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Mamamoo Type of Kisses

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Solar/Yongsun

~Nibble Kiss~

You couldn't help but notice the irresistibly soft and smooth skin of Yongsun, a trait that drew you in like a magnet. As the two of you lounged on the couch, her back to you, engrossed in a captivating k-drama, a sudden urge washed over you.

Leaning in, you softly nibbled on Yongsun's shoulder, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure from her lips. Encouraged by her response, you continued to trail tender nibbles along her skin, feeling her body respond with each gentle touch.

Soon, Yongsun's eyes darkened with desire, and she rose from the couch, pulling you along with her. Before you knew it, you were both tangled in a passionate embrace, making your way to the bedroom in a haze of lust and anticipation.

As you trailed nibbles along her thighs, Yongsun's moans and whimpers filled the room, driving you both to the brink of ecstasy. Lost in the heat of the moment, you reveled in the intoxicating sensation of her pleasure, each sound she uttered fueling the fire of your desire.

Together, you explored the depths of passion, losing yourselves in the overwhelming waves of pleasure that washed over you, each touch and kiss igniting a fervent longing that could only be quenched by the intensity of your shared desire.

Moonbyul

~Teasing Kiss~

You and Moonbyul shared a dynamic within Mamamoo that was undeniably playful and flirtatious. Your interactions were often filled with teasing banter and cheeky exchanges, much to the amusement of the other members.

Among the group, you and Moonbyul had a special tradition—a playful battle of teases that always ended with one of you conceding defeat. Despite Moonbyul's smooth and greasy flirting tactics, she often found herself on the losing end, much to her chagrin.

One of your favorite tactics in this ongoing game was to initiate a teasing kiss, a gesture that never failed to stir up frustration and desire in Moonbyul. You would lean in close, planting soft kisses from her collarbone to her jawline, tantalizingly close to her lips but never quite reaching them.

Predictably, Moonbyul's impatience would grow, and she would lean in eagerly, only to find you pulling away at the last moment, leaving her sighing in mock exasperation.

"You win," she would grumble, her tone tinged with playful irritation, "I want my kiss."

And, of course, you were more than happy to oblige, pulling her closer and meeting her lips in a sweet and satisfying kiss that left no doubt as to who the true winner of your playful game was.

Wheein

~Cheek and Nuzzle Kiss~

On Wheein's cherished days off, when time slowed to a luxurious crawl and the world seemed to hush its bustling pace, her favorite retreat was none other than the sanctuary of your shared bed. There, cocooned in layers of soft blankets and basking in the gentle glow filtering through the curtains, the two of you discovered solace in each other's company.

One particularly languid morning, as the sun painted lazy patterns across the room, Wheein stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to behold the sight of your tranquil form resting beside her. A tender smile tugged at her lips as she admired the serene expression gracing your features, her heart swelling with an overflow of affection.

Unable to resist the impulse to convey her love, Wheein inched closer, her nose brushing delicately against your cheek in a gesture of tender adoration. With the gentlest of touches, she pressed a feather-light kiss to your skin, eliciting a soft murmur from your lips in your peaceful slumber, followed by a contented smile that warmed her to the core.

For Wheein, these fleeting moments shared with you felt akin to basking in the radiant glow of the morning sun—they filled her with an ineffable sense of joy and completeness. Though she couldn't help but find it slightly ticklish when you reciprocated the affectionate gesture, the swell of warmth that blossomed within her far surpassed any momentary discomfort. In those stolen moments of intimacy, Wheein felt an unbreakable bond with you, one that enveloped her in a cocoon of love and belonging, bringing her an indescribable sense of peace and fulfillment.

Hwasa/Hyejin

~Jawline Kiss~

In the bustling dance room, where the energy of Mamamoo's practice filled every corner, Hyejin's unabashed affection was a welcomed sight. As the other members wrapped up their routines, anticipation would mount until Hyejin made her grand entrance.

With a confidence that could command attention, Hyejin would stride up to you, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a thrill down your spine. Without hesitation, she would grasp your chin, drawing your face to meet hers, and then the real excitement would begin.

Her lips would blaze a trail along your jawline, each kiss leaving a fiery mark on your skin, while the occasional playful nip added an electrifying edge to the sensation. In those moments, it felt as if the world faded away, leaving only the two of you enveloped in a bubble of shared desire.

Amidst the heat of the moment, the other Mamamoo members couldn't help but chime in with their playful protests.

"Yah, not in front of us," Wheein would exclaim, her voice filled with teasing.

Hyejin's laughter would ring out in response, her playful spirit undeterred as she gathered her things and took your hand, leading you away from the dance room and into the sanctuary of your shared home. There, away from prying eyes, the real magic would unfold as you both reveled in the intimacy of your private space.

[purecantarella]

Call Me Yours

on a little bit of a spree to finish off the kinktober fics!! so here's another one for you lovelies!! kim solar x reader disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest going to read some fluffier or angstier content

Solar was proud, she never liked admitting her faults. She rarely had many faults, she was a public figure. The group's leader. The singer needed to be on top of everything and hold her head up high. She represented a unit.

Then you strolled into her life, challenging her in ways she never thought of. Like tonight.

The singer cries out for the nth time of the evening, her voice hoarse and breath ragged. Your fingers curling in her cunt slowly, just enough to have her screaming your name. Your lips leaving lingering kisses on her jaw with a knowing smirk.

"I know you want to cum, princess..." You whisper against her blushing skin. You pull away from her a little, watching as her mouth fell wide open as drool dribbled down her chin. Pleasure wracking her mind as she lost control of her body. You lick the trail from her chin to the corner of her lip, nipping down on her lower lip only making her groan louder. "And I can let you, if you'd give me what I want."

"All you have to do is say it..." You pull your fingers from her overheating center, Solar screams in pure frustration before lifting her head to glare into your eyes. She's seething as she grinds her hips down onto the plush of the comforter, trying to reach her high. You take her hips in your hand, forcefully keeping her in place. Your grip so tight you're sure it'll leave marks on her pristine skin. "...Tell me you're mine. Admit that I'm the only one who can make you feel this fucking good, Solar." You husk as you stare into her dark, clouded eyes.

You pull her into a searing kiss, your teeth clashing with hers and tongues meeting messily as she moans. The hands on your back clawing violently, making you hiss. Her nails leave hot marks all over your skin, sure to be sore in the morning.

Kim Solar will always fight you for these things.

You pull away and look down at her smiling wickedly at you, her lips turning a fiery red from the harsh meeting. You sneer as she says with emphasis. "Never."

A dark chuckle falls from your lips as you readjust yourself above her, your free hand dancing down to her hot and probably red cunt. Barely grazing the skin before her confident demeanor shatters and she cries out desperately. Your fingers are feather light as they circle around her center, always just missing her clit and the wetness that had accumulated for the hour of denial.

"You're going to break eventually, baby." You tease, leaning down to suck on her hickey-ridden chest, her nipple swirling against your tongue. Solar's body jump-starting again as your fingers dutifully plunged into her heat, pumping in and out as your mouth worked hard on her chest.

Solar's hands weaved up and into your hair tugging as her hips ground against your long fingers. She cries out and feels her pussy clench as you bump against the spongey spot in her, the heel of your hand ramming against the bud of her cunt. Her eyes water as she feels her orgasm piling on...but she knows you can tell.

Your movements slow again, and your hand slowly inches out of her. As proud as she was, she couldn't spend another half hour repeating this. Not again. Her other hand tops yours over her needy cunt, begging, "No. Please, Y/n...N/nnnnn..." She whines as you smirk against her.

Popping her abused nipple from your lips you smile at her, your lips closing in on hers. "Tell me what I want to hear..." You peck her lips, gentle and loving, "Tell me the truth and I'll fuck you dumb, Solar." Another peck, longer than the last one. She enjoys the attention for a moment before you pull away. "I promise."

Solar smiles, finally conceding to your game. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you in for a long, passionate kiss. One so intense it left you breathless as she pulled away, almost missing the words that fell from her lips. "You win. You, Y/F/N, are the only one who can make me feel this good, this wanted, this desperate..." The singer pulls you in for another kiss when she whispers against your lips, "Call me yours, baby."

You smirk before nodding, "You're all mine, Solar..." You piston your fingers into her at a blinding pace, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she chants your name. You kiss your way to her ear, bitting down on her lobe, "And I'll make you and the whole world fucking remember it."

Her moans echo through the room, raising in volume as her climax swiftly approached, your arm cramping with how hard and fast it was moving. Solar's hips stuttered intensely as she whined against your neck, "I'm coming...! Y/n! Yes! Yes! Oooooooooh fuck!"

You smile as you feel her entire body tense up, her voice blaring in your ear momentarily deafening you as her cunt tightened around your fingers. Her entire body collapses onto the bed tiredly, her chest heaving and a small whimper falling from her lips as you pull your drenched digits out.

"That was the most I've cum my entire life..." She pants tiredly before you nod at her enthusiastically, laughing softly. "Yeah I can tell." Solar makes an attempt to kick you only to flail about making you laugh even harder. She whines embarrassed.

You eye your hand, lifting it up to suck your fingers, while she watches you intently, moaning at the taste of her wetness. She smiles sleepily as you sidle up beside her, staring down at her with complete adoration. You lean down, pecking her lips chastely before whispering, "You're all mine, then?"

Solar giggles, taking your cheek in her hand, stroking your cheekbone gently, "All yours."

i quite liked this one, got a little lost in the middle but i got there i think HAHAHAHA okay, okay!! not too many of these left but i will finish my prompt list for you all 💓 i love you all so, so much!! i hope you're all taking care and i will see you all vv soon. byeeee - r

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Mamamoo ✧ Their S/O Faints

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Requested by: Anonymous Genre: Angst, Fluff Synopsis: How the Mamamoo members would react to their S/O fainting Wordcount: 1.6K+ Warnings: Fainting; Agoraphobia (fear of crowded places); Iron-Deficiency; Stress; Not taking care of yourself; while most of the reactions don't have a specified gender, Wheein's features someone with f. anatomy; blood, menstrual cycle Note: Hi everyone! I'm back with another Mamamoo reaction (I never get sick of writing these, I swear). I have had their newest ep on r e p e a t. I recommend all of you listen to it, please and thank you.

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.·:*¨༺ Kim Yongsun ༻¨*:·

Crowded places were not your cup of tea. It's why you often didn't go to parties or go through the city during lunch hour. It didn't bother you too much in your day-to-day as you usually found ways to avoid going to overly crowded places. You had expressed this before to Solar, for which she had been incredibly accommodating and caring. There have even been times when you've gone to a Mamamoo concert and she's let you stand backstage or had a place set up for you to watch without being in the crowd too much.

However, this time you couldn't avoid it.

You both had bought tickets to see a movie that had recently come out. Thinking that it would come out early on in the month, the tickets were booked towards the end of the month so it wouldn't be as crowded in the movie theatre.

What you hadn't realized was that the movie wasn't released on the 5th. It would be released on the 25th of that month. So instead of the peaceful environment, you both had anticipated, the theatre lobby was packed with people.

It didn't take long for everything around you to sink in. You could feel your breathing getting shaky and your vision getting blurry. You tried to reach for Solar to let her know something wasn't right with you but you couldn't find her. You might have lost her in the crowd while you were pausing to recuperate. It was only with that realization that you felt your vision fade to black and your knees give out.

When you came to, you found yourself on Solar's lap as she brushed her fingers through your hair. You couldn't help but thank her for not making it bigger than it was and call an ambulance.

"I hadn't realized that I got the release date wrong. I'm so sorry, sunshine."

"It's okay, really. I'm sorry for basically passing out and embarrassing you in front of people like that."

"Please don't worry about things like that! You had no control over that. Plus, I think they're giving us free movie tickets, so be prepared to have theatres all to ourselves."

.·:*¨༺ Moon Byulyi ༻¨*:·

Last night had not gone well for you. You ended up getting out of work much later than anticipated, to the point where you missed the last train at the station. To make it all worse, it had started raining, so you found yourself standing in the middle of the night during a downpour, calling your girlfriend to pick you up.

Thankfully, Moonbyul was able to pick you up that night and bring you back to your shared apartment. She made you a cup of hot chocolate while you took a warm bath and dried up. You both ended up going to bed soon after.

