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seobluuu · 2 days ago

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𓂃 ࣪⋆🪞˚ ༘ the replacement game ⋆ 유지민

in which the cold, untouchable heiress to the yu group is used to getting what she wants and never letting anyone see her weaknesses. but when her ex-girlfriend flaunts her new relationship, karina does something reckless: she asks the cute barista from her favorite cafe to pretend to be her new girlfriend.

starring. chaebol!yu jimin x barista!reader

word count. 2.5k

genre. kinda rebound??!reader , fake dating , angst , non idol au , a little bit of fluff

part 1 part 2

the espresso machine hisses like an angry cat as you wipe down the counter. the café's afternoon lull has settled in, sunlight streaming through the windows in lazy golden streaks. you're restocking the cinnamon when the bell chimes with an unusual violence.

karina storms in, her usually perfect appearance disheveled — hair slightly messy, the collar of her black dior blazer crooked. her louboutons click sharply against the tile as she struts towards the counter.

"double espresso. now." her voice sharp.

you raise an eyebrow but say nothing, turning to prepare her usual. the silence stretches, thick with tension. when you slide the cup toward her, you notice her hands are trembling.

"someone woke up on the wrong side of their penthouse this morning," you tease.

karina's dark eyes flash as she flicks up from her phone. "do I pay you to psychoanalyze me?"

"no, you pay me for overpriced caffeine," you counter, nodding to the untouched croissant from her last visit still sitting in the display case. "though apparently not to actually eat anything."

"not hungry," she mutters, taking a sip and immediately wincing. "christ, that's bitter."

you raise an eyebrow. "you order the same thing every time. since when do you care about bitter?"

"my ex is dating someone new," she blurts out.

oh.

you quickly close your mouth before things get too awkward and nod sympathetically.

"ah. how long were you two—"

"four days." she slams the cup down, espresso sloshing over the rim. "it's been four fucking days since we broke up."

the raw pain in her voice makes you pause. you're about to respond when the door chimes again. karina goes rigid, her spine straightening like she's been electrocuted.

"well well, look who's here."

the voice drips with venom. you turn to see a stunning woman in head-to-toe chanel saunter in, arm linked with a gorgeous girl who looks fresh off a runway.

"yuna, this is where jimin drowns her sorrows," soojin announces loudly, stroking her new girlfriend's arm. "the coffee's mediocre but it's... cute, i guess."

karina's fingers tighten around her cup so hard you hear the porcelain creak. you see it then — the moment her heartbreak curdles into something darker, sharper.

an idea sparks in her eyes. before you can react, karina's hand shoots out to grasp yours across the counter, her grip almost painful.

"jagiya," she says suddenly, too loud, her voice dripping with false sweetness, "didn't you say you were off at three?" her thumb strokes your knuckles in a mockery of affection. "let's get out of here."

soojin's perfectly sculpted eyebrows shoot up. "oh how cute. you replaced me already?" she tsks, examining you like a piece of flawed merchandise. "though i'd expected better from you, jimin."

you open your mouth to protest, but karina beats you to it.

"actually," she purrs, leaning into your space until you catch the scent of her expensive perfume — rose and something darker, "we've been seeing each other for weeks." her smile is all sharp edges. "guess i wasn't as broken up about us as you thought."

the lie hangs in the air, thick as the coffee grounds clogging the espresso filter. you should pull away. you should call her out.

but karina’s fingers were shaking, and her eyes — god, her eyes looked so hurt.

soojin's laughter rings hollow. "pathetic." she drags her girlfriend toward the door, tossing over her shoulder, "have fun with your... little barista."

the bell jingles.

silence descends as karina's grip goes slack, her carefully constructed mask crumbling.

"i'm sorry," she mutters, avoiding your eyes. "that was— i shouldn’t have—"

you study her. the smudged mascara she'd tried to fix in haste, the way her bottom lip quivers before she bites it still.

"four days, huh?" you say softly.

karina nods, her throat working. "she was with this girl before we even..." her voice breaks.

a beat of silence passes. then you make your decision.

"well," you sigh, grabbing a pen and scribbling your number on a napkin, "if we're going to sell this, you'll need to actually take me out." you slide it toward her. "dinner. tomorrow. and you're paying."

karina stares at the napkin like it might bite her. when she finally looks up, there's something like hope warring with the hurt in her dark eyes.

