to do the same ❤️

Waking up in the middle of the night from her mumbling like a puppy

Going to charity events on her arm <3

She’s a huge nerd, so you’re going to have to take her to the comic book store and play video games with her ALL the time

The true test of your relationship was whether or not Salt and Pepper liked you (her cats,) and when they did, she was absolutely relieved. They even lay on you and ignore Sunny, which you find hilarious (She doesn’t lol)

She’s one of those girlfriends who will just randomly bite you sometimes, and it’s gotten to the point where you don’t even get surprised anymore

She also touches your butt ALL the time. It doesn’t matter the size or shape, she’s going to be taking a squeeze every so often

Her out-drinking you all the time bc her tolerance is so high. Her and Tiffany usually end up dragging you and Hyoyeon home from karaoke while the two of you are absolutely wasted 😭

She usually drives you everywhere since she prides herself on her good driving skills (unless it’s at night, then you’ll drive because of her astigmatism)

Reassuring her that you think she’s a great cook, and that you’re not tired of her making rice cakes and noodles all the time because those are the only things she’s confident in 💀

I really hope you’re not a neat freak because she constantly leaves stuff lying around the house… she just gets so busy and doesn’t think about it until much later :(

She’ll absolutely adore you if you clean her things up for her and organize them 🥺

She has a secret snack stash that you totally pretend you didn’t find while cleaning one day… you decided to let her maintain her fantasy that she’s good at hiding things and just steal a few treats every now and again 😗

She’s the best person to have around when you’re sad or anxious… she’s amazing at creating humor out of dark times and never fails to make you laugh through tears ❤️

Like her original title, Sunny is literally your energy pill. She’s so optimistic and hopeful, and it always inspires you to keep going and to never give up ☀️

She’s willing to help you through any problem, and will stick by you through thick and thin! 🥰

NSFW Headcanons: (18+/MDNI)

TW: groping, dom/sub dynamics, nipple play, nipple sucking, biting, marking up, roleplay, missionary, mating press, reverse cowgirl, praise

She’s technically a switch, however most of the time she ends up taking on the submissive role

Every once in a while she’ll surprise you and take control, like when she’s stressed or irritated with something, but for the most part, she likes to be dominated by you

LOVES having her boobs played with (groping them, punching her nipples between your fingers, sucking on them, etc.)

The biting thing? Yeah that extends to the bedroom too

Even when she’s being a sub, you somehow end up COVERED in hickies and bite marks 💋

Sunny strikes me as someone who sees sex as the ultimate physical connection between two people who love each other, so she might not be very experienced because she doesn’t like to sleep around. You’ll have to be very patient and understanding with her ❤️

She also doesn’t strike me as someone who likes it rough… like don’t get me wrong, it’s not all just gentle and soft love making, but she definitely does NOT want to be thrown around

However, I COULD see her being into roleplay 👀 Like a idol/groupie dynamic could get her going SO fast when she’s feeling dominant

Or when she’s feeling submissive you could be the uptight boss to her sexy secretary 😈

She also might like dancing for you, or doing a strip tease

We all know Sunny has big, beautiful lips… bite them. She adores it when kissing gets a little nibbly

In terms of positions, I think her favorite would just be the classic missionary. She likes being able to look up at you so you can see her face

Sometimes you’ll push her legs back into the mating press when you’re feeling extra dominant… her flexibility comes in handy ;)

She might be into reverse cowgirl when you’re being a power bottom, riding you while you grope at her ass

She likes to be praised… tell her how pretty she looks, how good she’s doing, how much you love seeing her like this 🥰

Overall, Sunny’s not super adventurous or rough, but you’ll certainly always have a good time ;)

#girl group imagines #girl group fanfic #girl group scenarios #girl group x reader #sunny x reader #sunny imagines #sunny headcanons #sunny scenarios #sunny snsd #snsd headcanons #snsd x reader #snsd imagines #snsd reactions #snsd scenarios #snsd smut #snsd fluff #snsd fanfic #snsd requests #snsd writing

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multiphandomunnies · 11 months ago

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Girl group m.list

Pristin

Momoland

Exid

Snsd

Gfriend

Mamamoo

(G)-idle

Fromis_9

Twice

Red velvet

Iz*one

Blackpink

Dreamcatcher

loona

F(x)

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multidol-masterlist · 10 days ago

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PRONTO

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deukeuniverse · 2 years ago

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K-POP MASTERLIST

- DREAMCATCHER

- TWICE - RED VELVET - NEWJEANS - LE SSERAFIM - APINK

- SNSD

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soshiharin · 5 months ago

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introducing me

summary: in which harin meets someone new

set: mid march 2005

word count: 3.6k

warnings: mention of food, vomit, diet; slight angst

an: dialogue in bold are english, dialogue in bold italics are italian. i fought through writers block to complete this so if it’s not spectacular, theres the explanation. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

harin’s masterlist

“And that’s one of the vocal training rooms,” the company staff member said, pointing at the door where the faint sound of someone singing could be heard. “You’re a vocal trainee, so you’ll mostly be in one of these rooms.”

