#title: closer by jihyo

[allfortzu]

can we get closer? (let's get closer)

-- jihyo / tzuyu. 4.4k, smut ; tattoos // MEN DNI.

jihyo promises she doesn't bite – unless tzuyu asks.

tzuyu tries not to look. 

she tries not to get distracted by edges of faded black beneath sleeves, tries not to attempt glimpses of carefully lined maroon under cut hems. 

tries not to think about where the ink leads, and whatever else. 

but when she tries not to, her mind wanders terribly far. 

and when jihyo lifts her arms just so, cropped tee hiking up to reveal a taste of everything she hasn’t seen – tzuyu can only tilt her head subconsciously, curiosity piqued. can only start to wonder where the black ends again, where the red starts. wonder how it looks as a whole. 

unfortunately for her, jihyo is perceptive – and bold. 

she picks up on tzuyu's less-than-conspicuous glances, an amused smile playing at her lips. her head angles sideways playfully, imitating tzuyu. “checking me out?”

tzuyu jolts back at jihyo’s attention, the remark feeling simultaneously pointed but cocky all the same. moments like these, she wishes chaeyoung hadn't left them alone without a buffer. there’s a certain awkwardness that’s compounded when two people only start making the move to become closer friends after having known each other for months. 

nonetheless, tzuyu straightens her head swiftly, denying without a second thought. “what? no.” 

jihyo’s smile widens into a grin.

"just kidding," she reassures warmly. “but you’re a horrible liar, you know?” 

“i– “ tzuyu stammers, gaping a little at jihyo’s jab. the instinctual need to defend herself surfaces, and she huffs. “i wasn’t checking you out, just curious.” – which, in hindsight, doesn’t seem much better than owning it, but the words come out of her mouth before she can think about it. 

jihyo laughs at that, a soft giggle that comes out in broken waves.

“sorry, sorry,” she apologises, but it’s said the same way someone consoling a child would, so tzuyu’s features remain resolutely stoic in protest.

still, jihyo hefts herself up from the ground and joins her on the couch, as if she hadn't just made fun of tzuyu, and the leather sinks gently beneath her as it compresses. she plops down with a casualness that feels oddly familiar, and some of tzuyu's prior defensiveness simmers away. 

“curious about what?” jihyo asks, bumping her shoulder against tzuyu’s. 

tzuyu mulls over the question for a second, weighs in the risk of stepping out of her comfort zone to admit it. she could shut this down if she wanted to, could shift away from jihyo, and she knows jihyo would stop pushing if she did. 

she chances a glance, hesitant.

jihyo’s expression is bright, eager anticipation palpable.

“hm?” she hums, catching tzuyu’s eyes, encouraging. 

tzuyu decides she’s worth it, if only for that pretty smile and the friendship between them they high time tried to pursue. 

“i was looking at your tattoos?” she concedes, but it comes out as a question – not too imposing or assumptious, in case it’s not what jihyo expects. 

jihyo doesn’t seem to mind at all. 

“oh!” she beams, looking down at her exposed abdomen like she hadn’t noticed it was exposed.

“you could’ve just asked if you wanted to see, tzuyu,” she laughs. “i don’t bite.”

“well, i’m not versed in tattoo etiquette, okay?” tzuyu pouts.

the tension in her shoulders falls, dissipating into a comforting friendliness brought about by jihyo’s tongue-in-cheek jibes that she can’t help responding in kind.

“and you definitely look like you bite.” 

“i do not,” jihyo gasps, feigning offence. though, as if she wants to tease as much as be teased, she tacks on at the end, “unless you want me to.” 

tzuyu rolls her eyes, the intimidation she’d felt from jihyo before now long chipped away. “don’t even try.” 

“ouch, i thought that was pretty smooth?” jihyo juts her bottom lip out. 

“i was asking about your tattoos, not your… kinks.” tzuyu scowls in exasperation, narrowing her eyes for show.

“chivalry is so dead,” jihyo huffs. she crosses her arms ludicrously, head tucked into her chest. “you don’t even care about my interests anymore.” 

the dramatique of it all makes tzuyu choke back a laugh. the ease in which jihyo so comfortably picks apart tzuyu's stoic, deadpan demeanour is somehow exactly the type of ease tzuyu likes – effortless. 

“i care about your tattoos,” tzuyu offers, but it's really just to rub it in. 

“ever the heartbreaker, tzuyu,” jihyo sighs, and it rolls off her tongue naturally, like this isn't the first time they've been alone together this long, like this isn't the first time they've bantered. 

like jihyo's known tzuyu forever. and she has, in some ways, but never without someone else between them, never like this until now. 

“are you planning to get one?” she asks. 

she reaches out to take one of tzuyu’s hand in hers, careful but curious, looking over tzuyu’s uninked skin. 

tzuyu is more distracted by something else. 

she’s zeroed in on the red peeking from under the sleeve that has ridden up jihyo’s arm. 

“you have really good skin,” jihyo comments, fills the silence as tzuyu thinks of an answer. 

tzuyu has never been particularly interested in getting tattoos, nor has she ever had much inclination to. if anything, the pain that comes with leaves little to be desired, or maybe the idea of permanency scares her – too much of a commitment, one way or the other – but she’s certainly interested in jihyo’s, who seemingly notices she’s drifted off. she nudges tzuyu's jaw lightly with a finger. tilts her chin upwards.

tzuyu's eyes snap back. "sorry." 

jihyo smiles reassuringly. she changes the topic; it’s okay if tzuyu doesn’t know. “wanna see my tattoos?” 

“really?” tzuyu perks up. this was the main reason she was so intrigued after all. “i don’t want to impose.” 

“why else did i get a tattoo if not to show it off, right?” jihyo says, and she tugs on tzuyu’s hand gently, knowing tzuyu would need urging. 

tzuyu leans in with the motion, and jihyo lifts the hem of her shirt just slightly enough to show what tzuyu wants to see.

it’s all wisps of red and black winding below the underside of jihyo’s chest, brushstroke licks of flame that tzuyu wonders how she could ever miss. elegant in their form, but the subtle crimson bring out the natural warmth of jihyo's skin; a conscious choice, of course, in the palette itself. 

tzuyu thinks they fit jihyo perfectly. 

“i have these here, and then my back,” jihyo explains, eager to share. 

she pulls her shirt off her shoulders, and it would make sense if tzuyu had thought about it more, but right now she doesn't expect it.

she jolts back in surprise, heart in her throat. 

“oh, you– “ you don’t have to, is what she means to say.

she scrambles to stop jihyo, but the moment jihyo turns around, and tzuyu sees the ink on her back, she forgets. 

it’s breathtaking. 

it's red and blacks again, cohesive, flowing down the dip of jihyo’s spine, spreading over her shoulder blades like mist. they fade off in the edges, gentle strokes harshened by deep maroon, covering the expanse from the base of her neck to her rib cage. 

“oh,” tzuyu whispers, voice softer, like jihyo’s delicate tattoos simply warranted something quieter, or perhaps it's just plain awe. 

tzuyu reaches out to touch; a curious moth to a flame, almost without thought. traces her fingers over the lines. 

she doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t think anything can encapsulate her feelings, but she tries.

“it’s beautiful," she says, even if the words fall short of everything it really is; tzuyu hopes jihyo knows. 

"isn't it?" jihyo chuckles, a disbelieved sound, as if experiencing the novelty of her tattoo all over again. 

goosebumps rise in the wake of tzuyu's touch, but her chest swells with pride and something close to adoration for the girl so innocently intrigued. maybe she should show off more. 

"give me your hand, tzu." 

tzuyu doesn't know what she's planning, but she listens anyway. 

her gaze follows as jihyo grabs a pen before settling back in front of her. she takes the hand tzuyu had so obediently given, clicks the pen once, and tzuyu shivers at the cold ink head gliding over her skin. 

she tries to see what jihyo's drawing, but it's hard to tell when she's on the other side. jihyo's strokes are gentle, purposeful, she knows exactly what she wants on tzuyu. 

tzuyu can feel it when jihyo writes her own name – 

J I H Y O. 

jihyo hovers over it for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to add something else. 

it's oddly intimate, tzuyu thinks, watching jihyo work on her.

it's oddly intimate being so close, jihyo's tongue between her teeth, topless, and tzuyu feels her stomach curl. 

jihyo decides she's finished then.

she lets go of tzuyu's hand, prompting tzuyu to look with an upward nod. 

tzuyu retracts her hand, turns the back of her palm towards herself. 

it's a smaller version of jihyo's tattoos, altered in some parts to flow with the veins on tzuyu's hand, over the rise of her knuckles.

personalised. 

and then there's jihyo's name, a mark under her own work, and tzuyu doesn't know why she starts getting giddy.

"how is it?" jihyo asks. 

tzuyu muses over the temporary tattoo jihyo's given her.

"i like it," she decides, smiling. "did you design yours too?" 

"yeah," jihyo takes tzuyu's hand once again and holds it by her ribcage for a side-by-side comparison. she grins at the similarity. "now we're matching." 

tzuyu can't help but grin along, the fact of matching with someone itself is sweet. "i don't know why we weren't friendlier sooner."

"i think you were afraid of me biting?" jihyo teases.

she brings tzuyu's hand close to her mouth in turn, a threat tzuyu hopes isn't as empty as it seems. maybe she's a little curious now. 

"don't you dare," tzuyu narrows her eyes still, challenging. 

"and if i do?" jihyo opens her mouth wider, teeth peeking.

she makes a show of biting down just before she touches skin, then laughs when she feels tzuyu tensing up.

"don't worry, i'll only bite if you ask." 

tzuyu rolls her eyes, slightly infuriated. "be honest, you wouldn't do it even if i asked. scaredy cat." 

jihyo gasps. "i so would." 

tzuyu leans in, and she doesn't know what it is that comes over her, but she does know riling jihyo up is fun if only to see her reactions. 

she pushes her hand against jihyo's cheek, taunting. "you wouldn't dare." 

jihyo purses her lips, and tzuyu can see the cogs turning in her head for a comeback, only to find none. 

she's about to console jihyo, more to rub in her assumed victory than anything, but then jihyo’s grip around her hand tightens. 

and jihyo tugs hard. 

tzuyu falls forward with a yelp. all the air leaves her lungs.

she holds herself up on the cushion behind jihyo in a panic, avoids pressing against jihyo completely. her breath is still, frozen. 

“i’d dare, but would you?” jihyo says, voice low, breath hot. her boldness back. 

tzuyu is suddenly acutely aware of jihyo’s warmth, of jihyo’s proximity.

she tries not to stare into jihyo’s eyes. 

this isn’t… this isn’t what she meant. was it?

“i… “ she murmurs, but her mind is blank. 

“tell me to bite you,” jihyo teases, but there's something else in the edge of her words that isn't just playfulness. there's something else in the way her gaze falls on tzuyu's lips, fleeting but unavoidable. 

tzuyu exhales shakily. it's hard to think when jihyo's so close.

what does it mean now, then, if jihyo's asked. what does she mean by that. what does tzuyu want now. 

it's hard to think– it's hard to think when jihyo's half naked under her, but she knows she wants something that involves jihyo. 

"okay," tzuyu whispers, and if not for their stillness, she barely would've heard herself say it. 

jihyo lets the answer simmer in silence for a bit. 

for too long, in tzuyu's mind. 

she has a chance to second guess, one chance too many. it's not a good feeling and she doesn't want to feel it anymore. it's even harder when jihyo can see her so closely now – 

but then suddenly she doesn't have to, because suddenly jihyo lunges forward, and suddenly jihyo's kissing her –

she's kissing jihyo. 

and it's good. 

it's a good feeling. it suffocates her and makes her breathe again and jihyo's lips are soft and harsh and messy but knowing and good. 

and she bites on tzuyu's lips like she said she would, teeth actually on skin this time, knocking against tzuyu's own. it's hurried like she'd been thinking about it all day, thinking about biting tzuyu's lips even though she'd denied it in the first place, but she likes it now so she keeps biting until iron skates over tzuyu's tongue, until there's a hint of pain where jihyo's teeth press in. 

"unnie," tzuyu mutters, breathless, because it's unfamiliar and she doesn't know if she should like it. 

jihyo hears her, and she pulls back. "tell me when to stop," she says. it's as much for tzuyu as it is for her, but isn't this how it always goes; flame burning moth the moment they touch. 

tzuyu nods and then jihyo is back on her again, just as quickly. she pushes into tzuyu, heightens herself with an arm sinking into the cushion, deepening the kiss. 

she tugs and pulls and she can't get enough already; she's had a small taste of tzuyu and she's a little insatiable, maybe. 

the couch is terribly uncomfortable and too small for what jihyo wants to do, frustratingly so. tzuyu's knee press up her core in a mess of tangled limbs, and it's not that she doesn't like it, but jihyo's not quite done with tzuyu yet to get herself off, so in a bout of adrenaline, she picks tzuyu up with her arms under tzuyu's thighs. tzuyu shrieks in a panic, her haze breaking momentarily. 

it's awkward because tzuyu's much taller than jihyo, so she resorts to wrapping her arms tightly around jihyo's neck for some security. 

the edges of jihyo's shoulders jut out as she flexes, and tzuyu realises jihyo has two more tattoos on her clavicle, all the more defined now. it certainly does wonders to distract her. 

then, jihyo finally sets her down, settling on the dining room table. tzuyu would argue this is less comfortable than the couch, all hard wood and no cushion, but then jihyo slots herself between tzuyu's legs, lips finding her neck, and suddenly she no longer minds. 

jihyo noses the underside of her jaw, coaxing her to tilt her head upward so more kisses can be peppered there, and tzuyu feels teeth again. she suspects jihyo has a penchant for biting, and true to her thinking, jihyo nibbles at her skin, sucking lightly right after. 

all tzuyu can do – wants to do – is squirm and expose her neck even more, the buzz that flows down after addicting. 

jihyo pulls back just as the pain numbs, and tzuyu catches her licking her lips, eyeing the reddening mark on tzuyu's neck. 

jihyo definitely has a penchant for biting. 

"so you do bite," tzuyu muses. 

jihyo smirks, the jab not as incriminating now that she's gotten what she wanted. she laces her fingers with tzuyu's, tucking herself between tzuyu's legs while she pulls tzuyu's body close. "when i want to."

she tugs on tzuyu's arms until they're on her waist, holding them there. "you can touch, you know?" 

i don't bite, tzuyu can almost hear jihyo saying at the end, but the point has gotten through enough and she's much too distracted by something else to follow up. 

jihyo's bare skin is warm to the touch, nerve wracking; tzuyu heeds her advice, holding her breath as she carefully slides her hands upwards to jihyo's ribs, halting where her tattoos start.

"i really like your tattoos," she whispers. 

"mhm," jihyo smiles, proud of tzuyu's initiation. "i like you," she says, before her lips are on tzuyu's again and tzuyu can't even reply because all she's doing now is choking her whimpers back.

jihyo kisses down to the base of her neck this time, right at the edge of tzuyu's collarbone. she does the same thing over – sucking, biting, licking – painful, but less so now that tzuyu has experienced it, and there's such a pleasant electricity that follows, making her stomach curl deliciously. she thinks she might just start developing a liking to these marks, hands trailing up jihyo's back, mewling softly when jihyo's tongue runs over a particularly sensitive spot. 

"unnie," tzuyu breathes out, the only word she can muster among infinite pleas she has for jihyo. 

jihyo responds with a hmm, a low hum that seeps into tzuyu's veins and runs down her spine from where jihyo is, and it's not until tzuyu's shoulders tense that jihyo lets go. 

the edge of jihyo's lips tug up slyly. "something you want?" 

"you know," tzuyu says. she knows jihyo knows. 

and jihyo does know, but – "ask, baby" because who is she if not a commitment to her stunt– "you just need to tell me." 

tzuyu frowns, and she tries to minimise her pouting as best she can. she stares jihyo down, hoping jihyo would simply give in, but jihyo is hard headed, and tzuyu really has little choice. 

tzuyu bites her lip, mumbling out reluctantly, "touch..." 

jihyo's smug look is infuriating. "where?" 

"you–," tzuyu purses her lips.

inhales, exhales.

"down there." 

"and?" 

oh, what tzuyu would do to wipe that stupid smirk off jihyo's face. 

she grabs jihyo's arm, pulls her in harshly, and jihyo lets out a cut off yelp. tzuyu ignores it, intent on pressing jihyo's fingers into the button of her jeans.

"and fuck me." 

some bravado drains from jihyo's face. she loses her words for a moment, doesn't even dare gulp down the drool accumulating in her mouth. 

she makes quick work of tzuyu's jeans immediately, muttering a "yes ma'am" in between because jesus fuck. 

she fumbles to push the article open, then decides she'll take with exactly what she has right now, dipping her fingers in with a sudden fervour to just give tzuyu everything she wants. 

tzuyu grips jihyo's shoulders, nails digging deeper into jihyo's back when jihyo rubs over her centre, the slick sound stark in the quiet of their heavy breathing. 

"you're so– wet," jihyo grunts, tzuyu's jeans making it hard to manoeuvre, but she's far from complaining. "all over my fingers, tzu– god."

tzuyu makes a soft, high pitched sound, head hung and legs curled around jihyo from the instinctual need to close them. 

"i'll take care of you," jihyo coos, her other hand slipping under tzuyu's shirt, thumb stroking her waist. "don't worry." 

she continues running her fingers between tzuyu's folds through the fabric just to work her up more, and tzuyu jolts slightly, cries caught in her throat. 

"you're really fucking cute, tzuyu." 

she nuzzles into tzuyu's neck, the cute aggression kicking in, and she can't help but want to leave another mark. 

her teeth prob gently, finding a spot she hasn't marked before biting down again. it elicits a familiar whine from tzuyu's throat, a broken and staggered sound, choked up in a cry that heightens when jihyo's fingers dip under. she sinks two fingers into tzuyu's heat, thumb on her clit, and tzuyu fucking drips. 

"jihyo unnie," she moans, for no other reason than the want to say jihyo's name. 

her nails rake over jihyo's back, harder than she means to, but with jihyo's fingers pressing against her tight walls, pulling out and back in slowly; with jihyo's thumb following the motion over her sensitive nub, attentive snd meticulous and maddening; with jihyo letting go of her neck after leaving another mark, murmuring sweet nothings she's too dazed to hear – 

she wants jihyo to feel it the same way she feels it, wants to leave her mark on jihyo too, even if it's temporary, she wants the feeling to be as permanent as jihyo's tattoos.

and if jihyo does feel it, the only tells tzuyu catches are the faster, harsher thrusts, and the hand clutching her waist, pushing through with gritted teeth. 