"eight o'clock," she says, her voice regaining some of its usual steel. "don't be late."

as she strides out, you realize two things:

one, you've just agreed to the worst idea in dating history.

two, the way your heart races when she smiles at you — really smiles — is going to be a problem.

the bell chimes again as the door closes, leaving you alone with the bitter aftertaste of coffee and the sinking feeling you've just made a deal with the karina yu.

you stand in front of your closet for forty five minutes, which is ridiculous.

it isn’t a real date. karina is just using you to make her ex jealous.

yet here you are, holding up your only nice dress, wondering if the black one makes you look too serious.

a car horn blares outside.

you peek through the curtains — a sleek black town car idles at the curb, its windows tinted so dark you can’t see inside. your stomach flips.

the intercom buzzes.

"are you coming down," karina’s voice crackles through the speaker, "or should i send the driver up to drag you out?"

you roll your eyes but grab your jacket, taking one last look in the mirror and adjusting the neckline of your dress for the twentieth time.

karina leans against the car door when you step outside, dressed in a fitted black dress that probably costs more than your rent. her hair is perfectly styled again, her lips painted that same dangerous red. back to her untouchable self.

except — her fingers tap nervously against her thigh.

"you’re late," she says.

you check your phone. "it’s 7:59."

"exactly." she opens the car door. "get in."

the interior smells like leather and her perfume. you slide onto the seat, hyper-aware of how close she is.

karina eyes your outfit — the dark green dress you’ve finally picked, the boots you’ve shined just for this.

"you look…" she pauses. "nice."

you raise an eyebrow. "nice? that’s all?"

a smirk tugs at her lips. "don’t push your luck."

the restaurant is the kind of place you've only seen in movies — crystal chandeliers, waiters in tuxedos, tables so far apart they afford complete privacy. your platforms sink into the plush carpet as the waiter leads you both to a secluded corner table with a view of the city lights.

karina orders for both of you without asking.

"you’re bossy," you mutter.

she sips her wine. "you’ll live."

the food comes in tiny, artistic portions that somehow fill you up.

between courses, karina surprises you by actually asking questions — about your job, your family, even your stupid obsession with that baking competition show. the more she drinks, the softer her edges become. you catch her smiling at one of your dumb jokes, her cold facade cracking to reveal someone warm and quick-witted beneath.

halfway through dinner, your phone buzzes.

a text from your coworker:

jiheon dude. soojin just walked into the cafe asking where you were she looks PISSED 19:34

you show karina. her grip on her fork tightens.

"perfect," she says, too calm.

you frown. "you knew she’d go there?"

karina doesn’t answer. just flags down the waiter. "we’ll take dessert to go."

the car ride back was quiet.

when you pull up to your apartment, karina finally speaks.

"tomorrow. lunch at the hotel by her office." she won’t look at you. "she eats there every friday."

you cross your arms. "so this is just a game to you?"

karina’s jaw clenches. "you knew what this was."

"yeah. i did." you reach for the door handle. "but you could at least pretend i’m a person and not just a prop."

her head snaps up. for a second, she looks genuinely startled. then —

"i’m sorry." the words come out quiet, rough. "i… don’t do this often."

you pause. "do what?"

"any of it." she finally meets your eyes. "thank you. for tonight."

the sincerity throws you off balance.

karina reaches into her purse and pulls out a small box. "here."

inside is a delicate rose gold bracelet.

"too much?" she asks when you don’t speak.

you snort. "a little." but you put it on anyway.

karina smiles — a real one, small and unsure. it makes her look younger. softer.

"tomorrow," she says. "noon."

you get out of the car, but before you can walk away, she rolls down the window.

"wear the bracelet," she calls. then, quieter: "it looks good on you."

as the car pulls away, leaving you standing on the sidewalk, tracing the cool metal at your wrist. the bracelet is real. the dinner had been real. the way your heart raced when she smiled at you — that was terrifyingly real.

the bathroom lights at the grand hyatt are too bright, bouncing off the polished marble surfaces until everything feels too much, too exposed. you lean against the cool counter, adjusting the rose gold bracelet around your wrist — the one karina gave you last night. the tiny blue stones catch the light as you turn your wrist, sparkling like fragments of a secret.

the door swings open without warning.

soojin's reflection appears beside you in the mirror, her designer heels clicking sharply against the tile, her crimson lips curling into a smirk.

