#yeojin x f! reader

[fanfiction4sooya]

yeojin her as a camgirl

I'm slowly getting back into my writings, so hope you like it anon! thanks for your request by the way!!!

tw: +18, smut, size kink, strapon use, exhibitionism, hair pulling, etc; Minors do not interact.

It was an awkward start, specially since the Im Yeojin directly contacted you offering a deal for you to appear on her only fans.

You laughed, a bit taken aback by her bluntness as her eyes scanned you and she began explaining that she overhead your conversation with a friend about your family's money problems and that she could help.

"So, what do you say?" She leaned on your dorm's doorframe, her small figure seemed way too intimidating for you. "I'll make sure to cover your face, no one will ever know that you are the one with me" She stared at your face, impatience eating her insides with each second passed.

"I still have to think" You said, gulping and lowering your eyes. That whole ideia was ridiculously insane and so out of pocket.

She was somewhat famous, didn't care about people's opinions, drop dead gorgeous and she wanted to have sex with you? Like, you knew you weren't ugly, but no one knew you. You were just happy to go through life without anyone noticing you.

That's why her offer, 10k just to let her fuck you live, was way out of anything your mind has ever thought about.

"I searched about your site..." You told her, licking your ice cream after she took you shopping for lingerie just to "make friends" as she explained. "I saw you are one of the best selling content creators..." You timidly said, trying to avoid her piercing gaze. She hummed in response, leaning back on her chair.

"So now you know I make a lot of money" Her voice sounded always so cheerful that it never seemed like she was talking anything near the 'Sex on camera' thing. "Are you still not convinced?" She leaned forward very close to you, boldly licking a stripe of your ice cream. You shivered.

"Well it's not that like... about money and stuff..." You stammered, your eyes locked on hers. "I just feel shy on showing myself to..." You cleared your throat. "All of those people" She smiled up at you, clearly a predatory one. "What if I don't like women?" You whispered to her ear and she nodded.

"You don't have to like me..." Her small hand brushed a hair strand out of the view of your collarbone. "You just need to keep quiet and let me fuck you on live" You gulped. How could such an angelic face have these dirty things to do and say?

"What do you gain with this?" You managed to ask, trying hard not to let your cheeks get redder than they were.

"I gain..." She clicked her tongue. "I want it to be you" She bit her lip. "You seem perfect for what I want. You are taller and bigger than me, which is definitely...exciting"

Your eyes avoided hers again, your mind running wild for a lot of reasons.

"I want 15k" You licked your ice cream one more time, eyes locked on hers now. Her small smile opening wide and her eyes twinkled with excitement.

"Deal" Was her response.

🌸🌸-

You got in her car and she drove you to the hotel room she rented for the two of you. It was fancy and everything was carefully set, the camera, notebook, lighting, everything.

You heart was beating fast as you carefully put on a set of white lacy lingerie, your hair was down. You stared at the mirror, shame and excitement eating your brains.

She was wearing a red set, that color giving her a more sexy look to contrast with her angelic face. She fucked you with her eyes the moment you stepped out of the bathroom, a robe carefully put on over your taller frame. She reached her hand for you and sat you on the edge of the bed with her.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her hand carefully on your thigh. Hot and so inviting. You hummed, nodding. "She fixed your hair a bit leaning over you, her breath hot on your cheek. "Can I kiss you?" She carefully asked and you nodded, squeezing your thighs in an anxious, horny way.

Your heart jumped on your chest when her lips touched yours. Smooth and soft at first, but you could feel on the way she pulled you into her how she wanted that, how she thought about it over and over. Her tongue immediately massaged yours when you parted lips a little and your breath hitched, melting into it. Her hand went up and down on your thigh, making you shiver and you grabbed the sheets under you as she took off the robe from you. When you finally parted ways you felt as if you were on cloud nine, whimpering in a more needy way than you intended because you knew that as long as the live kept going you wouldn't be feeling her tongue on yours because of the mask.

"We are about to start" She said lowly, her pupils blown. She placed the mask on your face, tying it up behind your head. It was a kistune mask, white with red flowers in it. It was picked carefully by Yeojin because it covered your whole face, leaving only your beautiful eyes to be seen.

You felt a little suffocated, but you felt the need to do that. No just for the money but honestly because Yeojin wanted to and you were kind of into the idea of being seen. Just kind of, of course.

"I told you guys I had something special for today" She gleefully said starting the live, pulling you to her lap as if you were just a doll.

Your heart was beating loudly, not really paying attention to what she was saying, just to her hands on your waist and how her small boobs were pressing on your back.

"I know, I have a pretty doll right?" She smiled to the camera grazing her index and middle finger on your covered nipple. You tried really hard not to squirm, but it was almost impossible.

The comments were wild, from asking her to take off your mask to them asking for her to manhandle you, to fuck your ass and do all sorts of unthinkable things to you.

"Oh you want me to fuck her in the ass?" She said, turning you around and laying you across her lap, your ass towards the camera. She massaged it, still talking to the viewers.

You felt yourself growing aroused with all that dirty talk and her hands roaming your ass, massaging it.

"Fuck, don't worry" She said reading the comments. "I get horny just by speaking to her..." She lightly slapped your ass. "This beautiful thing makes me crazy everyday" She sounded a bit out of breath. "Oh is it?" She sounded surprised, turning to your masked face. "They say your panties are getting wet" You wanted to respond but she specifically oriented you not to.

She slowly pulled your panties down and they were sticking to your wet cunt, the cold air hitting your exposed intimacy. You bit your lip, gripping the sheets again.

"Look at this..." She touched your slit to gather your wetness on the tip of her finger, creating a thread of that sticky fluid between your cunt and her hand to show on camera. "Her pussy looks pretty, yes. The prettiest..." She dipped one finger inside you, making you moan. "Oh, I think she likes that..."

She dipped it in again, but this time she pushed it further inside and you clenched, closing your eyes. She started pumping her fingers at a strong, rapid pace and almost losing control over her own actions. She was trying her best to put on a show for her viewers, but she underestimated how badly she wanted you.

She wanted that since she first saw you on the hallways with your cute shy smile and amazing body. Since then she knew she needed to have you.

She grabbed one of the vibrators she placed nearby where she wanted you, turning it on and grazing it from your back to your thighs and next to where you wanted it the most. You were shaking like a leaf on a windy day. She took off her fingers from your wet pussy, licking them and mumbling how delicious you tasted.

"Isn't she such a cute doll?" Her voice dripped with arousal, and you could feel by how her free hand grabbed your hip that she was hitting her breaking point. "I'll fuck her good, don't you worry" She said.

Next thing you knew the vibrator was on your clit.

"yeojinie..." You whispered, taking her off guard. She gulped and exhaled sharply, pulsing hard. No one else could really hear your voice or what you said, and honestly she didn't want them to listen that part. She wanted to keep that cute way you said her name engraved on her mind and her mind only.

Without a warning she pushed it inside your hole and you could feel how thick that thing was, hitting your walls repeatedly as she kept talking to the camera as if nothing was happening. You were staring to feel yourself getting wetter, the pink vibrator coated on that thick white liquid coming out of you.

Suddenly she stopped, leaving a warm kiss on your hip and lightly pushing you off her lap, pulling the vibrator out of you. You whined when she pulled you entirely onto the bed, carefully placing you on all fours with your pussy still displayed on camera. You heard the notifications go insane with the chat and donations, but yeojin wasn't even paying attention to that anymore.

The only thing she could see was you. And she wanted you.

Getting on her knees, she kissed the back of your thighs admiring how beautifully exposed you were for her. That feeling of ownership was growing alongside with her wish to make you feel good. She looked back at the camera and the laptop to make sure both of you were on the frame, smiling and then licking a long wet stripe from your clit to your slit. Your scream muffled by the mask made her grin and grab your thick thighs to push her face further onto your pulsing cunt.

"God, your taste is so addicting" She told you, moaning while taking one hand to her own pussy and lightly rubbing it over her red thong. She shook, knowing damn well her viewers were going insane with that little action of hers.

They liked to see how her petite self fucked you hard and good and honestly? She did it too. Yeojin was honestly used to the fact everyone loved to manhadle her given her smaller frame, but she wanted to experience that too. She thrived on the idea of making someone her doll to play with.

She let go of your swollen pussy with a pop, putting on a show to make them see how wet she got you.

"Stay like that, don't move" She told you, massaging your folds then getting up to the bedside table. You could see when she put on the leather harness, a big dildo attached to it. You gulped, moaning and swaying your hips unintentionally to the camera.

'Fuck, I'm so aroused' Was the only thought inside your brain as she approached you, positioning your body in a way they couldn't see your pussy anymore, only your arched back and the profile of your bobs.

She picked up the camera from her tripod to film herself stretching you, her mischievous tone dripping lust. Your hips were in the air and your face down and she felt herself go weak, her heart also beating fast as hell inside her chest.

"Look at this..." She said, tapping your slit with the tip of the strap and making you jolt. "I always dreamed of doing this... fuck" She slowly pressed the tip to your aching hole, entering you little by little as you squirmed. "My little fuck doll" She cheerfully said, zooming in on your stretched hole.

Her free hand held your hip tightly, roughly pulling you into her and knocking the air out of your lungs. You moaned, your left hand instinctively seeking hers and scratching her arm as she pounded into you.

"Yeojin, oh my god" You loudly said and she slapped your ass, pulling your hair next and lifting your masked face from the mattress.

"I didn't knew dolls could talk" She continued her hard pace, placing the camera on the mattress in an angle that your body could be seen. She held both your wrists behind your back as she kept slamming her big cock inside you and you rolled your eyes to scream into the mask.

You were sure you came, but the way she fucked you felt so fucking good that you didn't wanted to stop as the arousal was still there.

"Fuck, I need to kiss you" She said onto your ear and you shook your head negatively, still very conscious of the fact that you were the one that couldn't be recognized. "I'll stop the live then" The rhythm was slower now that she was speaking to you, only that wet sound was more audible than your voices.

"You'll lose m-money" You managed to say between sobs and she scoffed.

"I don't care" She pulled it off, picking up the camera. "I am sorry babies, we had a slight inconvenience now but soon we'll be back" She immediately turned it off on the laptop and went back to where she left you, turning you around and ripping that damn mask off.

That kiss was rough and needy as your tongues sloppily battled against each other, she placed you on your back on the edge of the bed and slammed the fake cock inside your pussy one more time, her breath was heavy and there was sweat dripping from her forehead to her chin but she looked absolutely beautiful.

Animalistic, but beautiful.

"You have no idea how many times I pictured your pussy stretched out for me like this" She growled, kissing you.

"Please please, keep doing that" You held her face with one hand and the other pulled onto the harness, kind of guiding her hips into yours. "y-yeojinie, don't stop please p-lease fuck" She kept that hard pace, her eyes locked on yours and her tongue deep inside your mouth.

"If you call me yeojinie one more time I'm going to fucking cum too" She said smiling against your lips as her eyes rolled, her clit extremely stimulated by the strap as well.

"Yeojinie... yes baby, argh" You did it on purpose, your pussy clenching hard against her dick as you felt your climax wash over you, your body beautifully arching off the bed as she kept fucking you. Her orgasm hit as well, her eyes closing. Your moans and hers mixed up in a beautiful harmony.

She kept bucking her hips into yours with her eyes closed, kissing your lips kind of in a haze, hypnotized by the way your body felt against hers. You and her slowly stopped the kiss, her wet body against yours in a delicious way.

"I think you turned the live off too soon" You said, feeling a bit guilty for not wanting to take off the mask.

"I don't care" She rested herself against you. "They've seen you enough" She kissed your neck. "But don't worry mask girl..." Her thumb playfully grazed against your nipple and you hissed. "If you are that worried about my viewers, we can do this a second time" She kissed you in the lips and you returned it.

Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea.

[belovedhoon]

brought the heat back!

banner credit: @hmusunoo

pairing: jay x f!reader genre: smut, fluff (possible slight angst) fandom: enhypen wc: 4600+ warnings/tags: jealous jay, oral(m and f receiving) fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do this irl) taglist: @st1llm0nster , @shypen , @hmusunoo , @lonelybutterflytae

synopsis: jay and y/n have been best friends ever since they met in freshman year of college. jay has always had a crush on y/n but for the sake of their amazing friendship, he kept it to himself. jay thinks he’s good at hiding how he feels, but his friends definitely know, well everyone except for y/n… little does jay know is that y/n also has feelings for him, but is afraid of the same things as he is. what happens when they’re at a party together and jay sees sunghoon getting way too close to y/n for jay’s comfort. it awakens something inside him

fic under the cut >>>>>>>

“Y/N! Are you going to Yeonjun’s party this weekend?” Your friend Yeojin yelled as she made her way towards you. You jumped and turned around startled at Yeojin’s loud voice.

“Yeojin! You scared me!” You said sighing. She just chuckled and shook her head.

“You get scared so easy Y/N! No but seriously, are you going to Yeonjun’s party?” You thought about it. You weren’t sure if you were going to go…Jay hasn’t mentioned it yet and you usually only go if he goes.

“Oh I don’t know Yeo, I need to ask if Jay is going…” You let out softly. Yeojin frowned before sighing.

“Do you need Jay’s permission? C’mon! Kam, Rain, and Sunghoon will be there…” Yeojin says, wiggling her eyebrows at the mention of Sunghoon’s name. You glared at her for a second at the way she said Sunghoon’s name.

“No, I don’t need Jay’s permission…and stop with this Sunghoon stuff! You know I don’t like him like that!” You said exasperated. She just laughed.

“Fine. Fine! You know I only want what’s best for you, I mean you are the only one of us girls still single…” Yeojin said almost sing-song-like. You sighed. Well, the one I want definitely doesn’t want me back…I mean we are best friends after all. You thought to yourself. And it is true…Kam is with Heeseung, they are actually the couple that’s been together the longest. Rain is with Beomgyu and Yeojin just got with Jake, who has been simping for her since freshman year of college.

“I know Yeojin, but I’m perfectly happy being single right now!” You said to her. She just shook her head with a smile. You always say that.

“Okay, but promise me you’ll think about going! It won’t be the same without you!” Yeojin said to you. You nodded. She just smiled and gave you a hug before telling you how she has a ‘study’ date with Jake at his apartment, smirking. You both knew that there would barely be any ‘studying’ going on, but at least she’s happy, you thought. You had to go meet Jay anyway, maybe you’d bring up the party when you met up with him.

Later that day, you met Jay at the cafe right on campus. “Hey, Jay! Sorry, I’m late!” You said sheepishly to your best friend. He just smiled before shaking his head.

“You know I’m not surprised anymore Y/N…You’re always late.” Jay chuckles, leading you to the secluded table in the back of the cafe. You started to protest but realized he was right. You just frowned then smiled up at Jay.

“Ha-ha Jay, you’re so funny.” You say to him sarcastically. He just chuckles, shaking his head at your snide comment. You both sit down at the table with your drinks and pastries. This cafe always makes the best white mochas and muffins.

“Sooo Jay…Yeonjun is having a party this weekend…are you going?” You asked your best friend. He looked at you for a second, as if he was deep in thought before slowly nodding.

“Yeah, I guess I am. Will you go with me?” Jay asked with a hopeful tone. You smiled at him nodding your agreement.

“Of course, I’ll go with you, Jay…We always go to parties together!” You say with an almost bashful tone. ‘Here we go with the simping for Jay again tone’…You thought to yourself, mentally slapping yourself. You could feel your ears getting flushed at the thoughts running through your head… If Jay notices he doesn’t say anything.

“Okay perfect Y/N, I can pick you up, if you’d like?” Jay asks sweetly. You nod at his question.

“I’d appreciate that Jay, thank you!” You say to him, smiling brightly at him. Jay smiles back his face a slight shade of red at your beautiful smile. ‘Gosh, why is she so pretty?’ Jay thought to himself. You and Jay finished up your coffees and pastries before heading to the outside of the cafe.

“Do you need a ride home?” Jay asked you, his hands in the front pocket of his jeans. You smiled, politely declining.

“Oh! No, it’s alright, Rain and I are studying for our literature project, so I’m gonna head to her and Beomgyu’s apartment.” You told Jay. He smiled softly.

“Oh alright! I can drop you off there if you’d like. I’m heading that way anyway. I have to drop by Taehyun’s apartment anyways to pick something up…” Jay said to you. You smiled before nodding at him. He grinned before gesturing with his arm to walk towards his car. The whole way to his car, Jay had his hand on the small of your back, which caused a faint blush to appear on your cheeks and neck. Jay noticed this blush but assumed it was because of the hot weather, of course, leave it to Jay not to pick up on the fact that he’s the reason for your blush. You two were the most oblivious people to exist, how could you both be so blind and not realize that you were obviously feeling that way towards each other?

You two got to the apartment complex a short while later. The whole time you two were in the car you were singing your lungs out and just having the time of your lives. This is one of the reasons you couldn’t bring yourself to confess to Jay…you just couldn’t deal with the fact that you could possibly ruin what you two have. That would ultimately break you.

Jay got out of the car and rushed to your side to open the door, like the gentleman he was. Your face flushed every time he did things like this. Jay truly would be the perfect partner if only you weren’t too scared to confess…

“Thank you, Jay!” You said to Jay softly. He just smiled and nodded his head. You got out of the car grabbing your backpack. He closed the door for you after you had stepped out of his car.

“Alright Y/N, I’ll see you later, yeah?” Jay let out with a question. You grinned and nodded in agreement. He smiled at your agreement before hugging you, squeezing you tightly. Jay kissed you on your forehead, before letting you go.

“Bye Jay, see you soon!” You said to him sweetly. You turned away and started heading towards Rain and Beomgyu’s door. Jay waited and watched to make sure you got inside, before getting back in his car and driving a little bit further to get to Taehyun’s apartment.

“Why is your face so red Y/N?” Rain asked, her eyebrow raised as soon as she let you inside. You just shook your head.

“Jay just kissed her forehead, I saw it through the window.” Beomgyu said nonchalantly. You turned your head to Beomgyu and glared at him.

“First of all, no one asked you Gyu, and second of all why are you a weirdo and watching Jay and I from the window?” You grumbled. Beomgyu just smirked.

“Not my fault you’re obsessed with Jay, and to be fair I just happened to look outside to see whose loud car just pulled in.” Your glare deepened at Beomgyu’s words.

“Alright alright, Gyu leave the poor girl alone…she’s in love!” Rain said chuckling. You turned your glare to Rain this time.

“Are we gonna work on our project, or are you guys gonna just talk crap?” You huffed out at the two. They both laughed out loud as if your misery was a joke to them. Rain led you and Beomgyu to the kitchen table where they had already had everything set up.

“Oh my goshhhhh! When will we ever be done with this stupid literature project?!” Beomgyu whined out. You and Rain both raised your heads from your laptops and turned your heads to point a look at him as if to say ‘Are you serious right now?’

“Be so for real Beomgyu, it’s been 20 minutes.” Rain said to her overdramatic boyfriend. You shook your head at Beomgyu’s tactics. Leave it to Beomgyu to complain 20 freaking minutes into the project.

“No way! It feels like we’ve been here for WEEKS!” Gyu let out dramatic as ever. You and Rain looked at each other for a second before shaking your heads. After bribing Beomgyu to push through and continue to work on the project, by telling him that you all would go out and get food later only if he was able to do the project without complaining every 5 minutes.

“Finally! We’re done!” Beomgyu let out loudly, acting as if he were genuinely going to die if he had to write anything more for the project. You laughed at his tone.

“Yes, we’re done! See it wasn’t so bad now was it Gyu?” You asked him playfully, nudging him with your elbow. Beomgyu being the dramatic person he is, acted as if you had literally attacked him. He protested at your words.

“First of all rude. Second of all, yes it was bad! It took us 3 hours!” Beomgyu yelled. Rain rolled her eyes playfully at Beomgyu’s words.

“Don’t be so dramatic babe, at least we’re done, and now we can go get food!” She let out happily. Beomgyu turned to his girlfriend, his expression turning to one of softness and love agreeing with her. He leaned over giving her a quick kiss before you all got up and headed to to get food. It was times like this, seeing your friends in love that you wish you could just get over being too afraid to confess to Jay, the loneliness creeping in. You genuinely loved what you and Jay had, but your heart also broke at the fact that you yearned for more with him. You just couldn’t bring yourself to ruin everything you had with Jay, he meant too much to you to be selfish like that.

“Y/N? Are you going to eat your food?” Beomgyu asked you after noticing that you still hadn’t touched your food yet. You broke out of your depressing thoughts and looked up to see that both he and Rain were looking at you, both with looks of concern on their faces. You nodded your head slightly, before looking down at your food and sighing.

“Sorry guys, I’m actually not too hungry right now. Would you mind if I took this to go and headed back to my apartment?” You asked them softly. Rain sighed and nodded in agreement at your question.

“Of course, we wouldn’t mind Y/N…are you okay though?” She asked you, noticing the sad look on your face. You nodded at her words, packing up your food.

“I’m okay guys, really I am. I just want to go home and rest.” You said to your friends. They looked at each other as if communicating without words, before looking back at you. They got up from their chairs when you did hugging you and watching as you headed out of the little diner.

As soon as you got to your apartment, you said a small hello to your roommate Sunoo, before heading straight to your room before he could get the chance to ask you to watch a movie with him. You really weren’t in the mood to talk to anyone right now, your thoughts getting you down. Hopefully tomorrow you will be in a better mood because that’s when the party was and you really didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere.

The next morning you awoke to a text from Jay, after you told him that you were coming you hurried and got out of bed, passing by the mirror to make sure your hair was not too crazy. You opened the door to let Jay inside, and he stepped inside your apartment with the goodies in hand.

“I swear you only are nice to me when I bring you food.” Jay said to you as he put the food and coffee on the kitchen island. You laughed at that nudging him protesting.

“That’s not true! It’s technically your fault for texting me and waking me up at 9:35 in the morning.” You said to him. He just stared at for you a second with an eyebrow raised.

“Okay, well then I guess I’ll just leave WITH the coffee and muffins.” He said smirking at at the face you made when he said that.

“No, I’m up now and you’re already here…might as well just stay right?” You asked him with an innocent look on your face. He shook his head before sitting down at the island and opening up the bag of muffins he brought. You sat down beside him ate the muffins and drank the coffee together talking about the upcoming party.

The party was supposed to start in 2 hours so you were just getting ready, Jay left earlier to get ready himself assuring you that he would be back soon to pick you up. You put on a cute red dress and as you were done finishing your hair and makeup, you heard people talking in the living room of your apartment. You walked out of your room to see Sunoo and Jay talking.

“Oh! Y/N hey! Jay just got here so I let him in.” Sunoo said with a smile on his face. You smiled back at him nodding. You then looked at Jay, who was already looking at you intently. You waved at him, oblivious to the look on his face. Jay looked so good in his dark blue jeans and white tank top, he had a blue zip-up jacket on as well. Although the outfit was simple, it just suited him so well.