"fuck, tzuyu," jihyo hisses, bottom lip between her teeth. her wrist aches from the angle but the warmth around her fingers feels too good to let up. "that's– fuck, you're so tight."

tzuyu digs her nails even deeper, the pleasure unbearable without an outlet. "please, harder," she sobs, thighs clasping around jihyo's hips, stomach taut. "gonna come." 

jihyo listens– anything tzuyu asks for.

she buries her fingers deeper, fucking into tzuyu so roughly the table starts shaking, and the lewd squelch that follows every pump is downright sinful. a few tight circles over her clit has tzuyu whimpering, the loudest one yet, and jihyo thinks it might be her favourite sound in the world– before it breaks into a cry, tzuyu whining, "jihyonnie–!" 

– and now that's her favourite sound in the world. 

"come for me," jihyo coaxes, voice liquid in tzuyu's ears.

tzuyu barely needs probing, spilling into jihyo's fingers almost immediately, cum pooling over her jeans and the table in a filthy mess of slick.  she claws at jihyo's back as jihyo fucks her through her orgasm, making her stutter and tremble wildly. there's a steady hand on her waist, jihyo wanting to drag her high out. 

"good girl," jihyo dotes, tzuyu's release pleasantly warm in her hands. "taking me so well." 

tzuyu keens at the praise, senses attuned to nothing but the rasp of jihyo's voice and all the words coming out her mouth. soon enough, she's spent to the point of barely being able to clutch onto jihyo's shoulders, sweaty and heaving. jihyo slows her pace when tzuyu's shaking calms, guiding her down. 

"s– stop," tzuyu mumbles, pushing at jihyo weakly. 

in turn, jihyo pulls her fingers out slowly, finally letting tzuyu catch her breath. 

though, watching jihyo lick her fingers off tzuyu's slick arouses tzuyu all over again, and she bites her lip, a quiet request.

jihyo doesn't miss the pleading look in her eyes. 

"open your mouth," she says, her other hand on tzuyu’s jaw. 

tzuyu obeys, parting her lips slightly, and jihyo pushes her cum-coated fingers into her mouth. she moans when jihyo presses down on her tongue, insistent, and tzuyu can hear jihyo’s breathing stutter when she starts sucking, running her tongue between jihyo’s fingers. 

jihyo drags her fingers out, wet with spit, and tzuyu almost mewls at the loss– but then jihyo tugs her in by the chin and kisses her hard, and all her sounds soften into a pleased hum. jihyo doesn’t bite this time, simply enjoys the kiss as it is. 

tzuyu feels bad for having to cut it short. 

“i need to pee,” she whispers sheepishly. 

jihyo is stunned for a moment, and then quickly endeared. 

she doesn't put up a fight, barely teases tzuyu for it like tzuyu would expect.

she gives tzuyu another peck, surprisingly sweet, a chuckle playing at the edges. “go.” 

tzuyu’s knees are still wobbly, but she hurries anyway, trudging to the bathroom quickly.

yet, all she does after she shuts the bathroom door is just stand there, staring into the white tiles. suddenly allowed to actually think about it all.

she lets it simmer for a bit, etches the memory of jihyo’s tattoos in her mind– red, black, flowy. curving into her sides and inching down her clavicle. her back, the dip of her spine, over her shoulder blades, a growing flame.

gentle fingers on her jaw that tzuyu can feel even now; urging, coaxing. the hand on her waist, in her, careful and slow but good. even though they'd never talked this much before, somehow jihyo knew what she liked.

tzuyu catches sight of herself in the mirror. 

there’s a trail of red scattered down her neck, her collarbone; marks of tattoos in itself. 

jihyo’s marks. 

tzuyu buries her face in her hands, cheeks hot. tries not to look.

–

by the time tzuyu returns, the table has been cleaned, moved back to its original position. tzuyu pretends her stomach doesn’t flutter at the thought. 

jihyo is in the living room, back towards her, fresh red lines running through her tattoos.

tzuyu did that.

tzuyu winces. “sorry about the… scratches.”

jihyo turns at the sound of her voice. 

“oh,” she chuckles, waving tzuyu’s worries away. 

she makes her way to tzuyu, tilting her face this way and there, looking at the marks she’d left. “it’s okay. i’ll get you back next time, hm?”

tzuyu’s face flushes, jihyo’s touch burning quickly. “next time?” 

“mhm,” jihyo confirms, tucking her fingers into the belt loops of tzuyu’s jeans. “or now, if you want.” 

she noses at tzuyu’s jaw again, as she did countless times before, wanting another mark of hers on tzuyu’s skin. it's like they've always been here, like they've always been kissing each other and all of this.

maybe she does like biting; maybe when it comes to tzuyu. 

 

“just ask.”

tzuyu thinks she might like it too; maybe when it comes to jihyo.

yeah idk why this is 4k and idk whats going on in this either <3 i rewrote this like 3 times and all of them have wildly different beginnings and endings! one of them even ends with jihyo just going home after giving tzuyu absolutely nothing bc i love slowburn <3 but i thought we deserved some smut after waiting this long so!! now you get to have some of the most mid smut ever happy jihyo debut!!!

thank you so much for reading!! interactions are always appreciated, genuinely <3

MEN DNI.

[sapphic-kpop-fics]

Challengers (Hirai Momo x Reader x Park Jihyo)

Kind of challengers inspired, Dancing instead of tennis, smut and fluff. Top!Momo, Switch!Jihyo,

You had known your friends Momo and Jihyo for a while, they had started as your dance students who were already best friends but you soon become close friends. Though the lines blurred between friendship and something else, lingering touches when showing dance moves and stares shared through the mirror when rehearsing but not with just one, both of them, like they were competing for your attention, who will win the title of being yours. The tension shared was so intense you had thought they wanted to fuck each other instead of you, though that still could be true.

This weekend was a dance competition your team was competing in, the hotel rooms being low and the lack of funds led you the three of you sharing not only a room but a bed, it was a big enough bed that could fit you pretty comfortably if you cuddled together and none of you thought that was a necessarily bad idea. It was the night before your competition and Momo had found some alcohol so the three of you were sitting on the floor in a circle drinking and talking, well flirting. The shorts you’re wearing rode up on your thighs which Momo’s eyes fixated on as soon as you sat down, Jihyo was more subtle only glancing every now and then.

“So have you guys ever like, hooked up?” You ask out of nowhere, the alcohol getting in the way of filtering your words. The two women were obviously shocked by the question, their mouths hung open slightly as they looked at each other.

“Uh-no.” Momo finally states.

“Why?” Jihyo speaks up now.

“Just curious, i mean you have this weird tension so.”

“Wh- what?”

“Tension?”

They both speak at the same time.

“I just can’t tell if you hate each other or want to fuck each other.”

The girls look at each other as if deciding if they want to reveal their thoughts.

“Well, honestly, we both want to fuck you and have kind of been challenging each other, who can get your attention and such.” Jihyos cheeks are flush as she speaks and you can’t tell if it’s from the alcohol or her confession.

“Oh.” Is all you say, butterflies in your stomach. You were attracted to them both for sure, but having them here suddenly confessing to competing for your attention made you shrink.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, you didn’t. I’m just thinking.” You tell Jihyo as she got more flustered, you think of how to deal with the situation, your mind thinks of kicking one of them out and choosing for good or maybe just leaving them alone in the room but you settle on the final idea before you abruptly stand and sit on the edge of the bed staring at the girls who’s eyes never left you spreading your legs a bit with your hands resting behind you, “what are you waiting for? You said you both wanted to fuck me right?” You raise an eyebrow at the pair who look at each other before eagerly standing and taking their places on the sides of you.

Even as you’re giving them both their chance they’re still waiting, wanting you to choose who you want first so they could have a winner in their little competition. You decide on kissing Momo first as she was closer to you and more confident but you tangle one hand in each of their hair and bring them close to you. You part from Momo after a minute, saliva connecting you before Jihyo smashes her lips into yours obviously needy from the site that unfolded in front of her. Her kiss is messier, her tongue pushing past your lips and tangling in yours. Momo occupies herself by kissing your neck, leaving a few marks that she knows you’ll yell at her for later when you have to cover them up for competition.

When you part from Jihyo you look at them both, their eyes lidded and cheeks pink. Your hands still tangled in their hair you push their heads until their lips join in a kiss, they are shocked at first but soon an underlying need took over them as they made out, at first you just watched getting more turned on but then you left kisses on both of their necks making them moans into each others mouths. You eventually lay yourself in the middle of the bed, your movement distracting the girls enough for them to part and look at you. You felt like prey being hunted, a trophy in a competition and it was exhilarating.

“Take off your shirt.” Momo says, a soft yet dominating tone, as she crawls over lay next to you.

You oblige, of course. While undressing you don’t even notice Jihyo who has laid on your other side and is kissing down your jaw while her hand now glides over your bare stomach and chest leaving goosebumps in its trail, pinching your nipples as her fingers made their way to them. Momo was doing the same on the other side but her hand ventured lower onto your thigh, which would brush against your center every other stroke.

“Can I take these off?” Jihyo asks as she toys with the waistband of your shorts.

“Please”

“So needy.” Momo mumbles as she kisses right below your ear.

Jihyo takes your shorts off, your underwear coming with it and you suddenly feel very exposed. A blush takes over your face and your body tenses slightly, not going unnoticed by either woman.

“What’s wrong?” Jihyo asks, the concern seemed genuine.

“I’m just.. the only one with no clothes on.”

The girls share a look before chuckling a bit, both shedding their clothes to match you before retaking their places.

“Who do you want first?” Momo asks, a confidence in her voice that’s makes it clear she thinks you’ll say her, while Jihyo is simply looking at you with a plainer stare as to not sway your decision with her wary face as she did earlier.

“Both.” You decide, “you know team work.”

“Team?” It’s clear by Momo’s tone and the raise of her eyebrow that she wanted to be able to win whatever was happening between her and Jihyo.

“Unless you just want to stop?” You challenge, starting to raise up from your spot on the bed.

“That’s not necessary.” Jihyo says almost too quickly, placing a hand on your chest and pushing you back down and placing her lips on yours. Momo makes herself busy placing dark marks on your chest while her fingers ghost along your thighs causing you to shiver and her to smirk.

“Want me to touch you?” Her voice is deep as she whispers into your ear.

“Please.”

Her fingers finally brush against your center, moving up and down slowly.

“So wet, you’ve been thinking about this haven’t you?”

You just nod as you let out whimpers at the movements of her fingers, Jihyo was now bringing her lips to your chest, her tongue wrapping around your nipples.

“Tell me. Did you think of just one or both of us?”

“Both.” You answered without hesitation, it was true you had dreams about the both of them, separately and together just as you were now. You can feel Jihyo smirk against your skin as she looks to Momo, a look in her eyes that clearly says “I told you she wants me too.”

“Dirty girl.” Momo rasps out with a chuckle as she quickens the circles she’s making with her fingers. The sounds you’re making get louder, echoing off the walls a bit Jihyo squeezed her thighs together as she listened which Momo noticed, “Hyo, baby, why don’t you sit on that pretty face while I take care of our girl?”

The tone of her voice and the little pet name made you question again if they were truly just friends, Jihyo’s eagerness to sit up doesn’t help your thoughts.

“Is that what you want?” Jihyo asks before she follows Momo’s directions. As you nod she takes her place hovering over your mouth, her hand going to your hair while you hold onto her thighs pulling her down to meet your tongue.

“Fuck” she hisses at the contact.

Momo crawls down so she’s level with your center, her fingers never stopping their circling though she replaces them with her tongue quickly, moving her fingers lower to slide inside of you at an agonizingly slow pace. Your moans vibrate against jihyo causing her to moan louder, grinding down against your mouth. You reach your orgasm quick enough with Momo’s skilled fingers working inside of you and the sounds coming from the girl sitting on you, Momo takes her mouth away from you but keeps her fingers moving inside of you, sitting up to grab Jihyo and kiss her, your cum practically dripping from her lips, the sounds Jihyo makes now comes from the taste of you now in her mouth.

“Our girl tastes so good doesn’t she?” Momo says into Jihyos ear, who nods too focused on her building pleasure, her thighs shaking a bit as she rides your face, “you’re making a big mess you know?” Momo says as she looks at where she’s riding your face.

“Shut up.” Jihyo growls, their rivalry obviously still alive enough, but it’s obvious she enjoys the effects of Momo as cums soon after, leaving even more of a mess on you. By the time she lays beside you, you could barely breathe not that you minded, it doesn’t help that she also immediately pulls you into a kiss as she lays there.

“Let our girl breathe.” Momo says, pushing Jihyo back so she disconnects from you.

You can’t tell if it’s from lack of air or exhaustion or the pure pleasure you felt with the two but your eyes were heavy lidded, and your chest heaved as you caught your breath.

Jihyo of course didn’t let that be the only round, as she felt it was unfair that only Momo got to touch you and you thought she made a fair point. Though you end up cumming more times than you can count, the pairs competitive nature coming out in the form of how many orgasms they can give you. It’s only the next day when you regret letting them have you in any way, when you’re in warm ups before your competition, legs trembling as you stretch.

[twice-inamillion]

Family Trip

Fluff and Smut (adventure, family time)(teasing, sex, dom Jihyo, cowgirl riding, creampie, talking about breeding)

Chapter 214

2124 Words 

(The first trip as a married couple with Jisoo. Some fluff moment and with a happy ending. 😏)

After your honeymoon, the two of you decide on a family trip with Jisoo. “Are you excited to go on a trip with mommy and daddy?” asks Jihyo. Jisoo nods and smiles. “Okay, then you will need your sweater and your toy.” Jisoo makes her way down the bed, runs to get her sweater and stuffed toy, and puts it inside her backpack. 

You leave just before sunrise for a morning hike to Diamond Head State Park. Jisoo tries her best to make the hike but can only walk on flat surfaces. “Daddy, up,” says Jisoo, who puts her hands up. You put her inside her baby carrier and climb up the stairs to the top of the mountain. When you arrive at the top, the sun rises, “We made it just in time." Jihyo takes a photo of you and Jisoo with the sunrise in the background. 

“Say cheese!”

Jisoo smiles and holds a heart sign, which makes Jihyo laugh. You then take a picture of Jihyo and Jisoo and a family photo of the beautiful background. 

After the hike, the three of you enjoy a light breakfast before going to the second stop of your trip. Jisoo can’t help but be excited to go whale watching. Before arriving in Hawaii, the two of you would read Jisoo, a book on whales, before going to sleep. When she was asked what she wanted to do while she was in Hawaii, she immediately replied, “Big whale, big whale!” 

The three of you arrive at the port and are the first trip of the day. You board the large boat and take your seats inside. The ship departs from the port, as Jisoo is glued to the window trying to look for the whales. 

“Jisoo, there are no whales here.”

“No?” Titling her head in confusion.

“We need to be in the middle of the ocean because the whales are so big,” says Jihyo.

“Whale, big?” 

“Yes, some whales are bigger than this boat.”

“Whale eat?” as she points at the two of you.

“Ohh no, the whale doesn’t eat people. Remember how the book said it eats small creatures called krill.” Jisoo nods her head and stares back at the window. 

About an hour into the boat ride, there is an announcement that there has been a site of a pod of whales nearby. Jisoo’s ear perks up and asks you to go outside.

The three of you head out and walk to where the captain points. Jihyo takes out a pair of binoculars for the two of you to use. It doesn’t take long before you get a glimpse of the whale’s fin, “Look, Jisoo, it's right in front of you.” Jisoo lifts her binoculars and sees the whale showing its head, “ama, whale!”

Jisoo turns to Jihyo and points out, “Look, whale!” You hand over the binoculars to Jihyo, “You’re right; good job, Jisoo, you found the whale.” Jisoo can’t help but feel proud of her finding.

The captain steers the boat closer to where the whale was sighted. “Right before us is a humpback whale in its feeding ground. One of our deckhands communicated with us that they have also caught sight of a calf, so we need to be extra careful.”

“Did you hear that Jisoo? The captain said that they saw a calf, a baby whale.”

“Baby whale? Jisoo?” pointing at herself. 

Jihyo responds, “Yes, a baby just like Jisoo.”

“I see, baby.”

“Ohh, we need to be extra careful. We don’t want to scare the calf away.” 

The three of you wait for a few minutes until the water bubbles up. The whale jumps out of the water and crashes down, causing a huge splash. Jisoo points and laughs out loud, “Whale jump, whale jump!” 

Before the whale came out, Jihyo took out her phone to record Jisoo’s reaction. She knew Jisoo would go crazy if the whale came out jumping from the water. Jisoo moves her hands excitedly as the whale leaps from the water. Jihyo can’t believe she caught this beautiful moment. 

The whale stays afloat for a few minutes, eating the large amount of krill that swarms on the surface. Out of nowhere, Jisoo sees the calf pop its head, “Baby, baby!”

“You’re right; the baby saw you and wanted to say hi.”

“Baby, hi?”

“Yes, baby, wanted to say hi to Jisoo.”

Jisoo laughs, “Hug, baby!”

“Ohh, you can’t hug the baby; it's too big. Maybe when you’re older, you can swim with it.” 

After going back and forth, Jisoo is convinced and understands that she can not hug the calf.

The boat arrives at the port, and the three of you give your thanks to the captain. “Bye-bye!” Jisoo turns around to Jihyo, says, “Jisoo hungry,” and rubs her belly.

You stop at a local Hawaiian shop and get some food before heading to the beach. When you arrive at the beach, Jihyo walks to a good spot with some shade as you carry your belongings. Jisoo watches and eats her pineapple ice cream and shouts, “Apa, tent!” rushing you to hurry with setting up the tent. “Okay, okay, I got it.”

After setting up the tent, you all enjoy some ice cream and food as you watch the waves crash to the shore. Jisoo extends her arms, “Ama, boobs, boobs!” Jisoo crawls to her mother and lifts up her shirt, exposing her bra. “Okay, okay, you want to drink mommy’s milk,” as she releases her breasts from her bra. 

Jisoo immediately positions her head and attaches her mouth to Jihyo’s nipple. She starts to suck on Jihyo’s breast aggressively, causing her to moan slightly. You can’t help but laugh at Jihyo for her sudden reaction. She throws her bra, which hits your face. Jihyo laughs at you, but instead, you take her bra and give it a sniff, to which she says, “Babe, you’re gross.” 

“Haha, you know we’ve done worse,” giving her a smirk.

“Haha, that’s true.” 

After a few minutes of breastfeeding, Jisoo falls asleep, attached to her mother’s breast. Jihyo places her on the floor of the tent and covers Jisoo with her blanket. “Aww, she looks cute, doesn’t she.” 