"that's a pretty bracelet," she muses, her voice dripping with false sweetness. she reaches out before you can react, her manicured fingers tracing the delicate silver chain. "jimin always did have good taste."

you force yourself to stay still, to not pull away. "it was a gift."

soojin's dark eyes flick up to meet yours in the mirror. her smile is all teeth. "of course it was. she gave me one just like it, you know." her nail taps against the largest diamond. "right before she got bored."

the words land like a punch to the gut, but you refuse to let it show. "wow," you deadpan, turning on the faucet just to have something to do with your hands. "how original of her."

soojin's smirk falters for just a second before she recovers. "i'm just trying to help you, sweetheart. jimin doesn't do real relationships." she leans closer, her perfume overwhelming your senses. "she'll toss you aside the second this little game of hers stops being—"

the door bursts open with enough force to make both of you jump.

karina stands framed in the doorway, her black dress a stark contrast against the bright bathroom. her chest rises and falls rapidly, like she ran here. her dark eyes dart between you and soojin, and something dangerous flashes across her face.

"am i interrupting?" her voice is low, controlled.

soojin straightens, smoothing her already perfect hair. "just having a little chat with your… what was it again? girlfriend?" she scoffs. "please."

karina steps forward, her heels echoing sharply in the tiled room. she doesn't break eye contact with soojin as she reaches for your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours. they're warm and slightly trembling.

"yes," karina says, the word final. "my girlfriend. and we're leaving."

she pulls you out before soojin can respond, her grip almost painfully tight as she leads you through the restaurant. the other diners' curious glances burn against your skin as you hurry past.

"jimin—" you start, using her real name without thinking.

she freezes midstep, her shoulders tensing. when she turns, her expression is unreadable. "you've never called me that before."

the valet brings the car around. karina doesn't let go of your hand until you're both inside, the door shutting with a quiet thud that feels too loud in the sudden silence.

the divider between you and the driver is up, sealing you in your own private world. the city lights streak past the tinted windows as the car pulls away, turning everything outside into a blur of color.

karina sits stiffly beside you, her fingers twisting the rings on her left hand — a nervous habit you've started to notice.

"whatever she told you," she finally says, her voice rough, "it's bullshit."

you study her profile in the dim light — the sharp line of her jaw, the way her long lashes cast shadows on her cheeks. "you don't owe me an explanation," you say softly. "this is fake, remember?"

karina turns then, her dark eyes searching yours. there's something raw in her gaze, something vulnerable that makes your breath catch. "is it?"

the question hangs between you, fragile and terrifying.

the car pulls up to your apartment building. neither of you moves.

karina exhales sharply through her nose. "i should go."

"yeah," you agree, but make no move to leave.

she doesn't call the driver. doesn't tell him to leave.

your fingers find the bracelet again, the metal warm from your skin.

"stay," you whisper before you can stop yourself.

karina stills. for a long moment, the only sound is the quiet hum of the car's engine.

"okay."

the word is so quiet you almost miss it.

she murmurs something to the driver, who nods and steps out of the car, giving you privacy. the streetlights outside flicker through the windows, painting karina's face in alternating gold and shadow.

"call me jimin," she whispers. "when it's just us… call me jimin."

the moment stretches, suspended in the quiet darkness of the car. karina jimin has never looked at you like this before. her dark eyes are unguarded, vulnerable in a way that makes your chest ache. her fingertips hover just inches from your cheek, trembling slightly, as if she’s afraid to bridge that final distance.

you don’t let her hesitate.

slowly, deliberately, you tilt your face into her palm.

the second your skin meets hers, she inhales sharply, her breath hitching. her touch is warm, her fingers smooth against your cheek —but there’s a rawness to the way she holds you, like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she presses too hard.

her thumb brushes the curve of your cheekbone, feather-light. "you’re real," she murmurs, more to herself than to you.

you lean further into her hand, your eyes fluttering shut for just a second. "yeah," you whisper. "i am."

something in her expression fractures.

and then, she kisses you.

it’s not gentle. it’s not sweet. it’s desperate, like she’s been holding her breath for years and only now remembers how to breathe. her fingers slide into your hair, cradling the back of your head as she pulls you closer. you taste the wine from dinner on her lips, the faintest hint of something bitter underneath — regret, maybe, or fear.

when she finally pulls back, her breathing is uneven. her forehead rests against yours, her eyes still closed.

"tell me this is real," she whispers.

your fingers find the collar of her dress, gripping the fabric like an anchor. "it’s real."

she exhales, long and shaky, before kissing you again.

seobluuu speaks 💬 lowk didnt realize this all happened within 2 days until i finished but let's just assume they went on more dates between the bracelet scene nd the soojin bathroom scene... i wrote this with a part 2 (maybe 3 as well) in mind so dont worry :ppp ok maybe worry since i'll take forever to upload the next part but u get what i mean 🥀

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uchuhzini · 2 days ago

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Law of Uchinaga

Synopsis: At SM University, Y/N Yoo, a brilliant law student, navigates love and loyalty with her girlfriend, the band’s possessive rapper and guitarist, Giselle. In the world of rock and romance, the Law of Uchinaga reigns supreme, where love, trust, and a touch of dominance collide.

