#sure by making everything the same all the time we all definitely recognize blackpink. but like. that's not interesting to keep watching

[sanstropfremir]

With the latest bp album dropping today and seeing that nothing has changed the last two years, I’m curious if you can help me understand why I find it all so….mediocre. I can tell that part of it is the effect you’ve brought up with Hybe of too much money smoothing out all character. I also feel like this is a case where keeping the same collaborators has meant doing the same song with tiny changes 5 times, unlike a lot of other groups where they still have variety while keeping a more consistent overall identity. But they feel very bland in a different way than hybe groups do, and I can’t put my finger on why.

nothing blackpink does has a concept.

well, that's mildly facetious: their concepts are 'what if we were cool and influencers and most importantly GIRLS', and that's a non-entity at this point. visually, none of that means anything and all of it is indistinguishable from each other.

i think this is a great question to illustrate exactly why spectacle (the form) is not as simple as slapping together the most bombastic set pieces and ideas you can think of and calling it a day. in order to make good spectacle, you have to put just as much work in as you do with any other type of art. your ideas have to be grounded in a visual logic that drives the entire world you create: sets, costumes, lighting, even text and sound all have to be interlinked, to communicate with each other.

since it's also on everyone's minds right now, let's use nct 127 as an example. specifically, let's use 2 baddies and sticker. both of these mvs superficially carry the same basic visual ideas: there's very bright and highly saturated colouring and a lot of neon, there's a car, and there's a lot of highly decorated costuming. but each of these mvs have highly specific themes and concepts in which they ground both these more general principles.

sticker draws a direct comparative between the old west and the aestheticized neo(n) techno future that has a basis in science fiction and techno orientalism, and within that comparative there's a line drawn between hackers and cowboys, as figures that operate outside of the law on their own moral codes. throwing in the lowrider is another connection to operating outside the law, as lowriders can only be created via modding/customization and the mods themselves are technically illegal. one can pick apart several different meanings from sticker however they desire, but my point is here that the concept has a context and logic. the imagery and production design are all based around that specific theme, and the styling is uses very obvious markers from cowboy/western fashion to further drive the point home.

and 2 baddies. oh there are some LAYERS to 2 baddies. firstly, one of the main visual motifs is geometric art deco style patterning, which is an arts and design movement that started in the mid 1920s and continued up until around the 40s. this movement did not just impact visual arts, but it also heavily impacted commercial and industrial design, which included both architecture (famously, the chrysler building) and, very notably: cars. this era is the boom of the automobile and the art deco movement in particular produced some of THE most beautiful cars of all time, including:

the bugatti aerolithe

the delahaye 177 rs

the delahaye 165 cabriolet

and one of my personal favourites, the phantom corsair

you know who else was designing cars in the 1930s and 40s? porsche:

the porsche type 12, 1931

the porsche 356 no. 1, 1948

and just as an extra fun lil detail, in the chorus of the actual song, there's a sample of a vintage car horn (it's right after the line 'don and manner'), which is the horn of a ford model a, which was ford's second model that replaced the model t, the car that popularized driving. and when was the model a produced?

and like with sticker, the styling draws directly from the clothing associated with concept, as it has very distinctive visual signifiers. we haven't seen any of the stages yet but i'm willing to bet that most of the styling is going to be based around motorsport gear. this goes across the board for pretty much every 127 styling: it is very obvious which era a performance is from just by looking at the costumes, because they use those very distinctive unified visual signifiers.

now, can you do this with a blackpink cb? name me a significant visual difference between any of their mvs. any of their stylings. all their mvs are colour graded the same, they reuse the same general imagery, there's no coherent theme holding anything together, and all their outfits are typical heightened kpop girl group. using just pure bombast works once or twice, but like as we've seen with their music, when you reuse the same imagery over and over again it loses impact. there's no spark. it gets boring.

[btschooseafic]

Hey you, what’s your dream?

Pairing: platonic!oc x ot7

Details: manager!oc, predebut/idolverse, partial BTS World!verse

Summary: Aviva gets pissed off at an executive.

Warnings: This is a fictional story based on real events. The characters presented here are not the same as their real life counterparts. (TW: discussion of body shaming/ body image issues) [Masterlist]

Track 19: Valentine’s Day

Sour Candy- Lady Gaga & BLACKPINK

“I'm sour candy

So sweet then I get a little angry”

February 14th, 2013

Soonyoung woke Aviva with a big wet kiss to her forehead.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” She held out a box of chocolates to the younger girl, beaming. Aviva rubbed her eyes and squinted up at Soonyoung, looming over her in bed. She was wearing a pretty red dress.

Aviva glanced at her phone. “Why are you up and dressed so early? Why are you waking me up so early?”

“I’ve got a pity breakfast hook-up date thing with a friend of a friend,” Soonyoung told her all in one breath. “But he only had time in the early morning, so, like, I wanted to say goodbye to you first.”

Aviva yawned. “Too bad, I was gonna make us a nice breakfast.”

Soonyoung pouted. “I could skip the pity breakfast hook-up date thing and stay with you. You’re more important, and your food tastes just as good as whatever café it is we’re going to, I’m sure.”

Aviva laughed. “Thanks for the flattery, but you should go. You’ve been complaining about how horny you’ve been lately.”

“True.” Soonyoung nodded. “Okay, I’ll go, but you do something fun for yourself today too, okay, girl?” Aviva shrugged. “Do it! I’m gonna call Hobi and make him bully you until you do!”

“Well, that’s no fun…” Aviva muttered.

Later that morning, Aviva went to the dorm as usual, to pick everyone up for their day of work. Jimin sat in the passenger’s seat next to her, unusually quiet and wearing his scarf covering his face.

“He got a cold cause he didn’t dress warmly enough when we went home for the holidays,” Jungkook told her, noticing her glancing at him every so often.

“Agh, Kookie, you didn’t have to tell her that!” Jimin protested hoarsely.

“It’s okay, manager, we still have plenty of that throat care stuff you gave us a while ago, so we’ve been testing everything that was left out on Jiminie,” Jin told her.

“Testing…?” Aviva wondered. Jimin grimaced.

“Nothing’s working,” he told her quietly.

“Hmmm. I’ve also got some special tea Soonie’s grandmother gave us over the holidays,” Aviva told him. “If you wanted to try that.” He shrugged.

“I’ll try anything at this point.” He stared at his feet. “I’m supposed to be an idol, how can I do that if I can’t sing?”

“Yah,” Namjoon said lightly.

“You can sing, Namjoon-ah,” Aviva said. He smiled at her. “...sort of.”

“Yah,” Namjoon said, again, now looking more offended.

“You could just be the hot dancer, Jiminie,” Tae suggested.

“Hmm, but Hobi-hyung,” Jimin pointed out. “And you and Kookie aren’t that bad either, Tae. Hmm, and Yoongi-hyung, sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” Yoongi wondered. Jungkook grinned as Namjoon frowned.