When you woke up the next morning, you felt very warm. You looked at the time and realized it was much later than you expected. You were sure Moonbyul had left for work by now. Thinking nothing of how you were feeling, you decided to get up and prepare for your morning. However, you realized that something wasn't right, as you could feel yourself getting lightheaded and feeling overall groggy.

After calling your workplace, you decided to leave Moonbyul a voicemail to let her know you weren't feeling well and not going to work. In the middle of your recording your message, you felt the phone slip out of your hand as your body fell to the floor.

When Moonbyul got your message, she immediately could tell something was wrong. You were slurring your speech, almost like you hadn't properly woken up yet, before she heard the phone fall to the floor. She called your name a few times; when she heard no response, she asked Solar if she could leave early to check on you, before practically racing through traffic to get home to you.

When she reached you, you were lying on your side on the floor, the phone now laying beside you. She knelt down beside you. It felt like ages as she sat beside you, waiting for you to wake up. As you stirred and fluttered your eyes open, she rubbed her thumb over your cheek to keep you calm.

"Hey, baby. How are you feeling?"

"I don't feel great. I think the rain from last night caught up with me today."

"I think so too. But don't worry, I'm here to take care of you. And then as soon as you're better, I'm definitely teaching you how to drive."

.·:*¨༺ Jung Wheein ༻¨*:·

You had suffered from iron deficiency since you were young. Because you'd been going through it for so long, you knew how to take care of yourself, taking the appropriate doses of iron tablets and making sure to eat the appropriate meals. However, one of the more dreadful processes you couldn't avoid was your menstrual cycle.

Often, when you get your period, you'd feel significantly fatigued and even at times dizzy. Because of that, amongst other reasons, you were thankful to find a job that was more flexible to your schedule, allowing you to work online more and work at a week-to-week basis.

When your menstrual cycle started this time, however, there was a heavier flow than normal. Your dizzy spells were much more intense and it felt like you couldn't get up.

Wheein had woken up before you did, getting ready in the bathroom. All of a sudden, she heard you yell out her name from the bedroom. She yelled back a 'good morning, sleepy', thinking you were so cute for yelling out her name so early. She hadn't realized anything was wrong until she heard her name again, quieter this time, before she heard a loud thump on the floor.

She ran into your shared bedroom and found you laying down on the floor. She lightly slapped your cheek trying to get you to wake up before realizing you had fainted. She checked the bed and noticed a red spot where you were previously laying down. As soon as she realized what happened, she ran to get a towel to place under you before laying you down on your back. She ran to the kitchen to find your iron tablet, a glass of water, and a small snack to eat. She placed those on the counter before ripping off the bedsheets and blanket from the bed to put them into the wash while she waited for you to wake up. She kept a close eye on you the entire time to make sure your situation didn't get worse or last for longer than it should.

She was grateful that it didn't take too long for you to wake up as she was starting to worry about calling an ambulance. She handed you the granola bar before urging you to take the tablets and drink water.

"I'm already soaking the sheets as we speak and I'm gonna order us breakfast in a bit."

"I'm sorry for making such a mess. I forgot that my period might start today."

"Hey puppy, it's alright. I'm here to take care of you so no need to worry. I've got you."

.·:*¨༺ Ahn Hyejin ༻¨*:

Most of the time, you tell Hwasa everything that happens in your life. With both of your busy lives, one of the ways you guys have kept such a stable and healthy relationship is by being open about everything that's going on with your lives. Even if it's been minuscule things, like how you burned toast in the toaster one morning, those small things help you stay really connected.

However, with Mamamoo's newest comeback around the corner, Hwasa was having less time available to talk to you about your days, often texting you with an "I'm so sorry, but I don't think I can come early tonight. Please don't stay up for me and get your rest." You were understanding of her situation, knowing before you started dating her that the busy idol life will come with it. So with that, you would try to stay up as late as you could before going to bed around midnight or one a.m.

Because of Hwasa's stressful schedule though, you both weren't able to talk much about what's been happening in your lives. So, instead of being able to vent it to your partner, you would bottle it up and put it to the side, ignoring it.

This albeit was unhealthy, but you didn't realize its consequences until one night. You couldn't sleep properly and thankfully you could hear Hwasa at the door. You got up to greet her, but as soon as you got to the front door where she was taking off her shoes, you could feel your legs give out, and you fall into unconsciousness.

Hwasa was so thankful to be within reaching distance to grab you as you fell. She gently lowered you down and laid you with your back on the floor. She was very worried about your health but waited for you to wake up. She grabbed water, and some cushions before placing them around you. Soon after, you woke up, blinking a few times to get your bearings before your eyes landed on her.

You asked her what happened and she explained that you fainted right as she had entered the house.

"Hey sweets, do you know why that might've happened? You don't have to tell me right now, but I was really scared for you."

"Ah, I'm not a hundred percent sure but I think it may have been stress? Work has been really hard on me lately."

"Oh, I didn't know. I'm sorry I haven't been there for you lately. I promise to do better! But you also have to promise to tell me these things. What happened at work? Who do I have to fight?"

[sollaasystem]

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Mamamoo Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

Kim Yongsun:

Nothing yet...

Moon Byulyi:

Nothing yet...

Jung Wheein:

Nothing yet...

Ahn Hyejin:

Nothing yet...

OT4:

Nothing yet...

[mingiswow]

Boyfriend | Ahn Hyejin

Pairing: Hwasa x fem!reader

Words: ~ 4.1k

Genre: smut, mutual pinning, friends to strangers to lovers, a little angst

Content Warning: smut, mentions of alcohol and food consumption, hwasa and reader are both stupid, ridiculous amount of pet names

Smut warning: unprotected sex (stds exist kiddos), oral, fingering, finger sucking, scissoring, multiple orgasms, Hwasa first time with another woman

⚠ MINORS DNI

⚠ English is not my native language, so pardon me if there are any mistakes. And you can always tell me what’s wrong.

a/n: thx so much anon for the request and sorry it took me forever to write. I was inspired by one of my favorite songs from last year so I hope you enjoy it <3

It was painful. It truly was. Everytime you were around each other and you could do nothing but look at her. Admire her. To feel that painful sting of jealousy that you were so used to by now. Every Time her velvety and soothing voice spoke the words that you didn’t want to hear.

Pathetic. That was the word that could better describe you and Hwasa's relationship with each other. Not because the relationship itself was pathetic but because you were clearly head over heels for each other. Everyone knew that. Everyone saw. But you. You had your questions once in a while but soon were put in the back of the last drawer of your brain and forgotten. Because how could she like you back? How would a woman like Hyejin like someone like you? She was truly a Greek goddess walking among the mere fool mortals.

Not only that, she never gave any reason for you to think she liked you. Or women to be honest. She always told you and her other friends the difficulties of finding herself a decent boyfriend, a decent man. She always complained about the dates she’d go with these insufferable men in hopes to find something. “Not love, because that’s too deep for some of them” is what she would say.

And that was exactly what she was talking about. Her last date with this apparently nice looking guy who was a vet doctor and seemed to treat her nicely. Just the thought of Hyejin enjoying a date that was not with you made you anxious. Made you bite the inside of your cheek so much that you could feel the metallic taste in the tip of your tongue.

While she gushed about how he was such a gentleman, her eyes twinkling with a new found crush, you left the room to go to the kitchen to grab more alcohol. You needed to intoxicate your brain and forget about those stupid one sided feelings. Even more so now that she seemed to be interested in this guy.

A deep breath left your mouth, a stupid trial to exhale all the pent up frustration and jealousy.

“How long will you be holding a grudge against your feelings?” The voice scared you but you knew it was Yongsun, the only one you thought it knew about your silly crush.

You had no answer. As always. She was always right when it came to yours and Hwasa’s feelings but you’d never admit that to her. So you just shrugged.

“Yn… you’ll lose her if you keep hiding behind this facade of a good friend”

“First of all, it’s not a facade, I am a good friend that just happens to have feelings for her. And second, I can’t lose something I never had” your voice lowered towards the end of the sentence. You never had her. And never will. It was chosen already. “I have to forget her, Sun, I do. Before it’s too late” the can in your hand was finally opened and you took a big gulp of the bitter drink.

“And how do you plan to do that?” Your friend asked, taking the beer from your hand and drinking it too.

“I think…” you sighed, the weight of the decision, heavy on your shoulders, “I’ll take some time apart from her. It’ll be better for me if I don’t see her, especially now that she’s going out with this Seongyong dude”

“Yn…”

“I know it’s not the best and mature idea, I am aware. It’s just… it’s the best for me. If I don’t see her then I won’t feel things” the older one sighed, she knew she had no true power over your decision, you’ve made up your mind.

“Ok, I don’t agree but I respect your decision” she took a few steps to leave the kitchen but turned around “just don’t after me when this didn’t work because I’ll be the bitch to say I’ve told you” and with that she left the kitchen.

After the party you started avoiding Hyejin and the rest of your friends, finding excuses to never go to the parties and gatherings. You even missed Hyejin’s birthday party, something that hasn't happened for the past at least 5 years. But it was for the best. You saw the pictures of the party and your heart shrunk and broke into tiny pieces when you saw her having fun with her now boyfriend.

Did staying away from her helped? Not at all. You kept stalking her social media. Entering her account everyday to see what she had posted. Watching her stories on Instagram. You were just torturing yourself at that point. But that was another thing you’d never admit to yourself.

It was a warm summer night, the city seemed even more alive than ever. And you could hear the movement from your apartment. It made you feel sad that you were alone at your apartment again.

You were about to prepare to go to bed and watch some movie before sleeping when the doorbell rang.

She was the last person you expected to see behind that door when you opened.

“H-Hyejin? What… Are you okay?” You asked when you saw how drunk she looked. Her cheeks red, eyes semi closed, mouth slightly opened and her heels on her hands.

“No, I’m not” she answered, words wobbly with alcohol as she entered your house without even asking. Not that she needed to anyways.

You could smell the alcohol starting to evaporate from her sweat, the scent being borderline nauseating.

“How much have you drunk?” You asked, going after her. She threw herself on your couch.

“Why do you care?” The words were thrown at you like knives. And you deserved it.

“I always care”

“If you really cared you wouldn’t disappear from my life” she lifted her body, trembling a bit but managing to stand on her feet. “If you really cared you’d go to my birthday party, you’d cherish me and our friends, you wouldn’t just lie to us” she kept hitting your chest with the point of her index finger. She only did that when she was drunk and wanted to make a point.

You sighed and closed your eyes. You couldn’t deny any of those words. She was right. Absolutely right.

“I do care and that’s exactly why I stopped seeing you. Because I care too much” she crossed her arms like she was a mad little kid. “I cared too much to see you all being happy while I was in misery watching you”

“That’s bullshit! Since when are you in misery?” Her voice started to get louder. The alcohol getting the best of her usually controlled demeanor. “Your life is great, you have you dream job, you have your own apartment, you have friends, since when t-“

“I don’t have you”

“If course you have me, I’m your friend”

“I hate that word! I don’t want to be your friend, Hyejin, I want more!” You screamed, tears pricking your eyes. That’s not how you wanted to say these things. God! You didn’t even want to say these things. “Fuck! I… did you know how fucking painful was to hear you gush about your boyfriend with the girls when I was there? Listening and just wishing to be him. To be the one you gushed about? Did you know how painful it was to me to be in love with one of my best friends for years and have to see you suffer from all the jerks and I couldn’t do anything because I was just your friend? How mind and soul eating was the thought that I could be the predatory queer friend if I ever approached you because you don’t like girls and I never wanted to step over your boundaries?” Hyejin was in shock. That was the best word to describe the way she was.

Her arms were limp beside her body, eyes watching you with no expression besides surprise, no words leaving her mouth. You would be surprised if she wasn’t breathing as well.

You waited for an answer but she just closed her eyes and fell on the couch again, sleeping. You sighed. She was too drunk to even keep herself awake. She wasn’t even going to remember this conversation by the next day. Which you assumed was the best for the both of you.

You grabbed her bridal style and took her to your bed, putting her to sleep there while you slept on the couch. If it happened from her to remember anything you said, you didn’t want her to be uncomfortable by your side on the bed.

Laying on the couch, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath while trying to soothe your aching heart and racing mind.

You didn’t even know how or when you fell asleep. But you woke up with Hyejin’s velvety voice calling you. At the beginning you thought it was a dream but when you opened your eyes you saw her squatting by your side, hand on your shoulder and a shy smile on her face. She managed to look the prettiest she ever looked to you.