Pairing: Aespa Giselle Uchinaga x Yoo Reader!

Warning: Possessiveness, Anger Issues, anf Aggressiveness. MINOR DNI! Aespa is not idol here.

WC: 1.6k

In the center of Seoul, SM University was alive with the energy of youth, ambition, and dreams. Among its enormous campus, a rock band called aespa had established a reputation that rang through lecture halls and dorm rooms. Aespa, composed of four strongly gifted college students, Karina, Giselle, Winter, and Ningning was the talk of campus, with electrifying performances drawing crowds that matched the university's major events. But this isn't just about the band, it's about Y/N Yoo, Karina's younger sister, a law student balancing love, loyalty, and the craziness of college life with her partner, Giselle, the band's mysterious rapper.

Y/N Yoo was not a typical student. With her brilliant mind and dazzling attractiveness, she stood out in SM University's tough law department. Her classmates loved her sharp wit in discussions and her ability to enchant anyone with a smile. But her heart belonged to Giselle, aespa's charismatic and slightly possessive gutarist and rapper, whose presence on stage was just as dominant as it was in Y/N's life. Giselle, with her jet-black hair, piercing stare, and resonating voice, was a campus icon in her own right. They were a power couple: gorgeous, bright, and undoubtedly well-known among their peers.

On a bright autumn evening, aespa entered the stage at SM University's annual Battle of the Bands. The outdoor venue was full, and the air was thick with anticipation. Karina strummed the first chords on her bass guitar, Winter's drums started in with a relentless pace, Ningning's bassline pulsed through the audience, and Giselle's electric guitar and rap rhymes cut through the sound like a razor. The performance was beautiful, their chemistry explosive, but Giselle's gaze kept drifting to the front row, looking for one face that wasn't there... Y/N's.

Y/N promised to be there, cheering louder than anybody else, yet her place was empty. Giselle's heart sunk with each glimpse, her irritation bubbling beneath her calm appearance. Giselle's mood had soured by the time aespa's set ended to deafening applause. Backstage, as the band packed away their equipment, Karina spotted the storm developing in Giselle's eyes.

“Hey, Gi, you okay?” Karina asked, slinging her guitar case over her shoulder. As Y/N’s older sister, she had a sixth sense for when things were off between her sister and Giselle.

“She wasn’t there,” Giselle muttered, her voice low and edged with frustration. “Y/N said she’d come, and she didn’t.”

Winter, wiping sweat from her brow, chimed in. “Maybe she got caught up with a law assignment? You know how intense her program is.”

“Yeah, or maybe she’s just studying too hard,” Ningning added, trying to lighten the mood. “Y/N’s basically a legal genius. She’s probably buried in case law right now.”

But Giselle wasn’t having it. “She could’ve texted. Or called. Anything.” Her tone was sharp, her possessiveness creeping through. Y/N was her anchor, her biggest supporter, and missing a gig felt like a betrayal, no matter how small.

Karina placed a hand on Giselle’s shoulder. “Look, Y/N’s my sister, and I know she wouldn’t skip out without a reason. Give her a chance to explain, okay? Don’t go all ‘dominant mode’ on her yet.”

Giselle rolled her eyes but nodded, though her irritation lingered. “Fine. But she better have a good excuse.”

Later that night, Giselle returned to her off-campus apartment, which was pleasant and filled with vinyl records, band posters, and the subtle aroma of jasmine from a candle Y/N had given her. She fell onto the couch and took out her phone to call Y/N. The line rang and rang, but no one answered. She tried again, and nothing happened. A third time, voicemail. Her annoyance turned into something more intense, a combination of fear and frustration. "Where in the hell is she?" She murmured to herself while pacing the living room.

A knock on the door interrupted her plans to send a flurry of texts. Giselle's heart skipped, her annoyance temporarily overpowered by curiosity. She swung the door open, and there stood Y/N, her hair slightly ruffled from the cold night air, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes filled with nervous excitement. Giselle grabbed Y/N's wrist and pulled her inside, closing the door with a slam before she could grasp the relief that was flooding her.

“Where have you been?” Giselle demanded, her voice low and intense, her dominant side taking over. “You didn’t show up to the gig, Y/N. You promised you’d be there, and then you ghost me? No calls, no texts, nothing!”

Y/N’s eyes widened, caught off guard by Giselle’s intensity. “Giselle, wait—”

“Wait for what?” Giselle stepped closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You know how much tonight meant to me. To us. And you just… weren’t there.”

