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elryuse · 1 month ago

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MY CHAEBOL BULLY, IS CRAZY OVER ME

YANDERE SOHYUN X MALE READER

The bell rang, signaling the end of another school day. Students poured out of classrooms, chatting and laughing as they made their way home. Sohyun, the queen bee of the school, leaned against her locker, surrounded by her usual entourage of admirers. Her designer bag hung casually on her shoulder, a testament to her family's wealth and influence.

"Yah, new kid!" she called out, her sharp voice cutting through the chatter.

Y/n froze mid-step, his heart sinking. He had been hoping to avoid her today, but it seemed fate had other plans.

"Yes, you!" Sohyun smirked, walking toward him with a confident swagger. Her friends giggled behind her, eager to see what she had planned.

"What do you want, Sohyun?" Y/n asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Sohyun tilted her head, pretending to think. "Hmm, let's see... I just remembered how funny it was when you tripped over your own feet during gym class. What was that about, huh?"

The group burst into laughter, and Y/n clenched his fists, biting back a retort.

"You're pathetic," she sneered, flicking his forehead. "Try not to embarrass yourself tomorrow, okay?"

Satisfied, she turned and sauntered off, her laughter echoing through the hallway.

Later that evening, as Sohyun walked toward her family's sleek black car parked in an empty lot, she felt a chill run down her spine. The sound of footsteps echoed behind her, too many to belong to just one person.

"Hey, princess," a rough voice called out.

Sohyun spun around, her heart racing. A group of older boys stood behind her, their expressions leering.

"What do you want?" she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.

"You've been flaunting that pretty little face around for too long," one of them said, stepping closer. "Thought we'd give you a reality check."

Panic gripped Sohyun as they surrounded her. She tried to scream, but one of them clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Let her go!"

The voice was unfamiliar yet firm. The group turned to see Y/n standing a few feet away, his fists clenched and determination blazing in his eyes.

"Oh, look who it is," one of the boys sneered. "The little hero."

"Leave her alone," Y/n growled, stepping closer.

"And what are you gonna do about it?"

Before Y/n could respond, one of the boys lunged at him. The fight was brutal and one-sided. Y/n swung wildly, managing to land a few hits, but he was no match for the group.

Sohyun watched in horror as they punched and kicked him, his blood staining the pavement.

"Stop it!" she screamed, but her voice was drowned out by the chaos.

The fight only ended when the sound of a police siren cut through the air. The boys scattered, leaving Y/n crumpled on the ground. Sohyun ran to his side, her heart pounding as she knelt next to him.

"Y/n?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

His face was battered, his lip split, and his breathing labored, but his eyes fluttered open. "You... okay?" he rasped.

Tears filled her eyes as she nodded. "Why did you do that? Why did you risk yourself for me?"

He gave her a weak smile. "Didn't want to see you get hurt."

At the hospital, Sohyun sat beside Y/n's stretcher in the ambulance, her usual confident demeanor shattered. Her hands trembled as she reached out to his, hesitating before finally resting her fingers on his bruised knuckles.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Y/n, too weak to respond, closed his eyes.

As the siren wailed and the city lights blurred past, Sohyun found herself staring at him, her mind racing. This was the boy she had mocked, tormented, and humiliated. And yet, he had protected her without hesitation, sacrificing his own safety.

Her heart ached in a way she didn't understand. For the first time, Sohyun felt something other than contempt toward someone.

She tightened her grip on his hand, her voice shaking as she murmured, "I'll make this up to you. I swear."

The days that followed were different. Sohyun found herself replaying the moment Y/n had stepped in to save her. She remembered his bloodied face, his quiet strength, and the way he had smiled at her even in his pain.

It was maddening.

And yet, she couldn't stop thinking about him. The boy she once saw as beneath her was now the center of her world.

"I'll protect you now," she whispered to herself, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

Her lips curled into a smile. Y/n didn't realize it yet, but he belonged to her now.

Y/n groaned softly, the throbbing pain in his body dragging him out of unconsciousness. His eyes fluttered open, the bright white of the hospital ceiling blinding him for a moment. Slowly, the room came into focus—the steady beeping of a heart monitor, the faint smell of antiseptic, and...

Sohyun?

He blinked again, his heart skipping a beat as he recognized her. She was slumped in a chair beside his bed, her arms crossed and her head resting against them. Her usually perfect hair was disheveled, her expression peaceful in sleep.

LWhy is she here?

Y/n shifted slightly, the movement making his sore muscles protest. The slight sound of the bedsheets rustling was enough to wake her. Sohyun stirred, blinking groggily as she lifted her head.

“Y/n?” she mumbled, her voice soft and uncharacteristically vulnerable.

He didn’t respond immediately, too stunned to say anything.

As she fully woke up, her eyes softened, and a small smile spread across her face. “You’re awake.”

Y/n nodded weakly, unsure of how to process this version of Sohyun. She seemed different—gone was the sharp, mocking edge he had grown accustomed to.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, her voice trembling slightly.

“For what?” he croaked, his throat dry.

“For saving me,” she replied, her gaze dropping to her hands. “If it weren’t for you...”

She trailed off, her words hanging heavy in the air.

“I-i-it's... fine,” Y/n said hesitantly, forcing a small smile despite the lingering fear in his chest.

But Sohyun wasn’t done. She leaned forward, her fingers brushing against his bruised cheek. Y/n stiffened at her touch, his instincts screaming at him to pull away, but his body refused to move.

“You’re still afraid of me, aren’t you?” she asked softly, her voice carrying a strange mix of regret and amusement.

He didn’t answer, his silence confirming her suspicion.

“That’s okay,” she murmured, her fingers lingering on his face. “I don’t blame you. I haven’t exactly been kind to you, have I?”

Y/n’s heart raced as her gaze locked onto his. Her usual fiery confidence had shifted into something softer, yet infinitely more dangerous.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “About what happened. About you.”

“Sohyun, I—”

“Let me finish,” she interrupted gently but firmly. “That night... seeing you like that, seeing what you were willing to do for me... I realized something.”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, panic bubbling in his chest.

“I want you to be mine,” she said, her voice steady but filled with an intensity that made his stomach twist. “And there’s nothing that will stop me from making that happen.”

He swallowed hard, his mouth dry. “Sohyun, you don’t mean that. You’re just—”

“Don’t,” she said sharply, cutting him off. Her fingers trailed down to his jaw, holding him in place as her eyes bored into his. “Don’t try to tell me how I feel. I know what I want, Y/n. And what I want... is *you.*”

He stared at her, his mind racing. The girl who had tormented him, humiliated him, was now confessing her feelings with an intensity that left him speechless.