“Sorry to wake you up”

“It’s everything okay?” You asked while sitting on the couch to talk to her.

“We need to talk” you nodded and she sat by your side. You waited for her to say something. Hyejin took a deep breath in and turned to look at you. “I’m sorry” it took you a while to respond, not really knowing what to say.

“It’s alright, it’s not like I haven’t dealt with you drunk before” you gave a little chuckle but she shook her head.

“It’s… it’s not about that. I’m sorry that I made you suffer” she looked at the ground, picking the little loose skins on the fingers.

“It’s not your fault, Jinnie, I didn’t say anything either. It’s not like you should know” you grabbed her chin to make her look at you. “Besides, I never wanted to ruin our friendship, you are too important for me”

“What if I want you to ruin it?” You watched her, a little bit shocked by her statement.

“What?”

“What what?”

“What do you mean? I’m… I am a little lost here” Hyejin gave her little giggle that you loved so much and moved a few centimeters closer to you.

To say your heart became a thousand marching bands in your chest was being very nice because your heart was about to come out of your throat and jump into her own.

Her hands grabbed yours and brought them to her chest, right in the middle, feeling her thumping heart.

“I never told you anything either because it took me a while to realize that what I felt for you was more than friendship. Sorry I had to make you feel like that to make me pay attention to my own feelings” you nodded. “I thought that was because I enjoyed your friendship, your attention on me. I guess I always knew you liked me… I just… never accepted myself”

“I know how it feels” you said and smiled. You took your hand out of her chest and held her face, feeling her give in to the touch and slightly lean her face into your hands. “Please tell me this is not a dream” you whispered, more to yourself than anything else but she heard.

Hwasa smiled and closed the distance between your faces and kissed your lips. It was simple, just a longer peck but it was enough to make the sleeping butterflies in your stomach wake up.

“Does that answer your question?” The woman smirked, almost as she was playing with you. Which wasn’t a lie.

“Not yet, I think I need more evidence” you entered her little game and this time was your turn to kiss her.

Opposite of her, you didn’t go for the peck. No. You went for the kiss. The real one. Both of your hands held her face in place as you leaned forward to touch her lips with yours, your body slightly towering her, making her feel the warmth coming from you. She felt safe, welcomed, and, more than anything, she felt… excited.

You’ve been dreaming about this kiss for the past years of your life, you had to take your chance if she ever felt like giving up. But Hyejin was far too gone to give up, your lips felt like heaven to her. The way you knew exactly how to kiss her, how she liked, how she deserved. She could feel all your love and feelings boiling in that little touch of lips.

It didn’t take long for you to feel confident enough to open your mouth more and invade her mouth with your tongue. Which she gladly welcomed, a sigh mixed with a low moan leaving her mouth as you did. One of your hands went to her waist, grabbing the skin between your fingers, making sure she was not going to run away, while the other held the back of her neck, pulling her head closer towards your own. Her hands, that were holding your arms, put themselves on top of your thighs, caressing them on top of your sweatpants.

Everything was getting more intense, getting more heated. Both of you could feel it. And all you hoped was that she wasn’t going to stop you because the heat in between your legs was getting annoying.

Your body started to move on top of her, leaning down and taking hers to lay down on the sofa with you. The kiss never breaking, only intensifying from the pent up need from both of you.

“Yn…” Hyejin moaned your name in the middle of the kiss and you could die happily right then and there. The way your name sounded painful coming from her mouth as if the air she needed to say was being pulled from her lungs. “Please” her voice, usually strong, velvety and deep, was whiny, above a whisper. You lowered your kisses from her mouth to her neck, kissing, sucking and biting the soft skin there. “More, please… I… more” you smiled on her skin, enjoying the effect you had on her. The wait was worth it.

“What is it, Princess? I need you to be more specific to me” you kept your assault on her neck and you could see by your rear view that her legs rubbed together.

“I need more, yn… I… I don’t know… I-I just need something. Touch me please” in a blow of confidence she grabbed one of your hands and put it between her legs and you feel the fabric of her panties under her skirt already starting to get damp.

“Fuck” you whispered feeling the wetness as you slid your fingers up and she left a low moan. “You’re going to be the death of me”

“Just please fuck me before you die” she said without thinking much of her words, making you chuckle and her to blush.

You left your position on top of her, earning a whine, before grabbing her bridal style to take her back to your bed.

“Honey, if I’m going to fuck I’m fucking you right” you said before laying her back on the bed.

You pulled her skirt and underwear down, lower half naked. Hyejin, the woman of your dreams was half naked on your bed, pussy dripping wet waiting for you to fuck her like she deserved. Without losing any more time, you snaked in between her legs, putting them on top of your shoulders as you got face to face with her glistening pussy.

You looked at her face one more time to ask for her consent but you didn’t even have to do it because she was nodding eagerly before grabbing you by your hair and pulling you to shove your head on her pussy.

Her smell was divine, her wetness welcoming your mouth like her own welcomed before during the kiss. Your tongue licked a long fat stripe from her hole to her clit, earning the most obscene moan you’ve even imagined coming from her, which made you even more eager. She tasted as sweet as you imagined in your most perverted dreams. She tasted, smelled perfection. She was perfection.

Your licks and sucks were being distributed equally on her clit to her hole. You used the tip of your tongue to write your and her name on her clit, her legs trying to close on your head as she kept rubbing her pussy on your face, not being able to keep quiet. It was too much. She never felt anything like that. Was it because it was you? Was it because you were good? Or was it because nobody ever ate her like she deserved? Maybe all the answers were right. All she knew was that you were devouring her like you were starving and she was enjoying every single second of it.

You were slowly edging her, playing with her clit until the knot in her stomach started to tighten until you left the nub to go tongue-fuck her hole, your skilled muscle entering her as deep as it could, the sour taste of her wetness being welcomed on your tongue as you felt like tou were using drugs. You were completely high by her, by her taste, her smell, her body. Everything. You were becoming addicted to the vice grip she held your hair, burning your scalp, but you couldn’t care less.

You kept going with your mouth from clit to vagina until she was coming on your tongue, a trembling mess on your shoulders, sweet moans of your name leaving her lips as you kept licking and sucking her clit until she rode her orgasm. When she was getting back to her senses and thinking it was over, you pushed your middle finger inside her. Her tight warm wall welcoming your digit.

“Yn… fuck… please… I’m so sensitive” she whined, trying to close her legs again but stopped her.

“Oh, baby, I know. But we just started” she widened her eyes looking at you. “I know these men never fucked you right, but I’m here to make up for you, ok? Just don’t think too much. Relax and let me take care of you” she nodded, biting her lower lip in anticipation.

You left your position in between her legs and took your finger from inside of her just to take the rest of her clothes off so she was fully naked. Beads of sweat adorning her soft and tan skin, eyes dark with pleasure, chest rising up and down with the action. She never looked so pretty. You wished you could take a picture of this moment to keep forever.

You kissed her lips again, making her taste herself in your tongue, which she gladly did. If it was anyone else she’d think it was gross, but it was you. And she learned rather quickly that you could do anything with and to her that she’d thank you.

While you were kissing she entered two fingers inside of her cunt, a moan getting trapped inside of your mouth as you swallowed it. Your hand started to move, slowly at first, making her feel used to the intrusion but soon she was asking for more. Begging. You went faster, wrist snapping fast and hard, fingers curling and opening inside of her hole, finding the soft spongy spot inside, making her eyes roll back and back arch up. She was getting closer again and you could tell. Walls hugging your digits.

Your other hand went to her mouth, prodding the tip of the index and middle fingers on her lips. Hyejin understood the movement and opened her mouth, taking both fingers in her mouth and sucking them, hands holding your forearm as she sucked your fingers like her life depended on it.

“Such a good girl, you like having something on your mouth, don’t you?” She nodded, moaning around your fingers and her walls squeezed your other ones. You smirked at that but decided that you probably would have other opportunities to mess with her. “Can you cum for me again, baby?” She nodded eagerly. “Then come again. Wet my fingers like you did with my face” she moaned against your fingers again and you increased the speed of your fingers on her pussy.

It didn’t take much for her to come undone again on your fingers, juices leaving her pussy as she almost screamed around the fingers on her mouth. Her legs trembled even more this time and you could see she was getting too sensitive. But you needed to release as well. You knew this was her first experience with another woman so you decided not to overwhelm her and make her go down on you. Besides, you hoped you’d have chances to teach her how to do it.

You help her ride her orgasm before leaving the bed to stand up and take your own clothes off. Something inside of you suddenly got shy to be naked in front of her but as soon as you saw the way she drank your naked form, you left all the shyness behind and got on top of her again.

You kissed her lips again, her hands going to squeeze the soft skin of your ass as she kissed you more eagerly than before. It was wet and messy, all tongue and teeth. You noticed how she started to rub her core on the thigh it was inside her legs, searching for friction.

“Two orgasms and you’re still rutting against my thigh?” She got shy and blushed, eyes looking at you like a puppy. “Tell me, baby. What do you need? You want to cum again?” She nodded and squeezed your ass again, making you giggle at her attitude. “It’s your lucky day because I can make you cum as many times as you want” you lowered yourself to whisper on her ear “that’s the perks of dating women, we can last longer than any men could ever imagine and make you cum until you ask for me to stop” Hyejin left a little moan leave her lips as she imagined fucking you until she couldn’t walk.

You grabbed her body, laying her even more on the bed and opened her legs. You put yourself in between her legs, making your pussies touch each other. She moaned with just the feeling of your hot wet pussy in contact with hers, head thrown back. You chuckled and started to move, genitals rubbing together. The friction making you moan as well. You were not such a big fan of scissoring but somehow it felt so good with her. The way your juices were mixing with each other made the movements comfortable and enjoyable. Once in a while your clits would touch each other, earning loud moans from both of you.

Hyejin started to move herself, making your pussies touch even more and rub each other like a vice. Her long nails squeezing the skin of your thighs making you moan in a delicious pain mixed with pleasure. And it didn’t took long for her to cum again, clit rubbing against you even faster to ride the high. You came soon after her, your juices mixed dripping down your skin.

You left your place on the bed to grab a wet cloth so you could clean her sweaty and sticky body, taking special care with her sensitive area. After cleaning her you went to clean yourself and grab a cup of water for her.

Hwasa drank the water in a swig making you chuckle at her thirstiness.

“What are you laughing at? That’s all your fault?” She sassed at you. You feigned offense, putting your hand on your chest and opening your mouth

theatrically.

“My fault? You were the one who asked for it, remember?” She blushed and turned her back to you. You giggled at her. “But today was just a taste of what you can get”

“A taste? Can you go beyond?” She glared at you, eyes widened with the thought of you being able to go for even longer.

“Oh honey, you have no idea what I can do” you smirked at her, grabbing her chin between your fingers and softly kissing her lips. “But I can go slow with you, there are a lot of things for me to show and teach you” she smiled and nodded, giving you another kiss.

“And I can’t wait for you to teach me” she cuddled your waist and you couldn’t take the stupid smile out of your face.

She was going to be yours from then on.

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Untitled (Arranged Marriage!Yoongi) | Teaser

Pairing: Chaebol/CEO!Yoongi x Fem!Reader, Final!???? x Fem!Reader

Genre: Chaebol(ish)!AU, Arranged Marriage!AU, Yoongi is a big ol' butthead for a while, Humor

Summary: Your husband-to-be, Min Yoongi, is a beautiful, gorgeous, cruel asshole. And his friends are no better.

Word Count: 1.4k

Rating: 18+

AN: This has been sitting in my WIPs for a while, and is also 100% @hamsterclaw's fault for driving me insane with her Vows series. It's nowhere near finished and I don't actually have an estimated date to begin posting, but it IS his birthday so....

A special thanks to @madbutgloriouspond and @nabiolive for beta-ing what's been written so far! Love you both always and forever.

Also I HATE coming up with titles so this has none at the moment.

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Your first impression of Min Yoongi is that pictures didn't do him justice. There are certainly worse men you could be marrying to get ahead in life, at least from a physical standpoint. If you had met him under other circumstances, you might have been ecstatic.

Unfortunately, your first meeting is to discuss the terms of your engagement and eventual marriage. So that's hiccup number one in terms of establishing some sort of relationship based on mutual affection and attraction.

Hiccup number two is that he is a massive asshole.

You sit wordlessly across from each other in glacial silence as you wait for him to say something, to look at you, to at least fucking acknowledge your presence. But he hasn't so much as glanced your way since your parents and lawyers left the conference room to "allow the new couple a chance to get to know each other," as if this is their idea of a cute first date.