Suddenly, she feels your head on her lap, and you say, “Mommy, I’m hungry too,” giving her a pair of puppy dog eyes. She gives you an annoyed face before you attach your mouth to her breast. You slowly begin to suckle on her nipple, causing her to release a slow moan, “Ahh… babe. That feels nice.” You increase the pace of your sucking, which increases her cry. She can feel herself getting wet but then hears Jisoo whine in her sleep, making her release her nipple from your mouth.

 “Why did you stop?”

“She’s going to wake up.” 

“Dang, okay,” you pout.

The two of you instead lay next to Jisoo and talk about the past few days. The ups and downs and what is on the schedule for the next few weeks. She also asks you for an update on the house, which there is some process but is still a few months away from completion. Eventually, she falls asleep like Jisoo, and you decide to enjoy your time at this very moment.

You return to the house and have a light dinner before showering. Jihyo decides to bathe with Jisoo as you clean up the kitchen and get your items ready for tomorrow. After you are finished, you hop into the shower as Jihyo gets Jisoo ready for bed. With the water muffling any outside noise, you clear your head and enjoy your time alone. 

Done with your shower, you see Jihyo covering Jisoo with her blanket. “She fell asleep so fast; she must have been so tired.”

“We did wake up earlier than usual. She didn’t even complain one bit  throughout the day.”

“Our baby is growing up,” says Jihyo with a warm smile.”

“You’re right; our baby is growing up so fast.”

Jihyo then turns around and touches your chest, “Let’s continue where we left off.” She stares at you with lustful eyes and pushes you onto the couch.

“Wait… what are you doing?”

“I said I want to continue where we left off.”

“But Jisoo is here.”

“So, she’s asleep, and I don’t think she’ll wake up until tomorrow.” She undoes your towel and pulls out your limp cock, and gives it a few strokes. Jihyo lifts her oversized shirt and aligns your cock to her entrance, slowly lowering herself into your cock, causing her to moan.

With your cock between her walls, she slowly rides you. You can feel your core burning up and your cock throbbing due to her tightness. 

She whispers in your ear, “I can feel your cock getting bigger inside of me,” which makes you immediately go to full size. Now, at full length, she increases the pace as she rides you like one of her toys. 

You try not to make any noise and not wake up Jisoo, and you bite your lip and try your hardest not to make a sound. The only sound in the room is of flesh slapping against each other as Jihyo rides you like a mating bull. 

You don’t want to be the only one nude, so you lift up Jihyo’s oversized shirt and toss it on the floor. With your hands on her ass, she begins to thrust harder, causing your thighs to turn red. To what seems like thirty minutes of pure riding, Jihyo knows you are at your limit. She comes closer to your ear and whispers, “I know you’re about to cum just like I am. So where do you want to shoot it? Inside or outside?”

It’s a no-brainer, and respond, “You know the only choice is inside.” 

“Why did I even ask? You’re always one to get a girl dirty right after they get cleaned.”

“What can I say? I like marking my girls with my seed.”

Teasing you, she says, “And what do you like doing to your girls with your seed?”

“I like breeding them.”

“Ohh, you like breeding us?”

“Yes, just like right now. I want to breed you all night and give our daughter another sibling.”

“If you want to, do it.”

“Really?”

“No. You know how busy we are with the tour.”

“Fuck, you’re right.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can't just fuck me here and there. I’m on the pill, so you can cum inside of me as much as you want.”

“You really know how to make a guy happy, huh.”

“I know you like the back of my hand. I know you’re about to burst at any moment, so let me give you a push,” and lifts herself once more before slamming herself with full force. 

Both of your floodgates burst wide open, releasing your orgasms at once. Her love juice and your thick cum collide with one another, mixing into something new. Jihyo spasms as she rides her orgasm, tightening her walls around your cock and milking you of all you’re worth. 

After a few minutes, she regains her composure and asks you to bring her to bed. “You don’t want to clean yourself first?”

“No, why would I? I love the feeling of hot baby batter in my tummy.” You can't help but get turned on again. “I see our little friend here is still full of energy. How about you go clean up the mess, and if you’re still hard, I’ll let you sleep with your cock inside of me.” 

You try your best to clean yourself and the mess before going to bed. Luckily, your friend didn’t disappoint and stood tall and proud the whole time. 

You climb onto the bed slowly, not to wake Jisoo from her sleep. Jihyo turns around and whispers, "I guess you’re still hard. A promise is a promise," and turns around with her back facing you. She sticks her but out, teasing you as you get closer to her. She grabs your hard cock and aligns it to her entrance before taking in the first two inches of your meat. “It’s in, you can put in the rest.” 

You grab her waist and shove your whole length inside her womb, causing her to moan slowly. Jihyo, in a spooning position with you, grinds herself onto you and makes sure that every inch of “you” is warm. She slowly falls asleep with your embrace and her baby next to her. 

[momomoring]

since we both love jichaeng another jichaeng ask for you pooks

kinda mean dom!jihyo with switch!chae and sub f!reader..

her being maybe all nice to reader sometimes but ordering chae around...

silly!

OH MY GOD this is so akjjashjahkhs mean dom!jihyo is everythinggg. also i am so sorry this took so long, school started and immediately overwhelmed me so i couldn’t write as much as i wanted to BUT here it is, i rly rly hope you like it (it’s not suuuper well-proofread so my b if there’s any mistakes loll)

take me past the edge

wc: ~5.8k

cw: mean dom!jihyo x switch!chae x sub f!reader, SMUT, pre-negotiated kink, dacryphilia, degradation, praise kink, hair pulling, light bondage (hands/wrists), oral sex, strap on sex, spanking, implied/referenced exhibitionism, edging

a/n: title from The Summoning by Sleep Token cause babymaking metal music eats (sometimes literally)

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if you ever thought planning time for sex after a dance practice was a bad idea, this is your confirmation. it was such a bad idea, and you’re paying for it now, no matter how much you love it.

“jihyo’s gonna punish you so hard later if you keep doing that,” you murmur to chaeyoung at one point and you can feel her smile on your shoulder, but makes no motion of moving anywhere.

chaeyoung chuckles, leaning closer to press a kiss to the side of your neck before whispering against your skin, “i know.”

you hum, “you’re in a subby mood today?”

she nods. “Is that okay?”

“more than,” you murmur gently, pressing back into her slightly as you add, “that’s why we have her, isn’t it?”

chaeyoung laughs again. you smile and turn your gaze to jihyo. sure enough, you lock eyes with her and lean back into chaeyoung, whose fingers drift further under your crop top.

the muscle in jihyo’s jaw works as she grits her teeth. there are people everywhere; people who don’t know to leave their questions unasked and turn a blind eye.

if jihyo were being honest, she can’t deny how the extra level of risk makes it more exciting in a way. she knows it’s wrong, how much she almost wants chaeyoung to go further, but she can't stop watching the way chaeyoung touches you, her neediness plain to see to anyone who knows it.

maybe it’s the way you lock eyes with her, and how she can read the desire there, your neck tense and your hand shifting down to grip chaeyoung’s wrist tightly.

maybe it’s the way chaeyoung tucks her chin on your shoulder and smirks at jihyo, like she knows exactly what jihyo is thinking and feeling.

if jihyo wasn't so affected, this wouldn’t be happening. she’d be able to control chaeyoung’s hands, keep them at her sides, keep that godforsaken neediness away from practice.

what doesn’t help is chaeyoung’s smile everytime she looks at jihyo, the way it’s so painfully clear that she's enjoying this, pushing jihyo’s buttons; holding and touching you when jihyo is too focused on trying to maintain everyone's image.

jihyo would be lying if she said a big part of her growing irritation was the arousal pooling low in her stomach. she’d be lying if she said wasn’t excited by chaeyoung’s neediness, the way it means she’s in the mood to be risky, to let jihyo have control after practice. jihyo would be lying if she said watching chaeyoung’s hands wander all over you wasn’t giving her ideas and thoughts she shouldn’t be having.

chaeyoung grows steadily bolder as practice goes on, the line of plausible deniability long gone with the way she sits next to you, a hand on your abs, whispering in your ear.

it’s too much because chaeyoung isn’t usually one for dirty talk–not until she’s been fucked to delerium. and yet, here she is telling you exactly what she wants to do with you when you get back home.

if you weren’t currently in a staring match with jihyo and fully aware of how chaeyoung’s actions are for jihyo’s sake as much as yours, you might have been inclined to think she was in the mood for topping. but it’s the fact that chaeyoung asks you if jihyo’s watching as she tucks her head closer. how she presses closer, asking if jihyo looks mad.

it’s a dynamic you’re familiar with, one that sits in your stomach, as anticipation heightens the way chaeyoung’s hands touch you.

practice finally ends, and that makes it worse in a way, what with the way chaeyoung is now on her best behavior as you all thank the assistants and stylists and choreographers and whoever else.

it’s worse because you, jihyo, and chaeyoung all sit in the backseat, the tension taught and electric in the air between you. jihyo’s leg presses against yours and it feels teasing, taunting.

it’s worse as jihyo walks in first, you and chaeyoung trailing behind her. you can feel the wetness growing between your legs already, thoughts of what’s to come running wild in your mind when you enter her bedroom.

“sit,” jihyo murmurs, dangerously quiet as she motions towards her bed. you and chaeyoung do what you’re told, sitting on the edge and watching jihyo as she sets her duffel bag down and moves around her room.

“chaeyoung-ah,” jihyo says, her voice coming from behind you both. “what were you thinking, touching y/n like that? putting your hands all over her where everyone can see?”

she doesn’t leave room for chaeyoung to answer, continuing, “do you like that? touching her like that while everyone watches? is that appealing to you?”

chaeyoung nods slowly. and jihyo scoffs, “use your words.”

“yes, i like it,” chaeyoung says, her voice just barely shaking. you feel the corner of your mouth tug upwards at the admission.

the bed dips behind you with jihyo’s weight. she moves closer to you both, until she’s kneeling behind you. you feel a hand come up and trace along the back of your shoulder to the back of your neck and down your spine.

“why can’t you be more like y/n, chaeyoung-ah?” jihyo murmurs, almost to herself. “not making a scene, not being too touchy, not being too needy. she’s so professional, why can’t you just do that?”

the hand on your back disappears and a moment later, chaeyoung gasps. out of the corner of your eye, you see jihyo slowly pull her head back until her throat is on full display, every line and curve visible in your periphery.

jihyo hums and brings her other hand up to trace the curved column of chaeyoung’s neck. “do you like giving me a hard time? do you like making my job difficult?”

“maybe it’s your own fault for letting me make your job difficult,” chaeyoung says, her voice low and strained.

jihyo chuckles darkly and tightens her hold on chaeyoung’s hair. “such a brat.”

jihyo leans in to mouth chaeyoung’s throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses up to her jaw, nosing at it momentarily as she murmurs quietly, “color?”

“green,” chaeyoung breathes out and jihyo hums, nipping at the warm skin of chaeyoung’s neck.

you squeeze your thighs together as jihyo pulls back from chaeyoung. “look at me, y/n,” she says.

you turn your head to look at her, the way she’s holding chaeyoung’s hair tightly at the root, near her scalp, baring her throat.

“your color?” jihyo asks gently, her eyes dark.

“green,” you say and jihyo smiles at you. the look on her face contrasts the way she handles chaeyoung and it’s dizzying.

there’s a careful undertone, the way she lets go of chaeyoung and moves to you, reaching over to manhandle you further to the middle of the bed.

“i’m sorry chaeyoung-ah wasn’t being good to you, y/n. you deserve so much more than that,” jihyo says as she lays you on your back before leaning over you, holding herself up with a hand next to your stomach as she traces a finger over the waistband of your sweatpants.

“let me make it up to you,” jihyo says, “i’ll make sure chaeyoung-ah behaves this time. you’ll feel so good, i promise.”

her finger traces up to your stomach, where her hand flattens against your abs. it moves further up, slipping underneath your crop top and pushing it up. jihyo bends down and kisses just above your belly button before moving to the side and kissing the bottom of your ribs, nipping softly.

you shift underneath her, a hand coming up to run through her hair. you feel her lips curl into a smile against your skin as she continues pressing kisses to your stomach and abs, her hand moving to bunch your shirt up more, tucking the end of it under your bra to keep it there before she traces a finger down to scratch at the space under your belly button but above your waistband.

you turn your gaze to chaeyoung, still sitting there, facing away from you and jihyo. she’s just barely squirming but you’d be willing to bet she’s even needier than before, hands itching to touch you.

“you were being so good earlier, y/n,” jihyo says. “just taking chaeyoung’s behavior. my good girl, always so willing and obedient for me. you waited so patiently for me.”

jihyo moves up, your legs widening to make room for her as she settles completely over you. she hums as she stares down at you, dipping to press a line of open-mouthed kisses up your neck.

she loves seeing you like this, putty in her hands. hers to do whatever she likes with. she loves that you give this to her, this control over you. the way you let her captivate you, the way you let her bring a hand up, an index finger tracing along your jaw, to your lip where she presses it against your lips. you open and her finger slips inside, your lips closing around it as you suck gently, your tongue flicking over the pad of it.

jihyo laughs lightly, “look at you, all mine to play with.” her smile turns more to a smirk as she adds, “chaengie could never, all that neediness just gets in her way. she’d never take care of you like this, too desperate to just get in your pants and fuck you.”

jihyo slides her finger out of your mouth and you take the opportunity to murmur, “i like it, though.”

jihyo laughs, her hand moving to cup your jaw, the slickness of her finger wet on your skin. “i know, baby. it’s cute, how much you just want to roll over and get fucked. like i said, so willing and obedient.”

she shifts, a knee coming up to press against your core. your eyebrows furrow as your mouth opens with a gasp, the bare minimum of relief nearly overpowering after who knows how long of waiting.

“see?” jihyo says. “the issue is that there’s a time and place, you know that as well as i do. but don’t worry, i mean it when i say i’ll make sure chaengie makes you feel good.”

with that, jihyo pulls back entirely, reaching to the nightstand to grab something.

she comes back and you realize it’s a silk tie. she lifts one of your hands, moving it above your head before going back for the other. she crawls to kneel beside your head, leaning over to wrap it around your wrists carefully and tie them to the headboard. she knots the tie slowly and methodically, checking that it won’t come undone but isn’t too tight.

“color?” she asks, a hand still holding your wrists, her thumb running over your forearm back and forth.

“green,” you say, looking up at her.

“good,” she murmurs gently, bending down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead before sitting back on her heels at your side.

you test the silk tie around your wrists, there’s barely any give. it’s so tight, with just enough room to allow for circulation. you shift on the bed, an idea of what jihyo’s planning on doing to you forming in your mind.

it was part of the plan, that it’s up to jihyo to decide what to do to you. she likes it like that, you guess, the control she has over you and chaeyoung, the way you both give yourselves to her. she really just wants you to feel good and she likes that you put your pleasure in her hands like this, letting her bind your wrists and talk so filthy.

“chaeyoung/ah,” jihyo says, “come here.”

chaeyoung turns and moves closer, eyes bouncing between you and jihyo.

“undress her,” jihyo says, her voice cold and sharp.

chaeyoung nods and moves closer to tug your sweatpants and panties down. you lift your hips to help her before she guides the fabric down your legs and throws your clothes off to the side. she reaches out to run a hand up your leg and jihyo reaches out, stopping her hand.

“i didn’t say you could touch her,” jihyo scolds.

“please,” chaeyoung murmurs, “i need her.”

“well, that’s not my problem, is it?” jihyo says, and chaeyoung shakes her head. jihyo clicks her tongue and tilts her head to the side. “use your words, chaeyoung. i know you can, you’ve been running your mouth all of practice, tormenting y/n, probably riling the poor thing up with no way of getting any relief.”

you shift where you lay, something about the way jihyo speaks to chaeyoung goes straight to your core. maybe it’s the sternness, maybe it’s the way the vein on jihyo’s neck stands out the more she scolds, maybe it’s the way she’s talking about you in that way.

she moves to kneel behind chaeyoung, that hand coming up to tug her head backwards by the hair, saying, “you like teasing her with so many people watching. it’s almost perverted, chaeyoung-ah. but you like it like that, don’t you?” jihyo smiles, staring down at you from over chaeyoung’s shoulder. “answer me.”

“yes,” chaeyoung groans, “i like it.”

“what do you like?”

“i like teasing her,” chaeyoung says, a visible flush creeping up the smooth curve of her neck. “i like doing it when she has to hide it. i like doing it when you can’t do anything about it. i like it when you’re angry. i like it when y/n is desperate. i like it when she lets me do what i want to her. i like it when she doesn’t care if people can see us.”

you can feel your cheeks burn at chaeyoung’s words, it’s filthy and yet it’s affecting you. it’s shameful and embarrassing and yet here you are, squirming and hands tied up and a pitiful whine forming in the back of your throat.

jihyo laughs, faux surprise on her face. “chaeyoung-ah,” she says, “when did i ever say you could do any of that?”

“you didn’t,” chaeyoung gasps, hands twitching at her sides.

“that’s right, i didn’t.” jihyo’s words are sickly sweet and cruel. she releases her hold on chaeyoung, telling her, “pants off.”

chaeyoung scrambles to strip herself of her pants and underwear. jihyo pulls chaeyoung in front of her, both of them kneeling between your legs before jihyo bends chaeyoung at the hips and pushes her down.

chaeyoung’s arms stop her fall and she hovers over you, her mouth falling open in surprise as jihyo harshly grips her hips. she hums, a palm running over the curve of chaeyoung’s ass.

she slides lower and slips a finger between chaeyoung’s folds, humming, “so wet, chaengie.”

it’s slick and warm, leaking out of her, and momentarily, jihyo sways out of the moment as she slips a finger inside. chaeyoung lets out a small noise, her eyes slamming shut.

“you’re so needy, chaeng,” jihyo says, her voice bordering on awed as she watches, transfixed, as she presses in and out with ease, finger already shiny with chaeyoung’s juices.

“it’s for you, all for you,” chaeyoung moans, head falling down as she shifts, a hand moving to rest on your hip, squeezing softly.

jihyo’s gaze slides up, tracing the curve of chaeyoung’s ass to the dip of her spine to the rippling muscles of her back as she squirms, bent over for jihyo.

jihyo can feel herself sinking back into it, her hand on chaeyoung’s hip moving to squeeze chaeyoung’s ass roughly. she blinks and the corner of her mouth curls into a smirk as she locks eyes with you.

“so desperate, chaengie,” jihyo murmurs, pulling her finger out of chaeyoung and tracing it over the skin of chaeyoung’s ass. her hand disappears for a second before slapping her, the noise loud and sharp. chaeyoung moans, rocking forward, her eyes screwed shut. her fingers on your hip tighten and a whimper escapes from your mouth.

