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[knightyoomyoui]

Adore You

w/ Red Velvet's Bae Joohyun "Irene" x Male Reader

TYPE: Fluff, Light Angst

WORD COUNT: 6993

NOTE: First time writing a Red Velvet oneshot! Hope yall enjoyed it, especially you, Hijack! Thanks for ordering again! Also, giving a special credit as well to Hijack himself for providing some assistance on some of the dialogues here in Act 4 and 5. ORDERED BY: @hijack711

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In a small town of Gangwon Province, a car was seen crossing through the narrow road surrounded by green fields. It parked in front of a house, the driver stepped out to greet the surroundings of her new place to stay.

Draped in baggy gray sweatpants, simple white t-shirt and comfy matching rubber shoes, the driver which was revealed to be a woman with long straight hair and breathtaking beauty locked the door and stood in front of the said house. Observing her new personal space, a sigh of relief and contented smile formed in her lips.

The landlady, who previously owes the property, popped up from the other side to greet the young lady. “Good morning, maam! Welcome to Gangwon, glad that we finally met. I’m Jiwoo.”

“I’m Irene.”

“Shall i introduce you to your new house? It’s great that you came in time.”

“I guess I could say I’m excited to live here.” Irene formed a soft smile. “I’ve been longing for a fresh new start again, and today’s the day. Can’t let anything go to waste.”

“If that’s so then let’s proceed immediately and get the papers done. We both do have a lot more things to do after this.” Jiwoo searches from her keychain to pick the right key and inserted it on the gate to unlock.

She opened and initiated to welcome Irene. As she was brought to every area of the house to see it for herself along with its details, her mind is focused on what things she’s planning to do here now that she’s about to settle for good in this place that hopefully she could considered as the perfect destination for peace.

She wants to become comfortable and get used living here, that’s why she would do a lot of efforts just so it could help her get distracted and moved on from everything she left behind from where she came from. This is important for Irene, when she said that she’s going to live the life she always dreamt of, she meant that and now that she’s all alone away from everything she wants to avoid, nobody can stop her from finally build the bubble she wants to put herself in.

A slight amount of senses were spared to concentrate still on the landlady’s thoughtful assist to prevent disrespect on her part, she listened through everything she said. As of her mind was multitasking both regarding about her priorities currently.

“Doesn’t all you’ve seen makes you regret?” The landlady requested for assurance.

“Not at all. This is exactly what I wanted. All I ever care is to have myself a place to stay and be happy, you know what I mean.”

“That’s the spirit. I like your positive intuitions, Irene-ssi.” Jiwoo cheered on her. “About the papers, you can sign it here with your name to make ourselves a deal.”

Irene didn’t wasted no more time to sign the contract. She also handed a bag full of money to Jiwoo for payment. “Just being fair and true to my words.”

“Thank you much again, Irene-ssi. Hey, if you ever need anything to help you discover more about this place to make yourselves one of us, feel free to come onto me anytime.” Jiwoo said. “My house is just houses away from you!”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Jiwoo unnie.” Irene bowed along with her and they bid goodbyes from one another, leaving herself alone.

Giving another roaming sight around the interior, it motivates Irene more to visualize what she plans about any of these she wanted to happen here.

“Let’s do well in our new home, self. Fighting!” She raises her fist to support herself and boost her anticipation for upcoming success she wants to achieve in here.

The next few days, Irene had her house almost rearranged with the return of her belongings and furniture from her previous place thanks to the kind carriers who helped her set everything back up. She also started to greet some new neighbors and get introduced by Jiwoo.

The connection she had with the friendly landlady has what led her search for a vacant space to become easier. With just few discussions, she already claimed the space officially hers and when she was asked what business she has in mind that made her purchase this: “I always wanted to build my own flower shop.” Irene answered in which the respondents agreed to her decision as it does seem like a perfect fitting to their rural community that provides lots of plants.

Having new friends to speed up Irene’s establishing of her new flower shop, it didn’t became a bothersome to look for various flowers to choose and buy with the intention to sell it to others by her own. The deliveries would be out by no time, it’s up for Irene to give them the go signal of when it would be.

As for the empty space she already have, it would be unacceptable and plain if she won’t put decoration and other changes to transform a single room into a legit shop. To lessen the struggle of searching to the outer cities, thankfully Jiwoo and the other neighbors knew someone who can help Irene in her business’ concern.

While she was cleaning the house, she heard her doorbell rang and a few knocks on the door. Irene paused her task and went outside.