You use the time to study the man you're expected to marry. He's objectively striking with flowing dark hair and smooth, pale skin that has you vaguely wondering about his skincare routine. He almost looks like a doll, and the deathly silence does nothing to dispel the image. Finally, you can't take it anymore.

"So, do you - "

"I'm going to make a few things clear," he cuts you off, and for the first time today he deigns to look you in the eye. His own are dark and beautiful, and the ice in his gaze is matched only by the cold, almost bored quality of his voice. You shut up, too shocked by his rudeness to do anything but stare back.

"I have no interest or desire to be married to you," he says bluntly, stunning you further. "I am doing this out of necessity. Publicly, we'll have to attend events together, but otherwise don't expect me to hold your hand or act like I'm your boyfriend. I have responsibilities that matter, and I don't need you wasting my time with frivolous activities."

It's like the frost radiating from his body is trying to wrap its icy tendrils around your throat, but the flare of irritation at his complete dismissal of you is enough to melt away its bite. Your mind flashes back to the information your investigator had gathered, because you're not stupid enough to agree to marry someone completely blind.

Min Yoongi, 28 years old, only son and heir to Min Hyunsuk, President of Hansol Group. No arrests or convictions on record - at least nothing that couldn't be paid away, probably. He had been speculated to be in a quiet, long-term relationship with his college sweetheart, Kim Yongsun, and his cruel words only add credence to the theory.

You're not an idiot. You weren't expecting some kind of soap opera romance where you and your fiance hit it off and fall madly in love. You would have been satisfied with someone who at least respected you and the partnership, who you could have sex with without wanting to vomit. Those are more than reasonable expectations for a transactional relationship in which both parties are supposed to be benefitting.

Director's boards always seem to think a married man is more reliable than a bachelor, despite half of the assholes having mistresses on the side. You have a niggling feeling that there's some sort of agreement between Yoongi himself and his father, one that stipulates marriage with someone "suitable." Apparently, Yoongi's ex didn't meet his family's standards.

You might have felt bad for the man if he wasn't acting like such a colossal prick before so much as a single hello. Boo-fucking-hoo, he has to marry you instead of the girl he loves. Well, he's the one who made the choice for himself, not you.

You've honed many skills and talents over the years. One of them is being petty to a fault.

So you put the brightest, sweetest smile possible on your face, and for the first time today he wears an expression other than annoyance or bored indifference. He looks surprised.

"As you wish, dear fiance," you reply, saccharine sugar dripping from your voice like poison. "I will put all of my efforts into not inconveniencing you."

His eyes narrow at your tone, but before he can reply, your parents return. You bid a polite farewell, taking great glee in pressing a chaste kiss on Yoongi's cheeks as he gives you a murderous stare, and leave with your father.

"That went very well," he says as you exit the tall glass building, looking satisfied.

"Yes, Yoongi was very charming," you agree pleasantly, resisting the urge to scream when your father nods. He probably wouldn't care if Yoongi hit you behind closed doors as long as it didn't come to light or jeopardize the family name. Or the company's stock prices.

"I'm glad you've finally come around," your father says proudly as your driver pulls up and opens the door for the two of you to get in. "This is the best way you can help our family."

Yeah, I went to business school overseas so I would be a more favorable marriage option to some rich asshole, you think sourly, adjusting the skirt of your dress beneath you so it wouldn't wrinkle. You fucking idiot.

"Of course, father," you reply docilely, folding your hands in your lap as you turn to stare out the window. It galls to swallow down the words you really want to say, but you've long since learned to save your breath.

Besides, it's easier to maneuver when people underestimate you.

~~~~~

One month and one staged set of proposal pictures later, you're having an ostentatious engagement party so Yoongi can show off his new fiancee. Wait fuck that and fuck him, he's attending as your fiance.

Neither of you are particularly interested in the event, but hell hath no fury like a set of parents who want to show everyone how picture perfect their kids' lives are. And by extension, their own.

You idly wonder if he'll be able to pull off even a modicum of boyfriend behavior, considering he's been just as standoffish every other time you've seen him since that horrible first meeting. He'd once rolled his eyes when you had the audacity to ask how his family was doing, because fuck you for trying to make the best of what's rapidly becoming an incredibly painful situation.

So, because you know it infuriates him, you always greet him with a hug and a kiss he has to reciprocate because others are watching. The veiled fury in his eyes is the only thing that gets you through the meetings.

Plus he has quite kissable lips, which you discovered during the obligatory kiss picture during the proposal shoot. It had actually been quite pleasant to be cradled in his arms, his soft rose petal lips pressed against yours. At least, until you remembered who was holding you.

You're inspecting the finishing touches on your hair and makeup when your phone buzzes.

Yoonyoon I'm here. Hurry up.

God he is such a dick. Giving his phone contact a stupid nickname was the best idea you'd ever had.

You Of course, babe <3

He doesn't respond, of course, and you slip on your heels before leaving your apartment and taking the elevator down. Your eyes fall on the sleek, dark gray car in front of the building and you make your way towards it.

Yoongi is on his phone, and he doesn't even bother to look up when you enter the passenger's seat.

"Took you long enough," he says boredly, as if you hadn't left your unit as soon as you got his message. You take a deep breath and count to ten before pasting a smile on your face.

"Sorry babe, I just wanted to look good for you," you coo obnoxiously, relishing in the way his lips purse together in irritation. He turns to face you, face irate.

"I thought I told you not to - " he shuts up abruptly, eyes widening slightly as he takes you in. His gaze flickers down your body before it settles back to your face, and he looks stunned, like he's never seen you before.

Actually, now that you think about it, this might be the first time he's really looked at you. The night of your engagement party. How hilariously sad.

"Something the matter?" you ask, half expecting him to tell you you look like shit. Your voice seems to snap him back to his senses, and he turns forward again, foot hitting the gas so hard your back thumps into the leather back of your seat.

Asshole.

~~~~~

[randombtsprincessa]

Bewitched Fools || 02

All Rights Reserved. © RandomBTSPrincessa, Tulips98.

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Words: 5.2k

Genre: Arranged Marriage AU! Pride & Prejudice AU! Angst, Smut, Fluff

Rating: Mature

Playlist - moplush - We In The Dark (ft. svtxri & subvanity)

Chapters: 01 

Heavy sets of metal weights clanged behind you, your hands undoing the protective wraps from around your knuckles and grabbing your water bottle as Jisoo came to join you, her pretty face red and panting.

“How long has it been? I feel like I haven’t trained since…”

“My wedding,” You guzzled water sloppily, leaving your best friend to shrug at your words.

“That’s only been like…a few weeks? I should not be this useless. How did your set go?”

You removed the sipper from your mouth, thinking back to the reps you’d tried to do today. It had been simple; cardio, core and basic weights to get the juices flowing back again. You’d sweated through the inclined run before a trainer had gently but firmly told you to tone it down.

You could feel it in your thighs now, but…

“It was ok. Not horrible, could be better…you know how it is.”

She clicked her tongue at you.

“Are you going to swing by my place? My parents have kinda been bugging me about seeing us together.”

You hummed, both of you swinging your gym bags up on your shoulders to exit the sleek glass and metal walls.

Going to see Jisoo’s family was a tempting offer - definitely a sight more tempting than visiting your own folks.

Jisoo’s parents were laid back, down to earth and cheerful people who you would’ve dearly loved to exchange your own…ok, your mom, for. You were pretty sure you might have drunkenly begged Jisoo to adopt you once in college.

There were no strict expectations, no restrictions, no pressure to stay amid the high society, literally…none of the tight leash atmosphere you had grown up in.

Jisoo had been free to pick her major, her career, her boyfriends were met with open wariness instead of suspicion and hostility and best of all; Jisoo’s marriage was her own business.

And despite the maneuvers of your mother to find you a groom as soon as Yongsun was settled, you were proud to say that Jisoo married her long term boyfriend first. You had two different points of view on marriage now as you dealt with your relationship drama.

And though you loved your sister and brother-in-law, you’d pick Jisoo’s experience.

Of course, all of that fell flat on its face of course, because your wedding and subsequent marriage was way out of the leagues of Yongsun and Jisoo. You had deliberately and knowingly picked your marriage, and well…you were going to lie on that bed for all to see now.

So much for role models.

“I don’t think I’ll come by today, Soo. I’m not up for putting on the act at the moment.” You said, raising your water bottle for another swig.

To her credit, Jisoo nodded in understanding. “I feel you. How has it been? We haven’t gotten a chance to properly talk over the phone.”

You snapped the sipper into the bottle cap, considering your answer carefully. The few days after your wedding and into your marriage were in no way easy to condense in an answer. You would either worry your best friend, or send her into an overdrive. And you had no energy to deal with either.

“It’s fine, I guess.” You mumbled, before turning to her. “What about you? I haven’t heard anything about you.”

Jisoo shot you a look, but conceded to telling you about her husband, Taeyang regardless as you walked to your respective cars.

Just as you got into your new Audi, a wedding gift from your new husband, Jisoo leaned in through the window. “You know that’s not always going to work, right?”

You stashed your things into the passenger seat, giving her a confused look. “What’s not going to work?”

“The evasiveness; Taeyang isn’t always going to have something new worth talking about.” She rolled her eyes but you spied a touch of resigned fondness in them.

“I’m not being evasive.” You leaned against the steering and started the car. “I just really have nothing to report. Nothing from my parents, Yongsun or even…” You didn’t say Namjoon’s name. It still felt odd to refer to him by his name and not just Mr. Kim.

“Right,” Jisoo patted the top of the car. “Get home then, we still have classes to look forward to. Nice car, by the way.” She blew you a kiss before walking away to her own car.

You waited for her to pull out of the parking first, the car idling until you followed.

The Audi swept out of the gym elegantly, your fingers nervously tight on the wheel. You wouldn’t say you were uncomfortable with the idea of the fancy car (you were a little surprised by the gift) but you were definitely very aware of the attention it brought you now.

The car had been waiting in the parking lot of your new home the day you were to visit your parents, the raised eyebrows of your mother and her smug sudden calls to the neighbors unmissed by you and your father.

You turned a street, sighing as you thought back to your wedding night.

You sat on the sofa a long while, just eyeing the door that had shut your brand new husband in. Just the thought of calling the man your husband was enough to race a shudder down your spine.

You were sure you would always retain some shock over his position in your life. Would he feel the same? He hadn’t even said anything to you through your wedding. And this interaction could hardly be called that.

You glanced at the blackened TV screen, deciding against turning it on. Clearing the coffee table, you ambled back to the master bedroom, the bed too big for you. You jumped on it regardless, starfishing yourself along the corners of the bed and staring at the ceiling.

Married, you are a married woman now. And not just any married woman…you were Mrs. Kim Namjoon now. You were married to one of the richest and most powerful men in the city, perhaps even the country. You were supposed to know the man, like even if not love. Yet, you hadn’t spoken to him even five times.

It made no sense.

You closed your eyes.

The parking valet nodded cheerfully when you entered the building, allowing you to exit the car with your gym bag and bottle before driving it down to the lot. You paused at the entry, looking up the imposing building.

The sleek limo stopped in front of the towering building. You glanced up from your phone, first at the concrete structure and then at your new husband. Kim Namjoon removed his own gaze from the digital diary he held to the building before reaching towards the talk button on his side.

“Just here’s fine, Sungjin. We’ll head in from here.”

You watched Namjoon pocket the device and step out of the limo. You waited a second before reaching for the door handle yourself, the driver - Sungjin already at your side. You gave him a smile for his help, following Namjoon into the place.

He stood at the concierge’s desk, already speaking to the man who nodded along before giving you a polite smile. “Welcome, Mrs. Kim, it’s a pleasure to have you here.”

He didn’t emphasize where ‘here’ exactly was supposed to be but you smiled back nonetheless.

Namjoon muttered something else to the man before walking over to you. “Right,” He said, one of the first words he’d spoken to you since your wedding. “You’ll want to go upstairs now. Get settled in. The concierge has your key to the elevator. He’ll explain how it works. I’ll see you later.” He began to turn around.

“You’re not coming with me?” You blurted out.

Even as Namjoon paused, looking back at you, you had mentally smacked yourself. What did it matter if he was going to come upstairs with you or not? You had no acquaintance with the man whatsoever. It was silly to rely on a near stranger for any support.