“You saved me,” she continued, her voice softening again. “No one’s ever done that for me before. And now that I’ve seen what you’re willing to do for me... I can’t let you go.”

“Sohyun, this isn’t—”

“Fair?” she finished for him, her lips curling into a faint smile. “Maybe not. But I don’t care. I’ve already made up my mind.”

Her hand lingered on his face for a moment longer before she pulled back, her expression softening.

“You’ll understand eventually,” she said, her tone almost soothing. “You’ll see that this is what’s best for both of us.”

Y/n’s breath hitched as she leaned in, her lips brushing lightly against his forehead.

“Rest for now,” she whispered. “I’ll take care of everything.”

As she sat back down, her eyes never leaving him, Y/n felt a chill run down his spine. He had saved Sohyun that night, but now he wondered if he had doomed himself in the process.

Y/n finally returned home after being discharged from the hospital. His body ached with every movement, but the relief of being in the safety of his own space soothed him. He dropped his bag by the door and shuffled toward his room, muttering a soft greeting to his parents before collapsing onto his bed.

But his peace didn’t last long.

The doorbell rang sharply, echoing through the house. Y/n’s parents exchanged a confused look before his father opened the door. Standing there, smiling as though she owned the place, was Sohyun.

“Good evening,” she said sweetly, bowing slightly. “I’m Sohyun. I wanted to properly introduce myself.”

Y/n’s mother appeared at the door, her eyes widening as she recognized the name. “Sohyun... You’re not the daughter of *that* chaebol family, are you?”

Sohyun smiled politely but with an edge. “Yes, my parents own the Daehan Group.”

Y/n’s parents froze. Their mouths opened, then shut, their expressions flickering between shock and forced cheerfulness.

“Oh, what an... honor,” Y/n’s father stammered. “To what do we owe this visit?”

Sohyun’s smile widened, and her voice turned honeyed yet possessive. “I’m here to let you know that Y/n and I are dating now.”

The announcement hung in the air, shocking everyone but Sohyun.

“D-d-dating?” Y/n’s mother repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief.

“Yes,” Sohyun said firmly, stepping into the house without waiting for an invitation. “I care deeply for him, and I wanted to make sure you knew how important he is to me.”

Y/n’s parents exchanged a glance. It was clear they were unnerved, but the weight of Sohyun’s family name pressed heavily on their shoulders.

“Well,” Y/n’s father said after a tense moment. “That’s wonderful news.”

“Yes, wonderful,” Y/n’s mother echoed, her smile forced. “Please, come in. Can we get you anything?”

Sohyun shook her head politely. “No, thank you. I just wanted to check on Y/n. Is he home?”

“Oh, he’s resting,” his mother said quickly, but Sohyun’s determined expression left no room for argument.

“Good,” she said, her voice dropping an octave. “I’ll just check on him myself.”

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Y/n was half-asleep when his bedroom door creaked open. He stirred slightly, his body too exhausted to react. He assumed it was his mother checking on him, so he mumbled a faint, “I’m fine.”

But then he felt a hand brush against his cheek.

His eyes fluttered open, and he froze when he saw Sohyun leaning over him, her face mere inches from his.

“S-Sohyun?” he whispered, his voice thick with sleep and panic.

“Shh,” she cooed, her fingers trailing down his jawline. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I just couldn’t leave without seeing you.”

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his heart pounding.

She smiled, her eyes soft but glinting with something far darker. “I told your parents about us. They were so supportive. Isn’t that nice?”

Y/n’s mind raced. “You... what?”

Sohyun leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I couldn’t wait any longer, Y/n. I needed to be near you.”

Before he could protest, she cupped his face and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was deep and lingering, a mixture of passion and possessiveness that made Y/n’s head spin.

He tried to pull away, but her grip on him was firm, her fingers threading through his hair as she held him in place.

When she finally pulled back, her eyes were filled with a terrifying intensity.

“You’re mine now,” she whispered, her breath warm against his lips. “And nothing will ever change that.”

Y/n stared at her, his body frozen in shock and fear.

Sohyun smiled sweetly, brushing his hair back like he was the most precious thing in the world. “Rest well, my love. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As she stood and left his room, Y/n’s heart raced, the weight of her words sinking in. He was trapped in her web now, and no matter how much he wanted to escape, he knew there was no way out.

Sohyun’s devotion was absolute. And in her mind, they were destined to be together—no matter the cost.

The halls of the school were eerily quiet as Sohyun strode through them, her hand gripping Y/n’s wrist like a vice. Students parted like the Red Sea, their eyes flickering with a mixture of fear and awe. Sohyun’s aura, already commanding, now radiated something far darker—an unspoken threat that no one dared to challenge.

“Move,” she barked at a group of underclassmen blocking her path. They scrambled aside without hesitation, their heads bowed.

Y/n trailed behind her, his expression blank but his eyes betraying his unease. Every so often, he glanced at the people staring at them, but he knew better than to resist.

Sohyun stopped abruptly, causing Y/n to stumble slightly. She turned to him, her expression softening only for him.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice dripping with concern.

“I-i-i'm fine,” he muttered, avoiding her gaze.

Her grip on his wrist loosened slightly, but she didn’t let go. “Good. You need to eat. Let’s go to the cafeteria.”

“I’m not hungry,” he replied, his voice barely audible.

Sohyun frowned, her eyes narrowing. “Y/n,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You need to take care of yourself. For me.”

Y/n sighed and nodded, knowing there was no use fighting her.

As they entered the cafeteria, the atmosphere was electric. Whispers spread like wildfire, students craning their necks to watch the school’s queen bee and her new “boyfriend.” But the curiosity was laced with fear, especially after the recent news.

The criminals who had attacked Sohyun that night had been found dead, their bodies dumped near a ferry harbor. The police called it a "gang dispute," but the rumors swirling through the school told a different story.

“She had something to do with it,” one student whispered.

“Of course she did. Did you see how protective she’s been of him?”

“Don’t mess with her, or you’ll end up like them.”

Sohyun ignored the whispers, her focus entirely on Y/n. She led him to a table near the corner, where they could sit in relative privacy.

“Eat,” she said, placing a tray of food in front of him.

Y/n hesitated, but her expectant gaze forced him to comply. As he took small bites, Sohyun leaned closer, her fingers brushing against his arm.

“You’re safe now,” she murmured, her voice low and possessive. “No one will ever hurt you again. I’ll make sure of it.”

Y/n didn’t respond, but his silence didn’t bother her. She smiled, satisfied, and leaned back in her chair, surveying the room like a queen overlooking her kingdom.

Later that day, Sohyun stood by the window of an empty classroom, her phone pressed to her ear.

“Is everything handled?” she asked, her voice calm but cold.