“Hi guys! I’m almost ready! I just need to go get my shoes and purse!” You said to them. Sunoo nodded and Jay made a noise of affirmation. You smiled and headed back to your room to go get the stuff you had mentioned.

“Jay you’re so whipped!” Sunoo said, turning to Jay with a smirk on his face and nudging him at the look on his face. Jay glared at Sunoo before shaking his head. How does everyone but you not realize that Jay is so hopelessly in love with you?

“Alright guys I’m ready!” You announced as you emerged from your room with your shoes on and your purse on your arm. The boys looked up at you and Jay smiled at you warmly.

“You two ready to go?” Jay asked you and Sunoo. Sunoo shook his head disagreeing.

“Oh I’m actually going to stay in tonight, I have to finish up my project for the fashion design class I was talking to you two about a couple of days ago.” Sunoo said to you two. You looked at Sunoo with a pointed stare.

“You’re still not done with it?” You asked him in a serious tone. Sunoo scratched the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. He shook his head slowly.

“I’m sorry! I got distracted…” He said with a look that could only be described as a kid who got caught with their hand in a cookie jar. You sighed exasperated, leave it to Sunoo to procrastinate again even after you hounded him multiple times to do his project… You felt like a disappointed mother right now.

“Okay! Well you better finish it tonight Sunoo, or we’re not watching the next episode of that drama tomorrow!” You said to him. Sunoo hung his head and nodded solemnly agreeing with you. You and Jay said your goodbyes to Sunoo, and you threatened him again to finish his project.

You and Jay got to Yeonjun’s frat house a short while later. Jay and you agree to try to stay close to each other since he was your ride home after all. You two went inside the house greeting Yeonjun when he let you both inside. Jay led you towards the kitchen to get some drinks when you mentioned that you were thirsty. His hand found its way to your lower back once again causing your face to redden again. ‘I really need a drink (or 5) to be able to deal with this all night’ You thought to yourself.

“Hey Y/N, I’m gonna go find Taehyun, do you want to come or will you be fine here?” Jay said close to your ear due to it being so loud in the house. You nodded your head telling him that you would just stay where you were. He smiled at you and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before leaving to go find Taehyun.

You stood by the counter making another drink when you felt someone tap you on the shoulder, you turned around thinking Jay was back. Your eyes widened slightly to see Sunghoon standing there with a grin on his face. You smiled awkwardly at him. Of course, when Jay leaves Sunghoon happens to find you. It’s not that you don’t like Sunghoon, it’s just that he won’t give up on the fact that you’re not interested in him that way.

“Oh hey Hoon, how are you?” You asked him. Sunghoon smiled brightly at you, stepping closer to you so that you could hear him.

“I’m better now that I found you!” He said grinning at you. You just stared at him for a second before laughing uncomfortably. If he noticed your uncomfortable laugh he didn’t react, if anything he got closer.

“So what’s up? You enjoying the party?” Sunghoon asked leaning into your space, talking into your ear closely. You nodded at his words looking around to see if you could see Jay.

“Oh I just got here actually, I came with Jay. There’s a lot of people here today.” You said to Sunghoon loudly, so that he could hear you over the music. Sunghoon grinned agreeing at your words.

“That’s true! Yeonjun really outdid himself this time…Leave it to Jun to throw the most extra party known to mankind!” Sunghoon said laughing at the end of his words. You laughed along with him at that. It’s not a Yeonjun party if there are not hundreds of people there. You continued to talk and laugh with Sunghoon when suddenly you heard Jay talking loudly and sternly startling you.

“Y/N. We need to talk. Now.” Jay said before turning away and walking towards the stairs. You turned to Sunghoon, both of you with looks of confusion before you told him you’d be right back and rushing after Jay.

“Jay! Wait hold up! What’s wrong…wait…you’re walking so fast!” You yelled out, trying to catch up with your best friend who seemed pretty upset. Jay finally stopped at a door opening it up and he all but shoved you inside the bathroom.

“Jay? What is your problem right now?” You asked confusion written on your face. Jay just stared at you with a glare on his face.

“Were you having fun with Sunghoon back there?” Jay let out with a pissed expression on his face. The confusion deepened at his words, you frowning at what he had said.

“W-what? Jay? What do you mean?” You asked him, wondering why he was acting this way. Jay scoffed at your words.

“Oh please, you and Sunghoom were getting so close to each other, must have been such a good conversation.” Jay said madly. Your confusion turned to slight anger. What is going on right now?

“Why do you care Jay? We were literally just talking…What’s your problem?” You asked pissed off now that he was acting like this. Jay scoffed again at your answer, before suddenly he got in your face, slamming his lips onto yours. Your eyes widened at the impact, before reciprocating the kiss, this is what you wanted after all.

Jay put his hands on your waist pulling you closer, not breaking the kiss. You gasped at the contact, his hands feeling scorching on your skin even through the fabric of your dress. Jay took advantage of your gasp and pushed his tongue into your mouth. You moaned softly at the feeling. Jay smirked into the kiss, before pulling away so that you could catch your breaths. You chased after his lips, whining at the loss of contact. Jay grinned, eyes zeroing in on your swollen, glossy lips. He groaned deeply at the sight of your eyes glazed over with hazy lust, your chest rising and falling rapidly trying to catch your breath.

“Jay…” You let out softly. Jay stared at you for a second, his eyes drifting to your lips again. You nodded a silent agreement to him kissing you again. You thought he was being too slow to kiss you again, so you took it upon yourself to kiss him yourself. Jay deepened the kiss, his hands drifting down to grab your ass squeezing softly. You moaned at the feeling of his hands squeezing you. You put your hands around his neck, playing with the hair at the back of his head. Jay sighs contently at the feeling of your fingers playing with his hair. He pulled away and trailed kisses down your neck and began to leave little nips at the skin there. You let out little whines at every bite. Jay then grabbed you by the waist lifting you onto the sink, and you gasped at how strong he was. He then dropped to his knees pushing up the skirt of your dress, looking up at you as if asking for permission. You nodded excitedly at his silent question, him smirking at your eager reaction. Jay pulled your panties down your legs, pocketing them in his back pocket. Jay groaned at the sight of how wet you were for him. He brought his fingers up to your heat and started to rub gently on your clit. You moaned out at the feeling, Jay looked up at you with a smirk on his face before he brought his mouth to you and started to lick through your folds. His fingers reached down to your entrance gently prodding it. Jay then slipped one of his thick fingers inside of you. You whined at the feeling of his finger entering you, moaning out for him to add another one, that you could take more. Jay groaned at that comment and added another finger, sucking at your clit roughly.

“F-fuck Jay!” You moaned out. Jay smiled against your skin speeding up his fingers and sucking harder at your clit. You could feel yourself getting embarrassingly close to your high way too fast. Jay could tell and started to moan into your skin, the vibrations adding to the stimulation you were feeling. You could feel your high coming on, you yelling out in warning that you were about to cum.

“Come for me, love…” Jay said with a groan, moving his fingers impossibly faster, which caused you to reach your climax with a yelp. Jay moved his fingers for a few more seconds riding out your high. After you came down from the intense high, Jay stood back up and kissed you, you tasting yourself on his lips.

“Jay…let me return the favor please!” You let out softly. Jay’s eyes widened not expecting you to want to do that.

“Wait…Y/N, you don’t have to…” Jay said softly, moving the hair that was in front of your face to behind your ear. You shook your head at that.

“I want to Jay, please…” You replied, before jumping down from the sink and dropping to your knees and front of him. Jay groaned at the sight of you on your knees below him, looking up at him with a sultry expression on your face.

“Fuck, okay Y/N.” Jay let out. You smiled brightly at him, looking up at him as if he hung the stars for you. You brought your hands to Jay’s belt and started to undo it, pulling it out of the loops. You then unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. You pulled out his cock gasping at the size of it. Jay just smiled down at you almost shyly. You began to stroke him slowly looking up at him, Jay groaned at the contact on his stiff cock. You put your mouth on him, your lips closing around his tip sucking gently. Jay grunted as you moved your head down further on his member. You began to bob your head up and down on him, Jay letting out little sighs at the stimulation. Jay could feel himself getting close to the edge so he pulled you up from the floor kissing you softly. You kissed him back and Jay lifted you back up on the sink.

“Do you want to go further?” Jay asked breathlessly. You nodded your head in a daze from Jay’s kisses. Jay tsked before smoothing your hair down a bit.

“Words, darling I need words…” Jay said sternly. Your eyes widened moaning out his tone.

“Yes, please Jay…I need you.” You let out with a whiney voice. Jay smiled and pulled you closer to the edge of the sink. Jay lined himself up with your entrance pushing in slowly to not overwhelm you. You both moan at the feeling of Jay finally being inside of you. Jay let you adjust to the stretch of him. You moved your hips toward him to signal that he could start moving. Jay started to move his hips, gradually speeding up his hips. You both started to let out sounds at the feeling of Jay moving his hips quickly into you.

“Fuck love, you feel so good around me,” Jay grunted out, his voice rough. You could not keep your voice down with the way that Jay was moving inside you. Everyone in the house could probably hear you two going at it. You could feel your orgasm approaching quickly again.

“J-Jay I’m gonna cum!” You yelled out. Jay grunted at your words, telling you he was also close. Jay brought his hand down to your clit and started to rub it fastly, that was your endpoint cumming with a whine. Jay moaned out at the feeling of your cunt squeezing him tightly, cumming as soon as he felt your walls pulsing around his cock. You could feel Jay’s warm cum inside you, moaning at the feeling. He pulled out slowly, before pushing his cum right back into your cunt you whining at the overstimulation. Jay smirked at your sounds, before pulling his fingers out of you and placing them in your mouth. Jay groaned at the feeling of you sucking on his fingers. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and pulled his pants up, redoing his belt.

Jay placed his hands on your waist lifting you off the sink. You looked at him with confusion.

“Jay…my panties?” You asked him. Jay just grinned mischievously giving you a quick kiss on the lips.

“I want you to walk back down there and talk to Sunghoon with my cum inside you.” Jay said to you, smirking at the face you made when he said that. You nodded slowly at that.

“Now that, that happened…what are we…?” You asked him in a whisper. Jay looked at you confused.

“I was hoping this meant we were dating, but if that’s not what you want then we can go back to being just friends…I understand…” Jay said solemnly. You shook your head aggressively.

“Jay…You’re the biggest idiot ever. I’ve been in love with you for years!” You told him, gently caressing his face. Jay smiled up at you with stars in his eyes.

“Now let’s go back down there. You need to finish your conversation with Sunghoon don’t you?” Jay asked with a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes playfully at that opening up the bathroom door. Jay held the door open with one hand, smacking your ass playfully with the other following you out the door and back into the party. Finally no more pining after your best friend.

[flwoie]

LOVE IN DISGUISE — PARK SUNGHOON

SUMMARY Secrets are meant to be kept. Sunghoon never keeps secrets though, well except one—his friends being members of a super secret spy team. He finds out on the night he gets kidnapped and is rescued by them. That night, his friend offers him to be a part of the team to stop an organization, SPY-DER LILLIES, from destroying their campus and agency, I.R.I.S (International Resource for Intellectual Spies). And like the goofy goober he is, he joins for a jetpack and to impress his longtime friend and crush, the black cat agent, in order to win her heart before the spiders come crawling up his back.

TUNE IN TO WATCH THE SERIES OF SUNGHOON LEARNING HOW TO BE THE WORLD’S GREATEST SPY WITH HIS FRIENDS AND HIS JETPACK!

STARRING spy! sunghoon x spy! f! reader (WITH txt’s beomgyu, loossemble’s yeojin, lsfm’s kazuha, nwjns’ minji, kiof’s belle, xdh’s junhan)

GENRE smau + written, romcom, episodic, friends to lovers, college au, spy au, characters inspired by my friend group, heavily inspired by that one spy kickin’ it episode (s3, ep 21)

CONTAINS 15+, profanity, light violence, brainrot😭, spy terminology isn’t fully accurate, also 50% of the chapters in here are not even spy related, incorrect timestamps (pls ignore) (chapters will specify warnings)

STATUS airing (whenever i feel like it @ 5PM CST) | july 9, 2024 - …

SOUNDTRACK

TAGLIST IS OPEN ✧ SEND AN ASK OR COMMENT UNDER MAIN MASTERLIST

🗯️ GUYS IK IVE BEEN DIPPING SMAUS BUT TRUST ME, I WONT DIP THIS ONE….

📻 : “I.R.I.S. TEAM 5 REPORTING, OVER…!”

MISSION #001 — PILOT IN DISGUISE

↳ sunghoon joins his friends’ spy team

one : jetpack joyride [0.9k]

two : the haters be hating [0.3k + smau]

three : my tall american friend

four : cuz im a sigma…👻

five : theres many girls in the fish

six : chicken butt

seven : when there's a screen, ao3 must be seen

eight : im gonna touch u lil bro

MISSION #002 — PARTY IN DISGUISE

↳ the boys throws a boys-only party in the lair while you’re out of town

nine : back early [0.2k]

ten : w rizz amirite

eleven : fake gucci pants..

twelve : H H HELL NAH🤦‍♀️ [0.5k]

thirteen : like the roblox game?

fourteen : the hell is spoogle images [0.7k + smau]

MISSION #003 — ENEMY IN DISGUISE

↳ the team keeps tabs on an I.R.I.S spy-in-training, who’s possibly a part of the SPY-DER LILLIES

fifteen : and ur dumb

sixteen : hide ur ladies🤫🥱

seventeen : luh luh loserrr

eighteen : what an ugly pepperoni […]

ninteen : PAUSE…

twenty : btw calc is short for calculator […]

twenty one : diss me diss me now u gotta kiss me

MISSION #004 — GAMES IN DISGUISE

↳ when the team is sent on a mission to defeat a tech team of SPY-DER LILLIES, they get transported to the internet world

... to be added

MISSION #005 — WITNESS IN DISGUISE

↳ the team joins a witness protection program after witnessing a fight between two canadian spy organizations

… to be added

MISSION #006 — CRUSHES IN DISGUISE

↳ in order for sunghoon to pass his final spy assessment, he needs to get over his crush

... to be added

MISSION #007 — CAMP IN DISGUISE

↳ the team is recruited to be camp counsellors for I.R.I.S spies-in-training

... to be added

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[koqabear]

Whatever She Wants

☆Song suggestion: Everything She Wants, Wham!

Summary:

Throughout your life, you were able to get by with the mindset that if you don’t give up, you’ll achieve whatever you want. Your current goal wouldn’t know what flirting was if it hit him in the face. Minor setback. 

Hueningkai x fem! reader

Genre: idiots to lovers, Hueningkai is BIG and STUPID but god does mc want him!! fluff, smut

Word count: 12.1K (a third is just straight up smut.) 

Warnings: Hueningkai is both built and tall af, extrovert mc, introvert/shy hk, mentions of food and alcohol, mc is bold!! Yeojin from loona is our wingwoman this time, our boy is explicitly called Huening or Kai, unofficial dom/sub dynamics(?), mentions of a single parent/ unideal life situations (doesn’t go into detail), petnames (baby)

Smut Warnings: soft dom!mc, sub!servicetop!hk, grinding, hk is inexperienced, and whiny, dry humping, face riding/sitting, oral (f&m receiving) multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hair pulling, deep throating, orgasm control, (edging, forced orgasm) raw sex (mc is on birth control!) riding, creampie, hk is pussydrunk!!

Notes: I don’t care how tall you are, Huening will be taller. He is meant to be an absolute colossal unit in this story, use your imagination!!

Hueningkai has been told he’s handsome all his life. 

Through his mother, constantly doting and praising him— “Look at my handsome boy, so charming!”— his aunties, endlessly shocked at the growth spurts he receives and the deepening of his voice— “You’ve grown well,” they would say, squinting up at him in exaggeration; they would always turn to his mother, nodding in approval as they spoke, “He’s grown into quite a handsome man.”— and through many more faceless people he’s encountered in his life. 

Maybe that’s why he turned out so stupid.

You’ve always been a high achiever— good grades, top of your class, excelling greatly in all sports and extracurriculars; only applying for high-quality jobs, even when still in high school, climbing your way to the top as you quickly became favored by everyone— it was a strategy you used well into your career.  

In short, you only wanted the best.

The best that, much to your dismay, currently manifested itself into the absolute unit that was Kai Kamal Huening. 

Your brain was quick to rationalize things; he was tall, handsome, and kind— the quick bare minimum checked off your list— but he was also much, much more than that. He was quick-witted and funny, one of the best lawyers in the firm you currently worked at as he always arrived early— a cup of coffee in his hands and his blazer already thrown across his forearm as he softly complained about how hot it always was inside. 

From your astute observations, he was fit. He had a good style and was well off, judging by the expensive suits that he always wore, always tailored to perfection— allowing you to catch the way his muscles rippled under his shirt whenever he would reach for the cabinets that were too high for anyone’s benefit— though you didn’t mind them that much now. 

He was well-spoken and charming, the compelling aura he always held to him enough to show why he was one of the top lawyers in your firm. 

Ergo, not entirely stupid. 

However, book smart and street smart are two entirely different things. 

“Huening,” You say, smiling softly as he turns around to face you, “a surprise seeing you here.”

That was a complete and utter lie. Anyone that worked at your firm knew that if they stopped at the coffee shop three blocks away before work, they were bound to bump into the man himself; the cup he carried into work every morning was enough of a hint. It was that same cup, however, that you spent days squinting at, attempting to decipher the name that his delicate fingers covered before you gave up and asked a mutual friend about; Yeojin only laughed at you, mocking you for an obscene amount of time before letting you in on the big clue. 

“He’s there every morning to order the same thing,” she lightheartedly scoffs, shaking her head before she continues, “Wonder how the hell he hasn’t gotten sick of it yet.”

So here you stand, taking a leap of faith as Huening’s eyes widen in recognition— you’re quite offended that it took him a moment to remember you at all. 

“Oh, hello,” it’s painful to hear how formal and reserved he is, the gorgeous lull of his deep voice enough for you to push past it as you continue to smile, “I didn’t know you came here.” 

“Well, thought I’d give it a try,” you say, tilting your head slightly, pausing as if in thought, “after all, I always see you with a cup from here. Figured it’s good enough if you stop by every day.” 

Your voice has shifted into that soft purr you always use on the people you like— victims of your trap as you lure them in, the perfect prey for you to pounce on and enjoy. His smile wavers for a second, and you try to fight back the way your lips want to quirk up as you notice his adam's apple bob nervously. 

Arms crossing, you take a step closer to him, looking up at him as you smile sweetly. Your scent fills his senses, floral and addicting as he looks down at you in confusion. The height difference sends your mind reeling.

“Maybe I could buy you your drink?” You say, sending him a coy smile as you continue, “As a thank you for showing me this place?”

He blinks rapidly, lashes delicately brushing against his skin as your words process in his mind. You feel elated, waiting to catch him in a flustered position, wanting to see what he looks like beyond that cool and collected character he always has. 

He takes a step back; you think you feel nauseous.

“That won’t be necessary,” he says, not a wavering ounce of nerves interlaced with his words as he sends you an apologetic smile. It’s his turn to order, and he takes another step away from you as he gives you a small bow, as though he were rejecting you— no, he was rejecting you. 

“Thank you for the offer though.” 

You can feel the heat rush up your face, a raging fire as it licks the back of your neck and leaves your fingers tingling. But you keep your cool, seemingly unfazed as you nod casually at his words; the pleasant smile on your face is stuck like glue for the rest of your time there, painfully aware of the fact that he didn’t bother even looking your way as you both waited for your drinks— even when they got announced at the same time and the two of you grabbed the wrong cups, all he did was swiftly switch with you and practically speed out of the building. 

In conclusion— you’ve had better coffee. 

❅ ❅ ❅

The concept of mutual friends is truly a blessed thing.

“So, what’d he say?”

After all, it was your one-way ticket to hearing the other side of the story.

“I didn’t want her to waste money on me, so I said no. Plus, my drink is pretty expensive.”   

You’ve never been happier to hear such a sentence— he wasn’t rejecting you, he was just dense!

“So he didn’t understand that I was flirting with him,” you say for the umpteenth time, leaning over the small break table as you ignore the lunch that you and Yeojin were supposed to eat together; your food was getting cold, but that wasn’t really on your mind as you stared Yeojin down, impatient for her response.

“No,” Yeojin said, mid-swallow as she pauses to take a drink— unlike you, Yeojin was currently entranced by the spread before her, eating as though her life were on the line. 

“I’m telling you, he’s just a little uh… dumb, with this kind of stuff.” 

Raising a brow at that, you finally decide to take a bite out of your food— you thought you were being quite obvious. It’s a little hard to believe that he wouldn’t know, considering the fact that he was a good-looking man; surely he’s had many people flirt with him, right?  your mind raced for answers to this strange dilemma, coming to a dumbfounding conclusion as you hummed in wonder. 

“Has he never had a partner before?” You ask, knowing that Yeojin and Huening have been friends since they were kids, “crushes… asked anyone out… anything?”

It shocks you to watch Yeojin go deep in thought. 

“Well…” she starts— another dumbfounding pause ensues. Your eyes widen by the second, watching as she scrunches her face in an attempt to remember, staring off into the sky as she purses her lips together. 

“I think…” You perk up at her words, only to deflate immediately as she shakes her head, a soft “no…” escaping her before she’s trying to remember again. You’re on the edge of your seat by the time she comes to her conclusion, sighing in dismay as she looks up at you in pity.

“His first kiss was in middle school from spin the bottle. And he had a girlfriend senior year, but they didn’t last long,” she says, “but that’s about it.”

The news feels earth-shattering to you— well, maybe you were just being dramatic. But as you lean back in your seat, crossing your arms as you process her information, you realize with wonder that it meant he was inexperienced. The idea is quite strange to you; there’s no way a man of his status and ambition hasn’t indulged in love or lust before, right? New possibilities came to the forefront of your mind— was this a result of him putting his work first, or was he simply not interested?

And as you let the shock linger in your system, you’re surprised to find a much more sinister feeling begin to rear its head, bringing a wave of joy to your system, your lips quirking up as you realize that you found this revelation to be quite… exciting. 

Yeojin seems to have come to the same conclusion as you, her brows furrowing as she frowns in dismay; she’s seen firsthand the lengths you’ll go to get the things you want. 

“Oh girl…” she says, meeting your gaze that only continues to fill with mischief; she’s unsure of what might be running through your head at the moment, but she does know that she doesn’t like it— not one bit. 

The nerves in her stomach only become worse as you refuse to let her in on your plans, choosing instead to take a slow drink from your cup, your gaze switching to something much more interesting; Huening stands by the break room, chatting idly with someone you could care less about— it’s him you can’t take your eyes off, entranced by the way he seems to be in a league of his own, his face blank as he keeps the walls around him up and fortified— oh, the things you’d do to watch them break, crumbling from your actions; you know it won’t be easy. 

But also, you love a good challenge. 

❅ ❅ ❅

Love makes a person do crazy things. 

Luckily for you, it’s not love; more of a curiosity, really. 