Harin nodded, looking around her at the different rooms.

The staff member checked the watch on her wrist, sighing lightly. “I have to get going now because I have a meeting, so I’ll have to find someone to finish the tour with you…” she looked around them, feeling despaired at not seeing any trainees. Just then, the door to the bathroom opened, revealing a young dark-haired girl. “Oh! You there,” she called out, pointing at the trainee, who quickly rushed to the staff member.

“When is your next class?” The staff member asked.

The trainee looked around the hallway walls for the nearest clock, shaking her head when she didn’t see one. “My next class is at quarter past five, seonsaengnim.”

The staff member checked her watch once more. “Okay, that’s in ten minutes.” She put her hand on Harin’s shoulder, squeezing it slightly. “This is Jang Harin, she’s a new trainee. I was just giving her a tour, but it took longer than expected and I have a meeting, so I need you to finish giving her the tour.

The trainee eyed Harin as if just noticing she was there. She nodded her head after some time. “Okay, seonsaengnim.”

“Good, good. Don’t forget to ask any questions, okay?” She directed the question to Harin before leaving quickly.

Harin nodded awkwardly as she assessed the girl in front of her. She looked to be around the same age as her, both girls having a bit of a youthfulness to their faces. “I’m Jang Harin,” she introduced herself.

The girl nodded, bowing her head in greeting. “I’m Kwon Yuri,” she said. “How old are you?”

“I’m fifteen internationally. So that’s… seventeen in Korean age,” she said with a nod.

“Ah, are you from out of the country?”

“Yes… I lived in Italy and the UK.”

Yuri gasped softly. “I don’t know any Italian,” she muttered under her breath. “Um… What rooms have you seen already?”

Harin stared at Yuri for a second before answering, “I’ve seen the vocal ones.”

“Okay. Thi–This way.” Yuri pointed down the hall and began walking. “Dance room.” She pointed at one of the doors that they passed. “Boys’ room.”

“I forgot to ask you, but how o–”

“Speak English,” Yuri interrupted her. “You speak English, fine.” She did a thumbs up. “You are… foreigner, so it’s okay to not speak Korean. Don’t force yourself to speak Korean.”

“Okay,” Harin said, making sure to speak with a London accent, “I’ll speak English. How old are you?” She asked her question again.

Yuri gestured between the two of them. “Same. December.”

“Ah…” Harin nodded before pointing at herself. “November.”

They finished the rest of the tour within seven minutes, Yuri trying her best to explain the various rooms in English — she ended up saying half of the sentences in Korean, but Harin didn’t say anything about it — as they walked on.

Yuri clapped her hands when she finished showing Harin around. She pointed over her shoulder. “Dance class,” she said.

Harin nodded, understanding what she was saying. “Okay. Thank you for the tour.” She bowed politely, Yuri reciprocating before leaving in a rush. Harin sighed, watching as the girl ran off. “She’ll have to run down the stairs to make it in time for her lesson,” she muttered to herself. After frequently changing schools growing up, Harin became amazing at memorising building layouts, the SM Entertainment building being no exception.

She made her way to her vocal class that started in ten minutes, deciding to just be early. When she entered the room, she saw three other girls sitting inside, none of them talking to each other. She took a seat against the wall, near the door, smiling timidly at the other trainees. All but one ignored her, sending her a polite smile in response before continuing to hum to herself. Harin didn’t take it personally, she already knew that not everyone would be friendly or particularly excited to see a new face — that’s just one more person to beat out for a chance to debut. She just crossed her legs and began to warm up her voice.

There weren’t usually that many trainees at the company so early. Since she went to an Italian international school, her school day ended at 13:30, meaning she would be at the company early, as opposed to most of the other trainees, whose school days ended at 16:00. So she was shocked to see a group of eight girls in the cafeteria, having a late lunch at 15:13.

She wordlessly put food on her plate, making sure to avoid all of the seafood options. Sitting down at one of the many empty tables, she opened the book that she was reading in her free time.

“Oh, Harin-ssi!”