“Yes, Miss Sohyun,” the voice on the other end replied. “There won’t be any loose ends.”

“Good,” she said, a small smile playing on her lips. “You’ve done well. Keep the rest of the team on standby. I’ll have more tasks for you soon.”

She ended the call and turned to see Y/n standing hesitantly in the doorway.

“Come here,” she said, her tone softening instantly.

He approached cautiously, his shoulders tense.

Sohyun reached out and took his hand, pulling him close. “You’ve given me purpose, Y/n,” she said, her eyes filled with a dangerous mix of love and obsession. “Together, we’re going to build something incredible. This is just the beginning.”

Y/n’s breath hitched as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.

“You’re mine, Y/n,” she whispered. “Forever.”

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, Sohyun tightened her grip on his hand and led him out of the room. The whispers followed them, but Sohyun didn’t care.

This was her empire, and Y/n was the center of it. Nothing—and no one—would ever take him away from her.

- The End -

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nakylvr · 4 months ago

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— GROUNDED

park sohyun (triples) x fem!reader

summary: helping sohyun with producing a song in the late hours of the night

warnings/tags: established relationship, fluff, i have no fucking idea how to make music this is probably so off but whatever, wlw,

"do you not get bored doing this all the time?"

sohyun turns her gaze away from the screen to you sitting on the bed behind her, and she shakes her head, pushing her glasses up her nose. "no, not really," she answers.

getting up off the bed, you stop behind her and wrap your arms around her shoulders, resting your chin on her shoulder. "even though you've been doing it for years?" you question, pushing some of her hair out of her face.

"i enjoy it," sohyun responds, instinctively leaning into your touch. "plus, it's kinda my job."

you hum, nodding your head and looking at the laptop screen. "what are you working on right now?"

"a song for the new album," she replied. "i'm struggling a bit, though." she admits, taking her glasses off and rubs her eyes with her hand.

"really?" you let out, a bit surprised by her words. "is it difficult?"

"sometimes," sohyun nods her head. "it's easy most of the time, but there are times when it's hard like this."

you hum again, looking at the screen in front of you both before glancing at sohyun. "you want some help?" you say.

"hm?" she looks over at you with subtle confusion on her face, putting her glasses back on. "i should be fine, you should get some sleep. i'll probably be up for a while."

"you don't seem fine," you respond, poking her cheek gently. "i know i can't be that much help, but you seem more tired than me right now. if anything, just let me sit here with you."

it takes sohyun a moment to respond, processing your words knowing it's the truth. but, she didn't want to admit how tired she was. "okay," she eventually says, nodding her head.

a smile is instantly brought to your face when she responds, and you walk around the chair to sit on her lap which you can tell surprises her by how her breathing hitches for a second. a second later she wraps her arms around your waist and sits her chin on your shoulder, looking at the screen again. she plays the beginning of the song, and the same beat is heard through the room again for the hundredth time since she started hours ago, and stops it at a certain part, pressing a few keys and dragging a couple things to the track.

"tell me if this sounds reasonably okay," sohyun says to you before pressing play on the beginning again.

the song starts playing again, and you can hear a bit of a difference in it before it gets to the next part that she was struggling with, and when it finishes you nod your head. "it sounds really good," you tell her.

"you think?" she questions.

you look over at her and can see the uneasy look on her face, and you nod your head again, cupping her face in your hands. "it sounds great, seriously. you need to stop stressing so much about this. you're amazing at making music, and you've been doing it for years, it's not like the company is going to disregard you if you make one song they don't like. yes, it's your job. but you're so good at it, you need to stop worrying about if it's good or not. they all are and they always will be," you say to her.

it takes another minute or two for sohyun to even think of a response to your words. she knows it's true, that she worries too much that the songs won't be good enough to be put on albums or will be thrown in the trash if it isn't liked by the company. but, it's never something she wanted to admit even though it was obvious. "thank you," she murmurs quietly in response.

"don't thank me," you shake your head. "i just don't want you to get burnt out from this, okay?"

sohyun nods her head, her hands moving from the keyboard to your waist as she looks up at you. "okay," she says. she leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away. "we should go to sleep."

"oh, so now you want to sleep," you giggle lightly at her suddenly wanting to sleep.

"mm," she hums, nodding her head again. "yeah, i think my time is better spent with you than stressing over a song," she replies with a smile forming on her face.

"wow," you let out, a wide smile on your face at her words. "all i have to do is give some praise and suddenly you talk like this?" you tease.

"more too, if you want that," she says, leaning forward and kissing you again.

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wonywish · 4 months ago

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currently having very unholy thoughts about having a little fling with sohyun and catching feelings for her. at first you try to hide them but eventually you can’t help yourself and you confess. she turns you down, saying she’s not ready for a serious relationship and values her freedom. it of course shatters your heart at the time but you force yourself to move on

time skip to some months later and you’re both invited to the party of a mutual friend and you show up hand in hand with your new fling and she just feels a surge of anger ripple through her bones. all her friends notice the obvious shift in her mood, and even you do from all the way across the room feeling her eyes staring daggers at you and your oblivious lover.

thinking about jealous sohyun who finally gathers the nerve to make her way over to you, grabs you by the hand when your fling is preoccupied with dancing with their friends to the blaring music and pulls you into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind you. you open your mouth to protest and ask who exactly she thinks she is and what she’s doing but before you can one of her hands is on your chin as she pulls you in and attaches her pretty lips to yours. the breath is knocked out of you as you gasp at her boldness and she simply deepens the kiss.

jealous sohyun whose mind is racing as she helps you onto the bathroom counter pinching your thigh and kneels on the floor and lifts your skirt, a sly smile on her face as she maintains eye contact with you and mentions the embarrassing wet patch that is evident on your panties, teasing you about how you wanted this all along. insisting that you were purposely trying to make her jealous so that she’d pull you away and remind you who you belong to.

jealous sohyun who slips your panties off and tosses them to the side, taking two fingers to your cunt, pushing them in slowly and stroking your walls, letting your wetness collect on them before bringing her fingers to her mouth letting out a moan at your taste as you feel your cheeks begin to burn and your cunt clenches around nothing at the sound.

i swear she just has the perfect mouth for eating you out?? she delivers a few seductive kitten licks to your clit and sucks ever so softly and next thing you know she’s devouring you like a woman starved and all you can do is tangle your fingers in her thick hair biting back your moans as she delves deeper into your heat. licking, biting, and squeezing at your plush thighs and occasionally leaving kisses on your soft stomach before returning to her original task of sending you over the edge.

involuntarily bucking your hips and pushing the back of her head deeper into you as you feel your orgasm approaching, completely forgetting your former embarrassment and letting your sinful whines fall from your lips as you chant her name which only encourages her to pick up her pace as you stutter out that you’re almost there.