“No.” He said at length. “I have some work to do at the office. I missed some days due to the wedding preparations. I’ll see you later.” He tilted his head, missing your eyes and marched away through the open doors the doorman held ready.

You stared after him, wondering what role he had played in the wedding prep at all.

“Ma’am, shall we?”

You nodded absently at the concierge, following him to another hallway and riding the elevator up. At the top, he pressed the key in your hand. “I hope you have a pleasant day, Ma’am.”

The glass and steel doors opened to reveal gleaming white marble and dark walls. You took a step forward, hearing the elevator go back down, carrying the concierge back down as you stood there listlessly with a large key hanging from your hands.

“Good morning Mrs. Kim.” The voice made your head turn to the tall windows. A prim woman stood near the sitting area, her hands clasped to her front. Her neat skirt coat told you absolutely nothing about her but you definitely knew that this couldn’t possibly be Namjoon’s mother.

“Um, hello.” You said.

“I am Jung Ida; Mr. Kim’s housekeeper. He let me know that you will be arriving and that I was to welcome you, show you your new home and to help you become comfortable.” She didn’t smile, but there didn’t seem to be any hostility in her eyes. At the very least, they didn’t hold any confused judgment. If she wondered what Kim Namjoon saw in you, she hid it well.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t know there was going to be someone waiting for me. You don’t have to worry about getting me settled.”

Her lips twitched.

“It’s my pleasure, Mrs. Kim. Please, follow me and I will show you the penthouse.”

Ms. Jung talked as she showed you around. The living room, dining, kitchen were huge and modern, with gleaming amenities. There was an emergency staircase leading downstairs incase of a fire and a huge spiral led up to the second floor.

“This door here leads to Mr. Kim’s study. It also leads to the bar but you can access it from the staircase room.” She said, showing you a set of double doors near the dining room. You tried not to stare at the fact that Namjoon’s ‘study’ took up almost half of the place.

“And on this side,” Ms. Jung led you over to the other half. “The staff quarters are here. Well, it’s just my room when Mr. Kim needs me to stay overnight. The night staff usually leaves around midnight. The day staff arrives by seven in the morning or whenever they are called. In the mornings, I arrive by ten.”

She turned down a short hallway and stopped before another set of doors.

“This is your study, ma’am.” She slid the panel doors to reveal a much brighter room than Namjoon’s ‘side’. The walls were lined with multiple shelves, soft rugs lay on the floor and there was a verandah attached just like his.

“I - I, isn’t this a bit too much?” You whispered nervously while Ms. Jung walked in.

“Mr. Kim mentioned that you are still studying. This is his way of ensuring you have full privacy and your own space.” She replied, indicating a door behind the desk. “This is your powder room.”

If you thought the first floor was sprawling, the second floor was even more so. Decked with a gym and gaming room, something that closely looked like a spa and an indoor pool, the upper level was mostly bedrooms.

It was still hard to wrap your head around the fact that your new home resembled something out of a magazine. But it had been remarkably easy to settle in and start calling the penthouse ‘home.’ Though the key to your small flat still remained on your keyset, it was becoming more and more a memory.

You had first and foremost tried to become friends with each and every staff member who crossed the threshold of the elevator, Ida doing her best to act as a support system for you.

You weren’t altogether without solidarity.

The thought braced you as you drew yourself to the present, heading upstairs.

A shower later, you rubbed a towel into your scalp, heading towards the laundry room to dry it when you caught Namjoon’s bedroom doors open. You stopped immediately, hearing movement inside. Would it be okay to go in? Sure, you’d gone into the Master Bedroom - occupied by Namjoon obviously - alone many times. You had had nothing better to do but roam about the vast space and you had become curious.

You wondered if Namjoon had any idea that you’d openly pranced about his room, gaped at the sheer size of the master closet and sniffed at his collection of cologne.

You weren’t sure if you would be very welcoming of the idea of him doing the same to you but then, he was never home when you weren’t there.

You glanced back to the room beside his, the one you slept in, considering letting him leave before you reappeared. You looked back at his open door, then at yours before tossing caution to the wind and knocking on the door.

“Uh, Namjoon?” You winced at how odd his name sounded coming from you.

There was a pause before he replied, his deep voice cool and much more composed than you felt at that moment.

“In here.”

You wrung the towel in your hands, before tossing it into your room. You could dry it later. Taking a breath, you entered the room and then the closet - with him inside of it.

Namjoon stood in front of his mirror, shirt and trousers on. His hands were busy working a tie around his neck, measuring the lengths.

“Hi,” You said nervously, standing in the doorway of the closet, not sure if you wanted to broach the space he occupied.

“Good morning,” He glanced at you, taking in your wet hair. “Back from the gym, I see. How was it?”

You didn’t answer immediately, watching him put some dress socks on. You had no idea why you found him dressing for work so fascinating. You could chalk it up to having never seen the process before but there was something so engrossing about watching him walk around and pick up things he’d wear the whole day.

“It went well.” You answered finally, absently but it already seemed like Namjoon had moved on from the topic.

You picked up the suit jacket that he had put out while he tied his shoes, hesitantly moving over to him when he stood up. He looked from the jacket to you, an eyebrow flicking upwards. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything, quietly turning around for you.

You opened the jacket, sliding it over his arms, one by one and then brushing the shoulders - ignoring that you were touching your husband’s shoulders indirectly.

Neither of you commented on it as he turned around again.

“I’m not as fit as I used to be, you could say.” You said, reaching up to his tie. You pull the halves till they lay perfectly aligned with Namjoon’s adams apple. You loosened the top a little, buttoning the top button of his shirt to hide the triangle of skin there. “My trainer had to actually tell me to lighten up on the load I was doing. Even Soo - Jisoo - was struggling. But I think, once I start going to the university properly again, I can get a better routine.”

You looked up at him, his eyes hovering somewhere over your shoulder. “How’s work for you?”

Namjoon glanced back at you, his eyes mildly suspicious. “It is fine. How are your studies?”

“It is fine.” You returned.

Your husband nodded, moving away from you to exit the closet. You followed him down to the Main floor. Ida already stood by the elevator, his work bag and coat in her hands.

“Aren’t you going to eat breakfast?” You asked, already knowing the answer but asking nonetheless. You had no idea where the urge to interact with him had suddenly come from but you couldn’t seem to stop it.

Ida and Namjoon both looked back at you in surprise but he was quick to neutralize his face.

“I’ll get something at work.” He looked away quickly, throwing his coat over his arm as the elevator opened.

You sighed about to walk back up the stairs when you saw him stop the elevator doors from closing fully.

“You must be tired from the workout. Ida, please see to it that Y/N has a filling breakfast.”

“Of course, Mr. Kim.”

“Thank you.”

Namjoon didn’t wait for you to respond, removing his hand and letting the elevator engulf him to be taken to work.

You tapped your pen against the edge of your lip, eyes fixed outside the balcony doors. The bustle of the city didn’t reach you at this height and sometimes you felt that it got too quiet. You could hear the staff moving about outside, clangs in the kitchen and the whirr of cleaning going on in the rest of the house but it just wasn’t the same.

Sometimes you just enjoy the feeling of distraction from the traffic and people outside. Or maybe you were just bored from the hours of study.

You had spent the breakfast hour cursing yourself for your weirdly needy behavior with Namjoon before. Ida had placed a plate of your favorite savories in front of you, patting your hand comfortingly before she retired to have her own breakfast. You sat alone at the kitchen island before deciding to hide in your study.

You had picked up your work and books, losing track of time for a good bit until you started to drift in your thoughts again - your studies no longer enticing enough.

You huffed, pushing your chair away from the desk and stretching your arms up above your head. The weird groan you let out from the movement echoed around you and you slumped back, wondering what to do.

The clock told you that it was almost time for lunch and you could really not sit here for that as well.

You need to move. To breathe in some city air.

Plucking your phone from the charging docket, you called your sister.

Yongsun was already at your usual seat when you entered. She beamed at you from where she sat by the window, waving her arm up to greet you.

“Hey!” You grinned, about to lean over for a hug when you noticed that the chair to her front was already occupied.

Annoyance flared up at once when Jinhyo smiled up at you, the picture of sugared innocence. God, what did you have to do to get a peaceful afternoon with your sister? But then, Jinhyo was your sister’s in-law and you supposed, she had no choice.

“Jinhyo,” You greeted her lightly, taking the empty seat next to Yongsun.  

“It is so amazing to see you again, Y/N. How is married life suiting you? Your parents must be so happy to see their daughters hitched to such eligible bachelors.”

Your eye twitched immediately.

“You’re right. We did marry some amazing men. But we shouldn’t lower our own worth either, you know. Your brother is very lucky to have married my sister, after all, as he says himself. I’m sure you’ll find someone who matches your own worth.” You said.

Jinhyo frowned at you, unable to detect sarcasm in your tone and yet not completely comfortable with your words. “Well yes, I hope it will be soon.” She shrugged before flipping the menu open.

Under the table, as she always had, Yongsun’s hand found yours, giving it a squeeze of constant support. You glanced at her, still irritated but relenting in the face of her big, pleading eyes. You could never stay mad at her.

Once the food had been delivered, the three of you awkwardly digging and sharing the dishes, Jinhyo began to reveal exactly why she had tagged along with Yongsun.

Gossip. About Namjoon.

You looked at her sharply when she brought up your husband and the newness of your marriage, going off on a rhetorical tangent about how she had never imagined him marrying someone he didn’t even know.

You stabbed at the meat with your fork.

She wasn’t exactly wrong, a more rational part of your brain told you. Namjoon was a rich businessman who was busy and hardly ever there. It would’ve made sense that he go for someone he knew would be able to match that lifestyle. Maybe Jinhyo had been hoping it would be her. But Namjoon had chosen you, he’d married you.

And no matter how distant the two of you were, you weren’t altogether ok with Jinhyo thinking it was her place to comment on your relationship with your husband.

“Would you look at that, I can’t believe I lost track of time.”

Jinhyo stuttered to a stop.

“Is Namjoon waiting for you or something?” Yongsun asked.

You began to shove the last bites of your food into your mouth, deciding a little white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone. “Yes, I thought we could go out tonight. I’m really excited and I don’t want to keep him waiting.”

That made Jinhyo scowl at her plate.

“Oh that is so nice to hear!” Your poor sister said and for that, just that, the lie was worth it. “Give him our best! Have fun tonight!”

“Yeah,” the other woman said, “I hope it doesn’t turn out bad.”

“Jinhyo! Don’t jinx it!” Yongsun snapped.

“Oh, I doubt tonight will be jinxed.” You laughed - because there was no ‘tonight’ happening. “I’ll see you ladies later.”

You swung your bag up on your shoulders, rushing out towards the door.

“Y/N!”

You looked back at Yongsun catching up with you.

“I hope you’re not mad at me. Jinhyo was near me when you called and I made the mistake of putting the call on speaker. She wanted to come and I couldn’t refuse.”

“Hey,” You put your hands on her shoulders. “I’m not mad at you. I wanna yank her hair, yeah, but I’m not mad at you. I promise. I should really go now though.”

Yongsun studied you for a second before smiling again. “Have fun,” she hugged you tightly. “I’m glad you’re not so far from Namjoon.”

Your smile faded but you held tightly onto her.

The moment the elevator doors closed behind you, encasing you in a surprising feeling of ‘home,’ you heaved a sigh of relief. You had wanted to feel the city, enjoy the company of your sister but you had had to deal with Jin’s obnoxious sister. Now, the very place you had been trying to escape was making you feel restful. It was a conundrum you weren’t prepared for.

You kicked off your shoes and hung up your coat, fetching a drink from the kitchen to sit in front of the tall windows. The evening dark had flooded the penthouse, twinkling city lights like candles outside but you decided against switching on the lights.

You thought back to the morning, the absent way you had helped Namjoon finish dressing, correcting his tie and then asking if he was going to go to work hungry. That hadn’t been strange, had it?

Your idea of marriage was of partnership, companionship, ones that cared for one another. You had had notions of love as well, something to contest the fond indifference you had witnessed in your parents.

You wouldn’t say that your parents didn’t love each other, but it wasn’t the kind that you had wanted and you were once so determined to find that passion that you hadn’t thought once with your brain.

Well, things have changed now.

You and Namjoon had married for separate, private and mostly selfish reasons. But that didn’t mean that you had to remain wholly so for the duration of the relationship. You wondered if Namjoon was prepared to be the absent, distant cold man throughout the alliance.