“Yah!” Jin said, his face squeezing up as he swung his arms around. “Joon-ah and I can be hot dancers too!” Namjoon snickered.

“You’d still be the cutest one, Jiminie,” Hoseok told him. Jimin frowned.

At the office, Jimin, Hoseok, and Jungkook went to dance practice, while Tae, Jin, and JK went to vocal practice, and Yoongi and Namjoon went to work on writing more songs. Aviva had a meeting with marketing, and then went to check on Jimin.

She found two girls waiting outside the dance studio, whispering and giggling. Aviva recognized them as some of the newer trainees, who were already fans of BTS, the maknae line in particular. They jumped when they saw her, trying to hide something behind their backs. They were holding boxes of chocolate.

Aviva smiled. “It’s alright, girls. I won’t tell the higher ups if you want to give the boys chocolates. Just don’t let their heads get too big.”

They giggled. “Thanks, manager-nim!”

“Do you mind if I wait around with you? I wanted a word with my clients.”

They shook their heads. The girls waited together in silence for a few minutes, before Aviva started up conversation again, asking what kind of chocolates they got, and how their training was going.

By the time the boys finally came out of the studio, she had given the girls her number and told them to call her if they ever had any trouble.

Jungkook and Jimin blushed as the girls handed over the chocolate boxes and then rushed off. Hoseok sighed.

“None for me?”

“You’re too old,” Jungkook told him ruthlessly. Hoseok winced.

“Aish, Avi, you’ll get me chocolate, right?”

Aviva made a noncommittal noise. Hoseok whined as the younger boys laughed.

“What’s on our schedule next?” Jimin wondered, his voice still raw.

“I’ve got vocal practice,” Jungkook told him apologetically. Jimin winced.

“I was gonna join Yoongi-hyung and Namjoon-ah if you want to come, Jiminie,” Hoseok offered. He hesitated.

“Or you can come rest in my office,” Aviva offered. “I’m just going to be working on my computer for a while, so it’ll be quiet.”

“…Okay,” Jimin said. “I could use a nap.”

As they neared her office, Aviva spotted a higher-up the boys had been having trouble with recently. She automatically shifted her body in front of Jimin, trying to hide him, but the employee saw him anyway.

“Ah, Jimin-ssi…” He sneered down at the box of chocolates. “Are you sure that’s wise?” Jimin stiffened. “You’re supposed to be having a debut soon, and they say that the camera adds twenty—”

“You have no right to speak to my client that way!” Aviva snapped. The official stared at her.

“Excuse me?”

“No. I have excused your behavior long enough,” she thought.

“Avi…” Jimin whispered worriedly behind her, gripping her arm.

“I understand that this is a competitive industry, but you have no right to say purposefully harmful things to a growing teenage boy!” She drew herself up to her full height, which was several inches shorter than the man. “How would you feel if someone had spoken to you like that when you were his age? Or is that exactly what happened? Are you stuck in a vengeful cycle because you were hurt as a child and never able to grow past it?”

“You have gone too far!” The man said, pointing his finger in her face. “I will have you fired for this! Or at the very least, suspended without pay!”

He stomped off down the hall.

“…You shouldn’t have said that,” Jimin said, looking a little tearful. “What if he really gets you fired? I mean, he’s not wrong about the chocolate, even if he could’ve said it more nicely—”

“No!” She said sharply. Jimin flinched. Aviva took a deep breath. “Jiminie, I’m sorry, I’m…” She rubbed her temples. “It’s not just you, he’s been saying comments like that to all of the boys, and to trainees even younger than you… I know people say things like that all the time, but he is definitely the worst I’ve ever personally met.”

Jimin studied her for a moment.

“Walk with me,” he said, taking her arm again.

“Where are we going?” She wondered, glancing around the hall.

“Hey, noona, I know you were standing up for us, and others, and I’m grateful for that… but it sounded a little personal too. Is there…” He massaged his throat. “Is there anything you want to talk about?”

She frowned. “I’m here to help you, not talk about myself.”

“You don’t have to,” he said. “But if you want to... talking to you helps me, a lot. I just want to return the favor. You don’t always have to shoulder everything, you know, just because you’re the manager. You’re my friend too, and I care about you.”

“Jiminie...” She groaned as he stared wide-eyed at her. “Oh, not the puppy dog eyes!” He grinned. “Fine, but keep it quiet, okay? I don’t like to talk about it much.”

“I don’t want to force you—“

“It’s not that.” She waved her hand.

“I just don’t want certain people to know, so...” She put her finger on her lips. “Okay?” He nodded, sliding his hand down to hers and squeezing. “No one ever said anything, well, not to my face… but sometimes in the changing room people would whisper, and laugh… everywhere in the media, and most of the women surrounding me at work, on the train, at the store… They’re just a lot… smaller.” She frowned down at herself. “I get that there are different challenges facing body image as a Korean man in an idol group, and especially a dancer,” she said, looking at him grimly. “But for me, my main issue is feeling too big, like I take up too much space. Especially when I moved here...”

“Idols are pushed to be skinny,” Jimin agreed. “Just as much as contemporary dancers in general, though for some different reasons, it mostly boils down to not fitting an image someone decided was the ideal long ago.” He reached out, pushing her hair back from her face. “I think we’re both gorgeous, so fuck them.” She laughed. “I’m serious.” He pouted.

“I know, thanks, Jiminie.” She looked up, realizing he’d led her to the studio. “Why are we here?”

“Cause we’re gonna ask the hyungs to help you keep your job,” Jimin said. Her eyes widened. She shook her head.

“Jimin-ah, no, I don’t want to drag them down with me.”

“Too bad.” He pulled the door open, dragging her with him. “We’re with you all the way, whether you like it or not.”

Hoseok and Yoongi had been so angry when they heard what happened that Namjoon had Jin take them home early. Jin had to basically drag them out of the room. Jungkook, Jimin, and Tae practically had to sit on Aviva to get her to stay in the studio while Namjoon left to talk to the higher-ups.

“I talked them down to three days unpaid suspension, and no mention of it on your permanent record,” he told them when he got back to the studio. He snorted when he saw Aviva’s hair, mussed from her running her fingers through it so much. He combed it down absentmindedly with his fingers.

“Thanks,” she said quietly. “I mean, I still kind of wish you hadn’t, but… thanks.” She looked at Jimin. “You too.”

“And we get to walk back, since Jin-hyung took the van!” Jungkook said happily.

Taehyung groaned. “No… I’m tired…”

“We still have several hours left, guys,” Namjoon told them. He looked at Aviva. “Ah, they want you out of here ASAP though, just in case he sees you and tries to complain again.”

“Got it.” She nodded. “I’ll go to the dorm and grab my car.”