“please please please” you beg pathetically, barely even making a full sound, your voice just breathlessly scattered as your eyes widen and you sinfully open your legs wider to grant her better access as your body tingles and is overcome with toe curling pleasure

hi um idk why this got so long bc it definitely wasn’t supposed to and it’s my first time ever writing something like this so i’m not entirely mad, but i’m so sorry for being terrible at writing smut / explaining thoughts !! anyways i want sohyun so bad it’s not even funny anymore . . .

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iichaeyj · 6 months ago

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CAFÉ SUNSHINE

the barista working at your favorite café draws hearts onto your coffee cup, calls you her sunshine, and calls you the prettiest thing she’s ever seen—platonically, of course.

PAIRING: barista!sohyun x f!reader GENRE: fluff, lots of fluff WARNINGS: y/n is a little oblivious but she's trying her best, like one kms joke, one sort of suggestive joke ? WORD COUNT: 4.0k A/N: ik nobody asked for this but i saw no sohyun fics so i had to do it myself!!!!!

The lingering smell of fresh coffee hits your nose as you walk into the quaint, familiar café you’ve been visiting for months now, the bell at the top of the door ringing to signal your arrival. A small display on the counter shows you little cupcakes, cookies, and bagels you’ve all tried. Next to it, a small menu resides that shows off the various coffees and drinks the café serves its customers. You approach the counter, your eyes drifting to the only sound in the café besides the calming music in the background.

The sound of the espresso machine rings throughout the area, the shot of concentrated coffee flowing down into a little white cup made by the girl standing in front of the machine. Her long, dark hair flows behind her as she works. She’s dressed in a simple outfit suited for a barista, the white sleeves of her blouse rolled up as she concentrates on grinding coffee beans. Her apron is slightly messy with hints of coffee and whipped cream smeared onto the brown fabric, but she shows no sign of care on her face as she focuses on her current task. The veins in her hands become visible as she works, and her forearm muscles tighten as she finishes. She tilts her head down as she notices her messy hands, her side profile highlighting her jawline and the soft curve of her nose. The gold writing flashes as the sunlight reflects off her name tag, the bold letters spelling out “Sohyun” against the black background.

Sohyun turns towards you, her eyes looking up from the ground as she makes eye contact. Her lips part in surprise as she finally notices a customer, curling up at the ends when she sees that it’s not just any customer, but you. She brushes her hands off diligently on a clean towel before walking up to the register, flashing you a friendly smile. “Hey, sunshine,” Sohyun greets you, using the familiar nickname she applies only to you as she leans down against the counter with her arms crossed against the cool surface. She looks up at you as she tilts her head, staring for a moment as if to take in your appearance while she smiles brighter at the sight. “What can I get for you today?” she asks you, her sultry and smooth voice causing you to look away shyly.

“I don’t know,” you hum, glancing at the menu next to the register. “What do you suggest?” you ask, meeting her gaze again despite every part of your body struggling to hide the rosy blush currently creeping onto your cheeks.

“Why don’t you get something as sweet as yourself?” Sohyun says, grinning when she notices the soft blush becoming more prominent from her flirtatious words. “Maybe a blue lemonade?” she suggests, standing back up properly from her position leaning down on the counter.

“A blue lemonade?” you say, scanning the menu that offers no such option. “Since when did you start making that?” you ask her curiously.

“Since I noticed you beginning to crave sweeter and cooler things the hotter it gets,” Sohyun tells you with a small chuckle, gathering the ingredients from the cabinets.

You flush in embarrassment as she picks up on a habit you didn’t even know you had, wondering if you were easy to read or if she was just smart enough to figure you out. “Well as long as you make it, I’m sure I’ll like it,” you say sweetly, trying to flatter her while also avoiding processing the fact that Sohyun remembered something about you so easily.

Sohyun’s hand twitches slightly at your words, her back towards you as she begins working on your blue lemonade. “What if I accidentally make it really horrible? My job mainly requires me to handle shots of espresso, you know,” she jokes, preparing the sparkly blue drink.

“I trust you,” you tell her, smiling at her joke. “Ever since I started coming here, you’ve never given me anything bad,” you say happily.

You shiver as you walk down the streets of your neighborhood, the jacket around you doing little to nothing to prevent the cold air from attacking your skin. After walking downtown thinking you’d be fine, you regretted your choice as you walked back up the familiar streets in the freezing cold. Just as you begin thinking nothing could get worse than the 32 Fahrenheit weather you were currently trapped in, snowflakes suddenly begin floating down from the sky.

Letting out an exasperated sigh as the snow falls onto your hair, you look around the empty street. Although you lived nearby, you really didn’t want to be out in the cold after walking all the way here. You could practically feel your legs aching at the thought of climbing up these next few streets to get home. You notice a bright light coming from inside a small store, curious about the store you hadn’t seen previously. You sigh as the snow only begins getting heavier, shivering as you make your way towards the light that would surely offer you some comfort from the snowy weather.

You walk into the small store, looking around at the small plants placed around the space and the pieces of art that still have the price tags on them if you look closely enough. You notice the freshly dried paint on the walls and the lack of actual food or products on display, hinting at the place's newly opened status. The place was generally filled with the colors of white and brown, typical colors for a modern café. However, something about the cute, small café offered you space that differed from the world outside. The warm, golden lights shined down on you and almost instantly melted the snow on your hair, leaving you feeling much better than before. The area felt warm and comfortable, offering a safe space from the harsh weather outside.

As you look around, you fail to notice the barista behind the counter that was looking at you. Her eyes looked you up and down, bundled up in a warm jacket and a scarf that was too big on you. She smiled slightly at the sight of you, taking in your rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes as you looked around curiously.

“Can I help you?” the barista asks you, causing your head to snap up to stare at the girl. Her voice was low and raspy, causing you to unknowingly blush at the mere sound. As you try and calm yourself down, feeling stupid from being so easily embarrassed, your jaw nearly falls open as you take her in. She smiles kindly at you, looking into your eyes. Her eyes glisten with interest as she looks at you, clearly intrigued by your presence. Her hair is tied up behind her, allowing you to look over her sharp features. Her lips are shaped like hearts as they curl into a smile for you, which in turn highlights the pink on her prominent cheekbones. She had a mole on the bottom of her left eye and on her nose, adding to her already incredible features to make her look sophisticated.

She looked ethereal.

She was unlike anybody you’ve ever seen before. After you walked through the cold weather on streets covered by white snow with the gray sky looming overhead, the girl seemed like an otherworldly being with the way she captivated you with her warm smile and raspy voice. Her eyes crinkled up at the ends as she smiled, making you nearly fall over after noticing the small detail if it wasn't for the sound of her voice interrupting your thoughts.