He didn’t seem to have any leanings towards ending it abruptly, he would have told you, you were sure.

No, this marriage wasn’t a sham for him, but neither of you were attempting to make it anything more either.

You could at least try to be his friend. He probably didn’t want a lover in you, but he still came home to this house, to you. And for that, you were willing to be his friend, to try.

“Ma’am?”

You turned to see one of the helpers, a girl named Asha peering curiously at you from the light in the kitchen.

“Hey,” You sat up.

“Why are you sitting in the dark?” She didn’t wait for an answer, reaching for the remote switch they had to turn on the lights. You squinted in the sudden brightness before she considerately dimmed them.

“I came home some time ago, just wanted to watch the view.” You stood up.

Asha bowed her head. “We were about to start dinner, ma’am. Would you care for something special or do we proceed with the decided menu?”

You opened your mouth to tell her to carry on before an opportunity came at you. This was your chance, right? You had already made some attempt at reaching him today, you couldn’t let the trail go cold.

“Actually Asha - I had a favor to ask you all.”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Go home.”

You carefully placed the hot dishes onto the dining table, walking around to make sure they looked ok. Plates of Kimchi, rice, jjigae and meat steamed, sending aromatic strands floating around the place. It was a simple meal, nothing elaborate but it was tasty and you had frantically tasted and seasoned to get it just right.

You had gone as far as to ask Namjoon’s driver, Sungjin, to let you know when they left for home so you could time it right.

And just as Sungjin had notified you - Namjoon exited the elevator. You caught his carefully parted hair from the kitchen, walking out to see him loosen his tie and pull off his own shoes.

“Ida?” He called to the dark room.

“Hey,” You smiled nervously, holding out your hand for his bag and coat.

Namjoon started a little, turning to you. He didn’t give you his things. “Where is everyone? Why is it so dark here?”

You quickly pulled out the switch remote, turning the lights on as Asha had done. Just as you had done, Namjoon squinted at you.

“Sorry, I was in the kitchen so I didn’t need all the lights on. I sent everyone home.” You held out your hand again. Namjoon still didn’t give you his things.

“You sent everyone home?”

There was a touch of imperiousness in his tone and for a second you were worried he’d ask who gave you the right to. However, his expression cleared up quickly and he only looked confused. “Why?”

“Well,” You dropped your hand. “I thought I’d make dinner tonight. And we could eat together.” You tried to make it sound like a statement - assertive and confident - and not a question.

Namjoon blinked at you, uncomprehending.

It was silent for a long moment before you sighed. “I just thought that - it’d be something to do. Just us.” You hoped he wouldn’t ask you why.

Thankfully, he didn’t. Instead, slowly, he handed you the bag, undoing his coat to hang it up. “Okay.”

He moved past you into the dining room, where the scent of food lingered, leaving you stunned and holding the bag like an idiot.

You dropped off his bag on the seating of the bar, rushing back to see Namjoon sitting at the dinner table, looking at the plates of food.

“You made all of this yourself.” It wasn’t a question and you could just barely detect an emotion in his voice that you weren’t able to discern.

“Yeah,” You placed a dish in front of you, pushing the cutlery tray near him. “Any preference?”

“I’ll just take the rice and meat stew.” He served himself, leaving you to fetch utensils for yourself. To your surprise, the food tasted much better than before as you tucked in. You chalked it up to being hungry from having a stressful day.

You looked up at Namjoon, wondering if he was going to comment on the taste. You knew he was capable of compliments, he had loads of them for his staff. Of course, they were much more accomplished than you and had been doing it for a long time but hey, you weren't exactly bad and the food did taste amazing.

Yeah, he didn’t say anything, quietly using a spoon to shovel rice mixed with stew into his mouth and chewing and swallowing. All in one pace, as if he couldn’t wait to get away from here. From you.

“How was work?” You ventured.

Namjoon stopped chewing. For a second he continued to look down at his spoon before reaching for his water.

“It was ok. Just like everyday.” It almost felt like he was trying to deter you from asking him that question again.

You looked out of the back window then, discouraged and cursed yourself for even thinking that your efforts would be enough for the arrogant man you married. It took you back to the day that you saw him for the very first time.

The cold look in his eyes, the just barely turned up nose and the purse of his lips had been a constant accessory for him that day and he had only politely spoken to the handful of people he had deemed worthy to speak to. All of them had been people like him and Seokjin, you noticed now.

You supposed you should be thanking him for not bringing that stupid attitude to your own wedding. You imagined coming to the altar and seeing that same face. You would’ve turned right about and walked out - he could marry Jinhyo with that face and she could enjoy being ignored for the rest of her life. You snorted internally.

“Y/N.” You blinked out of your petty scenario, looking at Namjoon. His food was gone, eyes fixed to where you’d been smiling goofily to yourself. You quickly schooled your features.

“I’m going to go to bed now.” He said.

You nodded in acknowledgement.

Namjoon glanced down at your mouth again before shaking his head. He stood up, “You need help clearing up?”

“No, I got it.”

He didn’t insist on staying, simply moving to the other doorway to go to his office. “Thank you for dinner.” He said softly and you almost flinched, looking towards him but he’d already shut the door to his office.

Your chewing slowed, pondering his tone. He hadn’t sounded sarcastic. In fact, he had actually sounded quite sincere.

You looked back at his empty plate, wiped clean of the very last trace of stew. You wondered if that was a compliment in and of itself.

It wasn’t until later at night in bed, as you stared up at the ceiling that you realized that he had actually called you by your name to garner your attention.

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 2: submission

mamamoo/mamamoo+ 1.3k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Kim Yongsun (Solar) x Moon Byulyi (Moonbyul) suggestive/SFW

🖤 warnings: simplified and unspecific depiction of the feeling of subspace, mostly banter and smooching tbh🖤

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It's her usual farewell, when she's the only one leaving.

"Be good for Byulie!"

A joke, mostly. As if you'd ever dream of being less than kind, less than polite to your roommate's best friend.

Byul practically lives at your place, actually. Why Yongsun doesn't just cut her losses and let her best friend move in, rather than renting the spare room in her condo out to randoms like you, you'll never understand.

You'd asked, once, and Yongsun had just pouted. "I could never live with Byulie full time. Ew. Anyway, what, you don't want to live with me?!"

And the conversation ended there. Because, of course, you love living with Yongsun. It's like having an overbearing babysitter, sometimes, but usually it's just like...like student housing in college, a little. Like having someone a little older to look out for you while still being a friend, a peer. Yongsun is cool like that.

Even now, when she's going to the grocery store to buy the two ingredients missing for dinner tonight, leaving you alone with your as-good-as-housemate and instructions, as always, to be good.

Byul says what you're thinking, once the front door is shut behind Yongsun, leaving the two of you alone in the evening sunlight.

"You're always good for me."

"I'm always good," you amend, aiming for teasing.

"Then I'm not special?" Byul replies, without missing a beat. "Damn."

It's among the most that you've ever talked one-on-one with her, honestly, in those three complete sentences. She's pretty quiet unless Yongsun is there filling in the gaps. It makes her come across as silent and cool, even though Yongsun insists she's just shy.

Still silent and cool, to you.

"You're pretty special."

It was meant to stay in your head, but considering how Byul is looking at you, it must have come right out your mouth, instead.

Byul's smile is gentle, as always. "Glad you think so."

There's something in her eyes, though.

You're not stupid, and you're certainly not unaware. You know what Byul - and Yongsun - looks like. Her silky hair, her pretty cheekbones, her ridiculous abs. Byul is pretty much the hottest person you've ever met, aside from Yongsun. That two pretty best friends guy from TikTok would have a conniption if he saw them.

You'd be stupid if you didn't have a crush on at least one of them.

"You're so cute."

Byul's voice breaks you out of your reverie. Her slim fingers pinching your cheek gently makes you break out in goosebumps.

"Like a little bunny," she adds. "Why so scared?"

It's just Byul, your roommate's best friend, but something feels different.

"I'm not scared," you say.

She laughs. She moves closer to you, sliding over the couch cushions until she's right next to you, rather than a seat and a half away.

"Nervous, then. I don't bite, little bunny."

Byul looks more like a bunny than you do. Yongsun, too. The two of them, two rabbits, all cheeks and cute straight teeth. All they need are whiskers and little white tails.

That feels like a dangerous thought.

"I know you don't," you say.

Byul nudges you with her elbow. "Well. Not unless you like that."

You cannot for the life of your figure out why, but it seems like Byul is flirting with you.

There was a time, when you first moved into the condo with Yongsun, that you'd thought the two of them were dating. Byul and Yongsun. They're certainly close enough, touchy enough, intimate enough. But they'd both said that wasn't something they wanted. They laughed at you for suggesting it.

Even still, sometimes, there's...something, between them. A hint of something.

Or maybe you're projecting.

"Am I reading things totally wrong?" Byul asks.

For the hundredth time, you feel like you've been knocked over. "Reading...what?"

"You - do you not...like me?"

"I like you," you answer, floored, hurried.

But Byul shakes her head. "I just thought I was getting the vibe like you liked me. Liked me. But if not, then I'm sorry, I-"

"No, no!"

What are you doing? What is she doing?

"No what?" she asks carefully.

"Don't apologize."

"If I crossed a line, then-"

"Of course, I like you," you clarify, your synapses finally firing correctly.

Byul looks at you significantly. "I wasn't sure if - I mean, I asked Yong, before, a while ago, if you and her ever...anything, if there was anything, and she said no, but that doesn't mean that maybe you don't want-"

"I like Yongsun. And I like you," you cut in flatly.

She looks at you even closer, and then, that smile is back. That something in her eyes is back tenfold.

"How much?"

The strangeness just keeps coming. "What?"

"How much?" she repeats.

Byul's fingers are back on your cheek, turning you gently to face her. Her other hand is firm on your shoulder.

"This much?"

You nod. Byul's grin deepens.

She leans into your space, catlike grace. She's easing you onto your back, against the arm of the couch, before you even know it. Your brain is cotton candy, fuzzy and light.

"This much?"

"Yeah."

It's golden hour. The sunlight against Byul's dark hair is warm and soft, and you feel just the same inside. Slightly melted candy. Pulled taffy.

Whatever she wants sounds good to you. You like her so much.

"Hey, they didn't have the usual one so I got this really weird-looking Pulmone dupe - oh."

Yongsun, back from the store, is holding a reusable shopping bag in one hand, and a container of flour in the other. She's also wearing an unreadable expression, big expressive eyes uniquely void of her usual open emotion.

You can't even imagine what this scene looks like to her. Her best friend and her roommate. If your head wasn't full of dandelion fluff right now, you'd be running away to the next county.

"Wow. You really took that to heart, didn't you? Huh."

That's all she says about that.

She takes the flour, and walks away to the kitchen, saying something about the freezer being too full. You're not listening.

You can't be expected to listen to anything when Byul is kissing you, dragging her wonderfully soft fingers down your throat to rest on the juncture of your collarbones. It's possessive, and it makes those dandelion seeds bloom, floating away and leaving you just...

"I'm surprised it took this long, honestly."

Yongsun again. Byul pulls back, giving you a glimpse of Yongsun leaning over the back of the couch, just watching. Her warm blonde hair falls around her face, and you blink up at her, dazed.

"Yong," you say.

You never call her by the nickname, no matter how often she says it's okay. Her eyes widen, impossibly, and she laughs her loud full-bodied laugh.

"Yeah?"

"Yong," you say again, fidgeting a little under Byul.

Somehow, you've ended up with Byul between your spread legs. Not that you mind. It's just a little bit exposed, more than a little revealing. You're sure she can tell how excited you are, how interested in the goings-on.

"This little bunny told me something very interesting," Byul says, conversational.

"More interesting than having a crush on you?" Yongsun quirks an eyebrow.

"Try, also having a crush on you."

You want to hide your face in embarrassment. You try, hands flying up to cover your burning cheeks, but Yongsun brushes them away. She's not using much strength, but she's firm, and the firmness itself is enough. You drop your hands limply to either side of your head.

"Both of us?" Yongsun says interestedly.

"If - I mean, if..." you trail.

"It's more than okay," says Byul.

Yongsun nods. "You just have to do one thing."

Anything, for her. You nod eagerly.

But the request is simple. One you hear all the time. Usually as a joke. Or, you thought it was a joke. Now you're not so sure.