“You don’t have to,” Namjoon said. “You can go home and rest. Jin-hyung can drop it off tomorrow.” She waved her hand.

“You know I won’t be able to sit around and rest while everyone else is working hard.”

“Well, you deserve some rest, but… yeah, I know you’re not the type.” He shook his head, smiling fondly at her back as she left.

Aviva was surprised when she walked into the dorm and Yoongi greeted her with a hug.

“They shouldn’t have done that to you,” he growled in her ear.

“Now, now, all’s well that ends well,” Jin said pleasantly. “Do you want a snack to cheer you up, Avi-yah? Maybe something sweet.”

Yoongi pulled away from her, his lips twitching slightly.

“You do deserve a treat.”

“For getting in trouble with my sunbaenims?” She wondered.

“Well, for that—” Yoongi agreed.

“Fuck the man!” Hoseok cried out from behind them, punching the air.

Aviva laughed.

“And also… for standing up for us,” Yoongi continued, more quietly. “Come on.” He took her hand. “I’ll take you out for one of those ridiculously expensive coffees you secretly like.”

“No, it’s waste of money,” she argued.

“Not for you,” he argued back.

“It’s fine,” she said. “I appreciate the thought, but I don’t want you wasting your money on me… especially when I’ve just been suspended without pay for a couple of days… just… I’m sure I can find something in the kitchen, let’s make something together.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened.

“You want to…cook with me?”

“Eh, I’m so jealous,” Jin said. “Sounds fun.”

“Baking, more likely,” she said. “But yeah, if that sounds okay with you, it would probably help me take my mind off things.”

“Okay.” He nodded, his face flushed slightly. “Let’s do it.”

Yoongi seemed a little disappointed to be making a chocolate cake for the boys, but once they started he got really into it.

Aviva offered him the bowl to lick, but he shook his head, staring at the cake in the oven in interest.

“It’s not going to bake any faster if you watch it,” she told him, her lips twitching in amusement. He shrugged. “Okay, well, don’t burn yourself. I’m going to clean up—”

“Wait!” Jin ran in, closely followed by Hoseok.

“We heard something about cake batter!”

“You can have it if you help me clean up,” Aviva bargained.

“Fine,” Hobi said, making grabby hands at her. “Just hand it over.”

“Dishes first,” she told him.

“Namjoon…” Aviva said over the phone that night. She heard him gulp.

“Aviva?”

“About that song you just posted to Soundcloud…”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“You do know there are rules against explicit content, right? And that the new Head of Marketing is aiming you specifically towards a younger audience?”

“Ah, so here’s the thing. I may have lost a bet with Hope-ah and the punishment was to record and post a song with lyrics that were, um…”

Aviva sighed, massaging her temples. “Okay, so both you and Hoseokie are in trouble, got it.”

“Is it really that bad?” He wondered.

“Honestly, I think it’s hilarious,” she told him. “But I don’t think Chief Ho Kyungso will agree. I miss Sanghoon-sunbae, at least he could take a joke…”

“Hilarious?” Namjoon repeated. “It’s supposed to be sexy!”

Aviva laughed.

[girls-scenarios]

Rock This Night

Idol: Rosé (BlackPink)

Prompt: Hey! If it's alright, could I request a scenario for Rosé from Blackpink where she and the reader (female) meet on tour cause the reader gets hired as a guitarist for the band and her and Rosé hit it off and eventually develop feelings for each other but also know that they'll have to part ways at the end of the tour.. Angst/Fluff with a happy ending? :) Thanks!

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: Sorry I’ve kind of disappeared, I’ve been dealing with some things that made it a bit hard to write. Anyway, I ended up taking a few liberties with this prompt but I hope you all enjoy!

♡ Tip Jar♡

As a celebrity, Rosé was used to consistently meeting people. They came and went in her life, and some names she remembered while others she forgot about completely. She hardly got to know any of them, not really, and she’d learned not to get attached, because most of them would disappear from her life after a brief moment. So she’d never been expecting anything like this to happen.

She’d met you before they ever left on their tour. There were preparations and practices to do, so the band had been brought together a few months prior. You were young and looked nervous as you greeted her, and she’d given you a little smile and thanked you for your hard work, trying her best to remember your name, since she’d be spending months on tour with you. She’d noticed that you were cute-her type, even-but it had been a passing thought, and she’d quickly forgotten about it, consumed by long hours of practice and exhaustion.

It wouldn’t be until the tour was on the road that it happened.

Backstage at the first venue, Rosé started pacing. Soundchecks and the practice run-through had both gone well, but the venue was huge, and since it was the first concert of the tour, she couldn’t help but be nervous. So many things could go wrong, and so many people would be watching them. As excited as she was to meet so many fans, her heart was pounding in her chest and there was nothing she could do to calm it down. And worst of all, the other girls were all off somewhere else, getting their outfits checked or catching a quick nap, so there was no one that she could lean on.

Just as she felt like she might explode, a gentle hand touched her shoulder, and she turned around to see you standing there. Quickly, you withdrew your hand, as if you hadn’t meant to touch her in the first place, but gave her a small smile. 

“Don’t worry. You’ll do great out there, you always do.”

For a moment, she blinked at you. And then her heart jumped for an entirely different reason. What was this feeling? “A-ah, thank you. (Y/N), right?”

“That’s me.” You glanced towards the stairs to the stage, a flush to your cheeks. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. You just seemed like you needed someone, so....”

A smile came to her face, and she couldn’t explain why, but she did feel a bit better. “No, it’s okay. Thanks, I needed a little reassurance. I’m sure you’ll do amazing as well.”

“Thanks,” you said, holding out your fist and grinning when she reciprocated your fist-bump. “Let’s rock it tonight.” With that, you turned around and walked off, headed over to where the band was preparing, and she watched you go, bringing her hand up to her chest and wondering why she felt so breathless all of a sudden.

-

As it turned out, the two of you had a lot in common. After the first show, one of the managers ordered food and everyone huddled together in one of the tour vans to eat. Somehow, you’d ended up sitting beside Rosé, and despite how tired she was from dancing and singing all night, she found herself wanting to make small talk with you. She learned that you liked the same music as she did, and that the two of you had a lot of favorites in common, such as foods and movies and books. Plus, both of you could play guitar, another thing both of you had in common. You were easy to talk to, and before she knew it, everyone was cleaning up and she didn’t want you to go. But you had to, of course, so you stood up with a smile.

“I enjoyed chatting with you tonight.”

“Same here! I never realized that we had so much in common.”

“Have a good night, Rosé! I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Good night, (Y/N)!”

Later, as she was getting ready for bed, Lisa came up behind her and gave her a mischievous grin. “I see that you’ve taken a liking to our guitarist.”