Opening the gate, she found a man standing in front of her wearing just simplest outfit in a cap on his head while carrying a tool box and extra pockets for other acessories. As she met his face, she found him smiling at her as brighter as the sun this morning and somehow it got her in awe just by looking at it.

“Hello, miss. May I ask if you are Bae Irene?” The man spoke.

“Yes, you’re talking to her right now. Perhaps you must be…”

“Ah yes, I learned that you were looking for a carpenter to help create your shop. Allow me to introduce myself, I’m YN LN, the carpenter who can help you with that.” He offered his hand to her and she accepted.

She felt his touch and the firmness of his grip as she stares at him with a welcoming grin. “Thanks for accepting my request, Mr. LN.”

“No worries, it’s my job anyway.” He shook it off sheepishly. “So uhm, I am ready to begin my service today, can you show me where your shop will be?”

“Yeah, sure. Just one moment.” She excused herself as she rest her house’s electricity to leave and guide YN on the way to their designated location.

ACT 2

They reached the area that Irene was mentioning. It’s scroll gate was closed and no more sign that says “FOR SALE” like the past few days.

“So uhm here’s where I want to open it.” Irene presented the soon-to-be flower shop to YN who looked at her before turning his attention to the sealed space. “Not too much, right?”

“Yeah but it won’t be a bothersome if I work on to larger ones. Handled some before.” YN said. “But hey, this is a nice spot to have it.”

“Really? That’s nice to know.” Irene calmly replied. “I was actually hoping that there’s people who will come by, I mean… selling plants not be that much entertaining to be a go-to place at when you go shopping but… I want to make it different, you know. Changing the ideology of that.” She added.

“Point taken, but you can leave it to me on that if that’s your goal. I’ll help you turn your shop become eye-capturing not just from your products but with its aesthetic as well.” You assured. “I suppose you have an idea on how to make this place look what it should be. Just say it and I can make it possible.”, he patted his toolbox to refer at.

“You do seem pretty convincing and confident with your skill, Mr. LN.” Irene said in her amazed tone. “Is that why you’re popular around here?”

“Ahh that, I don’t know, maybe?” his contagious chuckle affected Irene as well. “I would rather just say that I can rely on my 20+ years of my experience doing carpentry and from how my previous clients all through those times were satisfied at the outcome I provide them, not that I’m forcing you to expect too high on me but your trust would be enough.”

“Let’s see if the rumors are true then.” Irene bounced her eyelids with an anticipating smirk. “Hold on, let me show you inside. It’ll be empty obviously but yeah…”

“To visualize what I can do with it, I get it.” YN understood the point. They both looked at each other and Irene nodded with a smile before she hesitantly went away.

She rolled out the gate and opened the glass door, which allowed YN to roam his eyes around on the inside. Irene was doing the talking as she was given permission to speak about the plan she has in mind on how to transform such boring, small, lifeless room into a vibrant, captivating, and cozy atmosphere that compliments the flowers she will stock in here for selling soon.

YN was directed by Irene around and through his head he compliments how creative her imagination was to turn this place around, something he hasn’t encountered to a person for quite a long time. Most of the works he did was done mostly through his own idea just to construct something beautiful, but with Irene, it’s beginning to make him feel that he’s going to have fun and won’t dire out himself on finishing this new task in production.

“That’s all I can give for my dream shop. About your materials by the way, as part of my token of appreciation, you can tell me what materials you will need for designing this room and I’ll cover all of those.”

“Wait, seriously?” YN was dumbfounded. “A-ahh, you don;t n-need to if it’ll cost your money to be spent more, I don’t like that my service should demand much costly price in return. You can just focus on your stocks to fill up your shop, I’m good.”

“Are you sure, Mr. LN? I have no problem with it, like I said it’s a way of saying thank you for your help.” Irene tries to contemplate him.

“It’s fine, actually you helped me already. This is another income for me and I have something to do again with myself being a carpenter.” YN confirmed. “I already have my own source to grab some materials I’ll need to build every detail you’ve told me.”

“If that’s the case then, I don’t want to force myself too much.” Irene embarrassingly laughs. “Thank you again for this, Mr. LN.”

“You’re welcome.” He bowed after in respect.

They exit the shop and Irene closes its doors and gate again. Before they separate ways, YN announces that he’ll start going to that source he’s mentioning and most likely will begin the construction tomorrow. Irene took note of that and both were now looking forward to the progress of the ongoing project they’re both invested in.