“Wow,” Yeojin says, leaning against the doorframe of your apartment, raising a brow in amusement as she watches you touch up your makeup for the umpteenth time, “never seen you so excited to go to a birthday dinner.” 

“It’s a big day for you, how can I not be?” A single glance at her through the bathroom mirror tells you she’s not convinced. Smiling sheepishly, you tuck your lipstick back into your purse, mingling uselessly with your hair as you try to sell this lie. 

“You uh…” adjusting with your hair one last time, you turn to her, giving her an innocent smile as you walk past her and to the door, “you picked a good place.”

“It’s the same restaurant we went to last year,” she deadpans, a teasing smile on her face as she sighs, “Just with new people this time.”

You try not to react too much to her words, knowing that she’s waiting for you to take the bait and ask about him— but you’re better than that, choosing to surprise her with the gift you’ve been dying to give her for a good month; a luxury coat that she’s been pouting about for a while, never brave enough to look past the price as she chose to wish from afar instead. And judging by the way she’s quick to discard the jacket she had on to wear your gift, it’s safe to say she loves it.

You’re safe from her teasing— for now. 

❅ ❅ ❅

The restaurant Yeojin was currently dragging you into was one of the few that served high-class western food you didn’t entirely despise— French, Yeojin would correct you about later on— but your tastes usually pertain more to the Korean food you grew up with. This time, however, you found yourself much more eager to make your way to your table, attempting to not seem too antsy as you waited for your other guest to arrive; not even five minutes passed before you spotted Yeojin’s friend, inhaling slowly as a satisfied smile graced your lips. 

“Don’t go too crazy on him,” Yeojin quickly warns you, her warm hand on your thigh snapping you out of your reverie. Turning to her, you’re met with her serious gaze, sitting up straight as you let her continue.

“He’s shy and takes a while to adjust,” you understand where she’s coming from, but you can’t help but want to point out that she’s talking about him like he’s a puppy; you bite back a smile from the thought.

“And, he’s still my friend,” her searing gaze softens as she pats your leg one last time, her expression lightening as he begins to approach. From the corner of her eye, she glances back at you. “Don’t make things weird.”

You try to fight back the urge to gawk at her, taken aback by her words. 

“When have I ever—?” You swiftly cut yourself off as Huening finally stands before your table, standing up with Yeojin as you watch them greet; you’re left painfully unacknowledged as you watch Huening hand Yeojin a present, observing the way he seems carefree and happy with her— you’ve never seen him joke around this much before. 

Just when you think things can’t get worse, you watch the way Huening stiffens at the sight of you, unsure of what to do as he realizes that you’ve never quite seen this side of him. Clearing his throat, he smiles politely, bowing slightly in greeting; you’re awkward as you greet back, forced to watch him retreat into that reserved and mysterious person you always saw at work— shit, maybe he really was like a puppy. 

No amount of inclusive conversation and lighthearted jokes seem to get him out of his shell; it’s a fact you and Yeojin seem to be astutely aware of, a pitied side glance from your friend enough to let you know that she at least acknowledges your attempts to be friendly.

You try to pretend that none of you have noticed the number of wine glasses you’ve decided to down, a result of your mind trying to fill in moments where you’re watching Yeojin and Huening talk, left with nothing else to do as you instinctively reached for the thin glass; it’s left you slightly tipsy at most, but it’s enough to calm down the racing thoughts that try to leave you an overthinking mess— at least you’d be confident enough if left on your own with him.

Which, after you’ve finished all your courses, is exactly what Yeojin does. 

You see Yeojin’s mouthed apology over Huening’s shoulder as she makes her way to the bathroom, clearly in the need to go as she doesn’t bother turning back around to meet your wide eyes— not that you were dreading being alone with him, it’s just that you weren’t sure what would be coming out of your mouth now that you didn’t have Yeojin there to signal you to shut up.

The silence that’s left between you two is horrendous; he doesn’t attempt to strike up a conversation with you, back to his unreachable self as you can practically see his barriers come back up. Your mind is racing to find a topic— you won’t allow yourself to flirt just yet, at least not after what happened at the cafe. 

“How long have you and Yeojin known each other?” It’s a safe topic, to say the least— something you know he’ll be likely to elaborate on; it was about the birthday girl, after all!

“Practically all my life.” 

Okay, maybe not. 

It’s not like you didn’t know this, but it would have been nice to at least be humored— he seems unphased as you sigh, leaning forward to rest your chin in the palm of your hand; you pout, your other hand absentmindedly reaching up to trace along the rim of your wine glass. 

“Huening,” you call out softly, tired of tip-toeing and being forced to strike up filler conversations; that truly wasn’t your style— it was too boring. It’s amusing to watch his gaze snap up to meet yours, caught off guard by your casual regard of his surname; under the soft lighting, he truly does look like a puppy, his round eyes sparkly as he waits for you to continue.

“Do I not interest you?” Your question is enough to have him sitting up straight, wondering what you could possibly mean by that as he tries to respond in a way that won’t be upsetting— in other words, he’s helpless.

Leaning towards him, you raise your brow, wanting to see if he’ll respond to your question. Another moment passes when you finally decide that you’re too impatient to wait for him to gather his thoughts— it’s much more interesting to speak your mind.

“You never seem to want to talk to me,” you sigh, leaning back into your chair as you watch him grow more flustered by your words— he’s never been good with such intimate confrontations. Yet you’re relentless, not giving him time to speak as you continue, “Why is that? You can be honest.”

You’re not sure if the wine has gotten to your head or if you’re just pure evil, considering the way you seem to enjoy watching Huening lose his composure very much. Looking at him now, it would be impossible to imagine him in the courtroom, arguing his points efficiently and without hesitation; at least, not with the way he seems too meek to answer your question freely. 

“I…” he finally begins, his deep voice stirring a whirlwind of butterflies you wish you could ignore, “I’m just not very talkative, I’m sorry if I come across as cold.” 

Waving him off, you lightheartedly scoff at his formal and stiff words— you believe him, alright. Unfortunately for him, however, that’s not enough to ward you off. 

“You seemed just fine when Yeojin was here,” you point out, eager to stir things up and see if you’ll get a reaction, “but now that it’s just me, you don’t even bother looking up from the table.”

He says nothing at that, much to your disappointment— if anything, he simply nods at your words, discreetly checking his watch underneath the table; well, not discreetly enough since you managed to catch his actions. He doesn’t seem uncomfortable by your presence, just unsure of what to do— a little nervous, even. Your efforts to lure him into having a full conversation have failed each time, but that only leaves you wanting to test out your limits a bit more— to see just what will give you a reaction.

“Hey,” you call out, smiling slyly as he looks back up at you; it’s strange, how the put-together and high-class man you always saw at work was nothing more than a pliant, shy puppy under your gaze. 

“Yeojins taking quite a while, isn’t she?” Huening nods— it seems as though he’s caught onto this strange dynamic you’ve created. 

“Well,” tilting your head to the side, you lean forward again, watching the way he follows your movements closely—you’ve got him hooked this time, that’s for sure. “Why don’t we use this time to get you more comfortable? I’m not that hard to talk to, you know.” 

He’s taken aback by your actions— he’s unsure of how to perceive them, not used to this persistent behavior; after a while, everyone who tried to talk to him simply gave up. Gulping, he nods softly.

“Okay.” 

“Tell me,” your voice is slow and sweet as you lure him in, careful not to scare him away with your questions as you try to ease him in, “How’d you and Yeojin stay so close all this time?” 

You want him to elaborate— you want him to ramble, to hear his stories and thoughts; Huening realizes that just now, watching as you stare at him in anticipation; your eyes are lidded and calm, a slight haze to your gaze as you slowly take another sip from your wine glass— who knows how many of those you’ve had already— and it’s oddly intimidating as your eyes never seem to leave him for a second. 

“We were neighbors,” he begins, clearing his throat softly, fingers tapping at his thigh under the table as he lets himself ramble, “Our mothers became friends, so it was inevitable that we would do everything together. At some point, she became more of a family than some of my actual relatives.” 

It’s interesting to hear this story from the other perspective— you’d known about Huening for a long time, but it wasn’t until recent years that you’d got to meet him; your new interest in him came much later. 

He tells you everything about him and Yeojin— it’s odd, but he can’t stop himself; at least not with the way you look at him so intently, silently urging him to continue every time he trails off in doubt— before he knows it, he feels his barriers being let down before he can stop it. 

“Hmm, you’re much more talkative than you give yourself credit for, Huening,” you say, his name rolling off your tongue sweetly and smoothly. You can see Yeojin appear behind Huening’s frame, finally making her way back as you sigh softly. 

“I’d like to see this side of you more often.”

He has nothing to say to that— Yeojin sits at your table before he can respond. And as you listen to Yeojin’s apologies for taking so long, you can’t help but feel his gaze return to you for the rest of dinner— even more so when it’s time to leave, his steps slowing as it’s finally time to part ways. 

“I think I forgot something at our table,” Yeojin perks up, nudging you softly as she sends you a smooth nod, “I’ll be right back, wait for me please.” 

Yeojin doesn’t even try to make her lie believable as she slowly walks back inside— you shake your head in amusement as you watch her go, silently thankful for her ability to pick up on the atmosphere that gathered around the two of you.

“It’s uhm,” Huening is first to speak, clearing his throat as you turn to look at him. “It’s been nice getting to know you. Tell Yeojin I had to leave early, but I’ll see her on Monday.” 

“Hmm? You’re leaving already?” You don’t allow him to leave as you take a step closer to him, watching as he straightens up the moment you approach him; it was honestly amusing. “You should say bye to the birthday girl, it’d be rude not to.” 

“It— sorry?” He’s practically malfunctioning at your proximity, blinking owlishly as he stutters over his own words. He’s never like this— yet, with you, he simply can’t keep composure; it’s like you learned just how to fluster him.

“It’d be rude,” you clarify softly, leaning into him as though you were letting him in on a big secret, your volume dropping down, “to not say goodbye properly.”

You’re not talking about Yeojin anymore; you both know this. It’s endearing, the way he gulps nervously at your words, hands hovering awkwardly by his sides as he finds himself unsure of what to do. 

“Do… you want me to?” 

It feels as though a bolt of lightning struck at your spine, your body tingling and hot as you process his soft and unsure tone— the way he’s become oddly pliant at your commands, unable to do anything unless you’re directing him to; you never expected him to be this way.

“You should.” 

Huening really is the strong and silent type— for all he does is nod meekly at your words, lips pressed into a thin line as you both fall into a tense silence. A smile breaks onto your face, unable to hide the mischief from your eyes as you finally take a step back. A moment passes, and you see Yeojin approaching behind the glass doors. Turning back to Huening, you tilt your head teasingly once you find him already looking at you.

“You’re quite obedient,” you offhandedly comment, tutting softly as you look away; you can still feel his eyes bore into the side of your face. 

“Handsome, too.” From the corner of your eyes, he blinks rapidly, seemingly ripped out of his trance as he sees Yeojin approach the exit, “Don’t be too afraid to talk to me. I don’t bite.” 

It truly is a curse to not have Yeojin there with you, your personal damage control that never lets your drunken thoughts get past your loose lips. But Huening simply looks too cute in your peripheral vision, and before you can stop yourself, you glance back at him, sending him a wink as Yeojin finally makes her way to you.

“Unless you want me to.”

He’s unable to look you in the eyes as he says goodbye— but the blush on his cheeks tells you all you need to know.

❅ ❅ ❅

It was a leap of faith when you decided to stop by the cafe nearby before work— a part of you actually was looking to get coffee before your long day— but in the end, it wasn’t really a surprise to see Huening waiting in line; rather, it was his actions that caught you off guard. 

“Good morning,” he said, greeting you with your surname at the end— just like you always did to him. The sound of your name coming from his lips sent shivers down your body, unable to hide your smile as you greeted him in return. You already spotted him the moment you approached the door, his broad back and impeccable posture making him easy to spot; so to say that it was a surprise to see him whip around at the sound of the bell ringing, eager to get your attention the moment you walked in, was an understatement.

Huening truly wasn’t lying about his communication skills; he was reserved and quiet as you spoke, constantly finding yourself searching for ways to prevent the conversation from dying. You’re not sure why, but he didn’t seem as eager to leave in comparison to all the other times you’ve interacted with him— maybe you’re finally beginning to warm up to him. 

Glancing at the menu, you find yourself next in line to order; Huening motions for you to go ahead, ever the gentleman as he opens his mouth to say something— but you beat him to it before he can get anything out. 

“Will you let me buy you your drink this time?” You say, an innocent smile on your face as you wait expectantly. He finds himself stuttering, eyes widening at your words. 

“I… I’m the one who should be—“ 

“Why? I’m offering,” if he thinks that he’ll be the one to woo you, he’s sorely mistaken; even as you gently insist, finally getting him to agree in the end, you don’t think he realizes how he’s digging his own grave—he’s pliant under your grip, and you’ve discovered that you like it that way. 

You know what everyone seems to think when you walk into the office together; as a matter of fact, you can hear it, your co-worker’s indiscreet whispers finding their way back to you, unable to bring yourself to care as their comments turn out more amusing to you than anything. 

Has he finally set his eyes on someone? Is he making a move on her? Look, both of their cups have the same name on them.

Setting your coffee cup down, you smile at the pretty name that was scrawled on by the barista— Huening. A smile itches itself onto your face, filled with mischief and unable to go away as your friend walks into your office; she takes one look at you, then sighs. 

“You’re quick,” she says, your smile contagious as she quickly finds herself mirroring your expression. Taking a seat across from you, she grins, patting the desk as she leans in, eyes wide and eager as she asks, “What’d you do?”

It doesn’t take long for you to recap all of the things you said to him, starting from the dinner to the very moment the two of you walked into the building. You find yourself in a giddy and dreamlike state as you recount everything to her, staring out into the hallway as your finger traces around the lid of your cup, the warmth bringing comfort to you as you cup your hands around it instead. 

“So it was all you,” Yeojin says, bewildered by your tale as she stares at you, head in her hands in amazement. “I’m surprised he’s warming up to you already.” 

“You think so too, right?” You immediately quip, leaning in towards her as you bring your voice down, “I’ve always been the one that tries to talk to him first. It’s always kind of awkward— not that today was any better— but he didn’t seem so… skittish this time.”

Yeojin nods profusely, leaning back in her chair as she puts her hands neatly in her lap. Yet, even though she’s agreeing with you, you can still see that there’s more to it— especially with the way she seems to be lost in thought, lips pursed as though she’s pondering whether to say something to you or not.

“See, the thing about him is…” She pauses, shaking her head with a small tsk— sighing deeply, she seems to be in turmoil on how to phrase her next words. “He’s a bit… clueless. Inexperienced, on top of that.”

“So…?” You say, raising a brow in curiosity. She smiles sheepishly, and you can only tilt your head down in an attempt to urge her to continue. 

“So he probably doesn’t realize you’re flirting.” 

“What? How can he not?” You ask, a bit in disbelief as you attempt to consider the possibility, “I’m practically spelling it out for him— I’ve practically told him I want him at this point.”

“Ew, first off— he’s still my friend, I don’t wanna hear that,” Yeojin jokes, ignoring the way you roll your eyes lightheartedly in response, “and… how do I say this in a way that doesn’t make him sound narcissistic…” 

Yeojin winces, smacking her lips before she continues. 

“He’s kinda… He’s been praised throughout his whole life— he was popular in school, too.” She laughs at that, remembering the way girls used to flock around him constantly, “People always used to tell him he was handsome and all that— So, when you tell him all these things…” 

“He doesn’t think anything of it.” You say breathlessly, connecting the two as you look at Yeojin— to your dismay, she nods. “Because he’s used to hearing it all the time.” 

Yeojin only agrees with you; a moment passes as you let the information sink in, realizing just how difficult this all is turning out to be. 

“Damn.”

❅ ❅ ❅

You’re not… entirely sure how you got here. 

Your mother was always a very supportive woman— it was just you and her against the world, after all. 

“Don’t let anyone tell you what you can or can’t do,” she would tell you, a proud smile permanently stuck on her face every time she looked at you— at all the things you managed to achieve despite your unideal living situation, “If you put your mind to it, I know you’ll get anything you want.” 

Her advice stuck with you; your personal motivation whenever you faltered, when the finish line seemed too far for your comfort. Without her, you wouldn’t have the mindset to never give up— even on the little things. 

So, now that you really think about it, you think you know how you got to where you are now— a tipsy mess, arms linked with Huening’s as you rambled to him about something incoherent— you got here from sheer willpower. (And your mother, of course.)

In your mind, you were much closer to the finish line than the man beside you may realize; no, you aren’t dating him or anything, but going out to eat without Yeojin there to play the part of the mutual friend counts as a big step forward, right? 

The excuse of going on a walk around the park near the restaurant to sober up wasn’t entirely a lie— it did help a little, the feeling of the cold air on your face and the sight of the frozen lake reflecting the lights of the busy city waking you up quite a bit. But it was mostly a ploy to get Huening to spend more time with you; you weren’t ready to let him go yet. 

Weeks of talking and getting to know him better proved what Yeojin told you to be true— with every compliment, every flirty comment, he seemed to become more and more unphased, swiftly replying to each advancement of yours like it was nothing. You were able to call each other friends now, but at what cost?

You might just be stuck in this friend zone forever, you don’t like the sound of that at all, a frown overtaking your face as you pull Huening to the nearest bench you spot; wiping the snow off, you suppress a smile as he scoots closer to you, an action that might not mean anything to him sending your mind racing. 

“Huening,” you start, clearing your throat as you look at him. He hums, turning his head to face you— he’s so close, the scent of his cologne oddly addicting as you will yourself to not get lost in it. “Are you doing anything for New Year’s Eve?” 

“I’m going to Yeojin’s party,” he frowns, tilting his head cutely as he looks at you, “Aren’t you?” 

“I am,” you grin, nudging your shoulder with his as you face forward, looking at the pretty skyline and its busy city, “Just wanted to hear you say it first.”

A silence falls after that, yet you don’t find yourself scrambling to strike up another conversation. The man beside you is warm, the feeling of his body pressed against yours making your heart beat faster— arm against arm, thigh against thigh. Your hands are shaky and rigid as you tuck them inside the sleeves of your coat; Huening is quick to notice this, his hands reaching out for yours.

“Are you cold?” He asks, his hands oddly warm as they come in contact with your own. Turning to him, you’re caught off guard to find him staring at you intently; his eyes are soft, his hair fluffy and filled with snowflakes. You’re unable to stop yourself from staring at him, taking in the way his delicate skin is flushed sweetly, his lips parted and enticing as he waits for you to respond. 

“I wish you’d stop staring at me like that,” his words are deceiving as he says them, not able to fool you for a second as his voice drops down to nothing but a whisper, gulping softly as his eyes meet yours. 

“Why…?” You ask, your voice soft as you find yourself moving closer. You’re careful to observe him, eyes flickering to and from his lips as you wait for him to make a decision. 

“Because I…” he stops, licking his lips nervously as he stutters over his words, “It makes me want to…” 

He doesn’t finish his thought— but his message is clear as his lips press unsurely against yours. He’s soft, sweet, and oh so addicting as he kisses you, his hands that encase yours shaking as he finds himself unsure of what to do.

He feels the way you smile against his lips, confident and bold as your hands rip free from his hold; he allows you to take the lead as you scoot closer to him, your hand trailing up his arm, to his shoulder, until it finally finds itself buried in his hair, pulling softly before you direct him to come closer. 

He feels dizzy as your lips part his, the kiss messy and foreign as he lets you taste him— your teeth sink teasingly on his bottom lip, and he lets out the sweetest whimper that has your brain fogging with need. He feels the way your teeth scratch along his flesh as you pull away, his eyes slowly fluttering open as he takes in the way you look at him. He’s embarrassed, blushing and panting as he tries to catch his breath, ashamed that his inexperience probably showed— but to his surprise, all he sees is you, triumphant and satisfied as you take in the mess you left him in. 

It makes his stomach flip. 

“You’re so cute,” you smile, leaning in to place another chaste kiss on his lips— he finds himself chasing after you, wanting more as you laugh softly at him. He can’t bring himself to be embarrassed anymore, at least not with the way you look at him like you want to devour him. Standing up, you grab his hand, fingers lacing with his as you pull him up.

“Let’s go, Huening. I’m cold.” 

It’s immediate, the way he follows you, a shy smile never disappearing from his lips as he’s unable to look into your eyes for too long. It isn’t until he’s ready to drop you off that he stops you, your hand frozen on the door handle as you turn back to him curiously. 

“Kai,” he says, his gaze sweet and sheepish as he tells you. 

“Hmm?”

“You can call me Kai, if you want.” You’re unable to fight the smile that breaks across your face, reaching out to cup his cheeks before you’re leaning in, giving him one last sweet kiss before you leave.

“Okay. Kai.”

❅ ❅ ❅ 

It’s funny to think of Kai leading the relationship— but for some reason, that’s all your coworkers can fathom. Of course, you can see why they would think that; stereotypically, a man like him, who appears so stoic and composed, may seem like someone who would be more dominant and leading— he’s the one who buys a coffee for you every day, a secure hand placed on the small of your back every day when you leave together. 

But oh, if only they could see him now— a pathetic mess under you as you tease him relentlessly, on his lap as a movie plays on his tv in the background. 

“I thought you said we should get ready,” you say, smiling against his lips as you lean down to pepper kisses along the column of his throat. He nods, long black hair brushing against your skin as he attempts to stutter out a response— but he’s unable to, not with the way you’re mouthing mischievously at the spot on his neck that makes his knees go weak. 

“We— we should…” his breath hitches as you gently bite at his skin, careful to not leave any marks as he continues, “we might be late…” 

“Then why can’t you let me go, hmm?” You say, referring to the way his hands are still firmly holding onto your waist; he gulps, letting go immediately as you laugh. 

“It’s okay baby,” you sigh out, sitting up as you take in his dazed state— and before you can help it, you find yourself beginning to grind against him, watching as his hips jump up in surprise, “I don’t mind being a little late.” 

You freeze immediately the moment he reaches out to grasp your forearms; his eyes are glassy, lips parted and his breaths shaky as he stutters out, flustered as he holds you in place. 

“Wait…” he says, embarrassed as he looks away from you— he’s unable to meet your eyes as he continues, “I… wanna take it slow.” 

He’s vulnerable as he waits for you to answer, his body heating up in shame as he can’t look you in the face— he hoped that he didn’t disappoint you, wishing nothing more than to be the one that could take charge for once. 

“Of course baby,” you say, your voice gentle as you cup his face, moving his head to look back at you; your eyes are shining with nothing but affection and adoration, a soft smile gracing your lips as you lean forward to place a soft kiss on his forehead. “I’ll wait as long as you need. Don’t ever feel sorry or ashamed for wanting to take things slow.” 