“Hello?” she asks you, chuckling as she continues to stare at you kindly. You felt your legs wobble at her words. Hearing her low voice and her gentle laugh only made your attraction to her worse, a red tint coating your cheeks at the realization.

“Hi,” you say meekly, trying to offer her a smile you hoped wasn’t painfully awkward. “I was just trying to find shelter from the cold,” you tell her, struggling to meet her gaze for more than a few seconds at a time.

“So you didn’t mean to come here?” she asks you, a soft smile on her lips as she glances at your blushing cheeks.

You flush bright red in embarrassment, shaking your head quickly. “I didn’t mean it like that,” you tell her quickly. “I’ve just never been here,” you explain shyly. “I live in this neighborhood, so I wanted to check this place out.”

“This place is a new café I'm getting set up,” she explains. “It may not look like much right now, but it'll get there,” she tells you, giving you a small wink.

You felt something awaken at the sight.

“You own this place?” you ask in surprise, staring at her as you take in her young appearance. Surely, she couldn't be more than a year older than you, if that.

“Yeah. I worked for it,” she shrugs, rubbing the back of her neck as she smiles bashfully. And if she noticed the way your eyes glanced at her exposed neck, she didn’t mention it.

“That’s cool!” you tell her earnestly, your eyes wide in surprise.

She glances at you, an amused smile playing on her lips as she notices your genuine enthusiasm for a person you had just met. “It’s nothing crazy,” she tells you, chuckling again which causes your heart to race. “Why don’t you take a seat? I’ll make something for you,” she tells you, nodding towards a seat nearby as she disappears off to the back.

As you take a seat, you hear her work in the back. You can hear lots of noises as she moves around, clearly struggling to find the right ingredients as you see flashes of her running back and forth in the back through the doorway. You smile slightly as you wait for her, feeling oddly flustered knowing that she was going through all this trouble just to make you something. You sigh and shake your head, trying to calm down the butterflies in your stomach that suddenly appeared as soon as you looked at the pretty barista. It wasn't like you to swoon over a person just because they're attractive, but as you see her eyebrows furrowing in concentration as you catch a glimpse of her searching for something, you feel your face heat up once again.

After a few moments, the girl walks back into the front of the café while holding a steaming coffee cup. “I made you some hot chocolate,” she tells you, smiling as she sets the cup down in front of you on your table.

You look at the mug in surprise, smiling at the sight of the drink she clearly worked hard to make. “You really didn’t have to,” you say shyly.

“I wanted to. It’s on the house,” she reassures you, smiling as she casually sits down across the table from you. “I hope you don’t mind if I take a seat. Considering the weather, I don’t think any more customers are gonna be arriving soon,” she says, glancing at the window where she could see the snowstorm only getting worse.

“I don’t mind at all,” you tell her a little too quickly, looking down at the coffee cup. “But what’s this?” you ask her, pointing to something on the cup.

“That? It’s a sun, of course,” she tells you, looking at the little sun outlined in sharpie on your cup. The sun is a sharp contrast to the otherwise modern and sleek design of the cup and logo of the café.

“Do you draw suns on most of your coffee cups?” you ask her curiously, taking a sip of the hot chocolate that warms your insides. The sweet taste coats your tongue as you swallow the drink, the soft marshmallow melting on your tongue.

“Nope,” she tells you, shaking her head. “I just thought it suited you, sunshine,” she says casually, smiling at the sight of you enjoying the drink she’s made for you.

You freeze at the sound of the nickname rolling off her tongue, hoping your face isn’t as red as it seemed. “‘Sunshine?’” you question quietly, glancing up at her from your drink.

“Well, I don’t know your name, and ‘sunshine’ seems to suit you,” she shrugs, smiling as she confidently meets your eyes. “You’re a warming presence, especially considering the state we’re in right now,” she hums, motioning toward the outside weather. “But if you don’t mind me asking, what is your name?” she asks you.

“My name’s Y/n,” you tell her shyly, your mind still reeling from her words. “What’s yours?”

“My name is Sohyun.”

“Yeah well, I wouldn’t wanna give my favorite customer a bad drink,” Sohyun says, smiling fondly at the memory of seeing you for the first time. Ever since then, you’ve been coming to her café multiple days throughout the week.

“So I’m your favorite?” you ask, teasing her as you lean over the counter to watch her make the drink.

“Isn’t it obvious?” she retorts back, turning her head to smile at you before continuing to make your drink. You two had gotten quite close in the past few months of seeing each other, making you comfortable enough around her to joke around and tease her, but you still couldn’t help the way you nearly folded just from seeing her throw you a smile.

“Well if it helps, you’re my favorite barista,” you tell her, trying to maintain a cool demeanor.

“I’d hope so,” Sohyun tells you, her voice low and calming as she mixes your drink for you. “I’d get a little jealous if I found out otherwise,” she mumbles out, causing your knees to buckle and your cheeks to flush yet again in her presence.

It’s words like these that affect you. From the way she calmly addresses you like you could be her lover to the way she smiles with her pretty lips, you can feel your crush on her growing worse and your heart growing heavier in your chest. In moments like this, it seemed like you hadn't changed at all from the first meeting where you had met Sohyun. However, no matter how wonderful she might make you feel, figuring out what she might really mean always drove you insane.

“I don’t even know if she likes girls!” you cry out for the millionth time, flopping onto your best friend’s bed.

“And for the last time, just ask her!” Xinyu groans, throwing a pillow at you.

You groan as you easily catch the pillow, staring up at her ceiling. “It’s not that simple,” you sigh, already blushing as you picture Sohyun’s face on the clear canvas of Xinyu’s ceiling.

Xinyu sighs, helping you sit up as she takes a seat next to you on her bed. “Okay, picture this,” she says, grabbing onto your shoulders for dramatic effect. “Imagine you’re walking into that café,” she says, painting a vision for you. “You’re wearing something pretty and you look smoking hot, and everybody is looking at you,” she says dramatically while ignoring the disgusted look you give her. “You stroll in and say to the cute barista girl ‘Are you gay? If you aren’t sure, wanna come over to my place and find out?’” she suggests, winking at you.

Xinyu groans as she gets pushed away, frowning at your disapproving look. She huffs as she straightens up, holding her hands up to show she’s just joking. “Okay, okay,” she sighs. “But honestly, it sounds like she does like you. I mean, what straight girl looks you dead in the eyes and refers to you as her ‘sunshine?’” she deadpans.

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “But as much as it may seem like she’s flirting, how do I know she’s being serious? She may call me sweet things and tell me I’m pretty, but she’s never asked for my number or anything like that,” you tell her.