The following days, each changes that were being applied to the walls through every corner was evident to both YN and Irene, and it makes them amused to notice how everything is going smooth. What makes these even more interesting for Irene is that she could only watch YN do these all by himself, remembering the first day of his visit to the shop with the materials he need that she thought there’s more men incoming to assist YN in the construction but to her surprise, YN said there’s no one and it’ll be him who will do all the work.

Sensing that it had the lady speechless due to concern, YN ease down Irene by trying to persuade her that he’s been doing this for a long time and not once he complained about it because he prefers to work alone. He knows what he’s doing and as much as he is willing to teach and instruct other men to help him, atleast he won’t be going around to multitask of observing their task when he could just completely finish it all off by his own.

The impressive skills and talent of YN has gotten into Irene slowly by slowly. Not only that, during his busy days of renovating her store, she also discovered more of YN’s down to earth personality. A positive, humble, and sociable person was all she can describe while having a conversation with him through the breaks, which probably what makes it more enjoyable other than how much she provides him snacks to recharge his energy.

In some of the topics they’ve had, love talk was part of those that slipped in to their curiosities. It wasn’t suspicious for them at first, that’s why they’re able to answer it straightforwardly, although YN’s has richer information. Both of them admitted they are currently single but what caught Irene’s interest more is his reason.

It wasn’t because he doesn’t want to be involved in relationship these days, it’s rather due to the feeling of having personal incapability to win a woman’s heart because of things that what makes about him. Despite his proudness of doing this occupation for decades, YN reinstates that at the same it makes him insecure that being like this may not be that attractive to women to consider a guy like him, as he is aware of the stereotypical truth that they include carpentry as one of the less-demand jobs and it makes him afraid that once the girls learned it about him, they’ll reject him with the possibility that he might not be able to support them financially. Sadly, he couldn’t deny that idea.

YN also mentioned that as of now he currently lives along with the mastermind that pushes him to accept that flower shop construction offer because of her love with flowers: his sister who is now married and have two kids at home.

Those along with his job are what gives him responsibility and purpose still in his personal life aside from being unsuccessful in love. As Irene listened through all of that, she couldn’t help but to feel sorry for YN and she hopes it didn’t destroyed his self-esteem about his appearance because it’s a shame that even through all he said, his looks were undeniable enough to attract someone else.

Furthermore, it frustrates Irene that there are women who thinks lowly immediately of his background which proves that they only care about the looks. She could only hope that he finds someone who will value him in everything, and if its her who can do that then she’ll do what must be done for a good guy like him.

Irene’s eyes widened, confusion formed in her forehead. She was weirded out how her thoughts ended up in that way. Imagining herself volunteering to be the perfect one for YN was out of nowhere, but unsure if she can call it unexpected. After all, she already find him cute in the first place the first time her eyes landed at YN.

Disregarding how random it was, she just focused on comforting YN with kind words that speaks out on behalf of her reactions and hearing all of that had YN boost his confidence within himself. He thanked Irene for being honest to him and added that he was touched.

Both of them weren’t aware with each other that the silence and the glances they stole from each other after that heartwarming moment was the emergence of something deeper between the bond they’ve shared everyday. Their respective emotions that they keep within themselves after listening to their sides is what perturbedly urges them to do the right thing with use of their heart and minds functioning solely for one another.

ACT 3

Irene kept on enjoying YN’s presence looming around her shops while proceedingly applying more furnitures that would aid her to organize the plants neatly for the visitors to see. It grew a relief on her tah both of them had the courage and the ability to interact well with one another because if the opportunity is wasted, Irene could only hope that the construction goes slow to keep him near.

That alone is what Irene begun to distinguish her expanding interest about him, that she could be willing to set aside her priority just to have more time with him. The more they talk together, Irene’s satisfaction goes to the top, although a bit challenging that she had to contain herself from bliss of sharing these types of simple moments with you.

She was now indeed falling in love with him, she confirmed silently while she gets on to watch him focusedly hammering a wood for another level on the shelf. Her eyes shimmers at the sight of his attractive looks, having her in amazement and confusion of how could you just do a simplest thing and effortlessly show your handsome features.

But then, her smile faltered when the thought of a chance to confess had her recalling some specific choice of words that he told a week ago. Something she has now been wondering to herself if she can be the one that he actually sees from her.

She could be honest about her true feelings for him, but what about everything about her once a miracle happened? Yes, she claim that YN receiving and returning her confession would feel surreal for her because that one darkest secret she has been hiding from is still a what-if to her on how he would react once he finds out the truth.

As much as she wanted to be loved back, she has suffered enough from her bitter past that manipulated her to only be concerned with the negative consequences of her personal decision. Now that she’s attracted to this one guy in the new town she moved in, it became a hindrance for her if she would truly tell someday about her admiration to him.