He’s sure you can feel his heart, the sound loud as it resounds in his ears— he nods softly, your smile contagious as he finds himself mirroring you. It’s lighthearted as you giggle, peppering kisses all along his face as he breaks out into a grin; it isn’t until he’s pushing you away jokingly that you finally give in, reaching for your overnight bag as you tell him you’ll go get ready. 

❅ ❅ ❅

One thing about Yeojin is that she knows how to throw a party. 

You stand at her doorway, hand in hand with your boyfriend as you scan the apartment for your friend; it takes you a while before you spot her by all the drinks, chatting with guests happily. Nodding in her direction, you’re quick to pull Kai along, holding tightly onto him as you make your way through the surprisingly large amount of people— you forget how much of a social butterfly Yeojin is sometimes.

“You’re here!” Yeojin exclaims, swiftly turning her attention to her two closest friends. It’s immediate, the way she glances down to spot your interlocked hands, scrunching her face up jokingly as she’s turning back to you. 

“You two should be thanking me for letting it happen,” she says, shaking her head in amusement as she slaps your arm lightly, “I don’t know how you did it.”

You wave her off as you two laugh, Kai watching you fondly from the side. It isn’t long before Yeojin spots another new guest, bidding you goodbye before she’s greeting them cheerfully. 

You’re relieved to see just how many people aren’t your coworkers; you don’t think you would’ve come if that were the case. Maybe that’s why you allow yourself to meet new people, enjoying the music and the atmosphere as Kai tags along happily. 

“Thirsty?” You say, glancing at Kai after catching him looking around nervously for the umpteenth time. He nods, and you smile as you reach out for his hand. “Come on, let’s go somewhere quieter.” 

Yeojin’s kitchen is deserted and always left off-limits during parties; which makes it the perfect spot for the two of you to rest, leaning against the counter as you listen to the slightly muffled music in the other room. 

Kai isn’t exactly the most outgoing person— which is why you’re surprised he decided to go to one of Yeojin’s parties in the first place. But, looking into his eyes now, you realize why— because of you, of course. He seems content at this moment, alone from everyone else and free to wrap an arm around your waist— which is why you don’t hold yourself back when you lean in to kiss him. 

Like any other kiss you’ve shared, you’re quick to take the lead, and he’s just as quick to give it to you, your hands wandering up his chest until they land lazily on the nape of his neck; you’re playing softly with the tufts of his hair, enjoying the way he practically melts into you.

You’re more than surprised when his other hand finds your waist, holding onto you tightly as he turns— pressing your back into the counter as he stands between your legs, your dress beginning to ride up. 

“Baby,” you call out, a sigh escaping you as he begins to trail down your neck, the feeling of his hair brushing against your skin making you more sensitive, “baby, what are you…” 

Your words die on your tongue the moment his hips roll into yours. 

You’re done for, that’s all you can think as his hold turns firm, holding you in place as he begins grinding into you— a small sigh leaves you, and you can feel the way your stomach flips the moment he lets out a needy whine against your neck.

“Thought you wanted to wait,” you say, pulling him back up as you stare into his eyes, wondering just what has gotten into him— he didn’t drink, he’s the designated driver (you didn’t drink, either)— but his eyes seem to be hazy and sure as he stares down at you, the look in his eyes new, yet familiar.

“Can’t…” he sighs out, unable to stop himself as he presses into you— you suppress a sound at the feeling of him pressing against you so perfectly, “you look so pretty.” 

You’ve never felt so nervous before— he makes you nervous, his stare intense as you feel your knees weakening, your resolve crumbling as you gulp tensely. 

“Do… you want to go home?”

He nods. 

Your hand finds his in the blink of an eye, and before you know it, you’re weaving through the guests to find Yeojin.

“We’re leaving,” you say, hoping that your reasoning isn’t too obvious as Kai hovers behind you.

“So soon? It’s not even midnight yet,” she says, leaning in so you can hear her over the music. Yeojin seems surprised by your words, taking in your apologetic smile and the way Kai fidgets nervously behind you; she pauses before she nods understandingly, much to your relief. 

And as you bid her goodbye, you can’t help but feel your heart beginning to pound harshly against your chest as you make your way out, Kai’s hand secure on the small of your back the entire time. 

❅ ❅ ❅

“You’re such a tease,” you mumble, your lips stuck as Kai refuses to part from you for a second. He’s glued to you, your back pressed firmly against the door to his apartment as he lets his hands wander, smoothing down your hips and going back up, the fabric of your dress bunching up from his actions. 

“Sorry, I just…” his apologies fall on deaf ears as you hook your leg around his waist, bringing him in closer as you allow yourself to deepen the kiss. You’ve never seen him like this, needy and uncontrollable as he holds onto you tightly, trying to bring you closer even though your body is already pressed against his, the feeling of his warm skin against yours driving you mad. 

When you release your grip on him, your leg coming back down as your foot softly lands on the floor, you find your stomach dipping as you hear him whine from the loss. Grinning, your hands find themselves on his chest, pushing him back as you send him a coy smile. 

“This won’t do. Why don’t you take me to bed, baby?”

You don’t need to tell him twice— you barely get to breathe before he’s acting on your command, bringing you back in as his hands find themselves on the backs of your thighs, your mind barely catching up with him before they’re wrapped around his waist, a small grunt leaving him as he picks you up. 

“When did you get this strong?” You sigh, the feeling of him placing needy kisses along the expanse of your neck and chest making your eyes flutter shut— you can feel his muscles flex underneath you, impressed with the way he’s able to carry you to bed with ease. 

“Did it just for you,” He smiles, laying you down as he hovers over you. You scoff, hitting his chest jokingly as you try to pretend that his words didn’t fluster you. Gently, you cup his cheek, smiling fondly as you take his features in.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You ask, watching the way his eyes darken at the question; he sighs softly, eyes flitting to your lips as he nods.

“Need you to tell me, baby.” Your voice is barely audible as you tell him, tilting your head as you wait for him to respond. You watch him gulp, his cheeks flushing cutely as he’s suddenly unable to look you in the eye. Gently, you tilt his head back to you, prompting him to look at you as you raise your brows expectantly.

“Yes, I’m sure,” he sighs, not wasting another second before he’s closing the gap between the two of you. He can feel you smiling against his lips again, a feeling that makes him weak as he waits for your next move. And when you’re asking him to move, switching positions so you’re straddling him, he can’t bring himself to be surprised.

“You’re so pretty…” he mumbles, looking up at you in awe. You grin down at him, just as needy as him as you found yourself in the same position you were in a couple of hours ago— only, he seems much more sure of himself as you stare at him, your thighs soft and warm as he runs his hands over them soothingly. 

“You are too,” you say, the words slipping from you without a second thought as your hips begin to grind against him— you’re dizzy, able to feel how hard he is underneath you, how perfectly he slots against you. His eyes threaten to flutter shut at the sensation, a choked sound escaping him as his hand finds themselves gripping onto your hip; slowly, he pushes you down on him, guiding your movements subtly as his hips jump up ever so often. 

“Feels so good,” you sigh, your lips right next to his ear as you allow him to hear every pleasured sound that escapes you; it only manages to spur him more, soft whimpers and moans escaping him as he loses himself in the feeling of you. Leaning back, you press your hands firmly against his chest, grasping his attention as his eyes meet yours— they’re bleary and hazed with pleasure, already losing his composure despite you just beginning.

“When was the last time you did anything like this?” You tease, biting at your lip as you slow your pace, sitting firmly on top of him as you feel the way he throbs against you; his whines from the loss of stimulation are tempting, but you stand your ground as you wait for a response, much more interested in undoing his button up as you wait for him to speak.

“It’s…” you can tell he’s hesitant, his mind dizzy at the feeling of you slowly undoing his shirt— your fingers are mischievous as they trail down, tracing along his bare chest as your gentle gaze coaxes him to only answer with what he’s comfortable; in the end, he can feel his face heating up as he finds the courage to admit it. 

“I… haven’t really…” you’re unable to stop the way your brows raise in surprise, your movements ceasing at his words, ready to take things slower for him— but he continues, pushing past his shyness as he looks away from you. “It’s been a while. I’m not very experienced.”

He might just be the death of you— especially with the way he’s so sweet and shy, unable to look you in the face in fear of you reacting badly— but why would you, when he seems so eager to learn?

 “That’s okay,” you softly coo, your hands breaching past the material of his shirt as you run your hands down the expanse of his chest; he’s warm, his breaths stuttering as you teasingly run your nails along his chest— slowly, you make your way down, untucking his shirt before you’re wandering back up his chest and to his shoulders.

“Just makes things more fun for me,” you grin, mischievous as always as you lean in, pressing a soft kiss on his lips before you’re gesturing for him to take his shirt off— you allow yourself to sit back and admire him as he does so immediately.           

It’s endearing to watch him turn shy under your heated gaze, unable to stop yourself from admiring his smooth skin— your hands are eager to explore, feeling the sturdiness of his muscles, dipping down to his waist as you watch him flinch from the way your nails tease his skin, the rise and fall of his chest slowing and deepening as he waits for your next move.

You can tell he’s beginning to grow impatient; it’s amusing watching him become antsy as the feeling of your body, soft and warm, on top of his, just isn’t enough; he wants to feel you.

There’s no need for words as he begins to tug the hem of your dress up, suddenly impatient with the need to touch you, to pleasure you. And you allow him to, assisting him as you finally take your dress off, unable to fight the nerves that come with him seeing you like this for the first time— but one look in his eyes is enough to reassure you once again. 

He’s unsure of how to control himself as he takes you in, choosing to pull you in for another kiss instead; you’re surprised by how needy he is, looming over you until he’s switching positions, your back pressed against his bed as he hovers over you once more.

“Can I…” he’s unable to finish his sentence, refusing to part from you as his hands tentatively meet your waist— his hands are big as they smooth up and down your body, unable to stop the shivers that wrack through you from the feeling. Pushing him back, you smile, meeting his needy gaze with a soft laugh. 

“You can do anything you want to me.” 

A moment passes as he looks down at you, deciphering whether or not you mean it— you’re so pretty under him, not an ounce of doubt or hesitation showing through as your eyes meet his; they’re just as needy and impatient as his. Gulping, he slowly nods, hoping that you don’t notice how shaky his hands are as they slowly breach past the waistband of your panties. 

Slowly, he drags the material down, his inexperience shining through as you watch him keenly— he’s hesitant in all his movements, careful to keep an eye on your reactions in hopes that he’s doing okay. Slowly, he eases himself onto his stomach, situating himself between your legs as he takes you in— needy, wet, and so pretty. 

“Huening,” you purr out, the sound of his surname coming from your lips in such a tone catching him off guard; he hopes you didn’t catch the way his hips ground into the mattress, the sound of your deep and commanding voice making him melt. 

It’s only natural that your hand finds itself wound in his hair— he looks so cute as you watch the way he stares up at you expectantly, his eyes fluttering shut as you tug teasingly at his roots.

“What’s wrong baby?” You coo, unable to hide the way your arousal only builds up as he seems helpless, sitting up as he moves to kneel as well. He smiles sheepishly at your question, biting at his lip before he answers you. 

“I’m not sure what to do. I’ve never…” at the tilt of your head, he clears his throat, hands holding onto your waist as he leans in, his lips begging to be kissed as he pouts. “I want to please you.” 

You raise your brows— now it’s you who doesn’t know what to say. 

“You want me to show you?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, your voice a whisper as you watch him nod eagerly. 

“I want you to use me.” 

A breathless laugh is all that leaves you— you wait, looking for any hesitation, regret, uncertainty— but all you see in those eager eyes is a genuine impatience, a smile easing itself on his face as he takes in your flustered face. Slowly, he leans in, placing a kiss below your ear, his hands on your hips dragging you closer to him as he whispers, his words so quiet you could miss it if you didn’t pay attention. 

“Will you ride my face?” 

You gulp, feeling weak from his words as you slowly nod— and, like always, he’s eager to move, ready for you to get comfortable as he lays expectantly. 

“You…” you gulp, your knees dipping the bed down as you hover above his chest— his hands rub up and down your thighs, surprised to see him grinning mischievously for once; god, is that what you looked like? 

“You’re sure about this?” 

“Yes,” this new side of him is lethal— patting your thighs, he gestures for you to move up, eyes lidded as he looks up at you. “Please… I want you so bad, want to taste you.” 

His begging is quiet and whiny as he continues, making your knees weak as you finally scoot up; his lips are parted in awe as he stares up at you, licking his lips in anticipation as you hover over him— your pussy is enticing as a shaky sigh escapes him, the feeling of his breath on your core making you jump in surprise. 

“Just…” slowly, you reach down to push his hair from his face, his eyes closing in contentment as you do so— your other hand holds onto the headboard, leaning forward for support as you speak. “Don’t be afraid to stop, if it gets to be too much.” 

The look he sends you feels like a strike of lighting on your spine— your body is hot and tingly as he sends you a coy smile, gripping your hips as he gestures for you to move down. 

“Don’t worry about me.” 

Eager. That’s all you can think to describe Kai as he finally gets a taste of you, the feeling of his tongue flattening against your slit making you jump in surprise— the moan you let out after is uncontrollable, the feeling of him licking a strip along your pussy making your eyes fall shut. 

His lips find your clit soon after, sucking and teasing it as he tries to gauge what makes you tremble above him— his tongue circles along it slowly as he stares up at you, in awe of the way you react to his every movement. It isn’t long before he’s back to your slit, his tongue slowly breaching your hole before it retreats; you’d never thought he’d ever tease you like this, and you’re finding yourself to be much more impatient than you expected. 

Hueningkai thinks he might just die happy the moment your hips begin to grind down on his face. 

The sounds that leave your lips are heavenly to him, only managing to spur him on as he lets you ride him, his tongue finally entering you as you whimper; his hips jump up pathetically at the sound, desperate to feel something. 

“Ah, fuck…” you sigh, feeling him press harder against you— his jaw is left wide open as he takes you in, tongue working hard to collect all the essence that spills out of you; his eyes flutter shut as he moves his head side to side, nose brushing against your clit as he feels you clench around his tongue. 

“Shit, Huening—!” You’re nothing but a mess above him, surprised by how quickly you find yourself grinding down on him, desperate to reach the high that only looms over you. Your hand grips the headboard as you lose yourself, thighs clamping slightly around his head as a yelp escapes you— you’re crashing down before you know it, shaky sounds escaping you as he doesn’t stop his motions for a second.

“Huening,” you moan out softly, attempting to rise from your position before his strong hands are bringing you back down. 

“Again,” he whines under you, the sight of his face glistening from under you making your stomach flip— his eyes are determined as he holds you in place, running his tongue along his top lip as he persists, “wanna see you do that again.” 

“You’re fucking insane,” laughing softly, you shake your head, unable to deny the way your body is already asking for more— and he’s eager to provide, bringing you back down to him as he begins again. 

You’ve never pinned Kai to be like this— putting your pleasure above his, moaning against your pussy as he feels you clench down on him; he’s ruthless, sucking up your juices eagerly as he feels the way your legs shake, still sensitive from your previous orgasm.

It isn’t long before you’re cumming against his face again— your body heavy against his face as you grind on him, your hand pulling carelessly at his roots as you lose yourself in the feeling.

“Baby, oh god…” you moan out, not surprised to find his strong arms keeping you in place— you’re not so sure of who’s leading who at this point, but as Kai continues to push you to another orgasm, you wouldn’t be surprised if he decided to flip the script on you. 

“Shit, shit shit shit!” You gasp, your legs shaking as you struggle to sit up— your hand is pushing against Kai’s forehead as he attempts to clean you up, a coy smile stuck on his face as you hover over him, panting heavily as you lean your head against the hand that was holding onto the headboard. 

He allows you to take a second as his lips pepper kisses along your inner thighs, teasing tongue lapping at your cum that has dripped down. 

“You…” you sigh out, sitting back on his chest as you laugh incredulously— he simply stares at you innocently, as though his chin weren’t glistening and his face wasn’t flushed, his pretty hair splayed along his pillow like a halo, pretty lips parted so he could catch his breath. 

“You’re insatiable,” you comment scooting down before you’re sitting on his clothed crotch— he groans, grinding up at you desperately as he throws his head back against the pillow. 

“Could’ve gone for more.” 

“I thought you said you didn’t know how?” You muse, fingers teasingly beginning to unbutton his pants; slowly, you pull the zipper down, already feeling the way he throbs in anticipation. He shakes his head in amusement, arms splayed out on the bed as he closes his eyes.

“Just did what I thought was right.” 

“So you’re a natural…” you tease, dragging his pants down as you signal for him to lift his hips; he follows your command naturally, trying to hide the way he quickly becomes antsy. Your fingers are ghosting along the waistband of his boxers, watching the way his stomach flinches at the unexpected contact. After a while, he whines, needy and desperate as he raises his head to look at you.

“Can you please touch me?” He asks quietly, shy and whiny as he stressed his plea. “Please, I want to feel you…” 

His begging makes you feel weak— you could never say no to him. Slowly, your fingers ease themselves under his waistband, pulling it down as you finally free his cock— it’s hard and needy, pulsing desperately as a trail of precum spurts out, a soft whimper leaving him as you blow on it teasingly, his cock jumping at the feeling.  

“Agh, I need you…” he trails off, the feeling of your soft thighs against his driving him mad— he feels dizzy the moment your hand wraps around him, warm and firm as you watch in amusement the way his hips jump up at the feeling. 

“Oh—“ he chokes on his own words, feeling the way your thumb brushes along his tip, spreading his precum along your hand as you slowly begin pumping him, “ohhhh…. You’re so…” 

Your name is stuck in his lips as he moans out, his hands fisting at the sheets as you quicken your pace. Slowly, you lean down, watching him carefully as your tongue darts out to lick his tip— his reaction is immediate. 

“Ah!” He whimpers, throwing his head back with a whine of your name. His hips jump uncontrollably, eager to meet your mouth as you slowly wrap your lips around the head of his cock— your hand is still pumping him, trying your best to not break out into a smile at the way he weakens from the feeling of you. 

Your mouth is so hot and wet, sucking around him perfectly as you begin to take him deeper, deeper, and deeper. He’s never felt this before, and before he can hold back, his hips jump up, his eyes widening as his hand finds itself resting on your head.

“Fuck— sorry,” he says, breathless as he feels you continue, seemingly unphased by his actions, “god, you just feel so… so good.”

It’s lewd, the way your spit begins to trail along his length, your mouth slowly trailing back up as you release him with a pop. The smile on your face makes him feel weak, shakily exhaling as your hand continues where your mouth left off. 

“It’s okay baby,” you say, picking up your pace as you watch his eyes fall shut, “I don’t mind.” 

He can feel the pleasure becoming overwhelming, the sound of your sweet voice coaxing him making his head spin, hips fucking into your hand as your mouth latches onto the tip, your tongue only bringing him closer as you lap at him. His sounds turn sweeter, louder, and you know he’s close by the way his cock twitches in your mouth. Glancing up at him, you watch as his eyes are shut tight, brows furrowed as he becomes restless— your name is stuck in his mouth, the only thing he can bring himself to say as it falls effortlessly from his lips; he’s close, oh so close. 

Then, it all stops. 

“What…?” The look on his face is priceless— he pouts at you, watching as you move to straddle him, a grin breaking out on your face the moment you make eye contact. “That’s not fair.” 

Innocently, you shrug, watching the way he twitches as you grab him, aligning yourself with him as you hover over him. 

“Wait—“ he says, reaching out to you as you freeze at his words, “A condom— uh, there’s one in my drawer over there.”

“Do you want one?” You ask, tilting your head as you watch him go speechless. 

“Well…” he’s hesitant, unsure of what to say as he trails off.

“I don’t,” you say, reassuring him with a smile, “birth control.” 

You watch him gulp, eyes glazed as he slowly nods— you can feel him throbbing against you, a small okay escaping his lips as he allows himself to relax. Leaning forward, you press a kiss against his cheekbone, whispering in his ear teasingly as you glide his tip along your slit— he can barely process what you tell him. 

“If you don’t cum before me, I’ll let you cum inside,” you tease, a grin on your face as you lean back; his eyes are wide as he processes what you say, already feeling the way you tease yourself with his tip.

“But—“ he stops, a soft sigh escaping the two of you as you finally slip the tip in, “I— I won’t last long, fuck.”

Unfortunately for him, that’s exactly what you’re counting on. 

Your pace is brutal from the start— he’s biting at his lip to prevent his whines to spill out, but it’s not really helping; you’re so tight and warm, he feels dizzy as your hips smack against his, your thighs encasing him so nicely as he watches your breasts bounce from your bra.

You can feel him throbbing— he stretches you so nicely, the need to make him cum first a priority as you push past the way your legs are already becoming sore. Carelessly, you reach behind you, eager to take your bra off as Kai’s eyes never leave yours— his hands immediately encase your breasts, the feeling of his fingers teasing your nipples making you clench around him; his mind blanks instantly. 

“Agh, shit,” he’s melting under you as you do it again, feeling the way his hips are eager to meet yours, chasing after a high that you already know is close. 

“Fuck, wait—“ his words are cut off with a whine, throwing his head back as he feels his cock beginning to twitch, the need to cum after you denied him fogging his brain, “gonna cum, no— fuck,” 

Laughing, you lean down, placing a hand next to his head as you wait for him to look at you— his eyes are shiny and dazed as they meet yours, lips parted as he tries to lean up to kiss you.

“It’s okay,” you coo, putting your last efforts into quickening your pace; he groans, shaking his head as he realizes you’re doing it on purpose, your incentive nothing but a lie to tease him, “you can cum.” 

The way you sweetly coo his name after does it for him, your pussy warm and perfect as it clenches around him, the feeling of your lips crashing against his making him sigh in contentment. 

You’re ready to climb off him after feeling the last of his cum spurt inside you, but you’re not sure why you’re so surprised as Kai quickly flips the two of you, a small yelp leaving your lips as his hips begin to move— he’s a mess as he tucks his head into the crook of your neck, fucking his cum back into you and pressing his body flush against yours.

“Kai— oh shit,” you moan, surprised by the way he manages to fuck you despite the overstimulation, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room as he begins to piston into you. 

“You just,” he whines, his hand going down to grip your waist, pulling your hips flush against his as he rolls his hips into you, “you feel so good. Wanna make you cum.” 

In short, Hueningkai was obsessed with you. He couldn’t get enough, the need to feel you cumming around his cock sending him into a frenzy as he currently found himself fucking you past the overstimulation, quickly finding pleaure heating up again as you clenched around him, a moan escaping you as he brushed against a certain spot; it didn’t take long before he was aiming solely for that spot, his pelvis grinding against your clit as he did everything he could to make you feel good. 

“Kai, Kai,” you chant, breathless and dizzy from the way he fucked you, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten as you grab onto his shoulders, nails digging in and leaving small indents in his skin. 

The moment you finally clench around him, he pulls away, eager to watch your face contort into pleasure as you begin to gush around his cock; it isn’t long before he’s cumming inside you again, still thrusting into you softly as it slowly begins to leak out— you’re a panting mess as you meet his gaze— there’s an undeniable fire in his eyes, the sight only making your stomach sink in anticipation. 