“Maybe she’s waiting for you to make the first move,” Xinyu tells you, shrugging casually. “It sounds like she’s consistently doing things for you ever since the two of you first met. Maybe she’s just waiting for you to initiate something for once,” she suggests, her eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Why can’t she just do it?” you whine, placing your head in your hands.

Xinyu snorts at your words, smiling at your hunched-over figure. “No offense girl, but you’re not exactly a walking pride flag,” she sighs, patting your back to comfort you. “She probably has no idea if you’re gay or not. You just gotta ask her to find out.”

“What if she punches me in the face and tells me to kill myself,” you mumble out, visibly distressed.

Xinyu rolls her eyes, groaning loudly. “I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you two get married and I include this in my maid of honor speech,” she chuckles out, sighing as she looks around her room aimlessly.

She raises an eyebrow when she sees the now empty coffee cup you had just gotten from visiting Sohyun at her café. She picks up the cup, looking at the scribbled writing on the side before she throws it down and turns to you dramatically. “I swear to god if you don’t just ask for her number already,” she groans as she throws another pillow at you, the cup rolling around on the ground with the words ‘for the prettiest girl i know’ written on its side.

Sohyun turns back around as she finishes making your drink, smiling at you once again. “Here, try it,” she tells you, handing you your blue lemonade. You swear you feel the electricity flowing between you two as her fingers brush against yours.

As you put your lips on the edge of the cup, her eyes flicker between you and your lips as she watches you swallow the smooth drink. “Is it good?” she asks you curiously.

“Yeah, it’s really good,” you tell her happily, the smooth liquid running down your throat. The blue lemonade is refreshing and light for your taste buds, offering you a cool refreshment fitting for the hot weather.

Sohyun smiles brightly at your words, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her cheekbones become more visible as her lips curl up, a soft blush painting her face at your compliment. “I’m glad,” she mumbles shyly, clearing her throat as she glances between you and the drink in your hand.

Her eyes flicker as she stares at the cup, suddenly realizing something as she hastily grabs the sharpie nearby. “Wait, let me see that,” she says, reaching for the cup that you willingly hand to her.

“What is it?” you ask curiously, staring at her as she sets the cup down on the counter and leans down again.

“I forgot your sun,” she mumbles out, focusing on the cup as she draws on it. Her fingers move carefully, taking longer than normal as the black ink stains the side of your cup. She turns it back to you after she’s done, standing back up as she hands you your drink back with a satisfied smile.

You smile at the signature sun gracing the side of your drink, turning the drink when you notice another drawing on the other side. “What’s this?” you ask curiously as you point to the new, small drawing of a heart. “You don’t normally do this,” you mumble out, gently touching the little detail.

“It’s my heart,” Sohyun says quietly, smiling shyly as she glances at the drawing before looking at you. “I guess you could say I’m giving my heart to you,” she chuckles out, trying to hide her blush under her joking tone. Normally, you'd laugh it off with her or try and hope your heart wasn't beating loud enough for her to hear, but as you notice her expectant gaze, you feel your heart racing in a way it hasn't ever done before.

You stare down at the little heart carefully drawn onto your drink, thinking about everything Sohyun has done for you in the past. From the times she’s given you free drinks and desserts to the little discreet touches of her hands against yours, you feel your cheeks heat up at the memories. You could practically hear Xinyu screaming at you to get it together and say some cheesy pickup line to the girl standing in front of you.

“Do you really think I’m the prettiest girl you know?” you ask her quietly, looking up from the cup to look into her eyes.

Sohyun’s eyes widen at your words, her breath hitching as she recalls the note she once wrote for you. Her eyes stare into yours, the blush on her cheeks matching yours as she fumbles with the sharpie still in her hand. She stares at you intensely, her glimmering eyes darting from your eyes and your expectant gaze to your parted lips coated with a pretty gloss. She stares at the drink in your hand that she had spent days working on to make sure it would match your taste and include only high-quality ingredients.

Slowly, she nods her head. “The prettiest in the world, actually,” she mumbles out.

Your cheeks heat up at her words, fumbling with the drink as you quickly set it down on the counter to avoid spilling it. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, your mind going blank as you think of what to say.

“Are you gay?” you blurt out, staring at her as you feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment. “If you aren’t sure, wanna come over to my place and find out?” you stammer out before you can stop yourself.

You feel your face burn hot and your hands tremble as you stare at her, suddenly feeling like you shouldn’t come back to this café ever again. You try to think of an excuse, anything to get you out of this situation. However, you suddenly hear Sohyun burst into laughter.

Sohyun throws her head back, laughing loudly as her eyes turn into crescents and her cheeks puff out from how hard she’s smiling. Her lips part as she laughs, struggling to contain her fits of laughter as she smiles brightly at you. “Shouldn’t you be inviting me out to dinner first?” she asks between the angelic sounds of her laughter.

You nod quickly, trying to save face as you play with the pendant on the necklace around your neck. “That would probably be better,” you mumble out, shyly glancing at her smiling face.

Sohyun smiles fondly at your obvious embarrassment, grabbing your drink as she writes her number on it. She hands your drink back to you after doing so, writing it boldly so that you can’t miss it. Her fingers touch yours firmly this time, lingering for a moment before pulling away. “But maybe I’ll take you up on that offer after a few dates?” she suggests, grinning when she sees your face heat up more at her simple words.

As you hold onto the drink tightly, you glance at her number before looking back up at her. “Maybe,” you mumble out sheepishly, struggling to think properly. “I’ll text you,” you tell her, dying to get out of here before you can embarrass yourself anymore.

Sohyun watches as you walk away from her, glancing at your ears that are bright red from the lingering embarrassment. She smiles as she admires you, calling out to you before you go. “Be careful with my heart,” she calls out as you leave, her gaze never leaving your back as you hurry out of the café.

You stare down at the cup as you walk out of the café, your thumb gently caressing the heart Sohyun drew on the coffee cup as you go about your day with a smile on your face.

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kangsae0 · 4 months ago

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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!"

#triples x reader #sohyun x reader #triples imagines #sohyun imagines

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ratedfleur · 10 months ago

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twins!sohyun and sunghoon crushing on you at the same time whilst fighting each other only for them to end up cornering you at a party where you end up admitting you like the both of them so … one rushes to kiss you briefly before tugging you away into a vacant room with the other twin trailing right behind you both.

both sunghoon and sohyun would be equally as nice with their words, always praising you even if you did the simplest thing as they undressed you. it’s their cardinal rule not to get in the way of the other so when sohyun was busy kissing you from your neck and towards your panties, sunghoon focused on making out with you after he stripped your clothes off of you.

after sohyun made you cum with her mouth, she went up and sat on your face, moaning as you licked up her sweet nectar before you felt sunghoon’s breath ghosting on your cunt before he licked one stripe, getting your cunt wet before he slipped his length into you.

the twins made sure you were all comfortable and satisfied with the way they touched you, always asking if it was okay, even to the extent where they focused on you and your pleasure only.