“y/n, count them for me?” jihyo asks, and you nod, your core aching with need, wanting to rub your thighs together or grind on something, anything.

jihyo slaps chaeyoung again, on the other side. chaeyoung moans again and you count, “two.”

another slap.

“three.”

chaeyoung cries out, her hand holding herself up twists into the bedsheets, her nails digging into your hip. she bites down on her lip, she can feel her wetness dripping to the inside of her thigh as she whines with desperation.

the stinging in her ass hurts in the best way, with jihyo smoothing over her cheeks and shushing her, scolding her coldly, “this is what happens if you don’t do as i say, chaengie.”

then there’s another slap and you count, “four.”

chaeyoung cries out, her head turning to bite down on her arm to muffle her noises. you can see jihyo smirk down at you, realizing just what chaeyoung is doing. she clicks her tongue disapprovingly.

“if you’re that ashamed of your noises, chaeyoung, why don’t you just put your mouth to use and eat out y/n?”

your hips press upwards at the thought of it and chaeyoung nods, scooting backwards before switching to hold herself up on an elbow, her hand on your hip moving to wrap around your leg and part your folds.

chaeyoung barely pauses before licking from your entrance up to your clit.

you surge upwards, crying out in relief and stimulation. you tangle your fingers in the sheets behind you to keep them there as chaeyoung’s tongue circles your clit before sucking the bud into her mouth.

you could cry at the feeling, how overwhelming it is. you turn your head, pressing your mouth against the soft skin of your arm as chaeyoung dips lower, her tongue teasing your hole for a split second before entering, lapping up your wetness, groaning at the taste.

jihyo smiles as she watches, hands still rubbing soft circles into the angry, red skin of chaeyoung’s ass.

chaeyoung slips her arm from around your leg to slide two fingers inside of you.

“fuck!” you cry out, clenching hard around chaeyoung as your back arches.

there’s a loud, hard slap and chaeyoung nearly screams, her mouth falling open against you.

“five,” you choke out, even though you’re half-convinced jihyo isn’t listening.

jihyo reaches out, digging her fingers in chaeyoung’s hair to pull her head off of you, nearly growling, “did i say you could use fingers?”

“no,” chaeyoung groans, her half-lidded eyes staring down at you.

“then why did you?”

“i need her,” chaeyoung cries, “i wanna fuck her, i wanna make her come. i’ve been waiting so long, please, just let me fuck her.”

“no,” jihyo says and reaches down grabbing chaeyoung’s hand, pulling her out of you.

you whimper at the loss, your hips shifting. jihyo spares you a glance and says, “i know, baby, it’ll feel good in a second, okay? thank you for being so patient.”

jihyo maneuvers chaeyoung’s hand to her back, low on her spine. jihyo keeps one hand holding it there and her other reaches to lightly rub chaeyoung’s shoulder.

“color, chaeyoung-ah?” jihyo prompts.

“green,” chaeyoung murmurs.

“good, thank you,” jihyo says quietly and ducks to press a kiss to the middle of chaeyoung’s back before straightening and slapping her ass again, just as hard as the last time, and chaeyoung screams.

“six,” you say and jihyo grins at you, her hand rubbing over chaeyoung’s stinging skin.

“so good for me, y/n, doing just what i say.” she reaches down with her second hand—the first still pressing chaeyoung’s hand against her back—and wretches chaeyoung’s head up to look at you. “see, chaeyoung-ah, this is how good girls behave. this is how obedience works, you do what i say and i make you feel good. you don’t do what i say, and i spank you until you cry, understood?”

chaeyoung whimpers in response, and jihyo tightens her hold, saying in a low voice, “words, i need words. do you understand me or not?”

“i understand, i understand,” chaeyoung cries out in a broken voice.

“good, now eat y/n out like the fucking slut you are,” jihyo growls and releases her hold on chaeyoung’s hair.

chaeyoung is on you instantly, sucking and working her tongue on your clit.

you moan, hips pressing upwards, forcing chaeyoung to adjust, her second arm jerking towards your hips until her can grip you hip, her elbow pressing into the mattress with the weight of her upper body.

jihyo can’t deny just how much she likes chaeyoung like this, essentially a rag doll, ass in the air and face in your pussy, eating you out like she’s starving.

jihyo slides her hand between chaeyoun’s thighs, slipping a finger into her entrance. chaeyoung groans against you as jihyo presses that spot deep inside of her.

the coil in your stomach tightens the longer chaeyoung laps at your pussy, whimpering and whining around your clit as jihyo continues fucking her slowly.

you get even closer to the edge, your head pressing against the side of your arm, moaning and squirming underneath chaeyoung. jihyo slips her fingers out of chaeyoung to roughly circle her clit, the slickness making it easy.

chaeyoung’s body seizes above you, her nails digging into your hip so hard it borders on painful, her tongue faltering momentarily before she resumes her ministrations on your clit, somehow growing more and more desperate the more jihyo pushes her to her orgasm.

“i’m close,” you choke out, hands gripping the silk tie, tugging at it as your hips press upwards. jihyo grins at you, releasing chaeyoung’s hand from her back to insert two fingers inside her soaked pussy, sliding in easily. chaeyoung moans right as she sucks your clit into her mouth. you feel the vibrations of her noise on your clit and your mouth falls open in a silent scream, your back arching off the mattress as the coil in your stomach explodes. your body tenses, your hands pulling the silk ties taut, your legs trying to hard to snap closed around chaeyoung’s head.

chaeyoung pulls away to watch you come, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“i didn’t say you could stop,” jihyo says, fucking harshly into chaeyoung, who ducks her head back down and continues licking at your clit despite you still being mid-orgasm. you moan brokenly, sensitivity making your body spasm and tense.

chaeyoung is close to her own orgasm, the way jihyo’s fingers press against all the right places, her fingers working her clit, the sting in her ass that hasn’t quite faded—all of it pushes her closer and closer. she just needs a little more, she whines helplessly against you, starting to fuck herself backwards on jihyo’s fingers. just a little more, until she—

jihyo pulls out of her entirely and chaeyoung moans in anguish, crying out, “no, no, please, jihyo, please, i wanna come, please.”

“too bad,” jihyo says, hands on chaeyoung’s hips, guiding her into position before pulling back and slapping her ass once again. chaeyoung gasps, rocking forward.

“how many is that, y/n?” jihyo asks.

“seven,” you say, your voice dazed and eyes half-lidded as you watch chaeyoung press her face against the inside of your thigh. her mouth and chin are shiny with your juices, her eyes glassy and staring at your pussy in desire. you shift and turn your gaze to jihyo, who glances at you and smiles softly.

“feeling ready for more?” she asks and you nod. she hums and rubs chaeyoung’s ass. “color, chaeyoung-ah?”

“green,” chaeyoung murmurs, voice husky with need.

“eat her out,” jihyo orders, her voice betraying a hint of gentleness as chaeyoung adjusts her position, legs moving further back and slightly wider.

you moan at the first stripe of chaeyoung’s tongue on you, one of her hands still holding your hips down and the other moving to slide her index finger in you, twisting to curl up and press that spot that makes your toes curl into the sheets. chaeyoung adds another finger and you moan at the feeling.

jihyo makes a tutting noise and you gasp, frantically saying, “no, jihyo, please, let her fuck me, i need it, she feels so good.”

jihyo’s mouth twitches as she considers, watching how your eyes widen, cheeks and neck flushed red, your hands tugging on the silk tie binding you to the bed. your desperation is cute, but it’s the way that you moan as chaeyoung’s fingers thrust deeper that convinces jihyo.

“okay,” she says and goes with it, gently praising, “look at you, y/n-nie, taking her fingers so well.”

there’s a brief pause as jihyo watches chaeyoung fuck you, her thrusts and tongue slowly growing in speed.

“i wonder if you can take another,” jihyo prompts.

you nod, groaning, “i can.”

chaeyoung smiles against you, her fingers slipping out only to push back in with three. she curls them upwards and you moan, your pussy stretching to accommodate.

“that’s my good girl,” jihyo coos. “letting chaeyoung fuck you so well. how does it feel?”

“good,” you gasp, hands straining against the ties. “fuck, it feels so good.”

jihyo hums again, her hand drifting closer to chaeyoung’s core, close enough to brush against her. chaeyoung whines, her hips moving back, seeking relief. jihyo indulges her momentarily, a finger swiping through her folds to flick up and down on her clit.

chaeyoung moans against you, her fingers thrusting roughly, making your eyes slam closed as your hip surge upwards. it’s intoxicating, the sheer need that rolls of chaeyoung, the way jihyo rolls her clit between her fingers only serving to encourage chaeyoung in fucking you harder.

jihyo’s index finger slips from chaeyoung’s clit to her entrance, dipping shallowly inside before slipping out and tracing around. chaeyoung whines, her voice high-pitched and airy as her hips pressing against jihyo’s hand on her hip, unable to grind backwards for more friction.

it feels like your orgasm comes sooner this time as you gasp and writhe, moans tumbling out of your mouth as chaeyoung pushes you to the edge. she doesn’t even stop, fingers curling inside of you and sucking your clit in her mouth, and your second orgasm crashes into you.

your eyes squeeze closed, your mouth falling open as your back arches once again, hips grinding desperately as chaeyoung fucks you straight through it, maybe even harder. jihyo continues just barely teasing her, a finger barely on her clit, more of an idea than anything.

it’s mesmerizing, the way your hands tug hopelessly on the silk ties, body convulsing, crying out as chaeyoung just keeps fucking you, her hips wanting more from jihyo.

jihyo reaches down to grip chaeyoung’s hair at the root to pull her away from you, her second hand drifting from her pussy to her back, guiding it into an arch underneath her. “let y/n come down,” jihyo murmurs softly, her hand rubbing chaeyoung’s back, nails scratching softly.

chaeyoung cries in jihyo’s hold, slipping her fingers out of you obediently. you let out a low whine at the loss, and your chest heaves as the last of your orgasm finally fades.

jihyo’s hand runs from chaeyoung’s back to her pussy, entering her roughly with two fingers. chaeyoung cries out, her eyes slamming closed as jihyo fucks her hard and fast, letting go of her hair to reach around and rub harshly at her clit. chaeyoung tenses, rocking herself backward to fuck herself on jihyo’s fingers in time with her thrusts. her own hand finds your clit, her thumb rubbing mindlessly on it. you clench your teeth, groaning, hands straining on the ties as your body shudders.

almost too soon after jihyo starts fucking chaeyoung, she backs off completely and chaeyoung moans pathetically, calling out, “no, jihyo, please, keep going.”

without a word, jihyo climbs off the bed and picks up another item from the top of her nightstand. you turn your head and watch as she puts on the harness for her strap. a laugh escapes you as you watch her slide the dildo into place. she picks up the bottle of lube and squeezes some into hand, lathering it on the dildo as she gets back on the bed, crawling back behind chaeyoung.

“please,” chaeyoung mewls desperately. You laugh again, chaeyoung’s hopeless oblivion about what’s to come almost cute as her thumb keeps working against your clit, the last of your laugh turning into a moan at a particularly rough stroke when jihyo runs the dildo through chaeyoung’s folds. chaeyoung moans when she realizes what it is, her hips grinding down in need.

“color?” jihyo asks.

“green.” chaeyoung’s voice is ruined with need, whiny and begging for it.

jihyo enters chaeyoung roughly, not bothering to let chaeyoung get used to the size. chaeyoung cries out, her head pressing against your thigh as jihyo’s hands hold onto her hips, pulling back out only to bury herself to the hilt once again. chaeyoung’s groan breaks off into a silent scream, her mouth falling open and jihyo sets a rough pace, a hand reaching out to push her head down to your dripping pussy.

“you know what to do, chaeyoung-ah,” jihyo grunts and chaeyoung’s tongue is back on you, licking and sucking your clit messily, whining at the back of her throat from jihyo’s relentless pounding.

it’s when one of jihyo’s hands moves from chaeyoung’s hip to rub at her clit that the stimulation gets to be overwhelming, pushing her close to tears just before jihyo pulls out and palms her ass roughly. she slaps her hard and growls, “how many, y/n?”

chaeyoung lets out a choked sob against you, wetness dripping out of her, her tongue on your clit never stopping as you choke out, “eight,” the edge of your orgasm creeping up yet again.

“good girl,” jihyo says and shoves her strap back into chaeyoung. she lets out a cry, her nails digging into your hip as your back arches with jihyo’s praise, the gentleness contrasting her movements to such a degree it’s hard to keep track.

chaeyoung can feel her orgasm approaching quickly, the feel of jihyo’s strap fucking into her roughly, the way jihyo’s hips hit her backside with every thrust, the noise of it filthy in chaeyoung’s ears. she laps at your pussy, addicted to the taste, the way jihyo wants her like this, pleasuring you, pushing you to orgasm. jihyo’s strap stretches her out, hitting every inch of her walls. it’s mind-numbingly overwhelming in the greatest way, the fogginess of her brain only making sense of how good it feels to be jihyo’s toy, completely hers to use, to get you off as tears fill her eyes.

so of course jihyo disappears a second later, pulling out completely and never thrusting back, her chest heaving as she halts her movements. she sits back on her heels as chaeyoung cries out, her orgasm just within reach but not quite there. she cries out against you, tears spilling over and down her cheeks as her walls clench on nothing, her clit swollen with unsatiated need.

jihyo laughs, watching how you moan brokenly; chaeyoung amidst her anguish still pathetically working at your clit, needing to make you feel good.

it’s when you start losing track of how many times you’ve come that you can barely make sense of anything other than jihyo’s words, murmuring softly, “you’re doing so well, y/n-nie, coming so many times for us, just as we asked.”

your mouth hangs opens, body spasming in oversensitivity as chaeyoung keeps going yet again, not letting you come down all the way. “please,” you whine, your voice broken and ruined, “i can’t.” you’re only half aware of what you’re saying as you beg, “too much, please.”

jihyo hums, slowing her thrusts down as she runs her hands over chaeyoung’s back. she watches your body convulse on the bed, hands gripping the silk ties tightly as your hips twitch away from chaeyoung’s greedy mouth.

“one more,” jihyo tells you softly. “chaeyoung-ah, be a good girl and make y/n come one last time and i’ll let you come too.”

chaeyoung whines long and loud, eating you out with a renewed fervor. you scream, back arching off the bed with a sob, the intensity of chaeyoung sucking your clit into her mouth making you groan and shake on the bed, your feet digging into the bed as chaeyoung never lets up.

your orgasm hits you almost out of the blue, the sheer force of it making you black out for a split second as your entire body tenses, muscle contracting and flexing as your mouth drops open, ragged moans spilling out in time with how your body shudders.

before it fades, jihyo leans further over chaeyoung, angling her strap in such a way that she hits just perfectly deep inside chaeyoung to make her gasp and moan. jihyo slides a hand around chaeyoung’s waist to rub at her clit harshly, making chaeyoung’s arms collapse out from under her. she lands on top of you, her forehead on your stomach as jihyo doesn’t stop, roughly fucking into chaeyoung, grunting with the force of her thrusts.

chaeyoung can feel the coil in her stomach tightening, her orgasm in sight yet again. Her tears never let up with how good it feels as she’s pushed closer and closer. jihyo keeps going, grunting out “come for me, chaeyoung-ah,” and a sob rips its way out of chaeyoung’s chest as her orgasm crescendos into her, everything going blank for a long moment as every bit of pressure explodes low in her stomach, waves of continuous pleasure crashing into her throughout her body.

and when her body finally falls limp, jihyo pulls out carefully, apologizing quietly when chaeyoung whimpers.

you watch through glassy eyes as jihyo takes the strap off and places it on the nightstand before leaving and coming back a minute later with two glasses of water. she sets them down on the nightstand as well, then gets back on the bed to guide chaeyoung on her back and at the head of the bed next to you.

chaeyoung rolls onto her side, tucking her head in the space between your shoulder and neck. you wrap an arm around her shoulders and tug her closer, pressing a kiss to her head. jihyo smiles at you and leans in, pressing a chaste kiss of her own to your cheek, before doing the same to chaeyoung.

“i have water for you both right here,” jihyo says quietly, her voice warm and kind. “is there anything else i can get for you?”

“hold me?” chaeyoung asks in a small voice and jihyo does so immediately, moving in behind chaeyoung to spoon her. you lift your arm off of her so jihyo can press in against chaeyoung, her arm reaching over to rest on your stomach. your arm comes back down, this time wrapping around jihyo’s shoulders.

chaeyoung sighs, relaxing into the both of you as she murmurs, “we should do that again, sometime.”

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All Of Me

title : All Of Me

pairing : Jimin x Reader

genre : enemies to lovers, kpop smut, dirty talking

warning : Doggystyle, deepthroating, choking, hair pulling, dirty talking, spitting, missionary, pu$$y eating, edging, very dirty content

Summary : Very unsure of how it’ll turn out for Y/N, she finally faces the truth and Jimin soon faces it out for her himself. By also facing the truth.

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“Y/N … you’re overreacting” “And how so?” “Y/N you haven’t texted anyone at all in 3 days, you’ve isolated yourself completely! What’s really going on!?” “Oh i thought i was overreacting?” Lisa sighed in defeat, as i went back to watching my show and finishing my food. But she paused it, looking at me making me sigh in defeat. “I’m your best friend .. we are all, your best friend. What’s going on?” “Yall aren’t my best friend” “WELL I AM GODAMNIT SO WHATS GOING ON!?”

I sighed, giving in as i put my bow down. “I’m afraid, ok? I tend to do this when i’m in the mode” Lisa sighed, scooting closer as she laid a hand on my thigh, rubbing her thumb comfortingly. “I know you, i know you can get. Which is why i was the first to come here and make sure you’re ok” I sighed, a soft smile appearing on my face. “Just feel like it’s best for everyone” “Yea, i get it .. but you wasn’t gonna get away with it with me. We’re going,” she put a flyer on the table, making me look at all the details.

“To BamBam’s party tonight. It’s saturday, good vibes .. and if you don’t want me with them then i will do that ok? I’m here for you” I smiled again, sighing for the 3rd time. “You don’t have too … i’ll go myself?” “Oh I’m definitely going with you” “Actually, who’s all gonna be there?” “Campus! Everyone! Including Joon, Jin, Hobi, Yoongi, Tae, Rosie, Jihyo, Chae, and Jimin” i froze at that name, sighing shakily as i looked away. “Umm .. you ok?” “Hm? Oh uh .. do i have to go?” “Y/N - wait ..” “I really don’t have to go i mean - i’ll be fine!” “You … CHAN Y/N!” My eyes widened, not daring to break eye contact.