You already know what he’s about to say by the way his hips grind softly against yours, his cock already beginning to stir inside you. 

“Can you give me one more?”

❅ ❅ ❅

“Order for Huening!” Your hands encase the two coffee cups instantly, thanking the barista before you hand one to your boyfriend; staring at the pretty name, you can’t help the way a smile breaks onto your face. 

It seems you’ve done it again; you’ve managed to achieve exactly what you wanted— his hand is comforting as you two walk into the office together, firm on the small of your back as he leads you to your office first; he’s hesitant to leave, but does so nonetheless the second you glare at him playfully— Yeojin approaches you after, shaking her head in disbelief. 

“Wow,” she says, leaning against the doorframe of your office as she watches her friend walk away— not without sparing you one last glance, of course, “you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.” 

“Yup,” you say, the pleased smile on your face only making Yeojin laugh.

“Try telling everyone here,” she comments, watching the way you only shrug carelessly, “everyone thinks he’s the one leading the relationship; except me, of course— granted, I’m the only one who is actually friends with him, so it’s a given that….”

Yeojin continues rambling, but you don’t pay much attention to it— after all, if they could only see your boyfriend, drunk off you and eager to please, you’re sure they’d change their minds immediately. 

But, that’s a sight for only you to see. 

❅ ❅ ❅

[goldennikko]

SOFT SPOT — son hyeju

summary : you'd never admit it to anyone, but hyeju was your weakness. however, a certain someone knew.

pairing : olivia hye x 13th member!reader

tags : f!reader ; idol!au ; reader is '99 liner ; cold!reader ; hurt/comfort (?) ; mentions of chuu leaving loona ; mentions of bbc ; swearing

requested: ✔

word count : 3.1k

you stared at the message that flashed across your phone screen minutes ago, sent by a family member who supported your journey with the group, as you sat in the living room with some of your members. it was an article about one of your members, jiwoo, to be specific, and your eyes scanned the seemingly incomprehensible sentences of the statement.

you just stared at it in silence, your head trying to catch up with the news and your millions of panicked thoughts, but your brain refused to accept the information until you heard a pair of feet padding around the corner and looked up just in time for the maknae to appear.

"is it true?" yeojin sobbed, her voice breaking as she stared at you through misty eyes that screamed denial at the news that had just reached you.

you avoided her gaze, unsure how to respond to her question because you were still trying to wrap your head around it. your gaze returned to your phone, and you scanned the article's headline for the nth time in the previous ten minutes.

breaking: loona's agency announces chuu's removal from the group

you close your eyes, feeling your heart break as a result of yeojin's cry.

"jiwoo unnie is leaving us?"

you tuned out the rest of the conversation, which was just the older members trying to take control of the situation and care for the younger ones because haseul hadn't returned home yet, both kahei and hyunjin were on their respective schedules, and no one knew where jiwoo was at the moment.

"that's not fucking true." 

because of sooyoung's outburst, you opened your eyes and met hyeju's blank eyes, which mirrored yours, before averting your gaze to sooyoung, who had been silent for the past few minutes and was just glaring holes into her phone screen.

"there's no fucking way jiwoo would do that." she seethed.

"haseul unnie is not answering her phone." jinsol murmured, taking the phone away from her ear to quickly text haseul before trying again. she looked at yerim, trying to stop her sobs, and wrapped her arm around the younger girl, allowing her to cry into her shoulder.

"same with jiwoo, cannot be reached." in frustration, jungeun almost threw the phone away, but she managed to keep her cool despite the mounting tears.

you couldn't take the pain any longer, so you got up and left, not looking back even when heejin summoned you with a pleading tone in her voice.

"y/n unnie. unnie, please."

however, you did not listen and walked down the corridor, causing the girl to sigh sadly.

hyeju remained silent in her seat as she watched you walk away; even when you disappeared into your room, which you shared with kahei, jungeun, heejin, and chaewon. she just stared at the spot you were previously at. 

her body was itching to move, to follow you. 

her brain yelled at her to get up and move.

however, she couldn't.

everyone knew you and your coping mechanisms in situations like this, when you felt suffocated and trapped. you isolate yourself.

hyeju wanted to join you, but after seeing how you refused to even be in the same room as them and ignored heejin's call, she sat back down.

haseul soon returned with teary eyes, and she burst into tears when she saw her members crying together in the living room, causing another wave of tears from everyone. some of the members tried to console everyone who was crying, but they teared up with them and looked away. 

meanwhile, you were curled up in bed, hugging the animal plushie jiwoo had given you, your jaw clenched as you heard the cries from the living room. you closed your eyes, blocking the noise with pillows, which did nothing, but sleep found its way to you, and you were soon drifting off, your mind filled with thoughts of jiwoo leaving the group.

"is she still not out yet?" 

night arrived, jiwoo had not yet returned, and you had not left the room, even locking your roommates out. haseul tried to coax you out earlier after arriving and explaining the situation to the others, but she got no response.

sooyoung and jungeun also tried, the latter cursing you for locking them out, which you heard but knew was a joke and her attempt to get you to unlock the door. however, it also did not work.

it was now kahei's turn. when she got home, she didn't even look at her members because she was focused on getting you out of the room. it took a long time, and everyone waited in anticipation, with hyeju staring intently into the corridor as if her gaze would be enough to call you back.

the oldest, like the others, returned with a worried frown. she shook her head at haseul, then looked at hyunjin, who was leaning on heejin for support.

hyeju clicked her tongue, cursing your stubborn nature. "she's not going to."

haseul sighed. "she hasn't had her lunch or dinner yet."

hyeju frowned as she looked at the food on the table, her worry growing as she stared at it. despite being younger, she cared for you. hyeju cast another glance down the corridor, wishing you would just leave your room. her body moved an inch, but she managed to shake herself out of it just as she was about to get out of her seat.

however, the elbow digging into her side made her jump, and she turned to chaewon with an annoyed frown, which chaewon returned with her own. the girl had been watching hyeju's internal conflict the entire time, watching her tense eyes move back and forth between the corridor, the table, and her palms.

"go." chaewon nudged her head in the direction of your room, and hyeju took a brief glance before shaking her head.

"unnie wants to be alone."

the other girl gave her another irritated look. "the look you two shared earlier says otherwise."

hyeju shook her head and averted her gaze, your guarded expression and helpless eyes from earlier when you made eye contact flashing through her mind. "i don't know what you're talking about."

pausing, they turned to yerim when she spoke, sniffling quietly. "we shouldn't force y/n unnie. she's… quite scary."

hyunjin shook her head. "but we need unnie right now."

chaewon leaned into hyeju while the others started to argue, causing the other girl to instinctively lean away from her. chaewon didn't mind, simply raising a brow at hyeju, who frowned.

"look, if anyone can get past unnie's cold and guarded exterior, it's you." chaewon tried to persuade the younger girl, and jinsol next to them nodded, but they were both too preoccupied with the situation to notice her. "jiwoo unnie can do it as well, considering they're best friends, but that's extremely rare."

hyeju remained silent as she processed chaewon's words, but she was taking too long, and chaewon's patience was running thin.

they needed you, and someone has to get you out of there.

chaewon's hand found hyeju's shoulder, and hyeju felt the arm against her lower back. hyeju tensed up and turned to glare at chaewon, but the girl beat her to it and pushed her out of her seat.

when she felt herself being pushed out of her seat, hyeju had to play it off in front of the others to avoid embarrassment, silently walking past them and sending chaewon one last look. chaewon simply smiled sarcastically at her, proud of what she had accomplished, and watched as hyeju walked down the corridor.

"hyeju's gonna try?" sooyung inquired, thumbs too busy typing yet another message to jiwoo. yeojin stood nearby, trying to peek over to read the lengthy message.

chaewon nodded and haseul sighed, worry written all over the leader's face. "i hope she can do it."

hyeju stood there, her fist raised to knock on the door, but hesitations took precedence, so she just stood there. she stared at the door, expecting it to open magically, but it didn't. she sighed in frustration and turned to leave before your voice from within made her freeze, shoulders rising to show the tension.

"hyeju."

hyeju's gaze returned to the door, her face flushed with embarrassment that she tried to hide with her usual poker face. hyeju knew if you saw her right now, you'd notice she was embarrassed, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try to hide the flush across her cheeks. hyeju heard the door unlock, and luckily for her, you didn't open it, giving her time to gather her thoughts.

"come in."

hyeju did as she was told, relieved that you weren't pushing her away like you do with the members. she stood in the doorway, staring at you as you sat on your bed, a deep frown on your face. 

when you two fell silent, you looked at the tense girl, who jumped slightly when your gaze landed on her, putting on a brave face despite the flush creeping up her neck. despite being amused, you couldn't bring yourself to laugh at her and instead patted the space next to you.

"don't just stand there, idiot."

hyeju clicked her tongue. "who are you calling an idiot, huh?"

despite her grumbled response, the younger girl approached you and sat down next to you, shoulders tense and arms crossed in front of her chest.

"you. who else?" you quipped.

the girl glared at you. "between us, you're the idiot."

"sure, hyeju. sure."

hyeju kept staring at you as you pretended to be unconcerned. she noticed how your seemingly blank eyes scanned the room as if for the first time, but hyeju knew it was a habit you'd developed over time. it meant you were attempting to postpone and, hopefully, avoid the upcoming confrontation or conversation she was about to spring on you.

her gaze was drawn to your clasped hands in your lap, your thumb running over the back of your hand, your nail lightly scratching the reddening skin. it meant that you were anxious the entire time you were locked inside the room, despite the cold mask you were wearing.

her gaze returned to your face, and her brow furrowed and nose scrunched at the same time as yours. hyeju knew you found something really repulsive just by that action, so she followed your gaze and saw the animal plushie.

"i thought you loved that plushie?" hyeju queried, knowing jiwoo gave it to you.

you huffed. "i do."

"then why are you glaring at it?"

you noticed her carefully staring at your side profile, attempting to read you. if hyeju was difficult to read, you were even more difficult to crack. despite knowing all of your habits, hyeju found it hard to read you.

you shook your head. "i wasn't."

hyeju gave you a look and merely pointed at your brow. "your brow just twitched."

"and?" you urged, raising the mentioned brow at her.

she blinked. "you're lying."

"i'm not." you huffed and your brow twitched again, causing hyeju to point it out.

"your brow twitched."

you sighed, annoyance in your tone, and hyeju just stared at you, not even slightly offended because she knew you were irritated by the fact that she could read you this time, not with her specifically.

"what do you want, hyeju?" you asked, your facade gradually melting away. 

you avoided her calculating gaze, and maybe it was just your imagination, but you noticed a hint of softness swirling in her orbs. 

"i don't wanna go back out there just yet."

"i was not going to force you." hyeju said, shrugging.

you shared a brief glance. "then what are you doing here?"

it was hyeju's turn to look away, her face flushed with embarrassment. the words were on the tip of her tongue, and they plagued her mind, but she couldn't say them in front of you because she knew you'd tease her.

i wanted to be here with you.

so she swallowed the words and replaced them with her own remark to lightly tease you.

"the unnies told me to check on you. i didn't want to, but they threatened me."

when you went silent, hyeju took a look at you but quickly turned away when she saw your intense orbs. you watched the redness on her face worsen, but you didn't say anything and exhaled. you knew she was lying though. if the redness of her face wasn't enough proof, the way her eyes shook when they met yours was.

"what do we do?" hyeju asked after a moment of silence, trying to get you to open up.

you hummed, glancing at the plushie. "i don't know. i'm not sure."

"and how are you feeling?"

hyeju was met with silence, but she knew you were just gathering your thoughts, so she waited for your response, if you were going to respond at all. either way, she wouldn't mind and would stay with you, sitting next to you to offer you the support you desperately needed.

"nothing."

hyeju looked at you, watching your hair get in the way as you shook your head, hiding your misty eyes behind a curtain of strands.

"i feel nothing."

hyeju acknowledged you with a hum and reached out. her fingertips touched your skin, making you tense and her pause as she waited for you to push her away. when you remained silent, hyeju tucked your hair behind your ear and frowned as she finally caught sight of your eyes.

"i'm not gonna say we're gonna be okay because we both know that's bullshit." hyeju murmured, triumphantly smiling as she noticed the slight and quick upturn of the corner of your lips after hearing her curse. "but i'm…"

you looked at her, your ears perking up as she trailed off, and you saw hesitation written all over her face. hyeju scrunched her nose in disapproval as she prepared to finish her sentence, and you simply smiled, imagining the internal conflict going on in her head.

you weren't prepared, though, because her words came out faster than you expected.

"but i'm here for you."

you and hyeju exchanged glances, yours filled with surprise and hers with embarrassment. hyeju glared at you as you blinked, trying to process her words. when you did, you turned away because it was your turn to turn red, the color crawling up your neck and across your nose. hyeju couldn't see it because you had turned completely away from her, but she watched you as you scooted closer to her, still refusing to look at her.

"what are you—?"

when she felt your head land on her shoulders, her entire body tensed. her heart flipped in her chest, and her face turned even redder than it had been. you were also quiet, waiting for the younger girl to calm down before speaking.

"i can't stay."

hyeju opened her mouth to speak, brow furrowed, to say something in response to your statement, but you squeezed her thigh, preventing the refusal from spilling out.

"the company is shit and jiwoo's leaving. i love you and the girls, but if jiwoo won't be here, what is the point?"

hyeju remained silent to consider your words, shaky panicked eyes darting all over the place in panic before settling on your hand, where you had begun picking at your skin as you awaited her response. the younger girl, irritated, put her hand over your clasped hands, causing you to freeze.

"stop that." hyeju grumbled, causing you to huff.

"i'm trying, but it's a habit."

hyeju felt your finger move to poke your skin as you replied, so she took your right hand and pulled it over to her lap, intertwining your fingers. you blinked as you watched her stroke the red skin with her thumb, a red hue appearing across your face.

"if you're leaving, i'm leaving."

you hummed. "really?"

hyeju nodded, squeezing your hand. i have no reason to stay if you're leaving. she refused to say it aloud. however, she tensed up when she heard a small chuckle from you.

"is that so?"

"shut up." hyeju grumbled.

hyeju missed your warmth as you sat up properly, but thankfully you didn't pull your hand back and let the younger girl trace your soft skin. hyeju watched, eyes twinkling ever so slightly, as you laughed lightly in delight. 

when your gaze met hers, hyeju didn't see the usual blank expression or glare. she could only see you right now. therewas no mask, disguise, or act. hyeju could see sadness swirling in your orbs as you remembered jiwoo, as well as fear at the prospect of leaving the spotlight and the girls, but relief at her presence in the room.

hyeju was able to read you. hyeju could see it.

and so she flushed. 

she watched silently as you leaned in to plant a small kiss on her cheek, your cold demeanor melting away right in front of her, and squeezed her hand.

"thank you, hyeju."

hyeju looked away, humming in response. "of course, unnie."

you both heard a knock on the door and turned around, hyeju glancing discreetly at you and noticing your cold mask was back on. she couldn't help but be disappointed, loving the smile on your face earlier, but was also relieved she was the only one who saw it.

haseul's worried gaze met yours, as did kahei's soft smile, her gaze fixed on your intertwined hands. you followed her gaze and squeezed hyeju's hand before standing up and dragging her along with you.

"you ready to talk, y/n/n?"

you nodded. "yes, unnie."

kahei gave a soft smile. "alright, let's go. you need to eat, too."

as you made your way back to the living room, you glanced at hyeju and gave her hand another squeeze to make her look at you. hyeju raised her brows, her gaze falling on your lips as you mouthed her some words.

"thank you."

in response, the younger girl nodded. hyeju drew you in closer, silently promising that she would go with you anywhere. even if it meant leaving idol life, she'd be content as long as she could be with you.

you were aware of this, and you would make certain that hyeju, along with the girls, could escape the company with you.

besides, she's not going to let you go just yet.

hyeju still has something to tell you.

she must confess her feelings to you or they will haunt her for the rest of her life.

however, for the time being, her priority would be jiwoo and leaving the company with you.

nikko note: hi, everyone! olivia hye fic coming through! it hurts writing for loona T^T anyway, i'm sorry for taking so long. i'm so busy, so please be patient with me! i hope you liked this one! thank you for reading!

[smutoperator]

Rules, kinks and favorite idols/groups

I've had this blog for a while but finally I'm not busy enough to keep it active. So there are the rules:

Idols must be 18 or older (obviously).

Sex must always be consensual.

Besides rape, I also avoid stuff like scat, vomit and necrophilia.

I don't write G!P smuts. I allow for the use of strap-ons but not actual penises for idols that have vaginas.

I keep note on every request and will select a few if the story fits. All smuts will feature at least one female idol and a male reader.

My favorite fantasies are: anal (my #1), breeding, creampie, dirty talk dom/sub, facefucking, morning sex, poolside sex, public sex, rough sex, spanking and titfucking. As you can see, I'm on the rougher side of the spectrum and my smuts veer into the porny side but can do romantic stuff if asked to.

Now on to the idols.

I have idols spawning from 2nd to 4th generation as my biases, my all time top 10 is, ordered by their groups: AOA Seolhyun, Blackpink Jennie, Dreamcatcher Yoohyeon, Girl's Day Yura, f(x) Krystal, Ive Wonyoung, Iz*one/Soloist Eunbi, SNSD Yuri, Twice Jihyo and Twice Momo (and RV Seulgi but I don't write smuts about her for finding her too cute to lewd).

Here are the idols from each group, order alphabetically, I can write smuts of. Inside their groups, the idols are ordered by my personal preference.

4Minute: Hyuna

Aespa: Karina - Ningning - Winter - Giselle

After School: Nana - Kahi

Alice: Sohee

AOA: Seolhyun - Choa - Hyejeong - Jimin

Apink: Bomi - Hayoung - Eunji - Naeun - Chorong

Berry Good: Johyun

Blackpink: Jennie - Jisoo - Lisa - Rosé

Cherry Bullet: Jiwon

Cignature: Jeewon

CLC: Seungyeon - Yeeun

Dal Shabet: Subin

Dreamcatcher: Yoohyeon - Gahyeon - Handong - SuA - JiU

Exid: Hani - Junghwa

f(x) : Krystal - Victoria

Fromis 9: Saerom - Chaeyoung

Gidle: Soyeon - Shuhua - Minnie - Yuqi - Miyeon

Girl's Day: Yura - Hyeri

Gfriend: Eunha - SinB - Sowon - Yuju - Yerin - Umji

I.O.I: Somi - Doyeon - Sejeong - Jieqiong - Chungha - Mina

Itzy: Yeji - Chaeryeong - Yuna - Ryujin

Ive: Wonyoung - Gaeul - Yujin - Rei - Liz

Iz*one: Eunbi - Wonyoung - Chaewon - Minju - Hyewon - Yujin - Sakura - Yena - Chaeyeon

Kep1er: Xiaoting - Yujin - Hikaru - Chaehyun - Dayeon

Le Sserafim: Kazuha - Chaewon - Yunjin - Sakura

Loona: Heejin - Yeojin - Hyeju - Yves - Haseul - Jinsoul - Kim Lip

Lovelyz: Mijoo

Mamamoo: Solar - Hwasa

Miss A: Suzy - Fei

Momoland: Ahin - Nancy

Newjeans: Danielle - Minji - Hanni

Nine Muses: Kyungri

Nmixx: Sullyoon - Haewon

Oh My Girl: Arin - Yooa - Jiho - Yubin - Mimi - Hyojung - Seunghee

Rainbow: Jaekyung - Hyunyoung

Red Velvet: Joy - Yeri - Irene

Secret: Hyosung

SNSD: Yuri - Yoona - Taeyeon - Seohyun - Sunny - Jessica - Tiffany - Hyoyeon - Sooyoung

Sistar: Soyou - Hyolyn - Bora - Dasom

Stayc: Isa - J - Seeun - Yoon

T-Ara: Hyomin - Jiyeon

Twice: Momo - Jihyo - Sana - Mina - Tzuyu - Dahyun - Nayeon - Jeongyeon - Chaeyoung

Weeekly: Monday - Zoa - Jihan

WJSN: Bona - Cheng Xiao

Wonder Girls: Sunmi

[hyeitsju]

can you do g!ploona reaction to reader pranking them abt being pregnant?

Loona reaction to f!reader pranking them by saying they’re pregnant!!

(Loona x FEMALE!Reader)

Note(pls read):

ONLY FEMALE READERS CAN INTERACT!! I WILL NOT HESITATE TO BLOCK THOSE WHO FOLLOW ONLY MALE BLOGS, LIKE MALE READER STUFF, ETC.

anyways, im sooo sorry that this took so long, I was lowkey procrastinating. also, this is such a good idea!! i loved writing it! i did have to split it into two parts because i want to have every member have pictures. but don’t worry, the second part will be out shortly after this one!!! keep it coming with the requests please! 💞💞

🐰heejin🐰

Heejin was very confused and a little nervous when you asked her to sit down once she walked through the door

Usually you would be jumping on hee and giving her kisses

However, her jaw dropped once you gave her the pregnant test

Heej would be frozen in shock, looking between you and the test, asking if it was really

Smiles so big, hugging you tightly and giving you a huge smooch while squealing

“OMG OMG OMG”

Actually starts to tear up before you tell her and it takes her a second to fully process what you said

And her smile slowly drops as she does

Would give you a soft hit on your shoulder, frowning

Makes you sleep in the guest room because she’s mad at you

On the bright side, Heejin does decide that she wants children now so you do start actually trying for one

🐈hyunjin🐈

When you asked Hyunjin to sit down, she didn’t think much of it

Just assuming you wanted to talk about what you’d dinner for next week or maybe another lecture about how she’s taking up 87% of the pantry space with her bread

But never a confession that you’re pregnant

She would gasp so loudly, covering her mout with her hands and look at you with wide eyes,

Whispering a quiet “really?” behind her hands before smiling and giving you a tight hug

But pulls back immediately once she remembers that you’re pregnant, muttering a small “sorry”

Excitedly asking a million questions per second with a wide smile on Hyunjin’s face while holding your hand in one of hers

The other rests on your belly

“How far along are you” “When did you find out” “Do you know the gender yet?” “Did you tell anyone else yet?”

You couldn’t keep up and eventually give up and say it was a prank

She immediately smacks your shoulder, scoulding you

A bit upset but not too much

Hyunjin gives you the silent treatment until you get her some cotton candy bread from the store as a peace offering about 3-4 hours later

Gives you a big hug after, but does let you know that she doesn’t like pranks like that and too keep them low

Like salt in her food or something

🕊️haseul🕊️

Haseul knew something was off the second she walked into the house, immediately going upstairs and into your shared room

Almost having a heart attack when she doesn’t immediately see you, but calming down once she notices the water of the sink running in the bathroom, along with the light peeking under

She hesitantly walks up to the door, knocking lightly and asking if you are okay and earning a small “okay” in return

Once she opens the door she finds you in front of the sink looking at a positive pregnancy test

It takes Haseul a minute to fully process what is happening, immediately giving you a hug once she does and lifting you off of the ground

“Oh my god, is that real?”