She looked up to see a girl approaching her excitedly, much too excitedly. Her hair was in pigtails and she had a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, a dark tint on her lips, probably lipstick. The girl sat down next to Harin, panting heavily as she regained her breath.

“How are you?” The girl asked after some time.

“I’m good,” Harin responded hesitantly. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m fine. I didn’t have school today because I wasn’t feeling well this morning, but I felt better after some time so I decided to come here early.”

“Did you just have a class?” She asked, eyeing the sweat on the girl’s face.

The girl shook her head. “I just arrived right now. I was planning on going to stretch a bit before working on my monthly evaluation dance.”

Harin nodded every so often as she listened to the girl speak, trying to identify her. Her voice didn’t sound familiar, and she had no distinguishing facial features. She just silently prayed that the girl would mention something about how they knew each other — maybe they shared a class?

“My stomach was a bit sore, so I figured I’d just grab a quick lunch,” the girl continued speaking, “but now that I’m in the cafeteria, I don’t really want to eat anything. Maybe I’m not hungry.”

“Or maybe you have a stomach bug,” Harin offered. “You should have some water just to check.”

The girl nodded in agreement. “Ah! I should. Let me go get some.” She tapped the table rhythmically before going to pour herself a cup of water. In the time it took her to do so, Harin quickly finished her lunch and went to return her tray to the designated area.

As she walked away, she saw that the girl was holding onto her stomach, a grimace on her face as she leaned against the wall near the exit to the cafeteria. Harin approached her, placing a tentative hand on her shoulder.

“Are you okay?” She asked. The sweat on the girl’s forehead was more noticeable, along with the deep breaths she was taking.

“My stomach suddenly got so sore,” she groaned.

Harin looked around the room, the other trainees had already left to go to their classes and the cafeteria staff were in the back. She put her book on the nearest table before returning her focus to the girl in front of her. Harin placed her hand on the girl’s forehead, feeling her temperature. It was a bit higher than normal, indicating a fever.

“I think you might have to go to the hospital and get some fever pills,” Harin said.

The girl shook her head. “I feel fi–” She stopped talking as she leaned forward and emptied her stomach, some of her vomit landing on Harin.

I can’t be a doctor, she thought to herself as she heard people gasping. She felt someone pat her with serviettes, trying to wipe the vomit off of her.

“Is she okay?” Someone asked, patting Harin repeatedly with a serviette.

“Does she look okay?” Harin questioned.

One of the girls held the sick girl up when she began to sway a little. “Yah, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Hyoyeon-ah. Just a little sick.” The girl shook her head.

“That’s very clear,” Harin said. She looked down at herself, the two girls patting her down did a good job of cleaning the vomit off of her jeans and shirt. Judging by the expressions on everybody’s faces, it must’ve smelled bad.

“Maybe she needs to get an IV drip,” a girl with light brown hair suggested.

“You might also have to go with her to make sure you don’t catch whatever she has.” That comment was directed at Harin by a girl she didn’t know.

Harin nodded. “Yeah. Okay.” When nobody moved, Harin asked, “Am I going with her now?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

A taxi was called to take the two of them to the nearest hospital and they were both given jackets to wear. Harin tried to stifle her laugh when the taxi driver rolled down all the windows in the car when they entered. She failed.

The drive to the hospital was incredibly long. So long that Harin managed to read another sixty-three pages of her book — she had packed it in her backpack before leaving — occasionally rubbing the sick girl’s head that was in her lap. Once they made it to the hospital, Harin helped the girl out, supporting her by putting her arm around her shoulder. When they made it into the reception area, Harin told the receptionist what was going on, the sick girl chiming in every so often. They were given a hospital bed in the general ED, the nurses hooked the sick girl to the different machines so that they could monitor her vitals.

After twenty minutes, the curtain was pulled open and a male doctor walked in, closing the curtain behind him. “Hello,” he greeted, holding an iPad close to his side. He briefly glanced at the sick girl, who was lying with her eyes closed, feeling a bit groggy. “The nurses told me a bit of what happened, but can you tell me again?” He asked Harin, who nodded.

“Yes. We’re trainees at SM Entertainment and I was eating lunch when she walked in and she was sweating a bit, but she said she hadn’t done any physical activity. She also said that she was feeling sick in the morning so she didn’t go to school. Um, she said she went to the cafeteria to have lunch because of a sore stomach, but that when she got there, she lost her appetite. Then I suggested she drink some water, I can’t remember if I said it should be warm or not. She went to get water, I don’t know if she did, but she was leaning on the wall holding her stomach. There was more sweat on her forehead and her temperature was high. Then she vomited on me and we came here,” Harin told the doctor.