“Irene?” His voice snapped her out of trance, rapidly blinking then gets to contact with YN’s puzzled appearance. “You okay? You seem to be thinking deeply about something.”

“Ahh yeah, I’m fine don’t worry. Sorry, was I out of my senses that much?”

“Mmhmm, you were staring on the floor for like almost half a minute.” He nodded. “Care to share what’s disturbing you?”

Irene looked at his face and again, the mix of embarrassment, fear, and sadness crept up in her heart. She shook her head in denial, “It’s just nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, but if you need any help, I can offer some assistance if you want. Just come by and pour out everything you’ve been storing inside.” He reminded her.

“Nah, YN you’ve already helped too much. I don’t want you to include you as well to fix my life.”

“But I want to, and I think you need it.” YN replied. Irene stared at him as she felt the seriousness to his words. “To be honest, I don’t know but… you haven’t told me anything yet I just feel like there’s something wrong that you’ve been keeping to yourself, and that’s not good at all Irene.” She kept on listening.

“We can’t heal if we don’t speak it out loud. Don’t be afraid to share it to me, I’m willing to lessen the burden that you feel if I had to because I want to keep this friendship of us going and, you know… better.” He declared.

“I can see through people if they’ve gone through a lot. It’s either in their eyes, their smiles, and how they act.”

“Wow, when did you learn to become very observative?”

“It’s already in my nature.” He shrugged. “Maybe because I care too much.” A grin formed in his face which made Irene’s heart palpitate. His closer profile and the way of his words just made her forgot all her concerns and focus only to that one necessary thing that matters to her right now.

It was day off for YN which paused the ongoing progress of the shops reconstruction. Irene decided to treat him after she cooked her favorite meal.

She followed the address that YN gave him. Through every turns and straight driving across the roads of this small town, the direction led her to stop and reach this particular two storey pleasantly looking house that had a yard inside.

She knocked on the gate while holding the aluminum tray of food. The metal clang as the door opens, YN wasn’t the one who greeted but rather, a woman who looks almost identical to him but with feminine features.

“Hello, is YN there?”

“You must be what my brother is telling about, a girlfriend.” She teased.

“E-eh?”

“HAHAHAHA just kidding, she didn’t said that. But I won’t mind if you end up to be.” She winked and clicked her tongue. “Anyway, hello! What brought you here? Do you wanna see my brother that much huh?”

“A-ahh… n-no, I just… want to give him something.” She handed the tray. “It’s a food that I cooked, please be careful, it’s hot.”

“Ooohhh this smells delicious! But sadly, he wasn’t here yet, he went out for some errands to do.” She explained which made Irene shocked. “Would you want to wait for him? You can come inside if you wan!”

“It’s okay?”

“Yeah, we accept visitors always. And now that you’re our new neighbor and my brother’s… ahihihi” She giggled in fluster which had Irene heating up with her blushes. “You’re very welcome to come here often.”

YN’s sister gave a way to her, and she accepted the invitation. She stepped inside and viewed the appearance of their cozy home. “Come on, have your way!”

As she entered their house, two kids that are sitting in the living room greeted her eyes. These must be the children of his sister that YN referred to her.

“Thank you so much for your thoughtfulness of my brother. I’m sure he will love this food from you.”

“You can try it if you want, I made it more than one servings anyway.”

“Wait, you serious?”

“Yes. Please, have a taste if you want.” Irene kindly smiled.

“Who am I reject? Oh I’m going for a bit already.” She joked before grabbing a plate. “How about we go there in the couch and talk shortly while we wait for my brother to arrive?”

“Sure, I appreciate it.”

“By the way, I haven’t introduced myself yet, I’m Joy.” She offered her hand. Her name does compliment her bright personality.

“I’m Irene.”

They went to the couch and sat. Her kids instantly went beside her and begged to taste her food on the plate. “Can I just say something real quick, I’m so stunned at how pretty you are. I didn’t even know that my brother befriended such an original visual.”

Irene is getting fluttered with Joy’s sweet comments. “Thank you, I don’t mean to brag but I do hear it often from others.”

“Keep on bragging, come on! You are pretty, and it wasn’t a lie. If I have a face like yours, I would be a K-Pop idol right now or what, be popular and attack every ones hearts with my gorgeous visuals. Do you have any talent?”

“I can sing.”

“See! Perfect for you!” Joy was amused.

“I don’t see that you’ll be needing mine, unnie. You’re beautiful as well.”