She would be smiling so hard her cheeks will hurt for the next few days

Talking about all of the things that she’s so excited to do before you stop her and tell her that you were pranking her

Is actually so sad :((( starts tearing up and won’t talk to you for the next hour

she can’t go very long without holding you

Haseul makes you apologize and scolds you for pranking her with something so serious

🐸yeojin🐸

Yeojin was lowkey nervous when you said you had to have a serious talk with her

She thought you found out that she actually kept the lizard she found instead of giving it away like you told her

So imagine her surprise when you shoved a positive pregnancy test into her hand

She squeals so loud, jumping up and down and running around

Actually forgets about you for a minute or two before running back over to you and giving you the biggest hug Yeojin has given you since you accepted her confession

Is speaking at 100M words/ph and you have to slow her down to tell her that you were joking

At first she was in denial “what? no, you just showed me that you are” and shoving the pregnancy test back into your hands as proof

But her smile would drop when you would show her proof of the purchase for the false pregnant test online

She would actually be so upset and a little disappointed in you for lying to her like that

Wouldn’t exactly yell at you, but would raise her voice more than she normally would when scolding you and would make you apologize by getting her some food

Yeojin would still be a little bit upset with you for around two weeks until she forgets about it

🦌vivi/kahei🦌

You and Kahei were just cuddling on the couch while watching a show when you “blurted it out”

She heard you but it took a good minute for her to process what you said because she was so focused on the drama

But her head would snap towards you once she does, blurting out a loud “what?” with wide eyes

When you confirm she gets up quickly with a smile that she covers with her mouth from shock and a surprised face, asking “Are you being serious right now?”

Gives you such a big hug, just sitting in silence for a second before pulling back and asking questions.

Questions such as “How long have you known?” “How far along are you” “Do you know the gender?”

When you burst out in laughter, seemingly randomly, she gets a little concerned. Asking “what’s wrong?”

Kahei actually gets a little mad and says that she needs space

Saying “that wasn’t an okay thing to joke about”

She eventually, late at night, comes back home to you and explains to you that she doesn’t like you doing those jokes and after she gives you a hug

🦉kim lip/jungeun🦉

You and Jungeun were sitting at the kitchen table, having a regular at home dinner date.

However, when she went to pour you some of the wine she bought for the date, you stopped her and said “no thanks, I don’t need any”

When she asked why not as she sipped on her glass, confused because you never said no to wine, you replied with “because I’m pregnant” as if it was the most normal thing in the world

She instantly choked on the beverage, wide eyed and asking you to repeat that

When you did she was very excited, asking if you were serious with a big smile

You, however, just couldn’t hold in your laughter and shook your head, saying no

She frowned and smacked your shoulder, scolding you for saying that and you two went on with your date as regular.

Best believe that she’s pranking you back tho.

so sorry Kim Lip’s is so short!!! anyways, have a good day/night/afternoon!!🎀🎀

[justalonelybitch]

Not So Sneaky Spies

Yeojin x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: so much chaos, swearing

Word Count: 1.8k

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“Something’s up with her,” Sooyoung muttered with narrowed eyes as she watched their youngest member slip out the door with a smile far wider than usual adorning her lips. Jungeun hummed in agreement, eyes glued to the front door. “Who?” Jinsoul questioned, clueless, receiving a playful punch on the shoulder from Hyejoo. “Yeojin, you dummy,” the youngest in the room scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “What do you think she’s up to?” Choerry asked, eyes dancing with curiosity. “Drugs?” Hyunjin pondered thoughtfully, earning immediate shouts in disagreement from all the members. “I was kidding,” she raised her arms defensively, shaking her head in amusement.

“We could always follow her,” Heejin suggested, eyes darting towards their leader in search of approval. “I don’t know, she’s old enough to be making her own decisions now,” Haseul mumbled, gnawing on the inside of her cheek. “Aren’t you even a little curious?” Chaewon spoke, raising her brows. The leader merely hummed, unable to deny her growing curiosity, but still remaining hesitant. “I’m not entirely opposed to the idea,” Kahei provided her input, eager members cheering victoriously. “Oh what the heck, let's do this!” Haseul agreed, everything jumping to their feet and toppling over each other as they rushed for the door.

“Just one small problem,” Heejin mumbled as they awkwardly stopped outside the dorm. “We have no idea where the hell Yeojin is,” Hyunjin finished her sentence with a proud smile. “That’s fine, Sooyoung unnie can just track her phone,” Jiwoo exclaimed with a grin, the mentioned girl nudging her side with wide eyes. “You have a tracker on her phone?” Hyejoo asked as a chuckle slipped past her triangle shaped lips. “She has one on yours too!” Jiwoo blurted out, Sooyoung running a frustrated hand through her hair. “Whatever, lets just find her,” the latter mumbled in defeat, pulling out her phone reluctantly. Everyone pushed and whined as they fought to look over her shoulder, yells of confusion echoing around them at the location displayed on her screen.

“That kid spends all her money on clothes we don’t even let her wear in public, there’s no way she can afford to go to an expensive restaurant like that!” Jungeun yelled, pointing at the screen in disbelief. “She’s probably on a date,” Hyunjin muttered, an alarmingly calm expression plastered on her face. “NO!” Several of the older girls screeched in protest, hands clapping over their mouths. “My child is growing up,” Haseul cried out, wiping nonexistent tears from her eyes. Hyejoo rolled her eyes in disgust at their exclamations, but still scrunching her face up at the thought of Yeojin on a date. “Let’s just go, and if you’re this loud we won’t go,” Kahei ordered, trying to keep her composure as everyone went wild.

Quieting down at the threat, they all began to wander aimlessly through the streets, following Sooyoung’s commands with every turn. There was the occasional grunt or shriek, but for the most part they maintained their dignity. “Are we almost there yet?” Choerry asked with an eager grin, their current map operator responding with a nod. They were all thankful that the restaurant wasn’t far from the dorms, having not thought about the possibilities of it being hours away before rushing out the door. “Is that her?” Jiwoo screeched upon turning a corner, glancing into the large glass window of a restaurant across the street. Jungeun smacks her arm in warning, the volume of the bubbly girl's voice alerting innocent pedestrians.

“Everybody be quiet!” Haseul whispered, silencing the group with her authority. They all stared wide eyed across the road, eyes locked on the easily recognisable Yeojin. “So she really is on a date,” Jinsoul muttered in surprise, squinting in an attempt to make out the mysterious person she was with. “Thank god she’s gay,” Sooyoung placed her hand over her chest, breathing out a sigh of relief. Chaewon snickered the oldest words, shaking her head in amusement. “The girl she’s with looks familiar,” Heejin muttered thoughtfully, leaning forwards to get a closer look. “Heekie you’re gonna get run over!” Jiwoo tugged the younger girl back as a car whizzed by, frowning as she pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Oh shit,” Sooyoung muttered as she glanced down at her now buzzing phone, Yeojin’s contact lighting up the screen.

~~ You chuckled as Yeojin stared down at her plate of food with a twinkle in her eye, beaming at the expensive variation. “Dating an actress was the best decision I’ve ever made,” she exclaimed with a bright smile, beaming up at you. “I hope you like me for more than my money,” you teased, chuckling at the way she glanced around the restaurant in awe. “Of course not,” she assured, reaching across the table to grab your hand. “Although it is definitely a bonus!” She grinned, digging into the food. “What did you tell your members this time?” You asked with an amused smile, taking a small bite of your meal before focusing all your attention on her. “I managed to escape unnoticed,” she admitted proudly, eyes dancing with mischief.

Shaking your head fondly, you gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “How’s the food?” You questioned anxiously, patiently awaiting her answer. “It’s amazing, I can’t believe you’ve never suggested this for a date night before,” she spoke, reaching over to steal some food from your plate. “I wanted to save it for a special occasion,” you reasoned, playfully smacking her hand away. “It's hard to believe that we’ve already been together for a year,” you commented with a dreamy smile, Yeojin giggling at your expression. “It feels like it’s been longer,” she admitted thoughtfully, running her thumb over your knuckles. “Remember when we first met,” you brought up with a cheeky grin, your girlfriend groaning in embarrassment.

“It wasn’t that bad,” you insisted, laughing as Yeojin began to whine. “You only say that because it wasn’t you who practically forgot how to talk!” She groaned, blood rushing to her face. “I thought it was cute,” you stated, a fond smile tugging at your lips. “You’re the first person I’ve ever been shy in front of,” she confessed, face scrunched up in mortification. “Well I’m just glad you approached me,” you smiled sincerely, eyes crinkling into crescents. “Even though you couldn’t talk,” you added, unable to resist the urge to tease her. “If you don’t shut up I’m going to start regretting making that impulse decision,” she grumbled, narrowing her eyes at you.

“Nope, you love me too much!” You shook your head dismissively, eyes shining with joy. “You underestimate my ability to hold a grudge, Y/n.” Yeojin crossed her arms over her chest, sending you a threatening glare. “Fine, I’ll stop,” you concede, pouting as she turned her head away from you with a faux expression of anger. “Yeojin,” you whined, receiving only a cold glance in response. “I love you~ Please don’t ignore me!” You said her eyes narrowing slightly, the ghost of a smile creeping onto her lips. “I’m sorry for teasing you, but I would also like to remind you that your amazing girlfriend is paying for all this.” You grinned as she finally let up, dropping her arms to her sides. “You’re forgiven, but only because I love you. No more teasing tonight” she said, shooting you a warning glare.

Digging back into her untouched plate of food, she noticed you began to grow uncharacteristically silent. Glancing up, she found your gaze out the window, head tilted in confusion. “What’s wrong?” She questioned, worried by your sudden mood change. “Remember how you said you got out of the dorms unnoticed?” She hummed in agreement, raising her brows as she waited for you to elaborate. “I don’t believe you were as stealthy as you initially thought,” you winced, subtly nodding your head to the right. Following your gaze, her eyes widened in surprise, a groan leaving her lips. The urge to slam her head on the table had never been more strong, Yeojin pulling her phone from her pocket.

“Give a second,” she sent you a tight lipped smile, clicking on Sooyoung’s contact and raising her phone to her ear. She watched as the girl across the street almost threw her phone on the road in a panic before reluctantly picking up. “Hey Yeojin,” Sooyoung greeted, an audible gulp could be heard through the phone’s speaker alongside the hushed chatter of the other members. “Would you care to explain why you’re all staring at me from across the road like creepy stalkers?” She asked, voice sickly sweet as she plastered a faux smile on her lips. “Umm, would you believe me if I said we were on a treasure hunt?” Sooyoung attempted to come up with a lame excuse.

“Am I the treasure?” Yeojin huffed, meeting your concerned gaze from across the table. “Uh, no.. maybe.” Sooyoung winced at her own words. “Yeojin is that Y/n?!” Heejin’s booming voice met her ears, the bunny-like girl’s eyes wide at the revelation. “Yes,” the youngest admitted with little prying, audible gasps could be heard ringing around the group. “You’re dating THE Y/n!” Jiwoo screeched in excitement, everyone wincing at the volume of her voice. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Sooyoung asked with a frown, not liking the idea of their youngest hiding things from her. “Because she’s beautiful and you’re all feral lesbians,” Yeojin explained simply, a surprised cough leaving your lips as you choked on your drink. 

“She has a good point,” Jinsoul mumbled thoughtfully. “We’ll can talk when I get home tonight, but for now let me enjoy my date,” Yeojin suggested, sending you a hopeful smile. “Fine, but you’re not getting out of this one easily!” Haseul yelled through the phone, beginning to round up all the members. “Great, now go away,” Yeojin bit back a grin as Sooyoung began to scold her. “Bye!” She exclaimed, hanging up with a sigh of relief. “All sorted?” You asked, eyes swirling with amusement at the interaction, your girlfriend hummed in agreement. “Just in time for dessert!” You exclaimed, chuckling as her expression morphed into one of pure excitement, cheering and clapping her hands as the waiter placed the sweet treats on your table.

“Does this mean that I get to meet your members?” You asked hopefully, eyes shining in anticipation. “I suppose so,” she agreed, nodding her head hesitantly. “Although I’m not sure why you’d want to. You saw how weird they are,” she shuddered at the thought, glancing across the street to make sure they’d actually left. “Yeah, but it’s kinda cute how much they care about you,” you smiled. “Care? More like nosy,” she snorted, watching as your expression fell at her words. “But if you really want to then I can arrange that,” Yeojin gave in, reaching over the table to grasp your hand once more. “Yay!” You cheered, eyes gleaming with excitement. If only you knew what you were getting yourself into.

[kz-i-co]

Selfish Desire: Part II

Summary: you tried to move on from your feelings of Minho but the more you keep your little secret private the more guilt you feel.

Pairing: Minho x f!reader

Genre: angst x fluff

Words: 3.5k

A/N: I was gonna make this one longer, but I figured everyone has waited long enough and deserved the next part by now (even if it's more like a filler) but I've already started the next part so I'm sorry this one is as short as it is.

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Part 1

Don't worry about it (Y/N).....We still have our secrets.

His words still lingered in your mind. You've been avoiding Yeojin's call all day. You couldn't face her. You kissed Minho. Well.....he kissed you, but you didn't stop him.

But you liked him first.

Everything was just unfair. But did you feel bad? Was it wrong that you didn't regret it. Probably.

Okay....maybe you regretted it a little. Does that make you a bad person?

You groaned as you rolled over, not ready to face the day.

"I thought I was the one who is supposed to be hungover." You heard a random knock on your door followed by a voice.

You leaned over seeing Yeojin in the flesh. You instantly panicked. "What are you doing here."

"Both you and Minho are avoiding my call yet you two were the sober ones. Should I know something?" She started causing you to gulp nervously. "Did I say something I wasn't suppose to?"

You felt relief. "No, of course not. I was drinking to."

"But not as much as me." She giggled sitting on your bed. "I'm sorry the night was a disaster."

"You don't need to set me up with Minhos friend to make things less uncomfortable."

"I know, I'm sorry. Jisung is not your type either. But he's really cute so I thought maybe it was worth a try." She shrugged.

"Oh no, he's very nice. But I'm not really looking for anyone right now."

"Don't you think you've been holding long enough. You're almost done with school - it's time to start putting yourself out there......and I can be your wing man- um.....wing woman?...."

"No no no." You immediately shook your head. "If im gonna meet someone I will, let faith work it's magic."

"Faith is my middle name!!!"

"Please shut up." You laid back down throwing the pillow over your face.

This whole thing was unfair.

"Okay fine. But let's do something. Let's go see a movie or bowling or....."

"Yeojin, no offense but can I have one day of peace before I start diving back into my old life here."

"Fine fine fine. But I will be back here first thing in the morning." She walked towards the door. "Plus I need to talk wedding ideas with my maid of honor." The smile grew bigger and more fake as you tried to hold back your tears from the reminder.

She finally shut the door but quickly poked her head back through. "Also, you need to practice your Korean.....you almost sound like a foreigner."

You rolled your eyes as she laughed closing the door again. You were devastated enough her and Minho were a couple but you completely forgot they were engaged as well. Let this nightmare end!

....

You had a spoon full of ice cream in your mouth as you balanced to grab a soda in one hand and a bag of marshmallows in the other. You weren't stress eating - definitely not.

You felt something slipping as you couldn't handle the arm space. You quickly held your knee up to grab the ice cream ready to fix your balance until the doorbell rang, startling the marshmallows right out of your grasp.

You put down the ice cream and soda and walked over the marshmallows to make your way to the door. "I told you Yeojin. Peace!"

"I'm sorry to bother you." You didn't expect him to be on the other side of the door.

"What are you doing here?" You stared at Minho as he looked just as guilty as you.

"I think we need to talk." You were speechless. "Can I come in?" He stepped closer causing your heart to beat faster than it already was.

"Does Yeojin know you're here?" You asked as you led him farther into your house.

"What do you think?" He pursed his lips.

"What if she shows up again. I don't want to complicate things farther." You shook your head.

"You're not the only one complicating things.....last night was more my fault than it was yours." He shrugged.

"Let's just pretend it didn't happen. She'll never forgive us if she finds out." You combed your fingers through your hair.

"We can't just ignore your feelings (Y/N)."

"I was drunk- I said a lot of nonsense."

"Doesn't mean it isn't true."

You sighed wishing you never said anything. "I'll be fine."

He gave you that look again. Like he knew you better than you knew yourself. Broken.

"I just want my best friends to be happy."

"Well, I'm not happy knowing you feel like this."

"Minho.....it's too late. I'll learn to live with it. It's just gonna take time."

"Please." You begged.

"Okay. I just want you to be honest with me. We'll pretend it didn't happen." You can see the pain in his expression.

"You guys don't need to worry about me. I still love you both like nothings changed." You continued. "Now, I'm gonna tell you the same thing I told her. I need a days peace. Please be going." You held the door open causing him to crack a smile.

"I'll talk to you later though."

"Sure." You smiled.

You can do this. Just take a deep breath.

»Outgoing text :: To Yeojin :: 5:21p.m. What's Jisung's number?

»Incoming text :: From Yeojin :: 5:23p.m. Ummm excuse me???!!??!!

»Outgoing text :: To Yeojin :: 5:24p.m. Im gonna give him another try.....I thought about what you said:)

»Incoming text :: From Yeojin :: 5:25p.m. 83!;$;$28&;!:!

»Incoming text :: From Yeojin :: 5:25p.m. Double? Tomorrow night?

»Outgoing text :: To Yeojin :: 5:27p.m. Sure:) Take the lead

You can't believe you were actually doing this but you needed to move on and Minho needed to forget your feelings for him.

»Incoming text :: From Yeojin :: 5:27p.m. Can't wait! And I promise I won't get drunk this time.

»Outgoing text :: To Yeojin :: 5:28p.m. You won't but I might Lol :D

»Incoming text :: From Yeojin :: 5:28p.m. Oh stop Jisung is great *trying to say with a straight face* >.<

-

"The fair?"

"Not just the fair, the boardwalk.....I know it's perfect. Play games and rides."

"We meeting the guys there?"

"Yeah. I wanted to ask you something?" She began causing your stomach to turn once again.

"Obviously, me, you and Minho have been best friends since we were little and I know it's still weird for you and trust me I get it but being in a relationship feels so much different than when we were friends. Like I love him but I don't know how to express those feelings......basically what I'm saying is maybe you can help me with my wedding vows. You know how to write so much better than me and I don't know how to put my feelings onto paper."

"I don't feel like I should help you with this." You quickly stated.

"Please. I need it to be perfect." She begged.

"Let's talk about this later okay." You gave a sweet smile.

"Okay. I'm just so not ready for this wedding. There is still so much to do." She sighed. "Sorry, I'm gonna turn into such a bridezilla....I know it."

"I'm sure you won't."

"Hey look. The guys are right there."

Yeojin pulled into the closest parking spot and you met up with the guys.

You avoided contact with Minho. If things weren't weird before they we're definitely now.

You glanced with a simple smile and adverted your eyes to Jisung. He was definitely more handsome than the first time you saw him - especially now that your mind was set on him and only him. Minho needed to leave your mind.

"You ladies look lovely." Jisung said. Wasn't he charming.

"Thank you." Yeojin smiled causing him to arch his eyebrows but glanced you a smiled.

"Nice to see you again." Jisung grabbed your hand as you both were the first to enter through the gate.

He was definitely being more forward than the other night. Maybe Yeojin said something?

"Let's play something." Yeojin suggested first.

"I'm gonna win my date that big monstrous teddy bear." Jisung was quick to run up to the counter.

"Umm.....excuse me buddy. (Y/N) likes penguins." She snatched the money right out of his hand. "You'll never get it anyway."

"Give me my money back."

"Not if you're gonna be an idiot-"

"They really always fight like this don't they." You laughed at the two as you and Minho watched from behind.

"All the time. That's why I'm glad you're back. Sometimes I feel like I'm the third wheel." He smiled.

"Han Jisung! I will kill you." She hit him but more on the playful side.

"OW- Lee Know, control your girl."

You looked at the worker in amusement as he even looked fed up with their shit.

"I'm happy with the teddy bear." You snuck up to Jisungs side causing him to blush.

"See!!!! I told you."

"(Y/N) tell him what you really want." She rolled her eyes. "I doubt you'll get it. Have you seen him play games."

You shook your head 'no'.

"Amazing." He spoke with confidence.

He played the game causing both Minho and Yeojin to laugh in amusement. It wasn't enough to win the so called big monstrous teddy bear but it was enough to win a medium size koala.

He was quick to give you the prize and you immediately cuddled it. "I like this better."

He smiled more with redness to his cheeks. You glanced at Minho for a quick second seeing him look down at his phone, avoiding the situation.

Was he okay?

"Minho, can you win me something?" Yeojin tugged on his arm.

"There isn't prizes small enough, sorry." Jisung gloated causing Minho to glare in response.

"Shut up Jisung. You got lucky." Yeojin defended.

But sure enough Minho was able to win the big monstrous prize causing him to cheer in excitement being his old self.

Jisung's face was full of annoyance as the couple gloated over their big prize. You grabbed his arm reassuring him it was okay.

"How am I suppose to carry that around though?"

"Are you ever happy about anything?" Jisung responded and she was quick to glare.

"We can carry it to the car." Minho suggested.

"Okay. We'll meet up with you guys in a bit." Yeojin spoke and they went on their way.

"Who needs them." He spine causing you to laugh.

...

You knew one thing for sure, Jisung was fun to be around. He had you laughing your cheeks started hurting.

"You weren't kidding. You're nasty at bumper cars." He said as he led you off the ride.

"Well, you totally smoked me at ring toss." You laughed back.

"So what now." You began.

"Farris wheel?" Jisung suggested as the ride became your nearest view point. You lost Minho and Yeojin by this point and figured you would bump into them again later.

"Sure." You smiled and made your way over. The line was barely a problem causing you to get on the ride immediately.

"I'm not gonna lie. I'm a bit scared of heights." You said after they closed the door.

"You want to get off?"

"No it's okay." You grabbed the bar tighter as it began moving up. "It's slow so it's not that bad."

"Well to be honest with you. I'm not a fan of rides either." He laughed.

"Wow something in common already." You laughed back.

"Here." He wrapped his left arm around your shoulder squeezing you into him tighter.

The gesture caused you butterflies, but you couldn't tell if they were good or bad yet. You liked Jisung but he just wasn't Minho. You have been in love with Minho for far too long and it would be hard to move on from that but for the sake of your friendship, you needed to.

"Sorry the other night was so chaotic." He began.

"No worries. It was entertaining."

"But you left early."

"I was just overwhelmed from being back so soon." You lied. "We'll have to do it again for sure."

"So you've really been friends with them your whole life huh?" He asked sweetly.

"Yeah. We were the best of friends since we were little."

"Could you tell Minho and Yeojin had feelings for each other?"

You looked down to hide the distress in your face. "No actually. They've only started after I left for school so..."