“Okay, okay,” the doctor nodded. “I’m her doctor, Park Seungho. What is her name?”

Harin pursed her lips, trying to remember if she was told the girl’s name. “Hey, who are you?” She asked the girl.

The girl opened her eyes, looking at Harin with a weak offended expression. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know who you are,” Harin said.

“Yes, you do. I’m Yuri! I gave you a tour of the company.”

Harin nodded her head. “Hi, Yuri,” she said before facing the doctor again. “Her name is Kwon Yuri and she was born in December of 1989,” she told him, watching as he wrote the information down on his iPad.

Walking over, he looked at Yuri’s vitals. “Her temperature is quite high,” he muttered. “I’ll have a nurse come draw her blood and take it to the lab,” he said before leaving.

“Yah,” Yuri weakly called out, pointing an accusatory finger at Harin. “How could you not know who I am?”

“Humble yourself. I have facial blindness,” Harin told her. “You look like an entirely different person.”

“Facial blindness? What’s that?”

“I can’t recognise people.”

“Not even your parents?”

“Well, if it’s someone that I see often, like my parents, then I pay attention to any distinguishing features they might have. Like, my mom has a beauty spot in her cupid’s bow and my dad has a scar by his jaw from when he was young. I also pay attention to their voice, footsteps, hairstyle, and clothes.”

“Ah… And their scent?”

Harin shook her head. “I don’t have a sense of smell.”

“You can’t smell?”

The loudness of Yuri’s voice shocked Harin a bit.

“Yeah. It’s nothing worth paying attention to.”

“So you don’t know what tteokbokki smells like?”

Harin stared at her in shock. “N–No. No, I don’t.” She shook her head, pretending to be upset.

“Not even kimbap?”

“N–Not that either.”

“What about–”

“I don’t know what anything smells like,” she interrupted. “Anything, so…”

At that moment, a nurse came into the room. “I’m here to take her blood,” he told Harin.

“Oh, yes. I’ll get out of your way.” She walked out of the curtain to stand outside. A few moments later, the nurse came out. Harin popped back inside, going back to standing in the corner. Yuri looked like she was falling asleep, her head lolling to the side every few seconds.

“Yuri,” she whispered as she picked up her bag. The girl looked at Harin, a questioning expression on her face. “Scooch over.”

“What?”

Harin repeated herself, “Scooch over. There’s nowhere for me to sit and I’m tired of standing.”

“Okay.” Yuri shifted to her right, creating space for Harin to sit on the hospital bed.

Harin dug around in her bag for the book she was reading before joining Yuri on the bed. She began to read it again, focusing on the words on the page.

Yuri cleared her throat. “Read to me,” she requested.

“What?”

“I’m bored and I don’t have anything to do. Read to me,” she repeated.

Harin shook her head in disbelief. “Okay then.” She sighed and began to read her book out loud. She managed to read five sentences before Yuri spoke again.

“What is this book about?” She asked, displeasure coating her tone.

“Cardiology,” Harin answered. “It’s what I’m going to study in university, so I’m reading this book about the basics.”

Yuri hummed monotonously in acknowledgement, her facial expression not changing. “Okay.” She sighed. “It’s boring,” she said, interrupting Harin as she was just about to continue reading.

“I can’t really do much about that.”

“Do you have any other books?”

Harin nipped her bottom lip as she thought. “I have Matilda,” she offered.

Yuri thought for a second before nodding her head. “Okay.”

Harin stood up from the bed to retrieve the book from her bag. She returned to the hospital bed and started reading from the first page. She made it to the second chapter before Yuri started groaning.

“You smell really bad,” she whined.

“You vomited on me,” Harin dismissed her complaint.

“Ew,” Yuri groaned, blocking her nose with her fingers.

“I should be the one complaining,” Harin muttered under her breath. “Should I read to you or not?”

Yuri quieted down as she thought. “Read.”

“Okay.” Harin continued to slowly read the book to Yuri, stopping every now and then whenever the sick girl started groaning. After another five chapters, the doctor returned to the room. He told the girls that Yuri had a stomach bug and would just need IV and to rest when she got home. When he told her not to go to training until she was totally okay, she pouted a bit.

“Doctor,” Yuri called out just before the doctor left, “is there a Lost & Found here?”

“Yes, there is. Why do you ask?” Seungho tilted his head in curiosity.

Yuri weakly lifted her hand to point at Harin. “I vomited on her and she smells bad.” Harin resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Is there anything she can change into?”