She could only hope that the lights were too dark to see her blush as she scoffed and climbed into her bed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

-

She couldn’t fall for you. It wouldn’t work out, and she knew that. After the tour, you’d be just like everyone else in her life. You’d disappear and she’d never see you again. But there was something about you that just drew her in, making it impossible for her not to keep falling deeper and deeper into your smile.

She couldn’t fall for you. Not like this. But she knew she was, and no amount of worry could stop it.

-

Tours were genuinely exhausting. As happy as she was to perform her music and sing and meet fans, doing so almost every day and then not being able to go home because there’s more traveling to do took a toll on everyone. Usually, she’d be grumpy and ready to go home by this time. But somehow, you made it a whole lot more bearable. In fact, during the stop in Paris, she found herself saying yes to going out into the city with you instead of staying in and sleeping on the day off like everyone else.

She had on a terrible disguise, with the sunglasses and bucket hat and everything, but you’d smiled and given her a thumbs up when she’d joined you outside the hotel, making her heart jump.

“This is so exciting, I’ve never been to Paris before. Are you ready to go explore?” You were grinning widely, so excited you were pretty much vibrating, and she found herself laughing happily.

“I’ll show you around, then,” she said jokingly, knowing good and well that she’d only seen a tiny portion of the city herself, and you laughed along with her.

“I’m counting on you, then, Rosé.”

Her heart skipped a beat, again, and she swallowed. You were counting on her, and there was no way she was going to let you down. She hadn’t stayed up all night researching cool spots in Paris for nothing. She was prepared, so she squared her shoulders and pulled out her phone for the GPS, taking a step forward and nodding her head towards the city. “Well then, are you ready for breakfast?”

Over a breakfast of coffee and croissants, the two of you made plans for the rest of the day. Her foot was touching against yours under the table, but you didn’t move away and neither did she as the two of you crowded around her phone, scrolling through the options. It was cozy, the two of you chatting and laughing with the murmur of French conversations and music danced in the background, reminded her that the two of you were in the city of love. Your hands brushed against hers whenever you pointed at something on her phone, and she wondered if her face was as red as it felt. Still, she tried to play it off as excitement for the day ahead instead of excitement at the feeling of your skin touching hers.

“Shopping is important.”

“So is eating.”

“And site-seeing.”

“So do you want to do some shopping after this?” You smiled as you spoke, leaning your head on your hand as you turned to look at her.

“Well, yes, as long as you’re down.”

“I’m happy if you’re happy.”

Her face definitely flushed then, and she almost choked on her coffee, coughing as quietly as possible as she gently shoved your shoulder. What was that? “So cheesy! Do you say that to all the girls you meet?”

You let out a soft laugh and handed her some napkins. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s okay.” Embarrassed, she turned away, hiding behind the giant rim of her bucket hat. Finally, this disguise had come in handy. “Um, so shopping first, then we can get lunch, and then do some site-seeing?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

“Then we’d better get going, we have a long day ahead of us.” She (safely) swallowed the rest of her drink and stood up, wishing her heart would stop jumping around in her chest. As you hummed and stood up yourself, checking the time on your phone, she stole a glance at you. Did you know how you were affecting her? Were you doing this on purpose?

You looked up, catching her eye. “Everything okay?” You didn’t know. Rosé didn’t know whether she should be disappointed or relieved, so she just shrugged and smiled.

“Yeah, just tired. Let’s get going!”

-

Paris was just as gorgeous as it had been the last time Rosé had been there. This time, though, they were staying kind of outside the main part of town, so there was more time to explore the cool little shopping districts and neighborhoods that she would have normally overlooked. There also weren’t as many people to possibly recognize her, so she found herself acting a little more loose than usual. Whether that was because of your calming presence or because of the small crowds, she wasn’t sure.

At the end of one of the streets was a cute little jewelry shop that caught her eye, and she turned to you, gently tapping your shoulder. “(Y/N), can we go in this shop?”

Of course, you said yes, and the two of you wandered inside. There were lots of handmade accessories inside that included hats, handbags, and hair pieces, not just jewelry, and she took her time walking around. She did love cute, unique pieces, and everything there seemed to be one-of-a-kind and made with love. Originally, she was looking for earrings, but it was a necklace that caught her attention.

It was simple looking, a small, round golden charm with what seemed to be the face of a woman carved into it. But when she picked it up, she realized that it was a locket. The front piece was gold and indeed had a woman’s face on the front, either stamped or carved with inspiration taken from early French paintings she’d seen at the museum the last time she was here. The woman was leaning her head forward as if she was bowing, her eyes closed, with a crown of flowers atop her head and curls cascading down her shoulders. It was an incredibly intricate portrait for such a small locket, and as Rosé couldn’t help but be impressed and taken as she opened the locket to reveal the tiny swirls and flowers lining the gold inside.

“It’s pretty,” you said from behind her, making her jump slightly. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you! It seems like I’m always doing that.”

“It’s okay!” She laughed and turned to show the necklace to you properly. “It is gorgeous, though. I think I might get it.”

“It suits you.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah.”

She smiled and turned to the saleswoman, asking in stunted French mixed with English if she could try it on. The woman nodded, and she unclasped the necklace and placed the dainty gold chain around her neck. When she couldn’t reach, you smiled and easily took the chain from her fingers, clasping it yourself as she held her hair out of the way. Your fingers brushed against the back of her neck, making her shiver at the touch. Your fingers were callused, slightly hard from playing the guitar, and the way they felt against her neck as you settled the necklace into place made her stomach twist wonderfully.

“There you go. See? I told you that it suited you.”

She looked up at her reflection in the mirror, trying to ignore her flushed cheeks and admire the necklace instead. It was perfect. The locket hung just in the right place below her collarbone and wasn't too flashy. In fact, it was elegant, something that could be worn with both casual and fancy clothes, and she found herself smiling as she looked at it.

“I like it. I think I’m going to buy it.”

The saleswoman didn’t make her take it off to buy it, ringing up the price as if she’d memorized it long ago, so when she walked out of the store, the necklace still hung around her neck, gleaming in the sun. You turned to look at it as the two of you headed towards the lunch spot, eyebrows raised.

“What do you even put in a locket?” You asked, voice curious, and Rosé, despite the butterflies in her stomach, found the courage to grin and wink at you.

“Maybe I can put your picture inside?”

You laughed and looked away, but she could see the hint of a blush on your cheeks, and she didn’t miss the way you nervously tugged at your shirt, a habit that she recognized from you doing it before the shows. A smile moved onto her lips and she knocked her shoulder against yours as she walked, an extra skip in her step. Maybe she wasn’t the only one being affected by all of this after all.

-

That night, before bed, Rosé took off the locket and opened it up, looking at the inside. On the table beside her lay a rose that she’d received at lunch (some sort of special promotion from the restaurant or something) and as she noticed one of the fallen petals, an idea popped into her head. Picking up the petal, she slipped it into the locket, smiling when it fit perfectly. Maybe sometime in the future, she’d have something else to put inside. But for now, this memory of the day she spent with you was enough.