“Aish, you! Oh. I haven’t heard anyone saying that other than my husband. You understand the assignment, babe!” She gestured a blowing kiss. “Thank God you and my brother are different, I can’t stand that idiot’s arrogance. Always making me a target of his antics, do you know he rather calls me a retard?”

“Uhh… I really don’t expect that he does that.”

“Hah! He got you fooled as well, isn’t he? My brother is a moron, that’s what he is. Now you know, and you’ll be thanking me much once you get to be closer with him a lot more and you started to notice how goofy he is.”

Both of them laughed with the repeated roasts about YN behind his back, until it lowered and Joy sighed in delight before looking back at Irene. “No, but seriously speaking. I love my brother so much. Was he the first person you get to be close with after you moved here?”

“Yes.”

“Great, you got to come across with a great person like YN. Believe me, with every help and sacrifice he gave for me, I wouldn’t be here right now living peacefully with my two kids here. He’s the reason why I’m so grateful to have this life right now despite of the problems I’ve been into, he’s always right there by my side.

And I know it’ll be the same for his friends like you. Do you know that out of all the people he meet around here, you were the only one that became successful to have him repeatedly mention you everytime he comes at home after working at your shop, that’s when I knew that you are a wonderful person and looking at you up close, I never doubted him.

I don’t want to be too emotional with this but… please know that you have to trust my brother. He has it all, I swear. Consider yourself lucky already that you meet a man like him, because he won’t hesitate to cheer you up, assist you when you need it, and most importantly… to accept you with open arms.”

Joy’s speech made Irene froze as every words struck into her, relatable and convincing it sounded. Her times with YN had her revisiting and not a single information that Joy used to describe her beloved brother was a lie. She saw it all and it seems that it wasn’t the entirety of it yet.

The desire to discover more of him is pushing her again to do it. Her thought were interrupted when they heard the gate close.

As she turned her head around and stood up, YN appeared on the door frame. Both of them saw each other, their mouth gaped slightly at the surprise of seeing themselves in a new place, before their reactions displayed an uplifted grin.

“I-Irene? What brings you here?”

“Just wanted to see you.” She answered shortly which made his chest heavy in overwhelm.

ACT 4

YN stayed up until night at Irene’s shop, eager to replenish the remaining sections of the shop in his last day of helping for the construction. It was bittersweet for Irene, she knew the outcome of what her shop is finally going to be would be exciting but the realization that it would be his final day of his daily stay in her property had her put into a gloomy mood as well.

She didn’t want to disrespect YN’s dedication in his work, she could only show and project his bright demeanor as he is just as thrilled as she is for the finishing touch of the flower shop’s design. Her mixed emotions would then return when he turns his back around and return on his work.

The words that came from this two siblings were now helping her to contemplate about the decision she’s going to make. How she received the message of their advice were battling for dominance to see what’s going to motivate Irene to conclude the heaviness of thoughts and feelings she’s carrying for this man.

She closed her eyes as she stepped out of the room to get some air, seething the calmness and serene environment to help her focus what is it going to be. There, she slow understood that to ensure that she’s going to pick the right thing, she had to be fully committed to it without any regrets, not even a sign of negativity.

Then she reflected back on her past, she had a lot of worst scenarios to encounter and endure because of the truth that she is gay and now transitioned into a transgender woman from her parents, neighbors, old friends, etc. It was hard for her to make them explain this new version of her and to rebuild that connection they once had, but to no avail, and it eats her up until now that it’s making her feel and think that her decision ruined her life when she thought it was for her sake of becoming free and better.

She felt selfish of what others may feel, inconsiderate of how they would take this information, and a traitor for betraying the perspective they had on her. If she has to make a decision that will never haunt her for its consequences, then her mind is now made up.

She won’t let history repeat itself again. This is about forgetting the past and focusing on her present situation. She’s going to confess at YN tonight.

“And it’s done!” YN exclaimed as he attached one last screw to wrap up his duty for Irene’s shop. “You can start your business anytime soon. How was it?”

“Just like what I wanted it to be.” Irene roamed her eyes around in awe, she couldn’t believe it that another dream of hers has came to life, thanks to YN. “Well done, YN. This is awesome.”

“You’re welcome.” YN nodded. “So uhm, I guess you’re going now for deliveries next.”

“Yeah.”

“Just tell me when are you gonna open, alright? I could help you set things up. It doesn’t mean that my job around here is done I’ll let things in control just by yourself. If… that’s okay for you.”

“Oh o-okay, I’ll remember that.” Irene smiled.