“IT MAKES SENSE! Oh we’re definitely” I sighed right before the doorbell rung, causing Lisa to get up and open the door. I caught a glimpse of who it was and i immediately made my way to the kitchen before her voice made me stop my tracks. “Y/N” i huffed, turning around and made eye contact with the 6’0 man. “Y/N” “Namjoon” “Is she still not talking to me?” “She isn’t talking to anyone .. if i didn’t come here she wouldn’t be talking to me either” Lisa answered, opening up the door for him.

“Why are you here?” “You know i would never EVER put you in a situation to hurt you, Y/N. You mean the WORLD to me! And i am NOT the one to ignore, you know better than that” I huffed at Namjoon’s aggression. Joon was always the type to get me in check, in situations like this .. he would never go more than a week without making things right. Specially came down to me. “Do i though? Or did Jin send you here so he can get a pass too?” “Jin doesn’t make me do anything, i came here because i miss you and i care! Hobi wanted to come here first but you know me .. i beat him to it” Lisa chuckled and i put on a soft smile.

“I’m big bro for life, never forget that” Tears came in my eyes as Joon pulled me in for a tight hug. This is why he’s big bro for life. “You told her bout the party?” “Oh yea .. and she’s DEF going” we all laughed at Lisa’s answer. They calmed me down, setting me on the couch as we talked about the party. “I told her i would stay with her until she was comfortable to be around them again” “If you’re gonna do it i will too” “Joon you don’t have too” “i’m going too .. i’m not leaving you by yourself” I smiled at the both of them, kicking joon playfully making us laugh. “So .. you and Jimin huh?” i scoffed, putting down my drink. “.. I don’t know”

Jimin POV

“I still can’t believe that bastard LEFT ME to see her! I still don’t understand why he didn’t take me along with!?” “You do realize Y/N is the type to not take all at once. I’m surprised Joon hasn’t came back yet” I sighed, scrunching my hair in my hands as i thought about what could be happening. They didn’t even let me go .. which angers me. Because i wanted to go first.

“Yall upset? I WANTED TO GO BEFORE ALL OF YALL!” “Now you know damn well how that would’ve turned out” “SO LET IT TURN OUT! I know what i’m doing - that’s why we’re going to that damn party tonight because i know Lisa all too well, and i know that she’s already convinced her to go so guess what im about to do” I expressed, huffing as i plopped back down in the stool seat. I’m pissed. “W-Well let’s just sit and calm down ok? She’s not that pissed .. right?”

Hobi’s phone rung, making him pick it up and look at the caller ID. “Who?” “Joon” he responded as i got up and went beside him and he answered the phone. “Joon?” “Hey .. she’s doing ok guys, we convinced her to come to the party” Me and hobi looked at each other as i looked at him with my ‘i told you so’ face. “Alright .. tell her i said i love her, we all love her .. and ill meet you when we’re getting ready” “Rodger that” he hung up, making us sigh as i leaned against the counter. “I know one thing,” i started, sitting up and looked at Hobi.

“It’s about to get reaaaaal truthful in this peace” I finished before leaving the kitchen and into the living room. Oh REAL truthful.

Time Skip

-Party-

“Guys … this is crowded, than crowded” We walked in and the house is packed. To the bone. “Our campus isn’t that big” “Well no shit obviously he invited like one other campus” I responded to Rose, pushing past the group gently to get a good look at the environment, looking for one person. I soon spotted Joon, then Lisa, then Y/N. I locked eyes with her, seeing her pupils widen a little before looking away, i knew exactly. “You see them?” “Yea they over there” I responded to Hobi, still looking at her. She was gorgeous. Hobi’s phone started to ring, seeing Joon’s contact.

“Hello?” “Yea we’re here” “Us too .. i wanna go over there, ask Y/N if she’s ok with that” I soon saw Y/N’s eyes dart to where we were. “Hey man .. can i go !?” I asked Joon as i took it from Hobi. “Jimin you know how this goes” I sighed, rolling my eyes as anger rose in me. That’s ok .. i got a better plan anyway. “Hobi come” We fist bumped before he went over there. “I know you’re upset” “HELL YEA! But that’s ok , i got a better plan anyway” I answered Tae, us going to the rest.

Y/N POV

I’m sipping the drink they handed me as “Blick Sum” by Latto blasted in the house. I soon felt a presence, a familiar, joyful presence that made me turn around and saw Hobi slowly approaching us. I sighed, gulping as tears wanted to form, but i held myself together. “Hey.. Y/N” i smiled, sighing as i looked into his sorrow eyes. “Hey hobi” His eyes started to tear up, looking away as he held it together. He’s such an emotional soul … that’s why i love him so much. “H-Hope you’re holding up well” Hoseok crocked out, taking a big sigh as i continued to smile at him.

“Come here” He immediately ran into my arms as i hugged him tightly. He gives the best hugs. “I’m sorry i-i didn’t think it’ll end like this and -“ “Shhh it’s ok, you’re ok” I squeezed him before letting him go and he wiped his tears. “Y-You’re not mad?” “Never at you .. i love you too much” We both smiled as Lisa came beside me to hold me. “Where are the others?” “WE’RE HERE!” I heard Rose’s voice ring in my ear as i turned and her and Chanmi came running into my arms, hearing chanmi sniffle as i hugged them tight. “We missed you” “We apologize i mean we didn’t think you were gonna do this and -“ “Shh .. i missed my girls” They hugged me, wiping their eyes.

“Oh, Jin” “My child oh my god” Jin hugged me next, feeling the warm embrace of him. “I love you dearly, and you know that” “Of course i do, and promise .. it’s behind me” I said softly , feeling his wam hands cup my red cheeks. “I MISSED YOU GIRL! I GOT DRUNK ALONE!” “Finally off my back now that everything is good again” “I missed you the most yoongles” i hugged them both as i ruffled Tae’s hair. “Now that you’re back, you can finally go back to my workout lessons” “I should smack you upside your head with that dumbbell” We laughed as me and Kook did our handshake and he hugged me like a little baby making me chuckle.

The rest came, hugging me as we talked and had conversation. “Hey Hobi where is the keys -“ I locked eyes with the person i least expected to see , my eyes narrowing the more i held contact. “So i see you all, comforted ?” “Get the keys” Hobi handed it to Jimin as he still chose to stare me down. “Where’s my hug at?” “You don’t get one” “Awwh why? I want one! I haven’t heard from you in weeks” “That’s good” i spat at him, handing my drink to Yoongi as i got up and walked away. He’s lucky he’s cute.

Author POV

Jimin watched her leave, letting her go for a little bit. “Oh don’t tell me you’re just gonna sit there and let her go” “You know better” Jimin responded to Kook, fist bumping Hobi before slowly walking towards where Y/N stormed herself at. He found her talking to someone, his eyes lowering figuring out it was a male. Jimin’s plan popped up in his head, slowly walking towards to where they were and slowly appeared behind her. “You mind if you move away?” Jimin asked, not really asking. More like demanding.

The guy went away within a heartbeat, Y/N glaring at Jimin before trying to escape, but Jimin was faster. He grabbed her arm turning her around as his eyes never left hers. “What Jimin” “Why are you acting this way?” “Like what !?” “LIKE YOU DONT CARE!” Jimin yelled at Y/N , having her token back at the sudden move. “LIKE YOU DONT GIVE A FUCK!? Not a care in the world! I FUCKING SUFFERED!” “WELL I SUFFERED TO GODAMN IT I KNOW HOW IM FEELING” “Oh trust me i know how you’re feeling, YOU’RE JUST TO STUBBORN TO KNOW I FEEL THE SAME WAY!” Y/N gulped, her eyes softening a little.

“I LOVE YOU .. LONG ENOUGH! IVE BEEN DOWNING THE DAMN TRUTH DOWN MY FUCKING THROAT FOR LONG ENOUGH!” Jimin continued to yell, seeing her eyes soften. “I let it out, because i know you’re still downing it too … when are you gonna look at me differently? Y/N …” Jimin trailed off, sighing to himself before slowly past her. But Y/N was quicker. She pulled him by his arm and they were inches.

“Show me … show me that YOU care” Y/N whispered aggressively at Jimin, her hands drawing his black hair back, seeing Jimin’s eyes turn hungry and lustful. “There’s a lot of things that i rather not speak about but if there’s one thing i would say, daddy,” she started, hearing Jimin’s breath hitch at the nickname as she kissed the corner of his lips softly. “Is that you reminded me who i was” That broke Jimin.