Seungho looked at Harin, his eyes widening as if he just noticed the dry vomit on her shirt and jeans. “Oh, I’ll ask one of the nurses to bring you something to change into.”

“Thank you.” Harin bowed her head as he left. She continued reading the book, only stopping when a nurse came by with clothes for her to change into. Once she returned from the bathroom after changing, she put her clothes in her bag.

After some time, a nurse checked on Yuri’s IV, and offered her something to eat for dinner. Realising the time, Harin stood up.

“I think I’ll go now,” she said.

“Really?” Yuri gasped.

“Yeah, it’s getting late and I have training and homework, so…” She trailed off as she shouldered her bag. “Where should I go to pay?” She asked the nurse, who directed her to a part of the hospital.

When Harin got to the payment centre, she pulled out her debit card. When she left Italy to come to Korea, her parents gave her €200 to convert to Korean Won. They told her that they would give her a monthly allowance of €100, which she didn’t use very often since she was still only a student. Thus, she had most of her allowance and was able to pay Yuri’s hospital bill with no problem.

Harin went back to Yuri’s room to tell her that she paid for everything and to get better soon before leaving. She got on a bus to the SM Entertainment building, getting off a few blocks early. Walking up to a pay phone, she called her dad’s number and listened to the ringing sound. It ended up going to voicemail and she sighed.

“Please answer,” she muttered under her breath, calling him two more times, but he still didn’t answer. She bit her bottom lip, looking around the park, the setting sun casting a golden light everywhere. Knowing she only had only one option, she took a steadying breath before dialling a different number.

“Hello?” Eunkyung answered after the third dial.

“Hi, mum. It’s me.”

There was silence for a while. “Hi. How are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good. How are… How are you?”

“I’m good.” There was some more prolonged silence. “Look, Harin, I’m really busy, so–”

“Yeah, yeah, um… I just wanted to tell you that I used some of my allowance today. It wasn’t a lot.”

“Okay. Is that all?” There was impatience in her tone.

Harin sighed. “Yes, mum. That’s all.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye. Say hi to dad and Harrison for me.”

Eunkyung hummed before ending the call. Harin put the phone back in the holder, her shoulders sagging. She hadn’t really spoken to her mom since coming to Korea, only to her dad. She knew her mom was angry with her for wanting a career in the arts instead of in medicine, and she just couldn’t deal with the constant disappointment and judgement.

Not for the first time, she thought of Matilda, born in a family that didn’t understand her. But she had a Miss Honey, someone who cared for her and supported her. Harin likened herself to Matilda a lot; her dad understood her but didn’t necessarily support her, her brother supported her but didn’t necessarily understand her, and her mom… cared for her in her own way, though Harin never felt it. Not for the first time, Harin prayed for her Miss Honey, someone she wouldn’t have to constantly prove herself to.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, she took a shuddering breath and rolled her shoulders back, continuing to worry on her bottom lip. She made the short walk to the SM Entertainment building, ready to attend her singing lessons, getting one step closer to her dream.

bonus:

A few days later, Harin was in one of the vocal rooms; she had booked it to have a private session. She was in the middle of a song when she heard a knock on the door. Pressing pause on the backtrack, she went to open the door, seeing a girl dressed in black leggings, a red, cropped shirt, and blue sneakers. Her hair was in a high ponytail and she had a bracelet around her wrist.

“Hi!” She greeted energetically, the bracelet jingling as she waved. “I’ve been looking for you the past few days, but I couldn’t find you anywhere. I wanted to thank you for taking me to the hospital the other day,” she said.

Harin nodded, finally knowing who the girl in front of her was. “It’s no problem, Yuri.”

“Yeah, I’m just really thankful an–” She abruptly stopped speaking, a confused expression taking over her features. “You speak Korean?” She asked, pointing an accusatory finger at Harin.

“Yeah.”

“I thought you didn’t.”

“Why?”

“Because you told me that.”

“I didn’t,” Harin denied, slightly shaking her head. “You assumed I couldn’t speak Korean and I didn’t feel the need to correct you. Besides, we were speaking Korean when we were at the hospital, and when I was reading Matilda, it was in Korean,” she pointed out.

“Oh. I– Anyways, I wanted to thank you,” she said, putting her hand down. “And to say that if you ever need help with something, then you can come to me.”

“Thank you, Yuri. I’ll keep that in mind.” Harin flashed her a genuine smile, which she reciprocated.

“Great! I’ll let you get back to…” She gestured at the room as she started to back away. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

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