After she closed the shop and hide her newly polished place from the eyes of the public, YN and Irene looked at each other. Time is shrinking as Irene waits for the perfect opportunity to do it.

“So uhh, I’ll see you again if I can.” YN said. “Good night, Irene!”

“Wait, I want to say something to you also.” Irene stopped him from walking. “It’s not about the shop, it’s… another that has been filling up inside of me since then,”

“Well, look at you. There you go, finally opening up to me.” YN was exhilarated, stepping closer at her which made her flinch a bit in shyness. “I’m all ears.”

“Yeah, I thought about what you’ve told me last time about… sharing what’s bothering me and not letting it just bottled up within me.” Irene stated. “But it’s more of about you telling me that I was honest to you.” YN kept on listening.

“I did say that, why? Is there anything wrong to it?”

“Yeah but it’s more of me to be blamed with because… I felt like I was being honest enough to you yet.” Irene said. “I thought that if you could share your past struggles in your personal life, that means you trust me and… now that we’re friends, that’s what it’s all about right? Giving back the kind treatment that others were doing to make us feel.

:YN… I hope you won’t distance yourself from me when I tell you this.”

“About what?” YN asked. “This is getting suspense ain’t gonna lie, seems like you’re about to drop some biggest secret that you were hiding. I mean, it’s okay though it’s not actually that I;m forcing you-”

“No wait please, quiet for a second and let me be.” YN zips his mouth, feeling like he got scolded. “Sorry.” “No, I trust you, YN. Believe me, that’s why I’m ready to do this. It’s just that there’s something that makes me afraid when I finally say it to you… that I’m a transgender.”

YN’s hand covering his mouth dropped first before his jaw slowly slipped downwards after what he just heard. His eyes slightly largened in surprise.

“What I fear is that now you know, you’ll avoid me just like everybody else. I only got to tell you this because I was motivated by what you said to me and what your sister told me about you too, that I’m lucky to have a friend like you. That’s why I don’t want to secure myself from these walls I built around me through these years now that I find a person that is wholeheartedly nice to me and someone that I… am interested with.”

“Irene… you do?”

Irene lowered her head and lured her gaze away in embarrassment. “It’s been weeks now that I’ve begun to feel different whenever you’re near. Your presence, I feel so alive when you’re around me.”

“I didn’t want to be what I think I’ve became when everyone that is close to me rejected me because of my identity. I don’t want to betray, to be selfish, and doubtful of you. I’ve been through enough.” A tear flowed in her cheek brought by the overwhelming emotions urging her burden to affect her. “I just wanted to be seen as a good and a normal person.”

Not long after, shadow on the ground merged around his, and suddenly she felt his embrace wrap around her fragile self. “Come on, I thought it would be threatening or something for me to be aware. Irene, you don’t have to be scared either because you are transgender or you’re feeling more of me. I accept you for whatever makes this entirety of you. That’s what it matters, being real and true to yourself. Even me, I would rather be hated for something that I am than be loved for something that I’m not. I get you, it’s tiring to keep on fooling yourself just to please people.

And you don’t have to do that to me. For me, whatever I see through you and now what I’ve learned of you. It didn’t changed a single thing. You’re still attractive to my eyes.”

YN felt his hand shiver when Irene began sobbing on his gentle grasp. “I’m sorry for what they’ve done to you. They don’t deserve you. I’m glad that our fate led to us meeting, because now you got to meet someone who will accept you. And I will be here always to stay as long you’re still the one I like.”

They stayed there for a few more minutes before Irene thought his care is enough. She leaned away and YN helped her wipe off her tears. “Feels good doesn’t it? To pour everything that causes you pain and torment.”

“It does. Thank you so much, YN.”

“Can I ask a very random question, I just became curious. What’s your original name when you were… you know, like me.”

“Bae Joosung.”

“Oh, and now… I suppose it’s Bae Irene?”

“Irene is actually my English name. I did surgery back in Sweden and stayed there for a couple of years. My current name now is Bae Joohyun.”

“Oh, interesting. Well they both sounded cute.” They both laughed. “So, Bae Joosung or should I call you Irene. Let me repeat this again, I can clearly say that I was not gay, but I am willing to be now and I’m not scared anymore to discover what is love again. You maybe a trans but I am not ashamed telling you that for the past months I’ve loved you, now even more for learning who you really are. I’m not ashamed by that so why should you, haven’t you already decided who you are now then why are you having that negative feeling, aren’t you wanna be loved?”

“I… I want you to.” She whispered.

“Then let me adore you. I’ll do it like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do.”