He nodded understanding but he could tell you were bothered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"That's okay. It's just weird." You smiled. "When I leave, we're all friends and than I come back and they're a couple." You shrugged.

"I can't imagine how you feel." Jisung sympathized with you. "I can tell Minho's acting different since you're back."

"Really? How?" You asked confused.

"I don't know. He seems more distracted."

"Not in a bad way." He continued from the look on your face. "I can tell he's happy that you're back."

"You seem like a really good friend to him." He smiled at your statement. "You guys met in college?"

"Yeah freshman year. I only met Yeojin when they started dating."

"What do you think of her?" You arched your eyebrow in amusement.

"She's umm.....she's nice." He laughed. "She's a little controlling."

"Is it because of the carpet incident."

"Okay- that was partly because she was drunk. She's usually not that bad." He laughed. "Besides that stain wasn't even that big."

"She doesn't think so."

"I'm never allowed to their house again." You both laughed together.

"You can always be my plus one."

"You want to get banned also?"

The ride coming down at the bottom once again bringing you back to reality. You completely forgotten you were even on the ride in the first place. You actually enjoyed talking to Jisung, he was sweet and funny, maybe this whole situation wasn't looking so bad.

You saw Yeojin and Minho waiting for you as you both got off the ride. Yeojin held her cotton candy tightly, smiling like you both just got married, but Minho on the other hand looked remote, almost like he was hiding what he was really feeling. He couldn't be jealous? There's no way.

Yeojin whispered something breaking him from his train of thought, letting a smile form on his lips. He was definitely hiding something.

"How was the ferris wheel?" Yeojin smiled.

"Scary." Jisung admitted but with a smile.

"Don't be such a wuss." She glared at him.

"Hey now, I found out (Y/N) here doesn't like heights either so we are both wuss's." You smiled with him.

"But we talked the whole time so I kinda forgot how high we were."

"That's good because I was trying to keep it together for you."

"Aw how sweet." You laughed again.

"Shall we get some food." Minho chimed breaking your train of thought.

"Yesssss, let's go." Yeojin rushed.

...

"So what do you think? Any spark yet?" Yeojin talked softly to you as you made your way out of the park and the boys were goofing off behind you.

"Well.....it's too early to tell but he's very sweet and funny." You smiled.

"You forgot annoying." She continued playfully.

"What's with you two anyway?"

"He's just a pain in my ass." She continued. "I always felt like I was third wheeling those two." She laughed but quickly lost her smile glancing at you sympathetic.

"It's okay." You smiled but painfully.

"Did I ever tell you what an amazing friend you are." She leaned in grabbing your arm.

Of course that statement alone made you feel even worse about yourself. You were an amazing friend at all. If only she knew. You felt like you had to tell her but maybe not yet.

....

"4 soju's please." Yeojin ordered.

"Maybe you shouldn't." You laughed.

"It's fine (Y/N), only a few won't hurt."

"Okay." You looked at your friend worried and of course a few turned into 6 very quickly.

"I wasn't aware our best friend is an alcoholic." You laughed feeling slightly buzzed but you knew better than to get yourself drunk as you finished off your glass of water. You were afraid what could pour out of your mouth under the influence.

"She really isn't." Minho confessed.

"Maybe she's worried about the wedding." Jisung spoke up taking a sip. He was at the same state as you, leaving Minho officially the only sober one.

"When is that again?" You slipped out, maybe these drinks were making you too relaxed.

"Oh um...-" Minho cleared his throat.

"We haven't....decided yet." Yeojin slurred her words. "We still have......lots to talk about."

"Especially us....(Y/N)." She smiled towards you, her eyes growing heavy.

"Later." You smiled back patting her on the back. "We should get going."

"I'll drive us." Minho got up first.

"I'll take (Y/N) home." Jisung got up as well, helping you to your feet.

"No, you both have been drinking." He was quick to stop you.

"I've had like two drinks." Jisung defended.

"But you're a reckless driver to begin with."

"What....- am not." He argued embarrassed.

"Minho's right. Even the slightest we shouldn't." You cut in.

"But my car." He pouted.

"We'll get it tomorrow." Minho helped Yeojin up.

"Wasn't this so fun guys?" Yeojin smiled smugly.

"It was great." You and Jisung laughed at her drunken state as Minho was shaking his head in the front seat.

Minho pulled up to your house and you grabbed your things getting out. "Thank you Minho for driving us."

"Bye Jisung." You said sweetly before walking up to your front door.

"(Y/N) wait." Jisung caught up behind you.

"I didn't want to say goodbye yet." He said shyly.

"Is that so?" You blushed.

He leaned closer to you, bringing his lips towards yours with a newfound confidence. You let him take control as you worked your lips with his.

He backed away, blushing in the process. He still managed to take your breath away to your surprise. He was completely different than Minho. But did it have an effect on you? You didn't know what to feel - but you were more than willing to try. You need to dig yourself out of this grave you dug yourself and finally move on. It was time.

This wasn't using Jisung right? You just wanted to get over Minho? You couldn't help but feel a little guilt but what other options did you have? Minho wasn't yours to have.

"Um...- goodnight." He was cute.

"Goodnight Jisung." You smiled sweetly closing the door behind you as he went back to Minhos car.

Another day and another night of thoughts eating away at your thought of Minho as you got ready for bed, but the second you feel you can relax with a clear mind; you hear the sudden soft knock coming from your window.

"What are you doing here?" You questioned as soon as you opened your window.

"I can't sleep." There was sadness in his voice.

"Well, try harder." The corner of his lips turned in a sly grin from your answer.

"I just...." He started. "I don't know what to do about-"

You shook your head disappointed. "We can't turn this into something more than it is - we agreed to forget it ever happened - Yeojin deserves better."

"I know." He sighed as he leaned again your window. "Can I come in? This was a lot easier from when we were kids." He slightly chuckled.

You pursed your lips in a soft smile and let him finally enter your room. "I just wanted to say....I'm happy for you and Jisung, he's a good guy."

You couldn't help but feel he was lying to you. He seemed genuine but there was some secret he was holding back, something he couldn't even tell you. He looked around your room. It's been a while since he snuck in here - he thought.

"Thank you, it's for the best." You smiled.

"You're not seeing him just because of me, right?"

"I'm seeing him so I can move on Minho, like I said before....I'll be fine."

"What's the real reason you're here?" You weren't fooled so easily. "You don't want to forget...do you?"

"No." He looked down before continuing. "I have a lot to talk to you about.”

"Well, can this wait - its after midnight."

"No, it can't." He began. "I've liked you for a long time (Y/N)....and I don't know what to do about it."

"You what?"

too be continued....

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Survive

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/s71ueP5 by flamio_1_2 Crack story with adventures, action and lots of laughs. We don’t intend to offend anyone, it’s just work of fiction and it’s for entertainment purposes only. We kindly ask readers to not hate on anyone in this book whether it’s because of story or current events in real life. Thank you. Words: 50, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, ENHYPEN (Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band), SEVENTEEN (Band), Monsta X (Band), Stray Kids (Band), ATEEZ (Band), ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band), TWICE (Band), LOONA (Korea Band), (여자)아이들 | (G)I-DLE, IVE (Band), LE SSERAFIM (Band), NewJeans (Korea Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM, Lee Heeseung, Nishimura Riki | Ni-ki, Yang Jungwon (ENHYPEN), Sim Jaeyun | Jake, Park Sunghoon (ENHYPEN), Kim Sunoo (ENHYPEN), Park Jongseong | Jay, Kang Yeosang, Choi Yeonjun, Lee Jihoon | Woozi, Choi San (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Chwe Hansol | Vernon, Lee Chan | Dino, Xu Minghao | The8, Wen Junhui | Jun, Lee Seokmin | DK, Huening Kai, Kang Taehyun, Choi Soobin, Chae Hyungwon, Yoo Kihyun, Shen Quanrui | Ricky, Kim Jiwoong (ZEROBASEONE), Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Seo Changbin, Son Hyeju | Olivia Hye, Park Chaewon | Go Won, Im Yeojin, Im Nayeon, Myoui Mina, Minatozaki Sana, Chou Tzuyu, Cho Miyeon, Yeh Shuhua, Song Yuqi, Jang Wonyoung (IVE), Kim Jiwon | Liz, Huh Yunjin, Hong Eunchae, Phạm Ngọc Hân | Hanni, Mo Jihye | Danielle, Kim Minji (NewJeans) Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Lee Jihoon | Woozi/Min Yoongi | Suga, Huening Kai/Kang Taehyun, Chwe Hansol | Vernon/Lee Chan | Dino, Wen Junhui | Jun/Xu Minghao | The8, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Im Nayeon/Myoui Mina, Mo Jihye | Danielle/Phạm Ngọc Hân | Hanni, Jang Wonyoung/Kim Jiwon | Liz read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/s71ueP5

[hanadolphieron]

lunar artist!yeojin; chapter two~

warnings; fish, fish bites?

genre; sci-fi, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff

pairing; im yeojin x gender neutral!reader

word count; 1.8k

summary; your small crater town on the moon was rarely visited. one day, artist!yeojin travels all the way from mars to paint the serene, wistful scenery of your planet.

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day one-

you return to the same place every day, the place you met yeojin, the first spark in your life for as long as you can remember. she isn’t there.

day two-

again, you go back. she isn’t there.

day three-

she isn’t there.

day four-

you still go back. she isn’t there.

day five-

you don’t go back.

day six-

you stay home.

day seven-

you go back. she’s there.

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yeojin looks up and says nothing. 

“you’re back!” you exclaim rushing towards her. you go in for a hug, but balk at the last second, wondering if yeojin would appreciate physical contact or would prefer to remain at a distance.

however, yeojin pulled you in, a big smile on her face, clearly overjoyed to see you.

“i missed you. where have you been?” you inquire, pulling back and looking into her eyes. somehow, you seem to have gotten closer over the week you’ve been apart.

“can’t say.” she tells you.

you both stand there, unsure of what to do. or, at least, you’re unsure, yeojin seems perfectly content standing there and staring up at you. you’re bending your legs a little so she doesn’t have to crane her neck, but we’re just going to leave that unmentioned for the rest of this chapter for yeojin’s sake.

“where do you live?” yeojin asks shamelessly. you lightly sigh, glad she spared you the task of saying something first.

“just over the hill. my house overlooks a little moon pond, there’s fish there too!” you ramble, excited. you’ve never talked about your house to anyone before. communicating has become a chore lately, and you haven’t bothered reaching out to anyone else except your plant, named rock, so talking to yeojin is a practically entertainment, “the water even freezes during the night! we could go ice-skating together!”

yeojin seems unaffected by your exuberance. in fact, she looks delighted by your plans. (even though she pretty much initiated it, with her not-so-subtle self invitation to your house)

“come with me,” you say, turning around, reminiscent of the way yeojin did just a week ago.

yeojin follows, a bounce in her step. her legs are moving insanely fast to keep up with you and you can barely see them. 

breaking the ice with a sledgehammer, you ask yeojin, “why did you leave so early last time?”

“i- like i told you, i had to be back by 17:33,” she stutters out.

“how did you do that,” you make weird floaty hand gestures at the air around you, “thing?”

“it’s just a habit i picked up when ships became scarce and i couldn’t fly,” yeojin says shortly. maybe you shouldn’t have asked. however, you decide to go against your gut and inquire more.

“isn’t that something plutonians do?” you seem to have hit a nerve with this question. yeojin opens her mouth, then purses her lips. her steps slowed a little, and she stumbled a bit.

you save her from your own question by asking another one, “do you like salt on your pretzels?”

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you make it to your house, finally, the tension between the two of you was tight and you needed a distraction. 

walking over the hill, you stop, letting yeojin take in the view.

decking out the area around your house had become a full-time job once you realized there was nothing to do on this planet, and you had quite the plethora of beautiful, thoughtful places nestled around the lake’s edges.

a pier stretches out into the glistening water. fluorescent fish glide around its support. to the right of the pond, there is a garden, filled with all sorts of purple plants, creating a splash of dull color in your gray world. on the cliff behind the lake lies a mural, painted across the rocky edges in vibrant hues.

on the right sits your home. it’s wood, a native material of your home planet, that you brought with you as a keepsake to remind you of your roots. considerably small, your cottage only takes up a tiny sliver of the space surrounding the lake. it’s in the corner, a cute hidey-hole for you to stay safe and secure in.

yeojin looks out at the expanse of your property, her face expressionless. suddenly, as if she remembers that she has emotions, awe and adoration spread across her face. she turns to you, “it’s beautiful,” she says, and looks back at the view again.

“thanks,” you whisper back. “well, let’s get to it i guess, gotta get those pretzels pretzeled!” you say, slightly awkwardly, but that’s normal for you.

as you move past the pier, yeojin looks out into the water and sees the fish up-close. apparently having an epiphany over how much she wants to touch a fish, she drags you by the sleeve closer to the water’s edge.

you stumble over there, knowing exactly how this is going to go down.

yeojin rips off her left shoe and stabs her foot into the water. the fish, luckily, aren’t scared by her aggression and continue blandly swimming. (just keep swimming swimming swimming) 

yeojin isn’t satisfied with this, and reaches into the water.

“wait, yeojin, no!” you clamber after her. those fish are hostile!

it’s too late. yeojin tries to touch the fish, and, not used to abrasive humans attempting to make physical contact, the animal flips and flaps around, teeth out, and bites yeojin.

“ow!” yeojin yells, in a loud, raspy voice.

however, her poor finger did not bleed, and she was fine after a few seconds of glaring at the fish, who was oblivious to her anger.

you laugh, and head on towards your house. yeojin follows with narrowed eyes.

opening the door, you are met with a subtle silver glow from the lights.

“is everything on this planet gray and shiny?” yeojin exclaims upon entering.

“no! did you not the see the exquisite purple colored vegetables i tend to over yonder?”

yeojin says nothing. you won. hah!

going to the kitchen and leaving yeojin to fend for herself, you drag up two pretzels from the depths of your pantry.

yeojin survives the trek of 10 feet from the doorway into the house to the doorway to the kitchen and stands in the threshold, hands on her hips. 

you look at her, your eyes inspecting her dominating stance.

“just trying to scare you. guess it worked.”

huffing, you slap the doughy carbohydrates onto the counter and throw them in the oven.

“that was almost as aggressive as me,” yeojin comments, sipping from a drink. you think its yours. than again, who else would it belong to.

yeojin doesn’t seem to mind that she is inhaling your germs and slurps loudly.

you shake your head and look at the oven, trying to persuade the minutes to go by faster with the force of your mind. they don’t comply.

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after talking for a while and becoming more familiar with each other, the oven screeched, causing you to jump from the noise and yeojin to cackle.

you stalk over to the oven, shoving on some super-mitts as to not burn yourself. you pull the pretzels out of the kitchen appliance and place them onto plates. 

sitting down across from yeojin and snatching another glass that had been laying on the counter, (there was a total of six sitting there, they started to pile up once you realized no one was going to tell you to pick them up and you had complete freedom to be lazy) you began to snack.

yeojin wasn’t the most delicate eater.

with cacophonous munching and smacking, she consumed her carbohydrates. 

you looked on, not exactly in disgust, but definitely in curiosity as you had never seen such an warrior-like eater.

yeojin notices you observing, but pretends she doesn’t, and chews louder.

in the middle of your small meal, yeojin interrupts the precious silence and asks, “can you play music?”

“you have music on mars?” you respond, surprised that she asked for such an elegant item.

“that didn’t answer my question.”

sighing deeply, you move to turn on the radio.

“yes, we do have music. some. besides, i paint. it’s hard to feel passionate about creating without indulging in other art forms.”

“oh.”

both of you are quiet for a while, listening to the sound of the music. 

suddenly, you decide to forego your normal daydreaming and imagining music-related tendencies and jump up. starting to fling your limbs out in all directions, you begin to dance.

yeojin falls out of her chair laughing at your attempt.

you, delighted by her clumsiness and happiness, topple over too, laughing as well. the two of you are on the ground for a few moments, and then you drag yeojin up with weak arms, pulling her into the middle of the room. 

falling to each other’s floppy embrace, you jump in circles, not exactly in tune with the music but that doesn’t matter anymore.

what matters is yeojin’s cute laugh that contradicts her tough persona, the way her cheeks get all chubby with the force of her smiling, the stars sparkling in her eyes, her hair flying around her face, sticking to her forehead now sweating from the exertion of laughing so hard you are about to perish, and the way she’s looking at you right now. 

the way she’s looking at you right now. 

it’s not the normal, happy, platonic look. 

not the same way your childhood friends looked at you when you made a great joke, or did something sweet for them. 

there’s something more there.

something that reminds you of waves crashing over the enormous beaches of you home planet, on the nights that don’t feel real, the ones that make you experience emotions that you can’t fully comprehend because they’re so beautiful, and so, so painful at the same time.

something that reminds you of roses, fluttering out into petals, blooming despite the thorns attached to their sides.

something that reminds you of illuminated evenings, talking and laughing, with an inexplicable tension in the air, one that makes you feel all warm and nervous inside.

something that reminds you of swirling blackness, that goes on forever, hidden from normal eyes, the perfect, dangerous place to explore and be addicted to.

something that reminds you of white clouds, floating across the sky, creating tapestries of gorgeous pictures, free to interpret and giggle over.

something that reminds you of actions, colorful vivid experiences. ones that leave a mark on your memory, but you don’t exactly remember who or what was happening, just a specific smell or sight or feeling.

and through all of those visions, you see yeojin in all of them.

not exactly see her, but she’s there, a presence that overpowers everything, so strong, taking over your mind, bringing you back to reality but ripping you away.

and then she’s right in front of you. close to your face. too close.

so close your lips are almost touching, noses brushing, eyes looking deep into each other’s souls.

and you pull away.

yeojin does too. 

and you’re back to where you started. slightly awkward, with a connection you can’t explain. back to where it’s safe.

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Tete-a-tete || Yves

Requested: Can you write a fem reader x Yves from LOONA, where Yves is known as kind of a player but really likes the reader and tries to convince them to go on a date with her?

Admin: Heather

A/N: My first LOONA request! Hope you enjoy it ^-^ Sorry it took so long, I have tons of work in school right now :c

Words: 3,905 (hope it’s not too long, I really got into it)

Warnings: I used like a curse word or two. Also some food mentions for everyone sensitive to this kind of stuff.

“Y/N Y/L/N great work as always.” Your teacher commented dryly, handing you your graded paper. Even without looking at it, you knew it was another fail. A third one in a row.

It wasn’t that you were a bad student or something. Your grades varied from subject to subject, but learning French was your Achilles’ heel. No matter your efforts, you just couldn’t get it right. It didn’t help that your teacher was the least sympathetic human being on the planet. So you could just suffer in silence. 

“Why the long face, Y/N?” your friend, Yeojin, asked while stuffing her face with a sandwich. Heejin wrinkled her nose in disgust a little.

“I got another F.” you mumbled and picked on your salad. You weren’t in the mood to eat lunch right now.

“Let me guess.” Heejin inquired. “French.”

You could only nod helplessly.

“Why can’t I just… get it?” you asked rhetorically. “It’s not that I’m not trying.”

Yeojin pat you on the back with a little too much force.

“Maybe you just need a little help.” She suggested. “We will find you a tutor and they will guide you through everything.”

“Heejin!” you facepalmed yourself for not thinking about it earlier. “You’re great at French. Please, please, please make me understand this stuff.”

Your friend looked conflicted. She didn’t want to disappoint you and make you helpless once again.

“I’m sorry girl, but I’m already tutoring someone.”

You and Yeojin exchanged confused glances. Heejin was blushing because of the unwanted attention.

“Who are you tutoring?” you asked slowly. Maybe it was just some loser who could be ditched in the name of friendship.

“Hyunjin.”

Well, fuck. Heejin was whipped for that girl.

“Maybe you thould athk Yveth?” Yeojin mumbled incoherently because of her stuffed mouth. Heejin offered her a napkin with a scoff.

“Swallow and repeat, child.” She chided. The younger girl rolled her eyes but did what she was told to.

“You should ask Yves.” She said, making Heejin choke on her water.

“Ask who?” you questioned. You didn’t know anyone named like that.

“One of the biggest players in our school, Yeojin are you thinking straight?” Heejin explained, glaring at the small girl.

“Straight is not the greatest choice of words here.” The little girl snickered and continued devouring her food.

“Who is he?” you asked impatiently. You really needed help.

“She is a total womanizer and I don’t support her tutoring you.” Heejin huffed stubbornly.

“Isn’t Yves a name for a dude?”

“She knows something! Maybe a tutor won’t be necessary.” Yeojin teased with a bright smile.

“People gave her that nickname because she’s good in French.”

“French everything.” Heejin rolled her eyes at Yeojin’s comments but didn’t deny.

You couldn’t deny that it piqued your interest. Whoever that girl was, she definitely had some reputation. Maybe she was your only hope and you desperately needed to pass the next test.

“Can you introduce us?” you asked and Heejin shot you a disbelieving look.

“Have you heard anything from what I told you?”

“Please, Heekki.” You begged. “I can’t get another bad grade.”

Heejin looked conflicted. She avoided your eyes and tried to find good reasons for you to not ask Yves for help.

“Fine.” You squealed and Yeojin whistled. This couldn’t be so hard.

 You were right, it wasn’t hard. It was freaking impossible. You imagined Yves to be some kind of cliché delinquent from a painfully overrated fanfiction, leather jacket and a cigarette in her mouth, shooting lame pick up lines like a jerk. She certainly wasn’t supposed to be a stoic graceful girl with flowy dark hair and a pristine white shirt.

“You should focus on the pronouns, Y/N.” she advised in a low tone. It almost sounded like a whisper. “That would prevent you from losing points on nouns.”

Yves examined all your failed works and calmly explained you what needed to be improved. It turned out to be almost everything, but she didn’t criticize you even once.

“I always mess up the conjunction of verbs.” You pointed out. “The sentences don’t make any sense because of that. Yves chuckled softly and it was adorable.

“Yes, your sentences are quite interesting.” She admit. “But we will focus on that later. Prioritizing and revision are keys to success.”

Did she say “later”? How many sessions would you need? You were already starting to feel attracted to her. Maybe that was her plan. She didn’t release her full womanizing charm on the first meeting. She will wait and make you fall for her more and then she will crush your heart and-

“Y/N?” Yves put her hand on your shoulder and you flinched. She took it back and you blushed.

“Sorry, I got distracted.”

“I can see that.” She smirked a little. Oh no, no. Heejin was right! Yves almost got you in her trap and it was just a first session. “We should plan the next meeting. Is Friday right for you?”

“Yes!” you blurted out and she raised her brow. Your face turned pink.

“Great.” She whispered in that hushed tone. “I’ll see you then.”

When Friday came, you were ready. A long phone call with Heejin helped you make a plan and stick to it. Don’t make eye contact with Yves, don’t talk with her about anything other than schoolwork, don’t pay attention to her appearance, don’t have any physical touch and don’t let the flirting start.