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yerimbrit · 2 months ago

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[flufftober day 29, wc: 595] - irl twilight : p. sohyun & z. xinyu

VAMPIRES AND WEREWOLVES, ah yes, the cliché that every stereotypical fantasy horror-romance story has… except, you don’t know why your company took you, sohyun, and xinyu to fulfill those roles—sohyun being the werewolf, xinyu being the vampire, and you, the beautiful female lead which has attracted both of the supernatural beings.

it’s supposed to be a photoshoot, something for a special halloween event that you three got voted for in a gravity for some reason, but these two are seriously getting on your nerves.

“take five!” the director calls, the two girls beside you still not breaking their fiery gazes.

your shoulders slump, and you sigh, “you know you guys don’t have to actually fight over me, right?”

“we’re merely playing into our roles,” xinyu chirps, wrapping a protective arm around your waist, “right, sohyun?”

the short-haired girl (aka werewolf) hesitates for a moment, glancing at xinyu’s hand, “...yeah.”

“i know sohyun’s representative animal is a wolf, but i feel like you two should switch roles. the personalities are kind of off,” you remark, peeling the possessive arm away from your body and making your way to the refreshment tables. the two girls trail behind you, acting as if they were your shadows.

you can hear them fighting with each other behind you as you take a sip of ice-cold water, soothing the heated nerves in your throat. but it’s too much of a bother and too much effort to break them up, because the second you turn away they’ll just start again—like just now.

when you turn around, they face away from each other like they did nothing wrong. “i can literally feel you pinching each other from here, what are you even fighting over?”

the ‘vampire’ smirks, and the ‘werewolf’ grimaces. “you.”

you can only shake your head and head back to the set, nodding at the director.

“okay, y/n i want you to sit in that chair, and then sohyun and xinyu behind you.”

the three of you follow the instructions, and of course the girls’ hands land on your shoulders. the grip intensifies after they share a pointed look.

the director hums, before calling out again, “actually, i want sohyun resting her head on y/n’s lap, is that fine?”

you turn your head to see what’s going to happen, and xinyu side-eyes sohyun, who quirks the corner of her lip up like an unspoken, ‘ha. i win,’ before smiling fully at you.

her head falls neatly onto your lap, her lower body resting on the floor in an elegant manner, and xinyu’s hand moves to have her nail gently brush against your neck. her doe eyes are trained on you, whereas you’re staring dreamily at the camera, and sohyun’s sharp gaze is also directed at you.

“perfect, perfect! this is more than enough, combined with the pictures from earlier, thank you girls!”

well, the photoshoot is over. but neither xinyu nor sohyun are making a move to detach themselves from you. instead, the ‘vampire’ leans down, breath fanning your ear and sending shivers down your spine, and whispers a message into your ear, sohyun not hearing the words she delivered to you.

not that it really matters, because the ‘werewolf’ stands up abruptly and takes your hand to lead you out of the building while pulling the stupid wolf ears off of her head.

“hey!” xinyu shouts after you two, “heyy!”

“ignore her,” sohyun whispers, whisking you away to the car before the other girl can even think about catching up, “i’m the one you’ll choose, right?”

“um…”

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a/n : hmm...

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badaseyebags · 1 month ago

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ayo this hooker (me) has an idea for what to write next, but it’s not about bada so i wanted to ask if i should post it here or make a separate account 👻

#sohyun x reader #park sohyun #triples

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ssivinee · 2 months ago

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i think its ABOUT TIME i write for miss trendy Park Sohyun👹

fyi i am still working on the yunjin fic but im also working on other things🤩

#❅ ssivinee chats #park sohyun #tripleS #gxg #wlw #kpop x female reader #kpop gg #tripleS Park Sohyun #triples sohyun #sohyun x reader #maybe a two parter fic 👀

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kangshxrtie · 7 months ago

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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 .

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essentiallyleaf · 1 year ago

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day 27. shower sex. with. sohyun.

273 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, shower sex, friends with benefits to lovers, breeding, Jesus fucks and he fucks hard.

notes.

-4. i don’t even know what to write here no more. seriously, leaf.

You remember that day clearly, she was laying beside you with her head on your shoulder, drawing little circles on your bare chest with her fingers; she told you that she wouldn’t bet one cent on the two of you, that for her heart, the line would be quite long. Now look where you are, look where she is. Both in your shower, putting shampooing on hold for the more pressing issue of pounding her into the shower glass from behind. And your hands are still on her upper back, feeling her scapulas, searching for a pair of wings that must be there, right? Not because of her Venus face that shines its reflection on the glass, of the ethereal smile on it when she insists, “I’ll take it!”, and brings your caramel macchiato to the table while “You only have to worry about sitting still, ‘kay?”, the same beaming smile she wears when she passionately argues why Charlie Kaufman is the greatest scriptwriter of our times. Better than Sorkin? Yes, better than Sorkin. It’s all of that, and on top of it, it’s her heavenly hips, her blessed bouncing boobs, her revered round recoiling rear as you hammer your manhood into her. No, maybe she doesn’t need any wings. She just needs to spread her gospel through melodic moans in the steam-filled air as you deposit your seed in her sacred vessel. You leave the bathroom before she finishes washing her hair; when she gets out of the shower, the only thing she can do is smile as she reads your words on the steamy mirror: “Is your heart mine now, Angel?”

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what is your favorite pokémon? gastly, leaf.

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Hierarchy

Part 1 : The Beginning

The grand piano stood like a polished ebony throne in the opulent living room. Its keys, under Lee Y/n’s deft fingers, transformed into a symphony of dreams, a melody that seemed to dance on the air. The room, a gilded cage of luxury, was silent except for the music. Y/n was lost in the world he created, a world far removed from the harsh realities outside these gilded walls.

He was a pianist, a musician by passion, but life had other plans. To afford his musical dreams, he found himself here, a ghost in this opulent mansion, playing for the Jang family, one of the pillars of Jooshin High, the most prestigious school in the country.

As the final notes of the Chopin nocturne faded, a soft applause broke the silence. Y/n bowed, his heart pounding with a mix of gratitude and apprehension. He had done it again. He had managed to impress the Jang family.