“But I can’t give you … you know, kids.” Irene concerningly mentioned.

“I can work on that … my noona and her husband … which unfortunately have passed away from an airplane crash leaving their kids behind…” YN cautiously explained

“Sooyoung-ah? O oh my god, I-I’m so sorry for that, YN.” Irene was flabbergasted at the revelation of YN’s sister’s tragic backstory.

“You two were already close for a short span, it was lovely watching those two messing around back then but now they’re just remnants of the past. Their kids, my two nephews and a niece are under our care. Well, it’s just me who currently acts as their father-figure being an uncle. Sooyoung would definitely appreciate if… an auntie like you can somehow join me to take care of them.”

“Say no more, YN. You got me on that.” Irene could only nod in agreement as both of them grinned widely at each other. They hugged again, their newfound relationship has helped them to settle their inner conflicts manifested by their challenges and heartbreaking experiences as they bravely departed into their desired future being together.

ACT 5

Months later, the gossips about YN and Irene’s relationship spread across the neighborhood including the truth of her being a transgender. To add the happiness that she’s receiving, everybody welcomed her still, and YN proudly watched her girlfriend get along with new acquaintances.

Irene also lived up to her promise of standing as the aunt and guardians for Sooyoung or Joy’s children with YN. Sooyoung was very thankful that the weight of her responsibility became even lighter because of her kindness of assistance. The kids already had a great impression to the two, and it was not a day where all of them go play around their houses.

What had them both in complete shock was the moment when Irene requested YN that they go to her childhood home to visit her family, both for the aim to ask for their blessing on their relationship and to seek acceptance as well. After couple of asks from YN is Irene is sure about this, she replied that she is and she wanted to do this.

They arrived at her house in the city. The maids allowed them in and for the first time in years, Irene got to meet her family again. She admittedly was scared and nervous to face them again, but with YN’s support beside her she has the courage now to confront them. To her surprise though, her parents immediately rushed to hug her and emotions broke from the longing and a proper closure of their longtime conflict. They finally greeted and claimed her as their ‘daughter’ and even allowed YN on their relationship.

A year afterwards, YN and Irene got married outside of South Korea and also decided that they want to have their own children to raise. They adopted two a young boy named Jinwoo into their family.

“Hahaha, what is it, Jinwoo-ah?” Irene asked her son tugging her dress while she waters the plants.

“Eomma, go help YN appa make kimchi stew, please! I’m hungry!” Jinwoo pleaded. She sighed and chuckled, she knew that her husband must be struggling again on cooking this dish.

Meanwhile inside their house, YN was about to prepare in the kitchen when she heard the door bell rang. He opened the door and there, his sister Joy and her friends who visited their humble abode.

“Oh hey YN, how is it being a dad?” Wendy asked as she saw his apron and some of the toys scattered on the food. “HAHAHA, no hard feelings, just joking, shit I went too far with that, am I? Sorry about it.” Wendy noticed her mistake as she saw his deadpanned reaction.

“Hey, it’s okay and yes I’m fine raising kids unlike you with your single, no boyfriend since birth ass.” YN hissed and lets out a smug smile before turning around as he lets the girls in.

“Aish this brat, that hurts you know!” Wendy grumpily complained.

“Hahaha!” Joy laughed at how defeated Wendy looked after getting teased back.

“Good one, oppa! … ehh, is that your wife?” Yeri turned to the woman who is being pulled inside by their son from the yard.

“Woah, she’s gorgeous, why should I be surprised?” Seulgi

“Well, girls, I had Joy call you all here ‘cause I know my lady here will be more comfortable with that rather than a bunch of dudes to invite in the house.”

“How about you?” Irene asked him.

“Me? I got my boys here.” He said as he patted his son and his two nephews. “Who’s up for basketball?” They all shouted “Me!”

As they left the scene, they all laughed. “Aish, I was supposed to just help him cook kimbap and now he’s gone.” Irene shook her head. “Hi everyone, I’m Bae Joohyun or Irene and it’s nice to meet you girls.” she greeted at her lovely visitors.

“Hello! Wait, have we met before?” Wendy asked.

“I don’t know, maybe? You all seem familiar as well.” Irene chuckled sheepishly.

“Who knows? Maybe we know each other from our past lives.” Yeri winked.

“Yah, like what are we? Some sort of a girl group?” Joy humorously commented.

“That would be cool.” Seulgi shrugged. Irene could only laugh at them, they don’t know yet that they were actually her batchmates except Joy that she knew back when they were in college. Such coincidence had her both astonished and ecstatic to meet some few people who have been kind for her even just for a short time of knowing them before.