“Giselle, please, just listen—” Y/N tried again, her voice soft but firm.

But Giselle was too wound up, her emotions spiraling. “Do you know how it felt, looking out at the crowd and not seeing you? I was counting on you, Y/N.”

Y/N took a deep breath, her expression shifting from apologetic to determined. “Giselle, hold on. I need to show you something.” Without waiting for a response, she darted back toward the door.

Giselle’s frustration boiled over. “Y/N, what the hell? Where are you going now?” she called, her voice echoing through the apartment as she followed Y/N to the door.

Y/N did not respond, sliding out into the chilly night. Giselle stood in the doorway, arms crossed, her mind racing with rage and disbelief. She was ready to yell at Y/N again when her girlfriend came, clutching a sleek black cat carrier. Inside, lying on a soft blanket, was a white Persian cat with beautiful blue eyes, its fluffy fur gleaming in the apartment's dim lighting. Giselle stopped her breath caught in her throat.

“This,” Y/N said, a sheepish smile breaking across her face, “is why I missed the gig.”

Giselle's gaze was drawn to the cat, her dream cat, which she had been fantasizing about for months after seeing a similar one in a pet store window. Her frustration faded, and she felt a warm sensation spread across her chest instead. “Y/N… is that…?”

Y/N nodded, setting the carrier on the coffee table and opening it to let the cat peek out. “I’m so sorry I missed the gig, baby. I wanted to be there, I swear. But I got a call this morning from a breeder in Daegu. They had a white Persian with blue eyes, just like you’ve always wanted. I had to go pick her up today, or someone else would’ve taken her. My phone died on the way back, and I couldn’t charge it until I got here. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Giselle’s expression softened completely, her earlier anger forgotten. She stepped closer, her eyes flicking between Y/N and the cat, who was now stretching lazily in the carrier. “You went all the way to Daegu… for me?”

“Of course I did,” Y/N said, her voice gentle. “I know how much you wanted this. I wanted to surprise you, but I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m really sorry, Gi.”

Giselle did not answer with words. Instead, she carefully laid the carrier aside, taking measured steps, and went to Y/N. In one fast gesture, she drew Y/N into her arms, her lips crashing into Y/N's in a kiss that was both repentance and gratitude. It was heated, powerful, and full of all the emotions Giselle had been holding back, frustration, love, and release. Y/N sank into the kiss, her hands finding Giselle's waist as they drew closer and the world around them faded.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless, Giselle rested her forehead against Y/N’s. “I’m sorry too,” she murmured, her voice soft now, all traces of her earlier dominance gone. “I shouldn’t have gotten so mad. I just… I missed you there. But this, this is incredible. Thank you, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Giselle’s face. “You’re welcome. I’d do anything for you, you know that.”

Giselle chuckled, her eyes sparkling as she glanced at the cat, who was now exploring the couch with a regal air. “What’s her name?”

“I thought you should name her,” Y/N said, leaning into Giselle’s side. “She’s yours, after all.”

Giselle thought for a moment, her gaze softening as she watched the cat. “How about… Luna? She looks like a little moon with those eyes.”

“Luna’s perfect,” Y/N agreed, her smile widening.

The rest of the evening was spent in a blur of laughing and warmth. Giselle and Y/N cuddled up on the couch, with Luna nestled between them, purring happily. Giselle's earlier irritation seemed like a distant memory, replaced by an intense appreciation for the girl alongside her. Y/N, for her part, was just delighted to see Giselle's smile return, and her heart was content knowing she had fulfilled her girlfriend's goal.

As the night grew late, Karina texted Y/N to check in, having heard from Winter about the missed gig. “Everything okay with you and Gi?” her message read.

Y/N glanced at Giselle, who was now cooing at Luna, and typed back, “Better than okay. We’re good.”

Karina’s reply was quick: “Good. Tell her to chill next time. And tell me about this cat I’m hearing about!”

Y/N laughed softly, showing the message to Giselle, who rolled her eyes but grinned. “Your sister’s gonna love Luna,” she said, pulling Y/N closer.

“She’s not the only one,” Y/N teased, kissing Giselle’s cheek.

In that moment, surrounded by the gentle glow of the apartment and Luna's calm purring, Y/N and Giselle felt like they were precisely where they needed to be. The Law of Uchinaga, Giselle's unspoken rule of devotion, love, and a hint of possessiveness, had been tested, but it stood firm, grounded by a bond that could withstand any storm, including a missed gig and a dead phone battery.

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