-

As the tour continued, she stopped questioning if you liked her back. The gifts, the days spent together, the whispered conversations before stages, and the times she would go to your hotel room after shows to unwind all answered the question for her. There were shared smiles and touches that were a little too intimate to be nothing but friendly, eye contact that lasted seconds too long, hushed and nervous laughter, and flushed cheeks that told the entire story. She had no doubts that her members had long since figured her out, but aside from occasional teasing remarks and glances, no one had really mentioned or questioned anything. It made her a little more confident, a little less scared, about pursuing you.

At one of the tour stops, the two of you had a shred stage where you played the guitar together. Rosé was supposed to be sat up front while you and the band were supposed to hang back, but she ended up coming back to you anyway, playfully playing beside you and cheering you on when it came time for the guitar solo, pumping up the crowd for you. After the song ended, the two of you shared a huge smile and she pulled you and the rest of the band out to bow with her, taking your hand for a brief moment. It was exhilarating, to hold your hand on stage, and it made her heart pound like crazy, but she hid it with an excited laugh that made you laugh along with her.

“You’re bold,” you said after the show had ended and the two of you were relaxing in your hotel room. The managers had already gone to bed by the time she slipped down to visit you, so neither of you had much to worry about, free to laugh and talk all you wanted.

“It was fun though, wasn’t it?” She retorted with a grin, sitting down on the other side of your bed with snacks in hand.

“It was. But fans already have videos of it up on Twitter.” You leaned over to show her, a smile playing on your lips, and she found herself leaning into you as well, head almost resting on your shoulder. Sure enough, there were fancams of the interaction up already. But most of them were just talking about how happy they were to see her have so much fun on stage, so she wasn’t worried.

“They thought it was cool,” she said, then laughed. “And cute, apparently. Why did they edit so many hearts on there?”

“Is this what being shipped feels like?”

“Welcome to the game. It’s a great time.” She turned to head to grin at you, only to stop with her breath hitched in her throat. You had turned at the same time, and now your face was only centimeters away from her own, lips slightly parted in surprise that mirrored her own. For a moment, the both of you were silent, tension heavy, neither of you moving away.

And then you broke the silence, voice barely even at a whisper. “Can I kiss you?”

She couldn’t find it in her to get any words out, still breathless, so she nodded her head instead, and let her eyes flutter closed.

Your lips were soft, the opposite of your fingertips, and she’d never thought that hotel shampoo smelled good until she smelled it on you. You kissed her gently, tentative, almost like you were afraid she’d jump away. But she only leaned in further and reached up to touch your shoulder, turning her head slightly so that she could kiss you better. You seemed to take that as a sign to kiss her sweeter, bringing your hand up to rest at the back of her neck, those rough fingertips playing at the same place as before and making her feel all the same wonderful things.

She only pulled away because she had to breathe, letting out small gasps as her mind whirled, rushing every which way. You’d just kissed her, made out with her, even, and now you were gasping just like her and your cheeks were flushed, and you looked so good that she just wanted to dive back in.

“Um.” You looked suddenly shy, as if you hadn’t been the one to initiate it all. “I like you. A lot.”

Your confession made her giggle, giddy and surprised but happy to hear it. “I would hope so, considering you just kissed me.” You blushed harder, but your eyes were still wide, hopeful. So she smiled and leaned in again, throwing her worries to the wind as she whispered her answer against your lips. “I like you a lot too.”

-

Rosé had been so caught up in the pure bliss of you that she’d forgotten that this wouldn’t last forever. Tour dates flew by one after another, full of sleepless nights and rushed flights, until suddenly they were counting down the days until the tour was over, and she wasn’t ready for it to end. The two of you hadn’t talked about what would happen after the tour was over yet. She’d always been too nervous to bring it up, too scared that you wouldn’t have an answer. In the back of her mind, she was afraid of you leaving like everyone else. Even though she didn’t think you would, even though she was sure you really, truly liked her back, she couldn’t help the bad thoughts. All of the past times she’d been left behind still stung, real and raw in her memories, and she knew there was a possibility that you’d take off and never look back. She thought about it over and over again until it made her feel almost sick.

But she didn’t bring it up. The two of you continued on like this little world the two of you had created wasn’t going to fall apart soon, like your days together weren’t numbered. Late at night, she tossed and turned and thought about it. But she pretended it was all okay.

-

Soon enough, the last tour date rolled around, and all of the feelings that Rosé had been bottling up came close to spilling over. Everything that they’d done up to that point had led to this night, and she wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to perform, wasn’t ready to stop the tour, wasn’t ready to go home, and wasn’t ready to face the reality of her relationship with you. Still, she knew she had to get up there and act like nothing was wrong.

So she put on her strong face and acted like nothing was wrong. She laughed and smiled and practiced and managed to fool everyone with the well-practiced mask.

Everyone but you.

Before the tour started, she stood by the stage alone, nerves coursing waves of anxiousness through her body for more reasons than one. As she let out a sigh, your hand gently settled on her shoulder, and she was struck by a sense of deja-vu as she turned around to look at you. You were giving her a smile, but there was concern in your eyes, and this time, you didn’t pull your hand away.

“Everything okay?” You asked, voice gentle, and she almost broke down there and then. But she had stage makeup on already, and there were too many people around, possibly watching. So she just forced a smile in return and nodded slowly.

“Yeah, I’m just nervous.” She sucked in a deep breath and avoided our eyes. “I’m not ready for the tour to be over yet.”

“It’s been a good tour.” You humored her, even though she could tell you weren’t satisfied with her answer. “Is that all that’s bothering you?”

She finally caught your eyes, and the emotions she’d been damping down surged to the surface, forcing out the words she hadn’t wanted to say. “I- No. I’m scared and worried about what this tour ending means. For us.” Your eyes widened and she quickly shook her head, waving her hand. “We can’t talk about this right now. I’m sorry for bringing it up before the concert.”

“Rosé.” You caught her hand gently in your own, giving it a quick squeeze before letting go so that no one saw. Your eyes were sincere, and you looked like you were searching for the right words as you slowly opened your mouth. But the staff began calling for everyone to take their places, and the introduction song began playing over the loudspeakers, pulling loud screams from the crowd. You licked your lips and pulled your hand away from her shoulder. “We’ll talk about everything later, okay? I swear to you that I have no intention of leaving you, though, so can we go out there and rock it one last time?”

She looked back at you and wished she could hug you right then and there. But she couldn’t, so she just nodded and gave you a small smile before turning away and adjusting her in-ear, the nerves still pooled in her stomach. “One last time.”