And you’re wondering, how so? Let me give you a little background.

~~~~~

“Fuckkkk oh my god just like that, just like that daddy yes! Yes!” Jimin hungrily sucked her pussy, slobbering and biting all over as his moans vibrated her. “Yea you like that, you like me deep in it yea? That pussy missed me, i know that pussy miss me huh” Y/N moaned at the dirty words, pushing her head back as Jimin continued to suck her out like no tomorrow. “This is a-amazing, fuck .. i wanna cum” “Oh you wanna cum for daddy? You wanna cum for me baby?” “Yess daddy yes please, let me cum in your mouth please!” “Cum for me baby, you can do it” Y/N moans got louder and soon exploded in his mouth, feeling his hums vibrate against her.

“Seems like you haven’t forgotten” “Of course i haven’t” Jimin smirked, taking both tits in his hand, sucking them gently having Y/N moan softly at the sensitivity. He gave them attention for a while, going up to her neck and sucked on her sweet spot hearing her moan louder than before. “Ooou fuck!” “There you go, my good girl” Y/N whimpered at the praise, feeling his lips connect with hers once again as he rubbed his tip against her entrance. “You’re gonna put it in?” “I’m gonna put it in, and you’re gonna take it all like a good girl, understand?” “Yes” “Yes what” “Yes daddy” “Good girl”

He put it all the way in, hearing him hiss at the pleasure and Y/N grab his arms clawing her fingers in his skin. “Fuck .. you grew, shit” “And you got tighter, looks like i need to loosen her a little bit” He did a couple of thrusts, making her yelp at the sudden move. “Give me a warning first!” “Fuck it” He snapped his hips, making her back arched as he pounded into her pussy with no mercy. “It feels so good, so fucking good!” “You like that shit? You fucking bitch i don’t wanna hear anyone could fuck you like this you understand? You belong to me” He turned me around, grabbing me by the hips and keeping his pace like before.

Never knew how much Y/N missed this till now.

“I don’t know if i’m gonna last long, I think i’m close, daddy!” “You’re gonna cum? You’re gonna cum for me again hm? Feel that dick, you got it” His pace slowed a little but his thrusts became powerful, having a ball of hair wrapped around his hand leaving her back arched. Y/N just knew they wasn’t done. “I’m cumming .. i’m cumming - Daddy!” She was lost of words, she didn’t know what to say. “That’s my good girl come for daddy baby, gimme that nut” Jimin went faster and She soon soaked his cock, jolting and shaking at the intense orgasm as Jimin chuckled in victory.

“Good girl, that’s my good girl” He pushed her back in, his pace consistent as his high was almost reached. “Cum in me .. daddy i-in me” Y/N whimpered, looking behind her as she tightened her pussy around his cock making him hiss. “Fuck .. fuck you know how to get me” “Please cum in me, daddy please, i need you. I need you daddy please” “There you go good girl - fuck i’m cummin” He got more aggressive and soon came inside her, his pace slowing down but his thrusts got more powerful, pushing his cum deep inside her. “That’s my good girl, good job take all of it” Y/N clenched around him, squeezing more cum outta him hearing him moan softly at the action.

“Fuck, yes good girl baby. Such a good slut for me yea?” Y/N moaned softly at the praise, feeling his kisses down her back and to her cheek. “You wanna stop?” He asked gently, turning her on her back she felt the gentle kisses down her jawline. “N-No .. no - i still need you” “I know baby i know it’s been so long, it’s been so long i’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything” She kissed him, cutting him off as they spent the time kissing on each other.

They needed this, consider, everything that’s happen between them.

“I don’t wanna go back, i need you. I want you - start over with me .. lemme give you a chance to look at me differently, give you all of me” Y/N smiled, kissing him softly before connecting her forehead with his. “I already have” Jimin smiled, his eyes disappearing as the two enjoyed the heartfelt moment, connecting their lips once more. Jimin loved every single moment. “Will you be mine?” Y/N hummed, rubbing his cock with her foot making Jimin’s body jolt a little. “I’ll consider” He smirked, flipping her over her stomach. “How about now?” She chuckled nervously, feeling him softly kiss the outside of her ear.

“I-I guess i’ll consider”

[coldfanbou]

Daddy's Girl

So I'll be honest this piece was just me having some fun with the concept of Jihyo being submissive and calling OC daddy. There's self-degradation, a bit of a titjob, the daddy kink of course. Enjoy if that's what you like. Also, I couldn't think of a title.

Length 1.2K

Jihyo x Mreader

Jihyo skipped around the store; as you turned back to look at her, you saw her large breasts bouncing as she went from one foot to the other. Her hair clips and short hair gave her a youthful appearance that clashed against her mature body. She notices something on one of the shelves as you turn the corner. "Daddy! Can I get this?" She yelled. Immediately you turn and dash over. 

"Jihyo, I told you not to call me that in public." 

"But daddy, I want you to get me this." She says as she pulls a pack of balloons shaped like pigs from the store shelf.

"If you stop calling me that, I'll get it for you." 

"Okay, honey." You sigh as she grabs your arm and pulls you along. You never expected Jihyo to be the type to act like this, but you found out pretty quickly. The rest of your shopping trip went smoothly, and as you returned home, Jihyo looked through her bags for her balloons. "Daddy, where are they?" 

"Check the big bag."

"I can't find it." 

"We'll find it when we get home." Arriving home, you carry nearly all the bags, so you don't have to make another trip to the car. Once inside, Jihyo immediately starts looking for her balloons. When she finds them, she rips the packaging and pulls one out.

"Daddy, look how well I can use my mouth." She says as she inflates the balloon quickly. You couldn't help but chuckle at her comment. 

Turning around to look at Jihyo, her cheeks are full of air as she continues to fill the balloon with air. "I already know you can use your mouth well." You respond. At your comment, Jihyo loses focus; the balloon flies from her hand and zips around the room as the air inside rushes out.

"Daddy!" Jihyo is annoyed that her hard work has gone to waste.

"Don't use that tone with me, Jihyo."

"But!" 

"Don't test me." 

"Daddy's a meanie." You both laugh, knowing what the other is thinking.

"That’s it, Jihyo, you're getting punished." You sit down on the couch and pat your thighs.

"Don't be mean, Daddy."

"You know the rules, Jihyo." Without any resistance, Jihyo lays across your lap. You pull down her fuzzy pajama bottoms revealing her bare ass. Your hand rubs firmly against her ass before you pull back and give it a harsh smack. You follow it up with another quick smack.

Jihyo whines from the hit. "Not so rough, Daddy."

"Are you going to be a good girl?"

"I'll be a good girl Daddy; I will."

"You're going to need to prove it." Letting go of Jihyo, she assumes position in front of you. As she pulls down your pants and boxers in one smooth motion, her small hand takes hold of your cock, giving it a few strokes. "Daddy's already so hard." Jihyo inches closer to your cock, sticking her tongue out and licking the head. Her tongue waves side to side along the tip of your cock. Jihyo's eyes observe you, seeing if her actions draw any reaction. When they don't, she takes in the head of your cock; her tongue swirls around it slowly as she strokes your shaft. "I love Daddy's cock; it's the only one for me." She mumbles as she works the tip of your cock. 

"You're such a good girl; you know exactly what Daddy likes." You moan

Jihyo stops stroking your shaft to lift her long sleeve; her big tits hang nicely and bounce as she does. "Do you want me to use my big tits to massage your hard cock, Daddy?"

"You know I do."

"Daddy's so naughty." Jihyo removed her shirt, her brown nipples erect as she looked up at you with an innocent face. As she places your cock between her breasts, she licks your tip. With a shiver down your spine, you moan her name. Jihyo smiles as she presses her tit together; as she starts to stroke your cock with them, she laughs. "Daddy really loves my tits."

"Of course I do; they're soft."

"I make sure to moisturize them every day just for you, Daddy." 

"You're such a good girl, Jihyo, such a good girl." You moan as your brain starts to shut down from the pleasure. "Daddy's going to cum soon," you warn.

"I want to drink all of Daddy's warm cum,"

"You can have it all, Jihyo," you respond. Jihyo's mouth latches onto the tip of your cock as she continues to work the length of your cock with her soft breasts. She moves faster as your cock begins to throb. Soon she stops moving her breasts and forces more of your cock into her mouth. You let go and start filling Jihyo’s mouth, cum leaks from the corners of her mouth and runs down her cheeks.  Jihyo drinks every bit that she can. Using her tongue to gather any cum on your cock as she leaves. Jihyo wipes her cheeks with her fingers, collecting any stray cum and then cleaning her fingers. She opens her mouth to show you she didn't leave a drop. "You did a great job Jihyo. I think you deserve a reward."

"Does that mean-"

"Yes, it does," you say as you cut her off. 

Jihyo peppers you with kisses, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, daddy!" She grabs your hand and runs to the bedroom. Throwing herself on the bed, Jihyo raises her ass for you and uses her right hand to spread her wet lips. "Come on, Daddy! I want it!" 

As you get in position behind her, you ask, "What's the magic word?"

"Plea-ah!" Before she can finish, you drive your cock into Jihyo. As her ass presses against your pelvis, you smack it. "Daddy, don't just leave it inside. Move!"

"Don't rush things just yet, Jihyo." You slowly pull out before thrusting your cock back in. Jihyo's body jerks forward, her tits swaying. "Tell me how much you like Daddy's cock."

As you slam against Jihyo's body, she starts, "I love how Daddy's cock feels in my pussy. I-fuck, I need Daddy's cock more." Jihyo's moans increase in intensity as you speed up. "Fuck me! I want Daddy to plow my little pussy. I only want Daddy's cock; Daddy's cock is the only one for me. Ah! Fuck!” Jihyo started to slur her words as you continued fucking her. “Daddy, I want you to fuck me until I'm just a little cumdump! I'm Daddy's cumdump! I'm Daddy's cumdump!" She screamed as your cock moved through her pussy, knocking against her womb. 

"You're my good little girl Jihyo," you said through gritted teeth. "You're all mine, and I'm going to fill you with all the cum you could ever want." A few more thrusts, and you decide to ram your cock as deep as possible. At the entrance of her womb, you pour your cum into her. Jihyo's body gives out, and you hold onto her hips to keep her ass up.

"Thank you for the cum Daddy," you can hear her repeating as you get closer to her face. You fall on your side, bringing Jihyo with you. 

"You're such a good girl, Jihyo. Daddy loves you."

"I love you too, Daddy." Jihyo has a soft smile as she drifts off into a long slumber with your cock still buried in her.

[sockminz]

TFW! — 03. friendship circle

the smell of alcohol and smoke filled y/n’s lungs as she walked into the party, seokmin and dino in tow. hoshi had run ahead of them, and was now raiding the snack table with great fervor. the english major could make out minnie with her gear on a raised platform, some upbeat rendition of a troye sivan song she couldn’t remember the title of was playing.

“i’ll be right back! gotta find vernon real quick.” chan said, throwing a half hearted wave behind his shoulder already walking away from his two friends. y/n rolled her eyes, knowing the boy was going off in search of some weed. seokmin turned to her, biting his lip with shifty eyes.

“miyeon told me to look for her when we got here—” he leaned in y/n’s direction. “this could be your chance dude!” waving a lanky arm in the general direction of the dance floor, seokmin grabbed y/n’s arm before dragging her along.

“wait, what? you talked to her?” the girl said, worry evident in her voice. she wasn’t prepared mentally for this!

“uh, yeah? well, she texted me first. said she had something to talk about.” the taller boy mentioned, eyes scanning the room for any sign of the queen bee. he looked to his friend for a moment before asking, “are you scared?”

the girl scoffed, yanking her arm away. “no! how could you ask that? i’m fine! totally fine!” she laughed awkwardly, eyes rapidly exploring the room for miyeon. maybe if she spotted her, she could get away just in time.

“you came here so you could talk to her. now is your time to shine, my friend!” a wild grin took over the boy’s face as he finally spotted miyeon, who was now making her way over to the duo. y/n could feel her mouth drying up as the blonde came closer, wanting nothing more than to disappear.

“hey guys! how’s it going?” miyeon dipped in, joining their conversation. y/n felt lightheaded, catching a whiff of the girl’s perfume.

seokmin nudged his friend before clearing his throat and greeting the newest addition to their circle. “sup myeon! we’re good, just got here.” he smiled, clasping a hand on y/n’s shoulder. the writer nodded, attempting to give a small smile.

“hi miyeon.” she croaked out, a dorky expression on her face. miyeon waved, nodding curtly.

“hey y/n. long time no see! i read your latest piece in the column, pretty good stuff!”

y/n was elated at the girl’s comment, a red shade creeping onto her cheeks. she was grateful that the bass was thumping, hoping that it could cover up the sound of her heartbeat. “thanks! uh— it was nothing really…” she trailed off, not knowing what to say.

“it was great, dude! don’t sell yourself short!” seokmin bellowed, squeezing her shoulder. “the pride of uos right here!” he bragged, making y/n blush profusely. miyeon smiled wider, raising her cup. “oh, for sureee!” the girl dragged, leaning into y/n’s space with a mischievous grin. “my prof won’t stop using your older writing as examples in our lectures— it’s insightful actually. didn’t know you could use the word, ‘feeling’ in six separate sentences.”miyeon giggled, taking a sip of her drink.

y/n’s jaw dropped. “oh! my older stuff? uh…” the girl trailed off, staring into space.

seokmin cleared his throat, patting y/n on the shoulder once more before turning to address miyeon. “so, you had something to talk to me about?” he spoke, giving the blonde one of his signature smiles.

miyeon’s eyebrows raised before putting her drink down. “oh right! sorry about that!” she laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. y/n nearly fainted.

“i caught up with jihyo the other day and she showed me some of your work you did for the newspaper— your photos were great!” she complimented the boy, “so i was actually wondering if you wanted to help out with the yearbook committee? it wouldn’t be alot of work, just a few portraits and some event days…” she pitched to the photographer in question, making him scratch the back of his neck shyly.

“oh, i didn’t think many people paid attention to that stuff.” he said, “it was just for some extra credit.” the blonde put a finger to her chin, tapping it slightly. y/n watched in awe as miyeon’s brows furrowed, a playful glint appearing in her eyes. the writer began to daydream about the girl in front of her, a dorky smile taking over her face.

“dude?” seokmin interrupted, waving a hand in front of her face. the girl jumped, snapping out of her thoughts. miyeon stifled a small laugh, covering her lips with her palm in an attempt to silence her chuckle. “huh?”

“miyeon just asked—”

“you guys should join the yearbook committee! we’re looking for some writers and phtographers.”

y/n’s heart was about to beat out of her chest.

“join the committee?” she said in disbelief. a chance to see miyeon on a regular basis?

“uh huh,” miyeon nodded, absentmindedly twirling a strand of hair. “i think you guys would be really good at it.”

seokmin hummed to himself, seemingly deep in thought. y/n however was ecstatic about the opportunity and was bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“i—” seokmin started to speak before being interrupted by a loud voice.

“hey gang, what’s up with all this business talk? we could tell the vibes were off all the way from over there!” an obviously tipsy hoshi sputtered out, wrapping an arm around seokmin’s shoulders. y/n could see two girls trailing behind him, recognising one as yunjin, jiwon’s friend and the other as eunchae, a cute underclassman she had become friends with recently.

“hosh! uh— we were just talking about the committee that miyeon’s in charge of.”

the intoxicated boy nodded along cutely, snapping his fingers. “oh shittt, that’s so convenient! yunjin and i were just talking about extracurr— extracurrent…? uh,” he scratched his head, “oh, extracurriculars! yeah…” hoshi snorted, earning an eye roll from yunjin.

“yunjin! and my eunchae!” miyeon grinned, patting the youngest on the head softly. “are you interested?”

“totally, sunbaenim. oh well, not us! our friend—” yunjin said before stepping back, searching for someone in the crowd. “—who is suddenly missing…?” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. eunchae giggled at their predicament.

“hi sunbae!” eunchae waved to y/n, jumping up and down. y/n smiled, waving back happily. “hey manchae!” the writer moved over to the youngest, giving her a side hug. hoshi leaned his head on seokmin’s shoulder, the taller boy deadpanning.

“does your friend do photography?” seokmin sighed, turning to yunjin and eunchae. the american girl tilted her head slightly as if in thought. “yeah, i think she does. nothing like your stuff though, sunbae.”

“are you not joining, seokmin?” miyeon suddenly questioned. “i don’t think so, myeon. kinda busy with council stuff and all these business lectures.” the boy shrugged, making hoshi’s head bounce slightly. yunjin nodded along, as if in agreement. “word. professor kim isn’t making it easy for us, can’t even imagine what it’s like for the seniors.”

“hmm, that’s a shame.” miyeon said, shaking her head. “what about you, y/n?”

“oh— i mean, i’m down!” y/n exclaimed, “i need some credits anyway.”

definitely not because i want to see your face everyday—

“that’s great!” the blonde reached over, clasping her hands with y/n. hoshi and seokmin held in a laugh as the writer’s face started turning beet red. “i’ll write your name down, let me just grab my phone—”

“jennifer huh and hong eunchae!” a shrill voice rang out from behind them, causing yunjin to wince. “oh shit.” she cursed, making eunchae gasp. y/n turned her head to see where the noise was coming from, making out a small figure making it’s way over to the girls in question.

“dude, we were looking for you everywhere.” the business major rolled her eyes. y/n watched as a girl clad in a blue velvet dress joined the circle.

woah.

y/n couldn’t help staring, admiring the way velvet girl’s makeup accentuated her eyes as well as her lips. not everyone could pull off a bob, but this girl managed to do it effortlessly. in every universe, this woman was conventionally attractive. hot even. she must’ve noticed the unwarranted attention because as soon as their eyes met, she yelped and hid behind yunjin.

“uh, unnie?” eunchae giggled, “remember how you wanted some more extracurricular credits?”

the american tried not to laugh at her friend’s predicament. so much for seducing y/n.

“introduce yourself, don’t be weird.” she whispered to the girl, pulling her by the arm and putting her between herself and eunchae. bob girl looked around with wide eyes, looking like a deer in headlights.

“uh, hi.” she waved awkwardly, all the confidence she was exuding before had completely crumbled. “i’m kim chaewon.” y/n and the boys waved back, making chaewon blush.

“oh snap, i know you!” another voice chimed in, “you’re kazuha’s friend!” dino joined the circle, resting his hands on hoshi and y/n’s shoulders all the while looking high out of his mind.

“jesus, dude. it’s been 10 minutes since we got here.” y/n shoved his hand off her, grimacing.

“oh? you’re all kazuha’s friends! she told me about you.” chan laughed amusedly, “crazy… where’s kazuha then?”

“uh, i think she had dance practice.”

“dance practice?” chan said, looking deep in thought. “dance practice…” he trailed off, looking into the void. y/n looked to her friend, unimpressed. seokmin shook his head before turning to the rest of the group.

“i actually need to go find jihyo to sort out something for the council, so you guys have fun!” he hummed before leaning down to miyeon. “good luck with the signups?���

the blonde girl nodded before waving to him. she pouted her lips, turning to chaewon. “yearbook committee? y/n here just joined.”

chaewon looked at the writer, who was occupied in pulling hoshi and dino away from the nearby snack table. she giggled to herself. “uh, sure! i’ll join you guys.”

yunjin clapped her friend on the back, leaning down to her ear. “don’t mess this up dude.” she said as the other three rejoined the circle, chan and hoshi both holding a plate full of food each. in between them, y/n stood with her arms folded and a grimace on her face.

“this has definitely been more eventful than i thought…” miyeon laughed dryly, “but thanks to you two for signing up! we’re meeting tomorrow in the old archival building at 10—” the crowd surrounding the group suddenly swarmed to one side of the room, a huge circle forming with jiwon in the middle, attempting to do a keg stand.

“—actually make that 2pm.” miyeon sighed, “i’ll see you guys there, okay?” she nodded to the group before moving over to the keg stand circle. y/n waved, watching as the girl walked away. the rest of the circle looked at eachother awkwardly. hoshi spoke up,

“dude, your name is jennifer?”

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[jihyocentric]

I think the concerts did more for jihyo's popularity than her solo tbh 🫣 like her solo was good for sure, but the mv and title track seemed more focused on her being sexy than her actual talent? the concerts really showed how amazing she is as a performer (and i think she was better styled in the concerts than the mv ☠️)

honestly i don't mind if her solo title track and closer focused on her being sexy... thank god that kinda happened, actually. i'd never want a ballad-like title track from her, nor a nightmare-like title track. and i think the general public also wants hot girl jihyo! she's literally twice's beyoncé like c'mon. it would be such a waste not to give her a sexy girl concept! seeing her live was incredible as well, like she's genuinely the most talented idol of her generation. i'm not really going to compare these two things though, i'm just glad they happened ^

[daegudrama]

Title: Route 613

Pairing: Reader/Namjoon, Reader/Yoongi, Reader/Vmin

Summary: Reader wants to be the very best Pokémon trainer there ever was. Her first stop in that journey is Paldea University home to a myriad of higher education. Still working to get over her ex boyfriend, Yoongi, reader forms new connections while making a few questionable decisions along the way. Each battle bringing her closer to the glory she's always dreamed of. Will she succeed in becoming champion or will outside forces stop her from achieving her goal?

Word Count: 6.8K

Disclaimer: Real life ages mean nothing in this fic. Refer here for ages and my shitty graphics

cross posted to ao3 here

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Chapter 10 

The walk to the studio is quick, but your mind races with thoughts of how the photoshoot might go. By the time you arrive, a few of the other trainers are already there, waiting outside. You recognize a couple of them, students you’ve seen in passing or battled before. They eye you and Yoongi with quiet recognition, and you can feel the silent rivalry brewing already. The next few months are going to be a lot of that. 

A staff member ushers everyone inside, where the studio is set up with bright lights and backdrops. The atmosphere is buzzing with energy, but there’s an underlying tension. These aren’t just your peers anymore, these are the competitors you’ll have to defeat. 

Professor Oak is standing in front of the backdrop waiting for all sixteen trainers to arrive. Once everyone is standing shoulder to shoulder he claps his hands together with an excited smile. 

“Congratulations to all of you for making it this far. The sixteen of you have been selected as Paldea University’s top trainers.” Gasps sound around you as Professor Oak speaks. He knew this was going to happen and he looks oh so pleased with himself. “I’m going to call your names, please step forward. Get acquainted with each other or don’t…the people around you are your competition.”

Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest as Professor Oak begins calling names. “YN,” You step forward letting everyone look at you for a moment before you step back into line next to Yoongi. “Yoongi Min, Hiyyih Huening, Yunjin Huh, Jungkook Jeon, Chaewon Kim, Seungkwan Boo, Sana Minatozaki, Jihyo Park, Hajoon Lee, Jongho Choi, Junhui Wen, Soonyoung Kwon.” You look down the line to see who Soonyoung is because you swear you have never heard that name before. Everyone in this room should be familiar because you are in the same program. A third year student steps forward, one you have met several times. No one has ever called him by his given name before. Everyone calls him Hoshi. 

“Jihoon Lee,” Again you look down the line and see another older student that has been nicknamed Woozi. “Mingyu Kim, and finally Taehyung Kim.”