“We should start from when we finished last time.” Yves smiled at you and opened her notebook. You tried to ignore the way she tucked her hair behind an ear. “Or maybe you have some homework we can work through together.”

“Yes.” You answered curtly and took an exercise book from your bag. Nailed it.

After digging it from your bag, you resurfaced and exhaled sharply through your nose. Yves looked up from the pages and shot you another brilliant smile. Seeing her just sitting there shouldn’t have made your brain stop like that, but you have always turned into a mess in front of beautiful girls.

“I see you’re ready.” The smile on her lips almost made you lose your composure again. Almost.

“Yeah, I am. Can you help me with that task? I’m not sure how to fill the gaps.”

Yves pushed her chair closer to yours and turned the book a little to have a closer look. You tried to keep the distance as big as possible without losing sight of the text.

“You have to use the words in brackets.” Yves tapped them with her pencil. “Then you will have to make correct forms.” You just kept nodding. “And after that we can go grab a coffee?”

“Yeah, oka- wait!” Your thoughts raced like a fancy sport car. “You want to do what?”

“Drink some good coffee.” She repeated. “With you.”

No talk with Heejin could prepare you for that. You didn’t expect Yves to make a move on you that quickly. Guess she really lived up to her reputation.

“Sorry, I don’t really have time today.” You finally managed to reply. “And I’m not a coffee gal.”

Yves didn’t make any comment on your lame excuse and just nodded with a slight pout.

“Maybe another time.” She smiled and swiftly went back to helping you with homework. As if you never rejected her. And “another time”? What was that supposed to mean?

“Y/N?” you snapped out of your thoughts. “Focus just a couple minutes, okay?”

The gentle smile never left her face and it made turning her down seem like an awful decision. But it was for your own good. At least that was what you were trying to tell yourself.

 On the next session Yves brought cake. Packed neatly in a white cardboard box and decorated in a pretty, lilac icing. You shot her a disbelieving look.

“It’s from the café I wanted to take you to.” She explained with that gummy smile of hers. “You said you’re not a coffee gal, so I got a little creative.

“What if I’m not a cake gal either?” you struggled to remain unbothered with the fact that a beautiful girl did that for you. Said girl tilted her head with a little smirk.

“Stop looking at it with such desire and maybe I’ll believe you.” You blushed a bit, cause the cake definitely wasn’t the only thing you wanted to desire. Wow, Heejin would have smacked you for such impure thoughts.

Yves kept looking at you expectantly and you realized that she was waiting for you to try the pastry. Your brain kept telling you that it wasn’t the best idea if you wanted to stay away from her, but your heart wasn’t so sure.

“Need a little convincing?” Yves picked up the fork and jabbed the cake. “Open up.” She demanded playfully and moved the fork closer to your lips.

At that moment your brain and heart were in a heated battle for dominance, but ultimately it was your stomach that made the call. The cake was way too temping to ignore, so you let Yves feed you. It was a great decision. Your taste buds were overwhelmed by the sweetness and it was another thing that made you regret refusing her previous invitation.

No, it was probably just your sweet tooth talking. Yves was bad news for good, innocent girls and you shouldn’t let her get too close. You were convinced about that. And then you made a mistake and look up.

“Seems like you like it.” Yves was resting her chin on her hand with the raven hair framing her face perfectly in that angle. The sight almost made you choke on the cake. Will you ever catch a break?

“It’s amazing!” you almost squealed and quickly changed your demeanor. “I mean, it’s good… I guess.”

Yves giggled a little. God, this girl would be the end of you.

“Thanks… I guess.” She teased and opened the notebook. “You can eat everything, cause I assume there is no use in trying to ask you out again.”

Sirens blared in your head. There she was, going straight for the kill. You had to admit; it took you by surprise. Till that moment Yves was very sweet and even kind of timid, not something you would expect from a womanizer like her.

“You- you were asking me out?” you stuttered dumbly. As if she was going to fall for that. Yves raised a brow.

“Trying to tell me you had no idea?” she asked in disbelief and you tried to avoid eye contact with her.

“Exactly!” you cleared your throat and tried again. “I mean, yeah. I thought you were just being friendly. Not that you weren’t friendly before, just... super friendly?”

If Yeojin was there, she would slam your head against the desk. Who in the world used phrases like “super friendly” towards a stunning girl hitting on them? Have you always been such a disaster?

Yves’ low hum made you reconsider planning an elaborate scheme to fake your own death and leave the city. Complete loser or not, she was once again grinning with that little smirk of hers.

“I’ll remember to more direct in the future.”

“Please don’t.”

“A little louder please?”

“Piedmont!” you blurted out. “Like the region. In Italy. We were talking about it in geography. It has nice… mountains.”

“It’s cute how passionate you are about other countries.” It was obvious that Yves had a hard time keeping amusement off her face. “But maybe we should focus on French right now. How does Paris sound?”

“Paris sounds amazing.” Safe answer, great save, you got this.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She mused. “Keep learning and I would take you there someday.”

You didn’t get this. You definitely didn’t. But that was okay, right? It was a normal thing to feel a little thrown off because of a blatant pick up line. Everyone would get flustered if they were in your shoes. Your ways will part soon anyway when your study sessions finally give results and you will get over her.

“Hey, Y/N.” Yves looked at you with a glint in her eyes.

“Yeah?”

“This is not a friendly invitation.”

It was a miracle your head didn’t snap off with how fast you raised it. She was sitting there, chin on her hand and hair framing her face perfectly. This time she left you no other choice, you had to answer here and now. All this time you were sure what would you tell her if it came to that. Now that it really happened, you weren’t fully convinced.

Heejin’s words were still in your head like a blinding red light. Yves was a player that flirted with every student she tutored. Plenty of girls have been wooed by her and toyed with before getting their hearts broken. That girl was trouble and agreeing to a date equaled an unavoidable pain.

On the other hand, she didn’t fit that description at all. She was gorgeous and flirting didn’t seem like any trouble for her, but it was never aggressive or pushy. All this time Yves showed you patience and gentle kindness even if you were an idiot who couldn’t construct a proper sentence in French. Maybe it was worth a shot.

“There you are spacing out again.” Yves teased with a smile as soft as ever. “Should I be clearer with my intentions?”

You exhaled nervously and collected your thoughts. A date with her sounded amazing, but you still had some doubts. And had to pass your classes before even thinking about dating anyone. But after everything was settled... why not? You only had to express that without any misunderstandings.

“Look, Yves, I think you’re amazing” Something flashed in her eyes after that and her posture turned stiffer. “Can we make sure I get a decent grade and come back to this conversation?”

“I don’t think it will be necessary.” She replied a little coldly and straightened herself on the chair. You didn’t think your words were insulting, but maybe she took them the wrong way.

“Are you okay?” Silence and a blink-and-you-miss-it nod. “Yves?”

“I’m fine.” She insisted, but you could see her knuckles becoming white. “Let’s just focus.”

 “And then she just stopped talking about anything other than schoolwork.” you finished with a sigh. It’s been four days since the whole Yves fiasco, and it’s been bothering you a whole lot. The second half of that session was one of the most awkward experiences of your life. Yves became distant and dodged your question about the next meeting.

“Maybe she just realized you weren’t going to fall for her games.” Heejin rummaged through her locker and tried to reason with you.

“I’m not sure, Heekki.” You went through that fateful conversation for what seemed a hundredth time. “She got upset for some reason and I can’t pin that on anything.”

What could have gone wrong? You approached the invitation gently and tried to avoid being rude to her. It wasn’t like you turned her down impolitely or anything. You didn’t turn her down at all! You really wanted to have that date… maybe. But there was nothing insulting in your behavior.

“Are you Y/N?” you and Heejin both jumped a bit at a sudden voice next to you. The harsh words seemed to come from a glaring brunette in a denim jacket.

“Be nice.” A cute redhead accompanying her reprimanded with a slight pout. The girl sighed and rolled her eyes but complied.

“Hello.” She started over. “Is there any chance your name is Y/N?”

The redhead shook her head a little and shot you an apologetic smile. She looked like sunshine embodied and it was a start contrast to her companion’s demeanor.

“Can we help you?” Heejin asked cautiously. The girl in denim opened her mouth to speak but was beat to it.

“We just want to talk with Y/N for a second!” the bright girl explained and beamed at Heejin, who softened. “Can you give us a minute?”

There was no arguing with that smile. Heejin nodded and looked at you with slight hesitation. You nodded and asked her to save you a seat at lunch. After your friend left you gave your full attention to the girls.

“I’m sorry, but do I know you?” you measured your words in order to avoid upsetting the brunette. She wasn’t here to have a pleasant girl talk.

“I’m Jiwoo!” the tiny redhead introduced herself and put an arm around the stone faced one. “This is Jungeun and you are-“

“And you are the dumbass that hurt Sooyoung.” Jungeun raised her chin and looked you in the eye. It didn’t ease your confusion.

“Sooyoung?” You didn’t recall anyone named like that besides a pretty cheerleader from class. “Park Sooyoung?”

Jungeun rolled her eyes even harder than before and Jiwoo scrunched her eyebrows a bit.

“Did that whole Park Sooyoung teach you French?”

“Oh, you mean Yves?” your response made Jungeun grunt and run a hand through her hair. Her reaction made you a bit uneasy.

“Stop with that idiotic nickname already, will you?” she turned to Jiwoo. “Who came up with it anyway, it’s a male name for crying out loud.”

She got a solemn nod as a response and you followed their interaction dumbly. What was that about? Who were they?

“I’m sorry, but I don’t get what’s going on here.” You admit and hoped Jungeun won’t kill you for saying that.

“Our dear friend Sooyoung or Yves if you may.” She cringed after saying that. “Came from a meeting with you feeling all humiliated and upset. We want to hear your explanation.”

You glanced at Jiwoo who looked like a kicked puppy.

“She really likes you, you know.” She smiled sadly. “Everything she talked about was getting to know you better and how awesome you are.”

“We shouldn’t tell her that.” Jungeun warned her and her friend pouted.

This interrogation was becoming tiring especially that you had no idea what was the point of it. What happened to Yves- Sooyoung? Her friends blamed you for that and it made you nervous.

“Jungeun.” You started softly. “Can you tell me what I did wrong? I really didn’t mean to upset Sooyoung-“

“Then why would you call her like that.” Surprisingly it was Jiwoo who interrupted you. “It took her a while to get over these awful rumors and she really didn’t expect it from you.”

Rumors? What was the history behind Sooyoung’s nickname?

“My friends recommended me to get her help with French. To be honest, I didn’t really know her real name until you mentioned it.”

Jiwoo gaped at you with pure shock written on her face. Even Jungeun hesitated in her aggressive behavior.

“You didn’t know?” she asked. “You weren’t making a jab at her fabricated reputation.”

“I didn’t even know she existed before my friend mentioned her.” You assured. “I heard it came from her abilities in French.”

Jungeun scoffed and Jiwoo sighed.

“That’s a cute understatement.” The brunette chuckled bitterly. “Okay, sorry for judging you, but Sooyoung is really sensitive about that. When we were younger, she was called the Ice Queen because she didn’t really date anyone.”

“But then I asked her to get a coffee!” Jiwoo piped in. “Cause I had a tiny crush on her.”

“Another understatement.” Jungeun clarified with a slight smirk causing the other girl to blush cutely. “But yeah, Sooyoung went out with Jiwoo as friends, cause she had no idea about her feelings.”

You looked at the tiny ray of sunshine who nodded. Whatever crush she had on Sooyoung; it was long gone as she didn’t seem bothered by the story.

“And this one girl got extremely jealous and started a rumor that Soo stood her up and convinced some other ones to tell the same story.” She completed.

“That’s why you may have heard she was a huge player or something.”

Hearing everything made you feel sad and guilty. Sooyoung was just an amazing girl who wanted to hang out with you, and you made her feel humiliated.

“Hey, it’s okay!” Jiwoo put a hand on your shoulder with an encouraging smile. “Just explain everything to her and it will be alright.”

“I’m not sure about that.”

“Not sure about what?” Jungeun inquired sternly, but without ice in her tone. “Your feelings for Sooyoung? Do you like her? More than a friend of course.”

You nodded sincerely and Jungeun’s features softened, making her look less intimidating.

“Then go and tell her that.” She smiled at you. “You would make her really happy.”

Jiwoo nodded and started bouncing enthusiastically. Jungeun rolled her eyes at her friend’s antics, but the smile didn’t leave her face.

“You know what to do.” The brunette added and they both made their way to class, leaving you in the hall. But she was right, you knew exactly what to do.

 Your fingers gripped the soft material as you tried to stop your heart from racing. Sooyoung was sitting in a library reading a book. This was a perfect chance and you just had to gather courage. Now or never. Inhale, exhale.

You approached the beautiful brunette and carefully placed the plushie on a table in front of her. Sooyoung’s eyes moved up a bit with vulnerability shining in them.

“C’est un hibou.” You stated in a shaky voice and a rusty pronunciation. There were two words for owl, and you had no idea which one was more correct, but it didn’t matter. You weren’t sure if it was an owl in the first place. It could be anything to be honest. “For you.”

Sooyoung hesitantly traced the purple toy with her fingers. She smiled a little and took the little piece of paper attached to it. You nodded in order to encourage her.

“Impressive.” She praised softly. In her hands was your pop quiz. You got a B, which exceeded the expectations of everyone.

“I had a great teacher.” You smiled. “Can I sit?”

She nodded and held the plushie closer to herself.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Sooyoung. I’m so sorry that my words hurt you.” You apologized from the bottom of your heart, looking in her eyes. “I shouldn’t have judged you after hearing a stupid rumor, especially after you were so kind to me and-“

“Say it again, please.” She whispered with a smile that made you melt every time.

“Say what again?”

“My name.” You smiled back at her. “It’s been some time since I heard it said this way.”

You took a deep breath and put your hand on hers, trying not to faint when she didn’t move it away.

“Sooyoung.” Her eyes sparkled and smile got even wider. “Is it too late to get that coffee with you?”

The girl pressed the toy against her chest and grabbed your hand properly.

“It’s not Paris.” She teased with a grin. “But we have to make you get that A on the next test.”

You giggled and rubbed her hand with your thumb.

“I like girls who challenge themselves.” Your words made her blush and she hid her face in the plushie. “Hey, Sooyoung.”

She shyly peaked from behind the purple material and you smiled at her. You adored saying her name as much as she enjoyed hearing it.

“This is not a friendly invitation.”

[flwoie]

꒰ 🕰️ ꒱ SEND YOU MY HEART — BYUN EUIJOO

⋆ It’s different when it comes to crushing on Euijoo, your bestfriend’s younger brother. He hasn’t done a single thing to you and you highly doubt he knows you other than being his sister’s friend, yet you always find yourself running away from him.

STARRING ≻ bsf’s younger brother! ej x gn! reader [guest stars yeojin of loossemble & f! oc (eunha)] GENRE ≻ fluff, comedy, implied mutual pining, bestfriend’s brother au, highschool au CONTAINS ≻ accidental invasion of privacy WORD COUNT ≻ 1090

SONA SPEAKING ≻ no i did NOT choose ej just bc he reminds me of my crush!!

What’s worse than having a normal crush is having a crush on your best friend's brother, Euijoo. He’s not any typical brother; he’s the younger brother who doesn’t talk to anyone besides his friends and family. The younger brother, who only has one face for every emotion. He’s the younger brother who’s the eldest among his friends. 

It’s even worse when he goes to your school. Fate loves to be a hater and decided that you two should see each other everywhere, whether he’s behind you in line at the cafeteria or walking the same hall after your drama class and his gym class. Wherever you are, Euijoo is there. Some people would think it’s a blessing to be around their crush all the time, and it is. It’s also a curse, as instead of greeting him, you find yourself running as far away as possible from him.

The idea of your best friend finding out isn’t the reason you're running away. In fact, you even told her you liked him, and she didn’t seem to care at all. All she did was laugh. She finds it hilarious how he’s gullible and you’re here trying to keep yourself from running away when he’s around, especially when you’re at her house. From sitting next to you on the couch for a movie night to grabbing a cup from the cabinet in the kitchen where you’re eating, you’d expect her to glare at you, but she only tries to hold her laughter in.

You don’t know why you can’t function when he’s around every time. Is it because he smells like pencil shaving all the time, his glasses suit his face shape, or he wears that umber leather jacket over his uniform every day? It’s weird since you complain all the time that you miss him, but when you do see him, you’re suddenly meters away from his presence. You hate the idea of talking to him, but at the same time, you love talking about him with your friends. When your friends insult him, like his haircut or the fact that he’s part of the chess club, your mouth starts talking back as if you were a lawyer defending their client.

The one question that makes everyone you know intrigued is: How come you’ve never had at least one interaction with him?

‘I saw Euijoo in the hallway first thing in the morning’. You write on the sticky note, passing it to your friend in the middle of your drama class. Your teacher has been too busy blabbering about her life in acting school for the past hour. You look up at the clock; it’s five before the bell rings. Some of your classmates are doing work, and others are on their phones. No one seems to be listening to her at all; they’re all waiting for the bell.

Yeojin passes a sticky note to you. ‘What did you do?’. She stared at you as you retold her what happened with your fingers. You tried to tell her that you walked past him, but she didn’t understand your gestures. “What?” she mouths. You lean close enough so she can hear your whispers.

“I walked past him,” you whisper lowly so the teacher wouldn’t notice but loud enough for Yeojin to hear. She covers her mouth, restraining herself from bursting into laughter. As the bell rings, your teacher mentions a project due in a few days while you get ready to leave.

The performing arts department is in a long, separate hallway away from regular classes. In that hallway is also the gym, where Euijoo finishes his class. The hallway is tiring for you and Yeojin, but all you want to do is get to your next class without having to see Euijoo. Yeojin leaves you for her class, which is the one near the exit of the hall. You’re here, walking alone to the end of the hall. Sometimes it takes you two minutes to get to your class or more, depending on the number of people. As you go through multiple people squished like sardines in a can and make your way to the end of the hall, you halt, hearing your name and an unfamiliar voice.

“Oh, Y/N, you dropped this,” Euijoo says as you look behind. He picks up a notebook from the floor and hands it to you. You’re frozen and silent, and he simply smiles at you and leaves. You run to your next class and sit down in your seat as you contemplate. Many things are happening at once—things that you found impossible.

He says your name and gives you your journal, the one place where you talk about him, then proceeds to smile at you. It sounds impossible, but it did indeed happen. But what’s really important is that he spoke to you.

You haven’t seen Euijoo since that interaction. You don’t see him in the hallways at school or in the living room at their house. Whenever Eunha calls him down for dinner, he’ll just stay silent or respond that he’s busy. When he did come out of his room, it was only to return your journal. Your best friend accidentally gave him your journal when he asked her to get his notebook.

It was a simple mistake; he didn’t mean to look inside. The outside looked like his, but the inside was totally different. When he opened a random page, he noticed how his notes were colourful, his handwriting was curvier than it should be, and the words were the total opposite of physics. He put his glasses on and immediately closed the book as he read the first sentence.

‘I miss Euijoo’. He quickly pushes the book off his table and backs away from it. He’s shocked in many ways. Those words are playing in his head on repeat. All he can imagine is your voice saying those words. He wants to know what else you say about him, but it’s wrong; it’s your privacy. He approaches the book but is wary of picking it up. His hands are trembling the more he moves closer, until the pads of his fingers touch the leather cover.

He leaves his room with the journal in his hand. His eyes meet with yours as he enters the living room, places your journal down on the coffee table, and grabs his. You quickly grabbed your journal and sat on it as he asked you a question before he walked out.

“Are you busy this Friday?”

&team masterlist

[flwoie]

LOVE IN DISGUISE — P. SH.

I.R.I.S TEAM 5 SECRET AGENTS

PARK SUNGHOON agent 127/ice king, electrical engineer major, newly recruited/spy in training (still a pussy when it comes to dismantling bombs), has been crushing on you since middle school, allegedly the better sibling, meaning behind codename: he thinks he’s cool

L/N Y/N agent 247/black cat, accounting major, team leader, has been a spy since high school, spymaster-in-training, #middle_child, your basement is the lair, meaning behind codename: acts like one

CHOI BEOMGYU agent 313/zest fest, carpentry major, team co-leader, usually the one who sends agents out on missions, sunghoon’s bestfriend since elementary, meaning behind codename: he’s that “gay” bestfriend

NAKAMURA KAZUHA agent 809/lava girl, accounting major, sunghoon’s younger sister, the expert who handles the weapons and gadgets, meaning behind codename: she’s hot

IM YEOJIN agent 1111/red, architectural major, your bestfriend since high school, has an older brother who’s a spymaster, the hacker for major missions, meaning behind codename: red by tswift

HAN HYEONGJUN (JUNHAN) agent 818/basketball, film and media major (he says it’s the best major out there), sunghoon's bestfriend since high school, the stealer for important items, meaning behind codename: loves basketball

KIM MINJI agent 507/ap, architectural major, 1/2 of the last-minute-recruited-freshmen duo, the forger for agents who go undercover, meaning behind codename: applied math

ANA(BELLE) SHIM agent 320/boba, fashion design major, 2/2 of the last-minute-recruited-freshmen-duo, the disguise for undercover missions, meaning behind codename: "boba the drink or 'boba' the crush?"

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🗯️ i was so busy brainstorming for my other fic rhat i lowkey forgot this fic actually has a posting sched...!!

Secrets are meant to be kept. Sunghoon never keeps secrets though, well except one—his friends being members of a super secret spy team. He finds out on the night he gets kidnapped and is rescued by them. That night, his friend offers him to be a part of the team to stop an organization, SPY-DER LILLIES, from destroying their campus and agency, I.R.I.S (International Resource for Intellectual Spies). And like the goofy goober he is, he joins for a jetpack and to impress his longtime friend and crush, the black cat agent, in order to win her heart before the spiders come crawling up his back. 

spy! sunghoon x spy! f! reader

taglist is open ; send an ask or comment under main mlist

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[flwoie]

LOVE IN DISGUISE — P. SH.

five : there’s many guys in the fish

contains : profanities, GUYS YEOJIN ISNR ACTUALLY A WEIRDO

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🗯️ erm does anyone know why i can't tag ppl 😖

Secrets are meant to be kept. Sunghoon never keeps secrets though, well except one—his friends being members of a super secret spy team. He finds out on the night he gets kidnapped and is rescued by them. That night, his friend offers him to be a part of the team to stop an organization, SPY-DER LILLIES, from destroying their campus and agency, I.R.I.S (International Resource for Intellectual Spies). And like the goofy goober he is, he joins for a jetpack and to impress his longtime friend and crush, the black cat agent, in order to win her heart before the spiders come crawling up his back. 

spy! sunghoon x spy! f! reader

taglist is open ; send an ask or comment under main mlist

[ 🏷️ ] @hanniluvi @odxrilove @astrae4 @dimplewonie @asteriaskingdom @sakanelli-afc @en-kays @kaykay11sworld @isoobie @enhaz1 @molensworld @pshbites