-

It was ironic, really, that they’d decided to cover 2NE1′s “Goodbye” on the last night of the concert. Even though she’d practiced the song over and over before the concert, as soon as she stood on that stage and looked out over the crowd cheering in front of her, listening as you played the beginning chords on your guitar, she couldn’t help but start tearing up. So many emotions rushed through her, and when she looked at her members, they looked like they might start crying too. But for an entirely different reason.

Still, she had to sing, so she lifted the mic to her lips and poured every ounce of emotion into it that she could, hoping that her voice wouldn’t break and that her makeup wouldn’t run as she let herself cry, just a little bit.

Don’t go

Don’t say you’ll leave me here

Don’t leave me here in this memory

Don’t look at my eyes that cannot hold onto you

Just don’t go

She knew there were going to be videos of her crying online by the end of the night, but she also knew that her fans would probably just think that she was crying because the tour was over. So she wiped at her eyes and joined her fellow members in the middle of the stage for a group hug, not daring to glance back at you. For now, her tears were for the fans. Later, she could face the truth.

-

It was odd, how cathartic a could cry could be. By the time Rosé got off the stage, had a group huddle with her members, and had all of her makeup taken off, she’d calmed down. The cry had helped get out those pent-up feelings she’d been holding deep inside, and now she felt more ready to face you. Even if she was still scared about what the result might be.

The two of you had agreed to meet in your hotel room that night, away from prying or curious ears, and it was late by the time she finally stepped off the elevator. She was wearing a hoodie that was too big for her and leggings, and her eyes were a little puffy from all the crying she’d done earlier, but you’d seen her in worse, so she didn’t care all that much. Plus, it felt wrong to dress up if this was going to be a breakup.

You let her in immediately, looking just as nervous as she felt as you closed the door and nodded towards the little desk. “I got you some tea. I know your voice has been raspy recently.”

“Oh. Thank you.” The cup was still hot to the touch and she could smell the lemon and honey inside as she brought it up to her lips. The tea soothed the burning from singing for months straight, as well as the pain from crying, and made her feel a little bit better as she took her seat across from you on the bed. For a moment, both of you were silent, and then she sucked in a deep breath, deciding to start. “I’m sorry that I dumped all that stuff on you before the concert earlier. I was just really upset and emotional. I’m used to everyone leaving after they’re done working with me and I was so scared that you would be the same.”

“Rosé....” You reached over to take one of her hands in your own, and she was struck by how gentle you always were with her. “I understand why you would be afraid. But I’d never do that to you. I’d never lead you on only to leave. Did I seem like that kind of person?” You looked a bit hurt, and she quickly shook her head.

“No! No, you didn’t. It’s just that I’ve been abandoned so many times that I’ve gotten scared to get close to people. I kept telling myself that I couldn’t get close to you either but you kind of made it impossible not to like you. And then when I realized I was getting feelings, but that the tour would be ending, I got scared all over again. I’ve gone through so many staff members and managers and ‘friends’ who all acted like they cared about me only to disappear. After all, this was a job to them. I was scared you’d end up the same way.”

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, “I’m so sorry that you had to go through that.” You swallowed, rubbing her hand with your thumb. “I was scared to get close to you, too. But you’re really magnetic. I don’t think I could have stayed away if I tried. And there’s no way I’d be able to leave you behind now. I’ve gotten so used to you being in my life that I would feel empty without you.”

“You mean that?”

“Yes. I swear that I’ll never leave you behind. Especially not over something as silly as a tour ending. We can figure it out.”

“It’s not going to be easy,” she said, internally kicking herself. Sure, she was telling the truth, but why was she saying things to discourage you when you had just said you’d stay with her?

“I know.” You smiled and shook your head. “You aren’t just going to be a hotel room away, and that’s going to get hard to get used to. There will also be people watching your every move once you get back.”

“Disbatch would have a field day with this.” She sighed. “I wish there was an easier way to date as an idol.”

“I know. But I don’t care about any of that. If you’re okay with still dating me, then I swear that I’ll try and find some way to make it work.”

“Really?” She bit her lip, thinking. Her managers and company would get angry at her for dating, but then again, she was always angry with them, so what did it matter? She truly liked you, had fantasied about a future with you, loved kissing and hugging you, and she was fine with having to risk being found out. As long as she could be sneaky.... “I think we can make it work.”

“That’s the spirit! I’ll stay on as a guitarist for the company as long as they’ll let me. That might give us more time to come up with a game plan. And plus, we have cellphones. I’ll always be just a call away.”

She found herself smiling, finally. “So we aren’t breaking up?”

“God, I hope not. Because I really like you.” Your hair was mussed from just getting out of the shower and your cheeks were flushed pink, a smile on your lips, and affection and relief washed over her in a wave as she crashed into you and leaned in the press her lips to yours, unable to hold back anymore. You held onto her like she might disappear, like you’d been just as scared as her, and she melted into your arms, placing her hands on either side of your face as she kissed you breathless.

When she finally pulled away, flushed and breathless, her heart pounding against her ribs, she pressed her forehead to yours. “I really like you too, (Y/N).” Now that she knew you were hers, the worry was gone, replaced by courage and confidence that she hadn’t felt in a while. Her lips curved up into a grin as she whispered against your ear, making your cheeks flush red as you pulled her in to kiss her again.

“Why don’t we make the most of the time we have tonight?”

[chonisbestmistake]

Annoying

Jisoo x Female!Reader

Rated: M

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut. A little bit of everything.

Word count: 3,267

Summary:

“Were you thinking about me?”

“So what if I did? Get out, let me finish.” 

NOTE: Its rushed but i like it like that.

MMA was coming and you knew you had to put a lot of work into it. Rehearsals were crazy and the nervous atmosphere was starting to suffocate you. Everyone was nervous, you were nominated for the award after all. Lisa couldn’t stand still, Rose was trying to get her mind off of things by whimpering lyrics under her nose, Jennie pretended not to care, but Jisoo, ever the mature one of you, of course, was as calm as a rock. And it was getting under your skin, honestly. The most reliable one, the most confident one, the most…everything. You couldn’t stand it. Your relationship was going downhill lately and everyone has started to notice the dirty-angry looks you were giving her every damn time she spoke or laughed or breathed, at this point. You lashed out, ignored her, pretended not to care and every time you saw that hurt look in her eyes you felt like dying inside, again and again. Of course, the girls tried to figure out what happened between you two, tried to help, you could say. Everyone was suffering in their own way because of you. But the reason was that there wasn’t any reason at all. Jisoo was as innocent as the flower and you hated yourself for hurting her like that. Every time she tried to talk to you, you just shut her out and eventually, she stopped trying, getting angry with your behavior more and more as days passed by. She knew she didn’t deserve it, everyone knew. But like a coward you are, you couldn’t face your mistakes and more importantly, the battle of feelings going on deep down inside of you. So it was easy that way. To blame her, to hurt her. After all, it was her fault you had to fight with yourself everyday and deal with your stupid ass emotions. You told yourself she`s the one to blame, and you chose to believe it, facing the consequences of your shitty attitude towards her. It hurt less that way, so you chose to live like that from now on in hopes that one day in the future you all will just move on. Doesn’t mean that living in the present wasn’t being a total bitch.