The room is silent as the final name echoes around the studio. You glance over at Taehyung’s familiar face and see he has an air of confidence. He steps forward with a small, unreadable smile, as if he knows something the rest of you don’t. 

With everyone standing shoulder to shoulder, Professor Oak clears his throat. “This year, we’re starting something new.” His eyes gleam with excitement. “We’re going to commemorate the top sixteen trainers with a photoshoot, something I hope becomes a tradition here at Paldea University.”

Murmurs ripple through the group, this is unprecedented. It’s clear from the surprise on some faces that no one expected this twist. You are glad you were warned ahead of time.

Professor Oak continues, “These photos will not only mark your journey but also remind future trainers of the level of competition they’ll need to rise to. You’re the first class to be honored this way, and I hope to see this tradition continue long after you’ve graduated.”

He gestures to the photographers. “Let’s get started. Individual shots first, followed by a group photo.”

You hear your name called and step forward, the reality of the moment sinking in. This is no casual photoshoot, it’s a declaration. Someone standing near the camera hands you a shirt similar to a soccer jersey. It's a deep green color with stripes of white on the side. On the front it says ‘Winter Tournament 20XX’ and on the back is your last name. After putting on the shirt the flash of the camera captures you in a moment of confidence, though your mind races with thoughts of the battles to come. This photo will represent the start of something that will likely outlast your time at Paldea, whether as a champion or a competitor. They take a second set of photos in your Oak’s club jacket.

Yoongi steps forward next, his gaze unwavering as the lights capture his cool demeanor. His competitive edge is palpable, but you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more in his expression when he glances your way. Does he have to do this right now?

As the photoshoot progresses, the tension builds. This isn’t just about recognition—it’s a reminder that every face in this room will soon be your direct competition. With only six weeks until the tournament, every moment counts. You are sandwiched between Hiyyih and Jungkook in the group photo and you wonder if this has anything to do with how Professor Oak thinks you might rank. 

After the shoot, Professor Oak addresses the group once more. “This is the beginning. The competition is real, and the stakes are high. But remember, only two of you will get the honor of facing the gym leaders. And not a word of this until Friday!!”

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Until Friday you keep mostly to yourself, determined not to let anything about making the top sixteen slip. This makes it easier for you to spend countless hours training without interruption. It’s harder than you imagined to keep the secret but also the way everything seems to be shifting around you. The quiet rivalry with Yoongi is coming back, even though it’s unspoken. Hiyyih is helping keep you grounded, though you both feel the weight of what’s ahead. 

Every conversation with Namjoon this week has felt strained. You know it’s because of the tournament, you can’t tell him about making the top sixteen, not yet. The rules are strict, and the last thing you want is to risk disqualification or whatever Professor Oak would do.

Still, Namjoon seems rightfully confused, maybe even hurt. Every time you avoid a hangout or cut a conversation short, you can see the question in his eyes, though he doesn’t say anything. 

By the time Friday afternoon rolls around, you’re feeling the weight of both the secret and your silence. The announcement about the winter tournament is set for 7PM, where the entire school will find out about the top sixteen trainers on the new battlefields and stands prepared just for this tournament. The excitement is palpable across campus, and it’s becoming harder to stay out of the buzz. 

Just hours before the big announcement, Namjoon finally pulls you aside. His face is serious, eyes filled with concern as he corners you just outside one of the training grounds. 

“Can we talk for a minute?” he asks, his voice slow, but steady.

You hesitate but nod, stepping away from the main path where others might overhear.

He shifts uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair before meeting your eyes. "Look, I’ve noticed you’ve been...distant lately. Ever since I told you how I feel." He pauses, the tension heavy between you. “If I made you uncomfortable by confessing, I’m really sorry. I don’t want you to be burdened by or feel responsible for my feelings. I don’t want to lose our friendship because of it. But if it’s not that—if something else is going on—just tell me. Please.”

You feel your heart twist at his words. Namjoon’s vulnerability hits hard, and you hate that you’ve put him in this position. You want to reassure him, to tell him that it’s not what he thinks, but the words stick in your throat. The top sixteen is still a secret, and you can’t break that promise—not even for him.

You take a deep breath, shaking your head gently. "Namjoon, it’s not about that. You didn’t make me uncomfortable, I promise." You try to offer him a small, reassuring smile. "There’s just... a lot going on right now that I can’t talk about. But it’s not what you’re thinking."

He frowns, clearly not satisfied with your vague explanation. "If it’s not that, then what? You can tell me anything, you know that, right?"

You want to tell him. You want to explain everything, but the words don’t come. You’re locked into this secret until 7 PM. You put a hand on his bicep giving it a light squeeze.

"I’m sorry, Namjoon. I really can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me."

He sighs, looking down at his feet for a moment before nodding. "Okay...I trust you. But please, don’t shut me out." His voice softens, and you can see the worry etched in his features. "We’re still friends, right?"

"Of course," you answer quickly, and this time the smile you give him is genuine. "Always."

Namjoon steps back, giving you a small, tentative smile in return. "Alright. I guess I’ll see you at the announcement then."

As he walks away, you feel a mixture of relief and guilt. You know everything will come out soon enough, but until then, the weight of the secret keeps pressing down on you.

By 7 PM, the entire school gathers in the newly constructed Pokémon battlefields for the highly anticipated winter tournament. The atmosphere is electric as students fill the stands, their eyes glued to the large screens surrounding the pristine battlefield. Everyone is eager to learn who the top sixteen trainers are, the ones who will represent Paldea University in this year's tournament. The top sixteen are standing just out of view from most of the spectors.

Professor Oak strides to the center of the battlefield, his excitement evident in his broad smile. "Good evening, everyone!" His voice echoes across the arena, silencing the murmurs of the crowd. "Welcome to the winter tournament announcement, the first in our brand-new battlefields."

He pauses to gesture around at the expansive space, the shimmering lights reflecting off the smooth surfaces. "This year, we're unveiling not only the battle grounds but also the rankings of the top sixteen trainers, as determined by the evaluations of your professors. These rankings represent not only your battle abilities but also your growth, strategy, and potential as trainers."

The anticipation builds as Professor Oak continues, his voice commanding the attention of everyone in the room. You were not expecting this. He didn’t say anything about this. He always has another trick up his sleeve. You look to the side and see each of your competitors' faces filled with just as much confusion as yours.  "Let’s get started, shall we? I’ll introduce the top sixteen trainers, ranked according to the recommendations of your professors."

The large screens come to life, displaying the names of the top sixteen trainers. Your heart races as you wait for your name to be called. The energy in the air is palpable, and every trainer standing nearby is on edge.

"Hiyyih Huening, ranked first."

The crowd erupts in surprise and applause as Hiyyih steps forward, her expression a mixture of pride and determination. You can see the fire in her eyes as she takes her place as the top-ranked trainer. She shoots you a confident smile, clearly ready for the challenge ahead. Hiyyih has earned this title, even if she won’t keep it for long. 

"Jungkook Jeon, ranked second."

Jungkook steps forward, his name appearing on the screen in bold letters. The crowd murmurs in approval—Jungkook is known for his skill, and seeing him ranked this high is no surprise to anyone.

"YN, ranked third."

Your name echoes through the battlefield, and you step forward, feeling the weight of everyone’s gaze on you. The murmurs grow louder as people realize just how high you’ve been ranked. You steal a glance at Namjoon across the battlefield, catching the surprise on his face. There’s no turning back now.

Professor Oak continues calling out names, and the tension only rises with each ranking.

"Yoongi Min, ranked fourth."

Yoongi steps forward, his usual calm expression giving little away, though you know the competitive fire burns beneath the surface. He glances at you, a subtle acknowledgment of the challenge ahead.

"Jongho Choi, ranked fifth."

Jongho steps forward, his face unreadable but his stance radiating confidence. His presence in the top five causes another ripple of murmurs through the crowd.

"Taehyung Kim, ranked sixth."

"Hoshi Kwon, ranked seventh."

"Jihyo Park, ranked eighth."

The names continue, and the crowd grows louder with each reveal. You feel a sense of relief as you watch your friends take their places on the battlefield, knowing that the competition is going to be fierce.

Finally, Professor Oak reaches the end of the list.

"And rounding out the top sixteen, Yunjin Huh, ranked sixteenth."

She is going to be giving you an earful for sure. You aren’t sure you agree with Yunjin being last, but then again someone has to be last. Being selected at all means she has shown exceptional excellence. Though sometimes she does let her emotions rule her decisions. Several times you have watched her get flustered when it was obvious she was losing. It only made her performance worse. 

With all the names called, Professor Oak smiles at the assembled trainers. "These rankings are just the beginning. Over the next six weeks we will tell you who the first round of competitors will be facing off against and over the course of this tournament, you’ll all have the chance to prove your skills. Remember, no ranking is final—the battles ahead will decide who truly stands at the top."

The crowd erupts in applause, excitement buzzing in the air as the tournament officially kicks off. You barely register the cheers, your mind racing with the weight of what’s ahead. You are swarmed by your friends, most of whom are now also your competitors.

“We are going to get drinks at Brock’s!” Jimin says, his arm proudly wrapped around Taehyung’s shoulder. “See you there.”

Jimin, Taehyung, Yunjin, Hiyyih, Yoongi and Chaewon walk off towards the many steps leading into town. They are practically bouncing with their excitement. Namjoon appears beside you with a proud smile playing on his lips. 

Namjoon meets your eyes, his familiar smile back in place but tinged with relief. “I knew it,” he says, his voice warm with pride. “I knew you were going to be selected. Congratulations, YN.”

You smile back, your pulse still racing from the reveal to the entire school. “Thanks,” you say, feeling your shoulders loosen as the weight of keeping the secret lifts. 

Namjoon shifts, glancing down for a moment before meeting your gaze again. “I’m sorry for acting weird earlier,” he admits softly, his voice filled with honesty. “I guess I’ve just been overthinking. After I told you how I feel, I’ve been more…vulnerable, I guess? And with you being distant this week, it made me jump to conclusions that I messed up or pushed you away.”

Your heart clenches at his words. You’ve been so wrapped up in the tournament, so focused on keeping the secret, that you didn’t realize how much you were unintentionally shutting him out. 

You open your mouth to respond, to maybe tell him something about your own feelings, but the words stall in your throat. Instead, you shift the conversation, your curiosity getting the best of you. 

“When did you want to tell me? You know, before you kind of…blurted it out.”

Namjoon chuckles softly, his shoulders relaxing a little.

“Honestly? I didn’t have a set moment. I thought maybe after the tournament, once everything calmed down. Then I was thinking two or three weeks from now so you would have time to process it before the tournament starts. But then, I felt like if I didn’t say it then, I’d never get another chance. So it just sort of came out.”

You laugh lightly. “I’m glad you told me. Now come on, let’s catch up with the rest of them.”

Namjoon and you walk together toward Brock’s, the bar that everyone is heading to after the announcement. As you near the bar, the sound of laughter and conversation spills out onto the street, along with the soft strumming of live acoustic music playing from inside. The warm glow of the neon sign above the door reads “Brock’s Tavern” in large, bold letters, and you can already tell the place is packed with students celebrating the reveal of the winter tournament rankings. 

Stepping inside, the atmosphere is electric. The lights are low, casting everything in a soft, golden hue. Strings of fairy lights hand across the ceiling, and the brick walls are adorned with pictures of famous trainer battles. The bar itself is polished wood, lined with stools, most of them already taken. People are standing around the high tables and booths, talking animatedly, clinking glasses, and toasting to the upcoming battles. 

The scent of fire snacks, pizza, and fresh drinks fills the air, making your mouth water. The place hums with excitement, and it feels like everyone here is celebrating something. Over by the bar, Jimin is laughing loudly, clearly in his element, with Taehyung and Hiyyih engaged in a competitive arm wrestling match, drawing many cheers from those around them. 

You and Namjoon make your way through the crowd joining your friends. Hiyyih hands you a drink and you gladly accept. She’s beaming with pride and you can’t help but think she deserves this ranking.

After a while you slip away the group finding yourself drifting towards Yoongi, who is casually against the back wall, sipping a drink. His expression is calm, but his eyes are alert, quietly taking everything in. You notice Yunjin seated nearby, just out of earshot, but her usual lively energy is missing. She’s nursing a drink, her eyes downcast, and you can’t help but wonder if her low ranking is weighing on her more than she’d like to admit. “Third place, huh? Not bad,” he says, his voice low and calm, but there’s a competitive edge to his words.

“Fourth’s not too shabby either,” you reply, matching his tone.

For a moment the two of you remain silent. You can tell he’s holding back from asking something, waiting for you to speak first. “So,” Yoongi finally breaks the silence, his voice low, teasing. “Did you have that little chat with Namjoon?”

You turn, your back stiffening at the question. When did he suddenly go back to rude Yoongi? He’s been oddly nice recently, decent even. Maybe it’s because of the time you’ve spent together in bed but still. Now right after the rankings come out, he’s suddenly cold again. You roll your eyes but don’t meet his gaze. You can’t let him know how confusing this feels right now. 

“Why do you care?” you ask with a little more venom than necessary.

He takes a step towards you, his lips curling into that smirk that you both hate and can’t help but notice. It’s a look you’ve seen hundreds of times before, one that pulls you in and drives you mad all at once. Maybe he’s acting this way because he’s had a few too many to drink? “Oh, I don’t know…thought maybe you’d want to share how that went. What’d he say? Something sweet?” His voice drops, mocking, as if he’s already heard every word of the conversation and is just toying with you now. 

Your fingers twitch at your side, irritation bubbling up as you finally meet his eyes. His expression is unreadable like he’s trying to gauge your reaction. Or maybe...maybe he’s angry? Upset that you ranked third and he ranked fourth. The idea tugs at your mind, but you brush it aside for now. “Yeah we talked.” you snap back. “What’s it to you?”

Yoongi hums, coming ever closer. Too close. His smirk widens as he peers down at you, eyes dark with that lazy intensity that never fails to make your pulse race. “Just wondering if he gave you everything you needed,” he murmurs, his voice soft, almost intimate. “Or if you’re still looking for something else.”

The words hang in the air, thick with implication, and your heart races, caught off guard by the shift in his tone. Is he jealous? Upset that you ranked higher? Or was this just Yoongi being Yoongi, pushing your buttons like he always does? The thought nags at you, but you force yourself to stay composed.

You step back slightly, lifting your chin with a forced smirk. “You think that’s any of your business?”

Yoongi’s grin widens, his dark eyes locked onto yours as he steps even closer, crowding your space. “I think it’s very much my business. You always come back, don’t you?”

His words hit deeper than you’d like to admit, the truth behind them cutting through your defenses. You always end up here, tangled in whatever this thing is between you two. It’s not soft or simple, it’s sharp, messy, and it pulls you in every time.

Your jaw clenches as you try to stand your ground. “You think too highly of yourself.”

He chuckles, the sound low and knowing, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. His touch is light but deliberate, sending a shiver down your spine. “Maybe. But we both know how this goes.”

Your breath catches at his touch, but you force yourself to stay firm, even though your heart is pounding in your chest. “I’m not playing your games, Yoongi.”

His smirk deepens, turning darker, more dangerous. He leans in, his lips just brushing past your ear, and his voice drops to a whisper. “Who said anything about games?”

The words send a jolt through you, and you curse yourself for letting him get this close again. You know you should push him away, but instead, you’re stuck—frozen in the electric pull between you two, your body betraying you.

Yoongi pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his expression unreadable. “You can pretend all you want, but I know you better than anyone.”

Your fists clench at your sides, frustration and something else—something dangerous—bubbling inside you. He always knows how to push your buttons, how to cut through your walls with just a look or a touch. And as much as you hate it, part of you knows he’s right.

“Yoongi—” you start, but your voice comes out sharper than you meant it to, and he cuts you off before you can finish.

“I’m free tonight,” he says, his voice dipping lower, more intimate. “In case you get… lonely.” His eyes flicker down to your lips and then back up, locking onto yours with a look that makes your breath catch.

The air between you feels thick, heavy with unsaid words and unspoken tension. For a second, you’re tempted. You can still feel the ghost of his touch, and part of you wants to fall back into it. But you can’t, you won’t. 

“You wish,” you shoot back, defiant.

Yoongi’s smirk only deepens, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Maybe. But I won’t be the one wishing later.”

There’s a long, charged silence between you, the tension crackling like static. Finally, you take a step back, putting some much-needed distance between you. “You’re impossible,” you mutter, shaking your head.

“And you love it,” Yoongi counters easily, his voice smooth as ever.

You don’t respond, just glare at him before turning away, your pulse still racing. You hate how easily he gets under your skin, how he always knows exactly what to say to throw you off balance. But most of all, you hate that part of you doesn’t want him to stop.

As you walk away, you can still feel his eyes on you, his presence lingering even when you’re no longer standing next to him. And no matter how much you tell yourself you’re done with him, you know it’s not that simple. Because no matter what, you always end up right back here, caught in this dangerous, intoxicating pull.

“You good?” Hiyyih asks when you rejoin the group, her brow furrowed in concern.

You force a smile, shaking your head slightly to shake off the lingering tension from your encounter with Yoongi.

“Yeah, just... you know how it is.” You shrug, trying to keep your tone light.

Hiyyih eyes you skeptically, clearly not buying it. “You sure? You seemed a little... intense back there.” She leans closer, lowering her voice. “Was it about the rankings?”

You roll your eyes, feeling a flush of annoyance creeping up your neck. “I really don’t know.” You glance around the group, taking in their chatter and laughter, the familiar comfort of friends. It’s hard to believe how quickly things can shift from playful to complicated.

Hiyyih watches you closely, her expression softening. “Just be careful, okay? You don’t want to get too tangled up in whatever this is. You’ve got enough on your plate.”

You nod, feeling the weight of her words. “I know. I’m trying to keep my focus.”

“Good. Just remember, you have us.” She gestures to the rest of the group, who are still laughing and teasing one another, a comforting backdrop to the chaos swirling in your mind.

“Yeah, thanks,” you say, genuinely grateful. It’s a small relief to have friends who see you through the madness. As the conversation shifts back to lighthearted banter, you force yourself to join in, but your thoughts keep drifting back to Yoongi, to the way he looks at you and how easily he pulls you in. Not wanting to think about these feelings any longer you decide it’s time to leave. “I’m going to head out.”

Hiyyih looks understanding and quickly offers to walk back to the dorm with you. 

“It’s okay. I’ll walk with her.” Namjoon says, appearing behind you. You didn’t realize he was so close by. 

“Joon, it’s okay I can walk home by myself.” You insist, but he’s not going to take no for an answer. 

“I was going to leave soon anyway.” He replies. 

With a brief goodbye to the rest of your friends Namjoon and you head into the cool night air. He takes your hand in his large one. It’s peaceful for a few moments before Namjoon speaks up.

“What happened back there?” His voice is soft and careful. 

“Yoongi was being weird. He’s been so nice lately then…I guess I should explain what he was asking about.” 

“It’s okay. You don’t need to tell me.” He says with a reassuring squeeze of your hand. 

You bite your lip before saying the next words. “Well it’s about you.”

“Huh?” Namjoon looks over at you with a questioning look. 

“After you confessed to me I sat alone for a while, but then I ended up going to Yoongi’s dorm. He was very…” Your mind fills with images of Yoongi touching you. “understanding. I told him you confessed to me and I didn’t know what to do.”

“He must be jealous that you're spending time with me and that you ranked better than him.” Namjoon muses. You look into his eyes and are glad to see no anger. “You could’ve just talked to me.”

“My head was a mess. Still kind of is.” 

He pulls you to a stop and cradles your cheek in his free hand. He pushes your hair away from your face. The dim street lights shining on his face somehow make him look even more dream like. 

“That’s okay.” He brings his face closer to yours. Just inches between your lips. Your heart stammers in your chest. “I’m always here for you, YN.”

He backs away with a low laugh and the two of you continue back to your dorm. When you reach the door Namjoon drops your hand but doesn’t make a move to leave. 

“Do you want to come inside?” 

Namjoon hesitates for a second, glancing at the door before meeting your eyes again. “Are you sure?” he asks softly, his voice carrying a mix of warmth and caution.

You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

He returns the smile, and together you step inside, the atmosphere between you two comfortable yet charged with an underlying current of unspoken emotions. As you close the door behind you, the quiet of your room seems to wrap around both of you, offering a sense of privacy and relief from the night’s tension.

Namjoon sits on the edge of your bed, looking around as if taking in the small details of your space. You move to join him, sitting beside him, close but not quite touching. For a moment, neither of you speak. The silence isn’t awkward. It’s the kind of silence that feels safe, like there’s no pressure to fill it with unnecessary words. 

Eventually, you lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder. Namjoon lets out a soft sigh, his arm slipping around your waist, pulling you a little closer. His touch is gentle, comforting, and you relax into him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. 

“Thank you for walking me home.” You murmur, your voice quiet, almost drowned out by the sound of your own heartbeat. Being next to him feels different, softer than what you shared with Yoongi. Namjoon’s presence is grounding, safe. 

The two of you scoot to the top of your bed so you are leaning against the headboard. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his fingers tracing slow soothing circles on your side. 

“I know part of what is causing this confused, torn feeling is me, but you don’t have to go through it alone. I’m still here for you and I’m not going anywhere.”