“Beautiful, as always, Y/n,” Mrs. Jang complimented, her voice a soft purr. Her husband, Mr. Jang, a stern-looking man with an aura of authority, nodded in approval. But it was the youngest Jang, Wonyoung, who captured Y/n’s attention. She was a vision in a short, revealing dress, her long legs and captivating eyes drawing everyone’s gaze.

Y/n had seen her around the neighborhood. She was the talk of the town, the rebellious princess of the Jang family. Yet, there was an underlying sadness in her eyes that intrigued him.

As the evening wore on, the atmosphere shifted. A heated argument erupted between Wonyoung and her father. It started with a casual remark about her dress, which escalated into a full-blown confrontation.

"You know this isn't appropriate!!" Mr. Jang thundered, his face flushed. “You are a Jang. You should dress like one.”

Wonyoung scoffed, her defiance evident. “I don’t want to be a Jang,” she retorted, her voice laced with bitterness. “I never asked for this life.”

The argument reached a boiling point when Wonyoung declared, “And besides she’s not my real mother.”

The room fell silent. A heavy silence that seemed to press down on everyone. Mr. Jang’s face turned ashen. He raised his hand and slapped Wonyoung hard. The sound echoed through the room, followed by a sharp intake of breath from Mrs. Jang.

Wonyoung’s lip was bleeding, but she stood her ground, her eyes filled with defiance and hurt. Mr. Jang, his anger momentarily subsided, wiped the red lipstick from her lips with a handkerchief, his voice cold and venomous. “This shade of lipstick is only for uneducated lowlifes.”

With tears streaming down her face, Wonyoung turned and ran out of the room. Y/n watched in horror as the once vibrant girl transformed into a wounded creature.

A few moments later, he heard the soft click of a door. Cautiously, he peeked outside. Wonyoung was in the backyard, a solitary figure against the backdrop of the opulent mansion. In her hand was a small, sleek device. She took a long drag, exhaling a cloud of vapor.

Y/n’s heart sank. He knew vaping was harmful, especially for a young girl. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to speak up.

“It’s not healthy for you, you know,” he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Wonyoung turned to face him, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and defiance. She took another long drag, the vapor swirling around her face like a ghostly halo.

“Mind your own business,” she said, her voice cold and distant.

But then, something unexpected happened. She approached Y/n, her eyes fixed on his white shirt.

“Can I borrow this?” she asked, her voice surprisingly soft.

Y/n was taken aback. He chuckled nervously. “You're joking right?

Wonyoung’s face turned serious. “I’m not joking,” she said, her voice firm.

Reluctantly, Y/n handed her the shirt. As she disappeared into the garage, he stood there, feeling a strange mix of emotions. He was scared, intrigued, and undeniably drawn to the enigmatic girl.

The sound of a powerful engine roared to life, shattering the silence. Y/n watched as Wonyoung emerged from the garage, the Lamborghini Gallardo gleaming under the moonlight. She was wearing his shirt, her long legs bare. She looked wild, dangerous, and undeniably beautiful.

With a final glance at Y/n, she revved the engine and sped away, leaving behind a cloud of dust and a lingering sense of mystery.

Y/n was left alone in the backyard, the night air filled with the echo of the Lamborghini’s roar. He looked down at his bare chest, feeling a strange sense of vulnerability. Something had changed that night, something profound and irrevocable.

The world of Jooshin High, a world he had observed from a distance, had suddenly become much closer. And at the center of it all was Wonyoung, the enigmatic princess with a rebellious spirit.

Y/n knew that their paths were destined to cross again. And when they did, he was certain that nothing would ever be the same.

Meanwhile In Wonyoung's POV

The roar of the engine filled my ears as I sped away from the mansion. The wind whipping through my hair felt like a cold slap of reality, a stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere within those gilded walls. I glanced at the rearview mirror, the imposing structure of the Jang mansion growing smaller with every passing second.

Pulling over to the side of the road, I grabbed my phone and typed a quick message to my friends. "Meet me at the usual spot, ASAP." I hit send and slipped the phone back into my pocket, my heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and relief.

The raceway was a world away from the pristine elegance of the Jang mansion. It was raw, gritty, and exhilarating—a place where I could truly be myself. As I pulled into the parking lot, I could already hear the distant roar of engines. A grin spread across my face.

Stepping out of the car, I was greeted by the familiar sight of my friends: Jimin, Minjeong, and Ryujin. They were a force of nature, a trio of fire, ice, and electricity. Jimin, with her infectious laugh and boundless energy, was the heart of the group. Minjeong, the calm and collected one, was the brain. And Ryujin, with her sharp wit and rebellious spirit, was the wild card.

They enveloped me in a group hug, their warmth a comforting shield against the storm I had just escaped.

“You okay, Wonyoung?” Jimin asked, her voice soft.

I forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just another one of Dad’s epic meltdowns.”

Ryujin snorted. “Your dad is such a buzzkill.”

Minjeong nodded in agreement. “We should have a party to celebrate your freedom.”

“I’m in,” Jimin chimed in.

We spent the next few minutes catching up, laughing, and planning our next adventure. The tension that had been building up inside me slowly began to dissipate.

Then, Ryujin’s eyes lit up. “Oh, speaking of parties, don’t forget about the Jooshin High opening ceremony tomorrow. We have to plan our outfits.”

Jimin and Minjeong erupted in laughter. “Can’t wait to see the new scholarship students,” Jimin said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I bet they’re going to be a bunch of losers.”

Minjeong nodded. “We need to find some new victims for our amusement.”

I couldn’t help but smile. As much as I hated to admit it, I enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. It was a way to escape the boredom of our privileged lives.

Just as we were about to dive deeper into our plans, a sleek red Ferrari pulled into the parking lot. The car was a masterpiece of engineering, a symbol of power and wealth. As the door opened, a figure stepped out.

It was Park Sohyun.

A cold shiver ran down my spine. Sohyun was the queen bee of Jooshin High, the undisputed alpha of our social circle. She was beautiful, intelligent, and ruthless. And she hated me.

She walked towards us, her long black hair swaying in the wind. Her eyes, cold and calculating, scanned our faces.

“You’re back,” she said, her voice as smooth as ice.

I met her gaze, refusing to back down. “And you’re still as unpleasant as ever,” I retorted.

Sohyun smirked. “We’ll see about that.”

With that, she turned and walked away, her tall figure disappearing into the setting sun.

As soon as she was out of sight, Jimin, Minjeong, and Ryujin exchanged worried glances.

“What’s her problem?” Jimin asked.

“I don’t know,” Minjeong replied, her voice laced with uncertainty. “But I have a bad feeling about this.”

I tried to shake off the feeling of dread. After all, I had faced Sohyun before and come out on top. But this time, something felt different. There was a darkness lurking beneath her icy exterior, a darkness that scared me.

To Be Continued

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