“Twenty minutes before the show begins.” You heard your manager say in your earpiece before the crowd`s cheering noise echoed in your head. You greeted other idols and made your way to the big round couch, making sure the girls followed your steps. Lisa sat beside you and you grasped her hand between your own, feeling your muscles tense at the loud noise. She gave you a reassuring smile and squeezed your hand, whispering “Its gonna be okay” in your ear. At the corner of your vision you saw Jisoo eyeing you curiously with a mixture of confusion and definite pain that now followed her everywhere when she was around you it seemed. You averted your eyes, making sure not to flinch or feel anything, and looked at the idols sitting in front of you. One of the boys turned around and looked at you, blushing furiously, when you sent him your sweetest smile and waved. You heard Jisoo huff and start talking with Rose about some bullshit that was on the top of her mind. Of course you knew she was disappointed. You gave everyone such a sweet treating and all of your attention but not to her. At first she was just silently hurt and tried to ignore it. Then suddenly you were screaming at the top of your lungs every time you bumped into each other in halls or bathrooms. A lot of curse words and insults were being frown but you two just couldn’t stop. Sometimes it was that serious, girls had to hold you two back by your collars. You tried to hurt her with your actions but it wasn’t enough so the angry bickering intensified. It was so easy to be angry at her yet so hard to come up with an insult. She was talented, good at almost everything and so, so beautiful it pissed you off even more. Even now she looked gorgeous, sitting 2 feet away in her blood-red top, sparkling skirt and black high hills. Such a beautiful visual, you wanted to scream.

The only thing that bothered you the most was that you couldn’t hate her. You wanted to, but she was too pure and too good for that. She was the same Jisoo you met years ago and became friends with. The only thing that changed was you. So you hated yourself instead, hurting her in the process.

“You’re sulking, babe.” You felt Lisa`s arm hug your shoulders and you relaxed against her side. “What`s on your mind?”

“Nothing to worry about.” Your throat felt dry, but you made sure to plaster a smile on your face. Lisa glanced at Jisoo who were laughing with Rose and Jennie about the new commercial playing on the big screen. “Will you ever tell me? About what happened between you two.” Of course, she noticed, she always does. “It`s destroying her, you know. She may look tough right now, but we both know she`s suffering. As we all are.” Her eyes were full of concern and pure love and you couldn`t stand it.

“Maybe someday.” You whispered, feeling your heart ache. “But I love you though, you know that right?”

“Of course. And I love you too, hun. We all do. And you`re my best friend.” Your eyes began to sting but you pushed sad thoughts to the back of your head. You couldn’t understand why they were being so nice to you after all this bullshit you threw on Jisoo for nothing. The girls tried to maintain the balance, the good atmosphere in a group and you were so thankful for that, ignoring the fact that you were, indeed, the source of the problem.

Your thoughts were interrupted yet again when you heard the crowd cheering your name. “And the Melon Music Award goes to…BlackPink!” You couldn’t even process anything when Lisa yanked your hand up, smiling brightly, and pushed you forward. You followed Rose on stage, making sure to stand as far away from Jisoo as possible and tugged the corners of your lips up to appear at least slightly happy.

“Oh, woah, guys, thank you so much.” As she began her speech you couldn’t help but stare. The shape of her brows, the sparkle in her eyes, the sharp line of her jaw – everything was just perfect and it made your blood boil. Wasn’t it too much for just one person? As your eyes fell to her moving lips you questioned yourself and your actions all over again. Were you just jealous? Why were you hurting so much every time you looked at her? Couldn`t you just ignore everything inside your head and chest and  just move on? You heard Jisoo`s voice falter for a second and as you looked up you caught her staring right back at you with the emotion you couldn’t quite recognize. Then she looked away and continued, the tense moment leaving you breathless and hurt all over again. You felt Rose`s hand make its way to your waist, without words telling you that it was okay and she`s right there. You jumped out of your head space and smiled, thanking her silently. This whole situation was getting on your nerves. You weren’t used to getting distracted so easily and who was to blame for that again?

Jisoo finished her speech and followed Jennie off stage, toothless smile shining on her face. Without a second thought your legs started moving and then you were already backstage, preparing for your performance. Standing behind Jisoo, you eyed her instinctively from the top to the bottom, your gaze lingering on her skirt. There were so many zippers, anybody could just come up and undo it at any moment, you thought. High hills definitely suited everyone, but it made Jisoo look even more breathtaking and it made you scream internally.

A loud bang vibrated through your body and the music started to flow through your earpieces, signaling that the performance has started. After that your mind switched to the auto mode and you let your body do all the tricks. Next thing you knew, you were out of breath and the crowd was cheering like crazy. You grinned and waved your hand one last time, stealing glance at Jisoo who were sending hearts to the fans. Then suddenly Lisa was dragging you away off stage into the dressing room, leaving the girls behind.

“Finally! My ears hurt, my ankle hurts, my body hurts, even my braaaaain hurts.” She exclaimed, falling on the couch. “How can something hurt if it doesn’t exist?” You mocked her, sticking your tongue out and grabbing the bottle of water.

“Hey, take that back!” She grinned and threw a pillow in your direction. You caught it effortlessly and blew her a kiss. “Nuh, sorry, babe.” You grabbed a spare towel and tossed it in her direction. Then you found first aid kit and gently touched her calf. “Which one?” She pointed at her left ankle and fell back against the pillow.”Save me, doctor!” She cried out and closed her eyes.  “You`re so dramatic, I swear.” You chuckled.

Then the door opened and the girls walked in. “Why did you ran off like that, you didn’t even say goodbye to everyone?” Jennie was always the first to panic if you weren`t all together every minute at such big events, scared to get lost. “Wait, Lisa you okay?” She got down on her knees beside you, looking at Lisa anxiously. Rose was at her side immediately and there was something close to fear in Jisoo`s eyes.

“She`s okay, just hurt her ankle a little.” You said, bandaging her carefully. Lisa sat and nodded, making sure not to interrupt your work. “Yeah, Y/N`s taking good care of me, as always.” You smiled and finished your job, leaving a quick kiss on her bandaged leg. “To make it better.”

“Awww, Y/N you`re so sweet!” Lisa suddenly yanked you forward and you fell on top of her, letting out a surprised yell. She hugged you, and it was sweet for once, but as soon as you relaxed she started tickling you and you screamed, trying to get way. “No please! I`m gonna die!” She knew it was hell for you and was laughing her ass off, holding you tightly. “Somebody help!” Then Jennie jumped to your side, tickling Lisa and Rose tried to tear you away, failing because she was laughing too hard. You made the last attempt to free yourself and finally escaped her grip, breathing heavily. “Lisa, I swear to God!”