You take in Namjoon’s words, feeling the sincerity behind them. His steady presence, the warmth of his body pressed against your, makes you feel secure in a way that surprises you. It’s as if all the chaos and confusion swirling inside your mind calms. You tilt your head slightly, glancing up at him. 

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Namjoon chuckles softly, his thumb continuing to draw slow circles on your side. “You don’t have to deserve me, YN. I want to be here.” He pauses, searching for the right words. “I know things are complicated with…everything else, but I’m okay with that. You can figure things out at your own pace. Just…let me be here with you while you do.”

His words make your chest tighten in a way that’s both comforting and overwhelming. He’s giving you space, but at the same time, he’s offering to stay by your side. It’s not something you’re used to. 

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “You’re too good for me,” you say, half joking, but there’s a part of you that believes it. 

Namjoon’s arm tightens around you just a little. “I think you’re selling yourself short.” he replies, his voice soft and reassuring. 

The room falls into a comfortable silence, only broken by the sound of steady breathing. For a while the two of you lie there. Your head rested against his chest listening to the beat of his heart. His hand strokes the back of your hair. 

Several minutes later his heart starts beating quickly and you tilt your head to look into his eyes. 

“Are you nervous?” You say, and when he gives you a confused look you continue, “What were you thinking about?”

Namjoon covers his face with both hands, obviously embarrassed by whatever he was thinking about. You move to pull his hands away and when you are successful you see a beautiful blush painting his cheeks. 

“I was thinking about kissing you.”

Your own heart races and before you can think better of it you reply, “Why don’t you do it?”

“Are you sure?”

“Please kiss me.” You say, letting your hand rest on the curve of his jaw. His hand moves back down to your waist. “Maybe it’ll help me work through some things.”

“O-okay.”

Namjoon’s eyes flicker with a mixture of uncertainty and longing as he leans in slowly, giving you ample time to change your mind. But you don’t want to, in fact you feel a pull toward him, something soft and magnetic. His lips brush against yours, hesitant at first, as if he’s afraid of moving too quickly. The kiss is gentle, a slow, careful exploration, his warmth enveloping you as he lingers there. 

His hand moves from your waist to cradle the back of your neck, his fingers slipping through your hair as he deepens the kiss ever so slightly. It’s not rushed. It’s tender, as if he’s trying to tell you something with every soft movement of his lips, something beyond words. You respond in kind, your hand tracing along his jaw, feeling the light stubble beneath your fingers as you tilt your head to meet him more fully. 

Namjoon pulls away for a brief moment, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath. His thumb brushes against your cheek, his gaze filled with something so soft and full of care that it makes your heart swell. “You okay?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. 

You nod, feeling breathless but in the best way possible. “Yeah,” you reply softly, leaning back in before you lose your courage. “I’m more than okay.”

The second kiss is more assured, his lips pressing against yours with a bit more confidence, and you feel yourself melting into him. His hand slides from your neck down to your waist, pulling you closer until there is no space left between you. The warmth of his body seeps into your, grounding you, anchoring you in this moment. 

You shift slightly, your fingers tangling in his hair as he adjusts his position, gently guiding you onto your back. He hovers over you, his weight comforting rather than overwhelming, his lips never leaving yours for more than a second as he kisses you again and again, each one sending sparks of warmth through your body. 

It’s slow, careful—everything about this moment is soft, like he’s savoring every second with you, like he’s making sure you’re okay at every step. His kisses trail from your lips to the corner of your mouth, down to your jaw, and then back up again, always returning to your lips, as if they’re home. 

Namjoon shifts back onto his side pulling you close again. You gasp softly when his hand slips under your shirt, his palm resting on the small of your back, the heat from his touch is making your skin tingle. But he doesn’t push any further, his movements always measured, asking silently if this is okay. And it is. It more than is. 

Namjoon’s lips meet yours once more, his kiss deepening in intensity but still retaining the same gentleness. It’s like he’s memorizing every touch, every sigh that escapes your lips. His fingers press softly into your back, holding you closer as you both sink deeper into the kiss. The weight of him above you feels comforting, safe and you find yourself completely wrapped up in him and his warmth, his touch, and his quiet breaths against your skins.

Your hands travel up his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt as you move your fingers slowly, tracing the lines of his body like you’re learning him for the first time. Which you suppose, you are. Namjoon responds with a quiet, almost inaudible groan, his lips parting slightly as he kisses you more eagerly now. His tongue grazes against yours, sending a shiver down your spine, and you can feel his hesitation slipping away, replaced by the need to be closer to you. 

His hand slides up your side, beneath the fabric of your shirt, but again, he never rushes. His touch is soft, his fingers barely grazing your skin as he pauses, giving you space to let him know if it’s too much.

You tilt your head slightly, breaking the kiss just enough to catch your breath, your eyes meeting his. Namjoon’s gaze is intense, filled with a mix of longing and something deeper, something like admiration. His thumb brushes across your lips, his breathing uneven as he looks down at you.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion, but still so soft, so full of care.

“It’s not,” you reply, your voice just as breathless. You guide his hand a little higher, encouraging him to explore, to keep going, because this feels right.

Namjoon lets out a shaky breath, his fingers moving slowly up your side, brushing over your ribs before finally resting just beneath your chest. He’s still so careful, so considerate, as if he’s afraid of breaking this fragile moment. But the heat between you both is growing, and you can feel his heartbeat racing just as fast as yours.

He leans in again, capturing your lips in another kiss, this one a little more desperate, a little more hungry, like he’s finally letting himself give in to the feelings he’s been holding back. You respond eagerly, your hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between you again. His lips move down to your neck, pressing soft, open mouth kisses along your skin, and you can’t help the quiet gasp that escapes you.

“Namjoon,” you breathe, your fingertips tightening in his hair as he continues his slow exploration of your body. The sound of his name on your lips seems to spur him on, his kisses becoming more fervent, more insistent, but never losing that underlying tenderness. 

Namjoon’s lips linger on yours for just a moment longer before he pulls back, breathing heavily. He scoots his bottom half away from your embrace and you already know what he’s about to say. His forehead still rests against yours, but there’s a tension in his body now that wasn’t there before. His eyes, dark with desire, search yours as if weighing something deeply. 

“YN,” he murmurs, his voice husky yet filled with restraint.“If we keep going…I’m going to get too excited, and I don’t want to rush anything.” He’s being honest, his cheeks flushed slightly as he pulls back just enough to give both of you space. “I want you to be more sure of your feelings before we do more.”

Namjoon’s words hang in the air between you, his voice gentle but filled with a weight that makes your heart tighten. His forehead presses softly against yours, and you can feel the heat of his skin, the way his breath catches as he tries to calm himself down.

“I want this to feel right for both of us,” he continues, his voice quieter now, almost like he’s speaking more to himself than to you. “I care about you too much to…rush things.” His thumb brushes against your side in slow, soothing circles, grounding you both in the moment.

You take a deep breath, your hands resting on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm. He’s being so careful, so considerate, and it only makes your feelings for him grow stronger. The tenderness in his actions, the way he’s willing to hold back mostly for your sake, even though you can feel the desire burning between you both—it makes you realize just how special this is.

“I understand,” you whisper, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. It’s a gentle, reassuring gesture, one that tells him you’re okay with the pace he’s setting, that you appreciate the space he’s giving you to sort through your emotions. Even when you want to do so much more with him. “Thank you for being so patient with me.”

Namjoon smiles, his expression softening as he leans into the kiss for just a moment before pulling away. “You’re worth it,” he says simply, his voice filled with so much sincerity it makes your chest tighten.

With a quiet sigh, you both settle back into the comfortable embrace you’d shared before, the heat between you calming as you rest your head on his chest once again. His arm wraps around you, holding you close, while his other hand continues to stroke slow, soothing patterns along your side. The earlier tension has eased, replaced by a quiet, content feeling.

For a long while, neither of you speaks. The room is filled with the quiet sounds of your breathing, the steady thump of Namjoon’s heartbeat beneath your ear, and the soft rustling of fabric as you shift slightly to get more comfortable. You can feel the exhaustion from the day catching up with you, the warmth of his body against yours lulling you into a peaceful state of relaxation. The minutes tick by, and slowly, your eyes begin to drift shut. The weight of sleep tugs at you, and soon enough, you feel yourself slipping into a peaceful slumber, still wrapped in Namjoon’s embrace. His breathing grows slower, more even, and before long, you can tell he’s fallen asleep too.

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In the morning you wake slowly, blinking against the soft light filtering through the curtains. For a moment everything seems perfect, the lingering warmth, and the faint scent of Namjoon’s cologne on your sheets, but as your eyes adjust, you realize the space beside you is empty. The spot where Namjoon had been holding you all night is cold now.

[ambivartence]

bias tag game!

rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10. then answer the questions below! try not to look at the questions before you make your list!

tagged by @boobzi and @lee-minhoe and @dive-in-the-blue (thank yallll 🥰💕)

tagging (no obligation!): @dakbees @gnanii @jikyu @lunetual @neonunau @quokki @seokmatthewz @woodziecup + anyone who wants to play~

my biases (in random order like i literally used a website to randomize it):

d1 // dkb

hongjoong // atz

jihyo // twice

lee know // skz

jiung // p1h

mingyu // svt

jacob // tbz

hangyul // bae173

xiaojun // wayv

jeno // nct

QUESTIONS:

1. Between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

between 7 (jacob) and 5 (jiung) i biased jacob first !! i got into tbz around feb 2022 (and became a jacob bias in march) and got into p1h in july 2022, so not that big of a time difference honestly!

2. Between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

between 2 (hongjoong) and 6 (mingyu) i'm more attached to mingyu (sorry hongjoong LOL) i've been biasing gyu longer and mingyu is just.... so mingyu!!!

3. If you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

omg evil question how could u make me choose between d1 and jihyo help..... NOOO omg what the hell why cant i have both?? what if dongil and i go to a twice concert??is that allowed??? or jihyo and i go to a dkb fansign event together LOL the dakbees' reactions would be priceless haha

4. What is your favorite physical feature about 9?

XIAOJUN PRETTY PRETTY EYES PRETTY EYEBROWS PRETTY HANDS EVERYTHING SO PRETTY!!!!! DID YALL SEE HIM AT NCT NATION HE SLAYEDDDDD

5. What is your favorite part of 6's personality?

probably mingyu's clumsiness hahaha but i think part of his charm is that he's always trying his best so his clumsiness is so endearing when it happens!! it's always a complete accident and he tries so hard to make up for it (but the other members never let him live LOL)

6. If you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

i would tell hangyul to do a bae173 US/world tour, also leave podol, also get more back tattoos, also remind him of his goal of growing his hair out and getting it permed again bc these days he's been getting too many haircuts

7. Between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

between 1 (d1) and 2 (hongjoong) definitely hongjoong i love his fashion style he has such interesting taste and i want it all

8. What is a style that you want to see 3 try?

omg jihyo has done so many concepts already haha and we finally got jihyolo!!!! so i dont even think i have anything left to ask from her. maybe rock concept??? idk the only thing i would ask from her is to marry me skljdfajsdfajsfjsfkkdjjjjjj

9. Between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

between 5 (jiung) and 4 (lee know) i'm pretty sure jiung is taller and i'm shorter than both of them so i'm closer to lino :')

10. Between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

between 10 (jeno) and 9 (xiaojun) who are both in nct and even in the same songs... aksjdlfasdjfjsjj LMAO. hmm. ok well between nct dream and wayv i think i do like wayv b-sides more but i like dream title tracks more :') in terms of their individual styles i'm a sucker for xiaojuns beautiful voice sorry jeno but that man rlly can sing! even tho i do love jeno's raps especially in zoo

edit: also i just listened to the new nct 2023 album and the bat jeno ATE 🤩

[chewiiez]

fengqing as twice songs; a megalist

THE STORY BEGINS

do it again

like a fool

PAGE TWO

precious love

TWICECOASTER LANE 1

TT

next page

TWICECOASTER LANE 2

knock knock

ice cream

SIGNAL

someone like me

only you

TWICETAGRAM

missing u

love line

jaljayo good night

rollin’

WHAT IS LOVE/SUMMER NIGHTS

what is love?

say yes

stuck

YES OR YES

sunset

after moon

FANCY YOU

hot

strawberry

FEEL SPECIAL

feel special

trick it

21:29

love foolish

get loud

MORE & MORE

more and more

firework

oxygen

shadow

make me go

EYES WIDE OPEN

i can’t stop me

shot clock

go hard

bring it back

handle it

depend on you

behind the mask

KURA KURA

kura kura

strawberry moon

TASTE OF LOVE

alcohol-free

sos

scandal

conversation

baby blue love

PERFECT WORLD

perfect world

thank you, family

better

pieces of love

DOUGHNUT

doughnut

FORMULA OF LOVE

moonlight

cruel

f.i.l.a (fall in love again)

last waltz

espresso

rewind

cactus

push and pull

1, 3, 2

the most fengqing song to ever fengqing btw

CELEBRATE

tick tock

sandcastle

bittersweet

BETWEEN 1&2

talk that talk

basics

brave

trouble

when we were kids

READY TO BE

moonlight sunrise

wallflower

crazy stupid love

WITH YOU-TH

i got you

rush

bloom

you get me

IM NAYEON (NAYEON SOLO)

all or nothing

sunset

love countdown

ZONE (JIHYO SOLO)

killin me good

wishing on you

talkin about it

closer

room

AND THAT’S ALL! every twice album has a song for fq, but i didn’t deep dive into the jp releases that much because im not too familiar w them,, still perfect world stands as the best jp twice album so i had to include tracks from it!

this is a collection of pre-canon (xl era), the 800 year heartbreak era, post canon and during relationship songs! twice started as a bubblegum pop band and have a large collection of cute songs, but think of these cute songs as japanese songs where the meaning is deep/dark 😭😭 as someone who’s explored twice’s entire discography i promise you the tracks are fengqing coded!

i would reccomend, if its your first time listening to kpop or twice, these websites:

genius english translations. they aren’t the most understandable but they are accessible!

color coded lyrics/a-z lyrics. super accurate

lyric videos on yt! esp if its a title track (like feel special), you can watch the mv, look @ subtitles or pull up a color coded lyrics video.

line distribution! def a new concept if you aren’t familiar w kpop, it shows which members sing what parts. often, they will have lyrics, but its a great way to remember a song if yk whos singing it, imo

i hope this helps, and i hope u enjoy my recs <3

(re edited to include twice solos!)

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

thoughts on Jihyo’s album?? 👀

So, actually I listened to the album vocal sneak peak the last friday and I thought it would have been a really good album...and I was so right😌

The title track is so her, it just suits perfectly her style and the MV is phenomenal too.

Then we have the b-sides, and once again she sounds so good. It's really a great showcase of her talent and skills.

And the two featuring also makes a great job, 24k gives a lot of swag to the track and I love the harmonies Jihyo makes with Heize.

My favourite track has to be Closer, it just makes me dance and boost my mood.

A solid 9/10 album. If this is the start, I can't wait to see the rest.

PS: I'm not giving directly a 10 because I want to see the other albums coming out this year.

Lots of love, bestie ❤️

Zazá

[cosmicalily]

jihyo zone album review!!!

first off: i literally cried while ranking these. they all served and she is amazing. this is just my opinion, feel free to disagree! stream zone, support our girl zyo, im actually so addicted to this album already and she was barely born.

room - this song oh my gosh i feel like so many of these songs feel so nostalgic, this song reminds me of one of my favourite bands, the aces, and i feel like it just has that calm, indie kind of vibe, which is so stunning, and its so so beautiful with jihyo's deep vocals. it 100% feels like a retro indie kind of song, i can already picture the film camera and vintage clothing, like oh my gosh, it gets better each time i play it.

killin' me good - its so iconic. i can't. i love the instrumental in ways i have never loved an instrumental before; something about the synth kinda style keys just triggers the right part of my brain. again, the more chill style instrumental is HEAVEN when paired with her powerful vocals. she absolutely ate this up with those iconic vocals, i can't even. it's stunning. it's beautiful. it's the title track for a reason. jihyo, you absolutely served, the vocals, the choreo, visuals. everything is an 11/10. stop it, though, because i'm a chaeyoung bias, and you're actually fucking with my brain. go away. leave. please. but like, don't. because imma need 900 mini albums now, as well as all of those unreleased bsides.

wishing on you - i felt this was like the 'basics' of zone; it was THE chill bside and i can def see myself playing this when im getting ready in the mornings, its giving me a bit of iu kind of vibes, like bbibbi, but also feels a little bit red velvet, with the high vocals. i love this song so much because it almost feels like shes singing a duet with herself, because she has the contrast between her higher, sweeter voice, as well as her deeper voice, and it amazes me constantly that her vocal duality is that powerful, when she does the higher harmonies during the 'you, you, you, you' in the chorus, with her deeper adlibs, i ASCEND. stunning. chefs kiss. if songs were edible, i would've eaten the plate too.

talkin' about it - THIS SONG LITERALLY ATE UP JIHYOS VOCALS, the prechorus with her deep vocals??? im now in heaven. and the contrast between her rich vocals and then the 'mmh, mmh, mmh." it's like what i was saying before where its like she sings a duet with herself, because of her vocal duality, she constantly changes it up. it's such a powerful song. and the electronic instrumental reminds me of 'love foolish', which is such an iconic twice bside. this is so incredible, and her english pronunciation is also incredible. and the guitar in the prechorus reminds me of avicii's older songs (rest in peace). 24kgoldn gave me a jumpscare, did not see that coming lmao, but yk what, it's growing on me. he did well, but like, he was in a duet with the park jihyo; she's the moment, so she def outshined without meaning to, but it's okay, like, its her mini album and her song anyway. no hate to him, love him. but jihyo served so he could slay. i would've loved to see this with a strong, deep-voiced female rapper too, i feel like it would've been such a good combo, like imagine this with moonbyul, jessi or youngji, GASP i would pay such good money for that, it would've been absolutely chefs kiss.

closer - omg stop jihyo with the spanish style influence, I CANNOT. i'm actually obsessed with her bsides in this album; they're all really chill and i feel like have quite minimal instrumentals, meaning they really really let her strong vocals shine through. i feel like with itzy, the really bright, energetic bgm works well for them, since their music and vocal style is different, but for jihyo, because her vocals are so powerful, she needs the more simplified instrumentals to let them properly shine through, and i feel like that was really well done with this album, so a+ to their producers for making sure you did our jihyo justice with her iconic deep vocals.

nightmare - WHEN I SAW THIS LIVE DURING THEIR CONCERT I LITERALLY DIED, i feel like the j-line solo stages during their ready to be tour went viral, but jihyo and chaeyoung's vocal stages were ABSOLUTELY STUNNING. i'd seen all the other solos on instagram but i hadn't seen or heard jihyo's and it was gorgeous. it suits her vocals so beautifully, the deep, strong song, and the fact that she wrote it?? an icon. it would've ranked higher, but this is one of those songs where the recorded version doesn't do the live one justice. it's stunning, but since i've been blessed with the live version, i can't listen to this one without feeling like its a bit less powerful and raw.

don't wanna go back - i love it, its like kdrama vibes but also kind of like early 2000s, it sounds like something tlc would have eaten up back then. i do love jihyo with this song but i feel like it wouldve worked really well as a group song too? like i can see xg doing this as a bside. as every song in this album does, it ATE, but its the kind of song that i wouldnt search up and play, but i wouldn't ever skip it either if it came on when im shuffling music.

[alwaysvivid]

are the songs in the award show event from this year??

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚™ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

hey sweet pea yes they are minus closer by jihyo. i ended up scrapping that from the disc lmao if anything it’s more of a dayna track than sora. i’ve been so focused on writing and plot i’ve fallen behind on all the disc stuff for this year. they were mainly on tour this year but we had dayna’s solo comeback and a vivid cb with eyes roll as an english pre release , midas touch as the title track and a mini comeback with their b-side cotton candy. that’s all i have right now since the girls have been on a like a mini hiatus for the first time in their 6 year career.

[amree-writes]

My thoughts on zone by jihyo:

Zone is easily one of my favorite albums of 2023. The title track killing me good is so perfect for jihyo. The choreography and the high notes in this song are so hard but jihyo was still able to slay them. I loved all her musuc show performances and watched them all. Jihyo is simply one of the best performers in kpop. The next song is talking about it which is a collab with 24goldn. It was a all english track(which I love) i love how both their voices blend together. Closer is yet another masterpiece i loved the song affer jihyo performed it on mysic show the choreography is insane only jihyo can pull this off. Wishing on you is so good as well. I love jihyo’s vocal tone. The next song is dont wanna go back which is a collab with heize. I loved how contrasting both their voices were. The next sing is room whuch talks about not wanting to return back to a place that hurt you i think it expresses that well. The last song is nighmare which is yet another amazing song. I hope jihyo has a comeback soon. I am excited fir what she has in store for us. 

[wickymicky]

i like leaders a lot cause theyre usually the oldest member and when groups generally have age ranges of like 17-22 or something then that means the leader is the closest in age to me, but actually what i vibe with way more is when the oldest member of a group ISNT the leader, lmao. 

like basically what that says to me is yeah this person is the oldest one but they just dont really want to be the leader / arent good at leading / arent as good as someone else in the group is at it, etc. which like.... same, bro. extremely relatable. i would never wanna be the leader in a group lmao i wanna be the aloof person who’s in their own little world but comes around now and then to say “hey kids whats up? hows things? alright yall have fun now, see you around” and then maybe some other nonsequiturs and then i leave. i’d let someone younger than me do the actual job of keeping the squad in line lmao, that’s not for me at all. nayeon, vivi, seonghwa, jinho... i see you