"Be good."

[knightyoomyoui]

NEW BOOK ALERT!

Here’s the book cover of my NEW book titled “K-Pop: Book Of One-Shots x Reader” with the pilot chapter featuring Kim Chaewon of LE SSERAFIM out today! Enjoy reading everyone! https://www.tumblr.com/knightyoomyoui/721363719101300736/le-sserafim-chaewon-x-m-f-reader-hardwork?source=share BOOK DESCRIPTION: A compilation of some K-Pop group members and soloists One-Shot AUs ft. Y/N (Male and Female Reader) made from the imagination by yours truly. Published: June 28, 2023 Written by: KnightYooMyoui

K-Pop idols featured in the cover (from left to right): Choi Soobin of TXT or TOMORROWXTOGETHER, Choi Seungcheol/S.Coups of SEVENTEEN, Christopher Bang/ Bang Chan of Stray Kids, Kim Namjoon/RM of BTS, Kim Jennie of BLACKPINK, Park Jihyo of TWICE, Bae Joohyun/Irene of Red Velvet, and Kim Yongsun/Solar of MAMAMOO.

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Mamamoo "Golden Retriever"/"Black Cat" S/O

Reactions/Headcanons Masterlist

Solar/Yongsun

~Black Cat~

You and Yongsun have a unique relationship dynamic. While you enjoy each other's quiet presence, Solar tends to be more outgoing and affectionate, often seeking you out when she needs peace and quiet.

Yongsun loves to pinch your cheeks and give you her blinding smile, even though you sometimes whine at her actions. Despite this, you let her do it because she's your girlfriend and you secretly enjoy the attention.

However, if someone else were to try to pinch your cheeks or invade your personal space like she does, you would definitely react strongly, perhaps even aggressively. It's your way of showing that Yongsun's affection and playful teasing are reserved just for her.

Yongusn, understanding this, respects your boundaries and cherishes the quiet moments she shares with you.

Moonbyul

~Black Cat~

Moonbyul finds your tsundere nature endearing and enjoys teasing you about it. She loves the way you sometimes act aloof or indifferent, only to show your affection in subtle ways that she has learned to recognize.

Your cool demeanor is a refreshing contrast to Moonbyul's outgoing and greasy personality. She finds your calmness and reserved nature intriguing, appreciating the balance it brings to your relationship.

You primarily dress in black with occasional grey clothes, creating a stylish and somewhat contrasting look compared to Moonbyul's more colorful and varied wardrobe. Despite the differences in fashion choices, Moonbyul finds your style appealing and enjoys the dynamic it adds to your relationship.

Wheein

~Black Cat~

You're the listener while Wheein is the talker, which suits both of you perfectly. Despite Wheein being the talkative one, she appreciates your quiet presence and the comfort you bring into her life.

Wheein often finds you in bed asleep after coming home late from practice. She undresses and joins you, settling with her back against your front, enjoying your warmth.

You express your affection through actions, like cleaning up after her without being asked. Drawing a bath for her to help her relax after a long day of work. Simple acts of cuddling and physical closeness mean a lot to both of you.

Hwasa/Hyejin

~Golden Retriever~

Hyejin loves your bubbly personality, which contrasts with her more reserved nature. She finds your positive energy infectious and it always brightens her day.

When Hyejin comes home from practice, she's often greeted by you at the door wearing an apron, ready to give her a warm welcome with a kiss. You lead her to the kitchen where her favorite meal is prepared, making her feel loved and cared for.

Throughout the day, you shower Hyejin with constant words of affirmation, reminding her of how amazing she is and how much you love her. You also love giving her plenty of hugs and kisses, creating a warm and supportive atmosphere that she deeply appreciates.

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Decanting

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pairing; kim yong-sun (solar) x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni)

notes/warnings; wlw, oral receiving and giving, fingering, thigh riding, pet names

word count; 2190 and some change

song inspiration; suho - decanting

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Muffling your laugh, you bite down on your bottom lip as Yong-sun’s lips run under your ear in small kisses. Her own laugh echoes as your fingers trail along her sides gently, pulling up her top and exposing her soft skin to the air in the room as the two of you lean up against the wall. 

A soft moan slips from your lips as Yong-sun’s teeth catch the lobe of your ear, before she pulls away to look at you. You can’t help the breathless feeling that almost overwhelms you as you freeze in her gaze. A small smirk crosses her lips as she links her fingers with yours and leads you towards the bedroom. She only glances back at you once she reaches the bed and pulls you closer to her. “You are so pretty tonight.”

Cheeks burning at her compliments, you lean your head back and bite at your lip laughing, before shaking your head and meeting her eyes as you bring your free hand back to her side. Your fingers once again slide under her shirt to find purchase along her smooth skin, making her shiver slightly at the contact. “I’m serious…I could just drink you up.” 

“That’s pretty cheesy, Yong-sun.”

It was her turn to laugh, and her laugh was like music to your ears. Her fingers drop from yours, only to move to your sides, sliding your shirt up so she could touch your skin like you were touching hers. “You like it. All the cheesy romantic stuff. It turns you on. Admit it…” 

You can’t hide the way your flesh heats up under her touch, the way your smile is more genuine at her words. There was no way you could lie to her even if you wanted to. Shaking your head,  your fingernails gently scratch over the top of her hips, before bringing your fingers to the front of her jeans, making her smile as you undo the button silently.

“I should make you speak to me before I let you in my pants.” 

A scoff falls from your lips, but Yong-sun laughs at your reaction, before her hands move to take your wrists, making you whine when you are unable to complete your task. “Yong-sun…please, I want to see you.”

You turn as she holds your wrists, her movements causing you to walk backward until the back of your knees hit the bed. “And I want to see you. I think I should get to go first. Only seems fair, since you are being so shy.” 

You pout slightly as you let Yong-sun lay you back on the bed, only making her laugh again as she lets go of your wrists in place of your shirt. Your arms lift as you arch your body giving her space to peel the fabric from your torso, only to watch her toss it over her head without a single care. “I’m going to be the one picking up all of these clothes later.”

Yong-sun grins at you as her fingers walk gently along your skin over the lace of your bra, before she circles your nipple making it perk up at her attention. “Stop thinking about the clothes and focus on me, baby.”

You lick your lips while her lips press to your neck in one gentle kiss, before she pulls back to look at you again. “Lean up.”

Nodding, you sit up on your elbows as Yong-sun reaches behind you to unclasp your bra and kiss along your shoulder, making you close your eyes when chill bumps spread along your skin quickly.

“Yong-sun…” Your voice is just a whisper but it’s loud enough for her to turn her head towards you dropping your bra to the floor next to the bed. 

“I know.” Her fingers glide along your jaw and into your hair as her lips find yours, her tongue gently gaining entrance into your mouth as her free hand glides along the underside of your breast. “So pretty and all mine.”

Your cheeks flush as you deepen the kiss to keep her quiet until you finally sit up and pull at her shirt when she finally lifts her arms. Your hands glide along her sides as her lips fail to find yours once more as it’s her turn to moan.

Yong-sun’s head falls back and you watch her in awe as your thumbs slide over her bare breasts, before you lower your head to run your tongue over one in a slow circle. Her fingers smooth down your hair as her breath quickens. Her tongue flicks over her lips as she moves to straddle your lap, giving you more access to her body. “This wasn’t the plan, Y/N.”

You can’t help but smile against her soft skin as you move in, softly sucking kisses to her other breast, only glancing up at her briefly before you suck lightly on her pert nipple, making her moan your name softly. She rolls her hips down over yours, begging for friction. The friction that you want to give her so badly and get in return. 

Yong-sun’s fingers run along your arms as your mouth works over her skin, moving from each breast, giving each one equal attention. Her brain fuzzy with only you and the want for more as arousal builds, her hips moving in slow circles over your thigh. You moan against her warm skin before glancing up at her when her hand carefully jerks your head back to get your attention. “I want out of these jeans, and I need you so fucking much.” 

You can’t help the smug smirk that crosses your lips as Yong-sun narrows her eyes at you. Her free hand moves to grip your jaw, her thumb gliding along your lips, before she presses a long deep kiss to your lips and slides from your lap. Her eyes never leave yours as you watch her breathlessly. Her hands push her jeans and panties down her legs carefully as she almost seems to shimmy in place, making your brain spin with ideas of watching her move her hips. 

Almost as if she can read your mind, a smirk crosses her lips as she tilts her head and sways her hips, almost exaggerated as she walks toward you. “Now lay down. I won’t ask twice.”

You narrow your eyes playfully, before she pushes at your shoulders and begins walking her fingers down your body. Carefully manicured short nails trace your nipples, before dipping into your belly button, and finally resting at the clasp to slowly undo. 

Yong-sun’s eyes never leave yours as she slowly peels the rest of your clothes from your body. She only looks away to admire you as you arch your back to the feeling of the air hitting your body sending a shiver through you. “Cold, baby?” Her fingers slide over your thighs and down to your knees, before she pushes your legs apart, letting her eyes travel over your wet core. 

You watch as Yong-sun’s tongue flicks out to wet her lips as she shakes her head and looks back at you. “I’ll warm you up. Look how pretty you are.”

A moan is cut short as you press your lips together when she runs her fingers between your folds, before pressing gently against your entrance. Her eyes find your face again as she smiles circling the pad of her thumb around your clit and working two fingers slowly into you. “Oh please don’t do that, baby. I want to hear you moan. I love it so much. I want to know how good I am making you feel. Do you like this?” 

Nodding, you let your mouth part into another moan of her name with a soft yes as her free hand massages your inner thigh.

“Yeah? A bit more?” Her voice is as soft as yours before she presses her lips to your thigh and kisses up to meet her hand, replacing her thumb with her mouth, making you arch off the bed. 

Your eyes flutter shut as your fingers lace with her free hand as she sends you over the edge, causing you to almost feel dizzy. Yong-sun smiles against your warm, wet core before running her tongue from your entrance to your clit as she slides her fingers from you slowly. Her eyes watching you writhe from almost being overstimulated, before she carefully moves to sit up and suck her fingers clean with a happy sound. 

Struggling to catch your breath for only a moment, you watch your smug girlfriend lick her fingers clean, before moving quickly making her gasp into a laugh as you quickly pin her to the bed and nudge her nose with yours. “You are feisty now.”

You can’t help but to smile on Yong-sun’s lips before kissing her slowly, your teeth tugging at her bottom lip as you slot your thigh between her legs and press up against her wet folds, making her moan against your deep kiss. 

“Y/N…I need more.” Her voice muffled against your lips.

You nod and slide your fingers along her sides making her giggle into the kiss as you smile on her lips. Your hips move to roll your thigh against her core as she pants into soft moans. “What do you want, Yong-sun? My fingers? Or my mouth?” With your free hand moving into her hair, you let your thumb run along her warm cheek as she lifts her hips to rock her core against your hip, trying to chase an orgasm that was hard to find in this position. “Tell me, beautiful…or are you shy now?” 

She scoffs on your lips and hisses as you nip at her lips, before opening her eyes to look up at you and letting out a louder moan as your thigh hits her perfectly, causing friction against her clit. “Oh god…your mouth. I want your mouth. Please?”

You smile against her jaw, before pressing gentle kisses along her neck and slowly working your way down her body. 

Yong-sun whines gently as her fingers run through your hair as your hands hold the back of her thighs, sliding her legs apart. Her toes press into the bedding as she meets your eyes when you glance up from between her thighs. “Fuck…”

You can’t help but to smile at the one word before your eyes close and your mouth is on her.  One hand holds Yong-sun’s hips to the bed as the fingers of your free hand separate her folds, carefully giving you more access as you devour her like she is your last meal.

You can’t help but echo her loud moans that fill your ears as you suck lightly at her clit, sending vibrations through her body. She was like a finely tuned instrument, and you know every single note. Circling her clit once with your tongue, you move your attention to her entrance, unable to resist another selfish moan at how sweet she tastes. 

“Y/N…I’m gonna cum. Baby…please.”

You glance up as Yong-sun tries to arch on the bed, only to be pushed back down by your hand on her hips as your tongue dives into her, your thumb circling her clit, pushing her over that edge as you almost beg her to cum for you. Her moans fill the room like a wave as Yong-sun’s hips roll towards your mouth when she cums. You can’t help but pull her that much closer, not wanting to waste a drop as her fingers pull at your hair. 