“Y/N, you`re skirt!” Rose exclaimed and you looked down. “Shit.” Somehow, your skirt completely rode up and was hanging on your waist, your panties free to the view. You quickly yanked it down, noticing the lingering look on Jisoo`s face that you couldn’t understand before she turned away to her phone. Brushing it off, you turned to Lisa, who was grinning like an idiot, lying on top off Jennie this time.

“Thanks for the unnecessary work out, Limario. Oh God, I`m so hot.” You said, cringing and feeling the sweat running down your back.

“Yeah, you are.” You heard Jisoo whisper under her nose, eyes never leaving the screen of her phone.

“And what`s that supposed to mean?” You raised your voice, instinctively folding your arms in front of you, all your cheerful mood flew out of the window in a second. Jisoo shuddered and looked shocked at the idea that you heard her.

“Nothing, I didn’t mean to...”

“If you didn`t, you wouldn’t say anything.” You chuckled dryly, ready to start a fight again. You couldn’t even think about what was wrong with you, the dark veil starting to cloud your mind and vision.

“Guys..” Rose was already by your side, trying to prevent what was about to come when the door opened and one of the managers came into the view.

“Girls, the car is here to pick you up, please hurry.”

And just like that, you left the building and went home. The ride to the dorm was uncomfortable and you wanted nothing more than to just get back and take a hot shower. Jennie and Lisa were talking quietly to each other, Rose was already asleep and Jisoo…Jisoo just stared out of the window deep in her thoughts. Same as you, ironically. You wished you could give her the answers she wanted to know, about why everything went to hell or what she could do to make it better, but the thing is, you still didn’t figure it out for yourself. And it was the worst.

“I`m gonna go take a shower.” You whispered to Lisa when you closed the front door. She nodded silently and carried sleeping Rose to her room. Grabbing the change of clothes and your favorite towel you made your way to the spare bathroom. Jennie was already using the first one, so you went directly to the second one, sighing heavily when you stepped under the streams of hot water. Your body finally relaxed after a tiring day, but your mind stubbornly kept going back to the award show. Why was Jisoo so annoying lately? What was setting you off? You never thought there would be such a problem between you two when you first met. She was sweet, never the aggressive type, but you just kept getting on her nerves as much as her whole existence was bothering you for the past couple of months. It was unbearable. Even today, she was too good, too beautiful, too sexy to handle. That was it, you just couldn’t handle the sharp line of her jaw, the glowing in her eyes, when she looked at you, the sway of her hips, when she let herself go on stage, the way her lips moved every damn time she was talking, or laughing, or anything. The image of her dancing in that tiny skirt and bloody red top today imprinted on your mind, making you breathe heavily. She triggered the darkest thoughts in you and you hated it, hated her for it and hated yourself in the process. Today this elegant, dangerously hot Jisoo was just too much to handle. The second that image penetrated your mind, your hand made its way down your body without a care in the world. She dragged out your deepest desires, leaving you broken and hurt in between. And you didn’t want that. You didn’t want to be that way. To feel like that. To hurt like that. No one deserved that, not even your stupid ass after all that you`ve done to her. So you let your hand roam your body freely, trying to escape the feelings you didn’t asked for and catch a break from all the drama in your life. Your eyelids were getting heavier by the second and it was a nightmare because the moment you let your eyes close the image became cleaner and easier to recognize. There wasn’t the same picture anymore, instead of dancing on stage, your band mate was lying bare underneath you now, eyes closed, lips apart, breathing heavily and whimpering loudly without a shame. The sight almost pushed you of a cliff, you couldn`t even hold back your moans anymore.

“Jisoo!” The name escaped your lips so freely, you scolded yourself mentally, quickening the pace.

Then you heard the curtain in the shower move aside and your blood ran cold. You froze, stopping whatever you were doing, praying to all the Gods for it to be all your imagination.

“Y/N?” Your eyes flew open and there she was, in all her glory, wrapped in just a small towel, looking shocked, mortified even. The chaos that started in your head right now was making you dizzy and you were still on the verge of your peak, trying to form at least a word, to make an excuse as to why your fingers were still stuck deep inside you, her name hanging on your lips.

“Were you thinking about me?” The way she sounded was strange, out of character, you swear you`ve never heard her talk in that low tone before, like she was choking on her words yet suggesting to rob a bank or jump off a roof. The sweet look in her chocolate eyes turned to a dangerous gaze, pupils almost black and if you weren’t in such a compromising position, you`d laugh at her quick change of behavior. There were so many emotions in her eyes right now. Was that lust you just saw? Somewhere deep inside you were freaking out over this crazy situation, shocked to the core, but you were still angry at her and unsatisfied, so you forced yourself to play cool and seem unbothered. As much as you could.

“So what if I did? Get out, let me finish.” She looked taken aback, surely not expecting you to be so bold, confirming your fantasies so freely, her hands tightening on the edges of the towel, knuckles turning white. Without waiting for her to leave you continued your motions, closing your eyes once again and leaning back on the wall behind you. A second later you heard a rustling sound of a falling towel and felt another soft hand make its way down your abdomen and replace yours. The simple touch was electrifying and you moaned, opening your eyes yet again as she stepped under the hot streams of water, leaning against your chest. This was such a bold move, not like her at all. It`s like she wasn`t even this goofy cute Jisoo you knew anymore. This was a grown up, confident woman, in whose eyes you saw no doubts, no hesitation. You couldn’t process neither of your actions as her lips found yours and you forgot how to breathe, melting instantly in her arms. Her taste was sweet yet explosive, with metal taste of blood when she bit on your lower lip, hard.  Then she left the hot track of wet kisses down your neck and nipped at your pulse point, changing the speed of her hand inside you. Your moans started driving her crazy, so she picked up the pace, slamming you against the wall and cursing loudly. This side of Jisoo you never knew existed was exciting to say the least and you wanted to prolong this moment between you two, holding back as much as you could. She was desperately pushing you over the edge, holding your waist tightly, nails scratching your sensitive skin, and when she whispered “let go” in your ear - you lost it, shuddering and panting heavily, letting yourself cry out her name one more time. She caught you in her arms as you tried to stand on your trembling legs, feeling like you would pass out any minute and chuckling lowly.

“You`re so not getting away with this.” You breathed out, changing your positions and slamming her against the wall. She gasped, eyes still clouded with lust, this stupid grin plastered on her lips that you immediately whipped out with your mouth, kissing her roughly and getting a throaty moan in return. “I wanted you for so fucking long.” And just like that her smug smile was gone, lips parted and eyes on fire, lust almost dripping off of her. “You won`t be able to stand still when I finish with you.”