Hips slowly stop moving as your tongue runs in almost kitten-like licks over sensitive skin, before you pull away to press kisses to Yong-sun’s thighs when she laughs and runs her hands through her hair. “Come up here and kiss me. If your lips aren’t on mine in 10 seconds, I’m kicking you out of this bed.” 

You laugh and crawl up her body in the bed and press your wet lips to hers, making her moan. She tastes herself on your lips and shakes her head as she wraps her legs with yours. “Incredible. I’m not sure I would trust myself to walk right now.”

Another laugh escapes your lips as you run your fingers over her side and kiss her lips gently between kisses, before nudging her nose with yours playfully. “I think you are just saying that because you don’t want to help me pick up clothes.”

Yong-sun laughs and presses her head back against the pillows with a sigh, raising a brow as her fingers lazily run over your arm. Her eyes full of mirth, you can see how much love is laced in them as she bites her lips and shrugs. “You caught me. Just stay in bed with me. I love you too much to let go right now.” 

You sigh and let her tug you closer, laying your head on the pillow next to her as you both turn to the side. Gentle kisses and laughter are all that are left in the room as the two of you hold each other so close it's hard to tell where one begins and one ends.

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[emeraldelysian]

Hey I justyour post about the blurbs.

If i`m not too late, could I request a most to least jealous for the Mamamoo girls?

♡︎ Hello love! Oh my gosh of course it's not too late. That's such a great recommendation, the Mamamoo girls always hold such a special place in my heart and I absolutely love writing for them. This one was so fun to write and I honestly think they all have a little bit of a jealous streak, haha. I hope you enjoy! ♡︎

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Kim Yongsun

Jung Wheein

Moon Byulyi

Ahn Hyejin

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Solar is very possessive of those she loves, and you're no different. She respects your boundaries but she also really just wants your attention on her when you're in public. She is very shy when it comes to PDA done in public, but she's also the type of person to leave marks on your collarbone just so people know you're hers indirectly. She's also the type of person to put her hand on your cheek and turn your face towards her every time you look away for too long.

Wheein is less obvious about her jealousy but it's there. She isn't afraid to be the type of person to say "ay, she's mine!" out loud, leaving you a blushing mess. Very openly possessive of you but not one to get jealous easily.

So at first, I had Moonbyul higher on the list. But then I realized, she is equally as much of a flirt. She doesn't ever get jealous seriously unless you're purposely trying to make her jealous. You know her trigger points, and you know what'll make her stare at you.

Hwasa is very jealous but not as much as the other three. You both have major power couple energy so there are not very many people that dare to try to flirt with either of you anyway. But she will not hesitate to glare at anyone that explicitly tries to go after you. Very much a "let me take a sip of my wine very slowly and seductively before a murder a bitch in one sentence" when she's jealous. Very much in control of the situation and knows it, essentially.

[mashup-writing]

Sub!A!Mamamoo being endlessly teased by Dom!O!Reader

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Requested? ☒

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Hwasa:

Hyejin acted over-confident when you gave her one task, raising her eyebrow at you as if she was daring you to do your worst. You swore to yourself you'd make her regret underestimating you, and you succeeded. You didn't bother tying her up and just promised her that if she lifts any part of herself off the bed she wouldn't be cumming for a month. Halfway through you having your fun and already you had rendered the alpha into a begging and panting mess. Hovering over Hyejin, you bit at her scent gland and pumped down on her length and she unconsciously bucked up into your hand.

You let go of her and put a hand on her stomach, you kiss her neck that's now full of marks and get off of your alpha. Chocolate orbs flutter open with unshed tears of frustration and overstimulation she grabs at your hand weakly although desperately Hyejin asks why you stopped.

You smile sweetly at her and tell her that you don't ever break your promises.

Moonbyul:

No cumming until 20 minutes pass. That was your command, to be honest you felt as if 20 minutes was being easy on your cocky little alpha. So you decided to amp your simulations up to "Make it even"

Byul's moans and desperate whines fill the room as you fuck and roll into her with a strap, she grabs onto anything that she can reach so as to give her some semblance of grounding to no avail. 10 minutes in and she begs and begs for your permission to let her cum, you deny her and tell her that cumming before the 20 minute mark will result in punishments.

15 minutes in and Byul arches her back, with one hand supporting her weight beneath her, she grabs onto your nape and digs her nails in. You wrap your hand around her neck and apply just enough pressure to stop blood flow for a split second, and it sends her over the edge. A broken scream leaves her mouth and she falls face first onto the bed as both her arms lose their strength, spasms wracking her body as her length shoots ropes of cum onto the sheets beneath, tears leave her eyes as the tip of her cock rubs onto the drenched sheets, she shuts her eyes as she attempts to catch her breath.

You smirk and wait till almost all of the spasms leave Byul's body. Almost. Once you see her body sag even lower, you lean down and firmly grab onto her cock from behind. The alpha's eyes shoot open as you pump her length at a high speed, breathless gasps leaving her lips as you buck into her as a declaration.

"I told you Byul-yi, 20 minutes at the very least. And now the real fun begins.."

Wheein:

Wheein was easily the most innocent looking one in the group. But behind closed doors? She was easily the most submisive masochist you could have ever met. You had given Wheein a hand job so many times within the past 30 minutes that a drag of your fingernail across the tip of her length made her moan and jerk her hips away from you, desperate to catch a break.

But you weren't going to let her get away that easily.

You grab her length and placed a slow lick from the base to the very tip. Watching Wheein squirm above you like how a predator would watch their prey. You alternate between pumping and licking her length until she thrashes in your grip with her breathing becoming extremely erratic once more.

"Please Y/N, please, please, I can't.... I can't.. No please.. I just-" not even for a second, does the thought of stopping cross your mind. You taunt her with a drunken haze in your eyes and a smile on your face, telling her that deep down, she wants as many orgasms as you can give her. She moans once again and feebly tries to push your head away.

"Then use your safe-word baby, there's no shame in it if you really can't cum anymore."

The loud moans that filled the room a second ago ceases for a moment, and you feel Wheein's hands run through your hair and rest on the top of your head. Your smile conveys evil as you lay a kiss on her throbbing cock.

"That's what I thought babygirl."

Solar:

She gives off a very "Macho Alpha" vibe out in public and you let her friends and every other person think that you were the submissive one in the relationship. It doesn't matter seeing as it's more fun this way, especiallt when you both know who really calls the shots. You let your eyes slowly wander down her body whenever your gazes meet and it makes her facade falter just enough that no one but you notices, it makes you impatient in waiting for the right time to do what it is you're going to do to her.

You throw your drink back and get up from your seat, the DJ chose to play a more slow and sultry beat and it suits your plans perfectly. Walking towards Solar, you grab her hand and pull her to the middle of the dance floor, where most of the people were. Hinding in plain sight is somewhat of a skill you have. Pulling her close to your body, you turn around and grind on her as you dance to the beat.

Solar pulls you close and buries her face in your neck as her eyes fall shut and her moans vibrate against your skin. Her hardening length straining against the cage you put her in before you left the house, she soon finds out it's only the beginning when your hand makes its way down and gives her a squeeze. She bucks into your hand as you lean up and place your mouth just by the lobe of her ear.

"What's the matter alpha? Don't you have a little...... Restraint.... In you?"

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[byulsgrease]

"this was all you needed... right?"

Helping Yongsun film Solarsido always felt bittersweet. (~1k words, light angst?? not sure what to call it, solar x gender neutral reader)

cw: food

“안녕하세요~ 소-라-시-도! 소라입니다, ooo!” (anneyonghaseyo~ so-la-si-do! solaribnida, ooo!)

That signature opening line was something you heard nearly every time you came over nowadays. If Yongsun wasn’t at work, exercising, or walking her dog, she was creating Solarsido content. Of course, as her partner, you had to be camera-person in rotation with Moonbyul and Yonghee. Colleague #4, if you will. Or maybe her Yonghee was colleague #4? Which would make you #5… Nonetheless, asking you to come over usually implied helping her shoot another video before actually hanging out or doing anything else.

Fortunately, today’s shoot was an asmr mukbang. You knew full well there was no way Yong would finish all the food, which meant you got to help her eat the leftovers – a huge perk because her healthy diet was sometimes a bit too healthy for you. It couldn’t be helped, your sweet tooth demanded sugar. But her dedication to healthily taking care of herself was something you deeply admired, especially with her career in an industry that hyper-focused on body image (for better or for worse).

Arriving and opening the door to her place, you announced your arrival and stepped inside. Taking off your sandals, you saw Moonbyul’s Air Jordan’s tossed in the doorway. Moonbyul hung around nearly as often as you, but it was no big deal. She exuded a swagger that you secretly respected and hoped that some of it would rub off on you. Besides, no one outside Solar’s close circle knew that she was in a relationship anyway, so maybe it was best that Mamamoo fans theorized about MoonSun to no end.

“Helloo!!” Moonbyul exclaimed as she waved, popping her head out from the doorway to Solar’s filming area. Yongki, Yongsun’s dog, ran up to greet you, her nails clacking on the floor. You squatted down to give Yongki a proper pet and to take off your shoes, setting them next to Moonbyul’s Air Jordan’s. Walking into Solar’s filming room, a huge spread of chocolatey items covered every inch of the table. Honestly, quite the sight. Thankfully you and Moonbyul would play garbage disposal later, so none of it was going to waste. Solar’s eyes lit up when they met yours, happy to see you (another set of hands to help her film). You gave her a peck on the cheek, trying your best not to mess up her makeup while watching a grimacing Byul out of the corner of your eye playfully shielding her eyes with her hands.

As Yongsun began filming, the urge to munch on the snacks grew with every second that passed, the chocolate scent wafting through the air as she crunched and chewed loudly for the mic to pick up. You and Byul stood behind the camera to occasionally make sure the shot was in focus. Both of you scoped out which snacks to eat first, communicating silently with hand gestures and facial expressions as to not disturb the asmr experience. Towards the very end of filming, Moonbyul reached her hand into the shot to steal a Pepero, unable to cope with the boredom of filming and the irresistible snacks.

“HEY!” Yongsun scoldingly whisper-yelled. Byul just smirked and broke the stick in half, handing a piece to you.

As you carefully bit the chocolate off from around the Pepero, your mind wandered. Filming Solarsido always felt bittersweet, since your hands could never make an appearance in a video. Yongwangnims with their hawk-eyes would sus something out real quick. Did being with Yongsun mean sneaking around a lot and trying not to go to extremely public places? Yes, but you knew it had to be like that. The longing for a “normal” relationship occasionally hung around in your mind, though.

Filming finally concluded and you leapt for the snacks. All of you helped break down the film equipment and cleaned up the snack table, consolidating the uneaten snacks into a container to carry into the living room. The three of you flopped onto the couch and turned on a drama to relax.

Moonbyul eventually left to grab dinner with Seulgi, leaving you and Yongsun alone. Still somehow on the couch, you absentmindedly played with her hair while her head rested in your lap.

Looking straight ahead at nothing in particular, you blurted, “Hey, do you think I’ll ever be colleague #5?”

“What?” she shot back, confused.

“You know, colleagues #1 – 3 are your members, #4 is your sister, so I’d be #5, right?” you sighed, a twinge of annoyance in your voice. She pushed herself up with her arms, sliding her back to sit up against the side of the couch.

“Do you care that much about not being in my videos?” You turned your head to her with a longing look in your eyes.

“It’s not… just that. Will our relationship always be like this? Why can’t we just be normal?” You huffed as the back of your head hit the couch cushion behind it to stare at the ceiling.

“I think you know by now that my life isn’t normal,” she said calmly.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to her. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry for getting too caught up in that sometimes. I understand that this is what it is,” sounding resigned.

“But hey, we’re in this together,” reaching her hand to cup your face, your eyes landing on hers. “I’ll always be here to remind you that you’re number 1 in my heart,” she said cheekily, anticipating your eye-roll (which you promptly did). “Not colleague – that would be weird,” she spoke hurriedly, words tumbling out of her. You soundlessly chuckled, a smile spreading across your face as a distinct shade of pink spread across hers. Why was she like this? You loved it though - you loved her. Your arms threw themselves around her, resting your head on her shoulder. She reciprocated the gesture, simply enjoying each other’s company.

This was all you needed, right?

[sevlgi]

Moonbyul, looking at Solar: Damn she’s pretty

Wheein: Don’t worry, you’re pretty too!!!

Moonbyul: I’m not jealous, Wheein. I’m gay.