“Oh yeah, please take a seat. I’ll prepare us all a lunch.” Irene excused her guests and before she went to the kitchen, she stopped by to watch her beloved husband play with the kids. Seeing him made her feel very thankful of this new life that she chose… in which YN changed for the better. === END ===

[worldsover]

The Strongest Man Alive

~4k words, oral, gentle dom!Irene

The moon—a weak thing—casts a soft glow through your curtains, illuminating the tangled sheets and two figures and eight limbs entwined. Bae Joohyun. Yours. And yours, she tastes of soju. You push away the curtains of her dark brown hair. You must do better than the moon if you want to see her face.

You don't want to see her face. How weak. Want can't be enough. Want is the moon whose light could never push.

Of course, it's need, this need above gravity—you will fly under your own power to see her gentle eyes shaped like almonds, the scrunch of her petite nose, or the tinge of pink on her cheeks. Such a tinge, you've pulled into her milky skin with each kiss.

Of course, it's need: if you could draw something so symmetrical as the oval of her face, you would be putting your work in galleries. Instead, you find yourself here, marveling at the slope of her jaw. At the slope of her jaw, your lips dance, taste one bead of sweat. Then, you're latched to her neck, making her moan.

Her body yearns against yours. Arms around your neck, your stomachs press together like puzzle pieces (more like magnets: two separate things now one). Her legs, those endless legs, lace around your hips as if they've been there your whole life. They've been there for twenty-six days, if you were to start counting from when you first asked her out. They've been there for five years, if you were to start counting from when you first met her as a friend of a friend. They'll be there forever, because why would you bother counting down when you could count up.

But you couldn't count up how you got here. The nights you shared in your bed or Joohyun's bed were innocent, simple: movies, warm kisses, cuddles. You had expected even slower than that. The lurid moans or the hands on your ass weren't part of the plan. There never could have been a plan. You didn't understand how fate penciled in you and Joohyun as a couple. The woman eight years your senior, aloof and intimidating and introverted. You'd overwhelm her with energy. She'd scare you with an icy glare.

This isn't Joohyun.

Love and care as a person is closer to your real Joohyun. As you aspire to redden and purple her sensitive neck with your lips, her gaze into you is as a stronger light, the morning sun, whose warmth is true and full. The air too, whatever is left between your bodies, crackles with heat, making sleep and a timeful waking for work both distant dreams. Your hand runs down the back of her neck, over thin layers of sweat on her skin, before slipping under her shirt to explore further.

Asymmetries and imbalance—you're understanding these are inescapable parts of you and Joohyun, the longer you count the time together. She's the leader. You're the follower. She might be examining your gluteus maximus like a butcher inspecting meat, pulling you by the chin to kiss your lips again, but you have to ask her: "Do you mind if I touch you lower?" See, gravity is the moon is weak is if as if gravity is not Joohyun's, and in her orbit you float and careful to stay, you seek permission even when you don't need it.

Float higher. Joohyun giggles. It's an often sound, not often enough. "Of course, handsome." That's Joohyun's voice playful and light and airy as a cloud; this is Joohyun dark and dangerous and knife in hand—"Touch me wherever you like."

Because if she says it like that, like she's honestly out to kill you, honestly out to stab you in the heart and in the brain and in the nerves until she's carved out everything that isn't just primal reaction and until something gets cold and hardens and presses against her midriff—and when she does it again, "Go ahead, touch me," and she grabs your wrist and makes you place your hand on her asscheeks—then how are you supposed to react when she says:

"How do you feel about… letting me suck your dick?" Lip bite and all?

This isn't Joohyun. It really isn't Joohyun. Not those eyes, not this soon. Not the woman who dressed modestly, who kept her distance from other men, who fiercely protected her female friends. Your Joohyun would ask for patience. And you were content with your Joohyun. But then, your Joohyun was an image, based on an external shell of a woman, and you can't imagine the real, soft, fleshy bits exposed more than Joohyun right now. And this Joohyun, were you less or more content with this one? Man, take the blowjob—you, an idiot, instead ask, "Now? Suck? T-tonight?"

"Yes, honey," she replies, but her voice is not so sweet. It refuses to let up, to let go of the boning knife; it stays deep, twisting your stomach. "I didn't ask for tomorrow."

Nothing more that you want, but unable to answer, you kiss her again with newfound urgency. Your fingers sink into her ass, and you taste her moan on your tongue. A breathless noise, a hint of a cloud, as if this might tip the balance or untwist the blade. And then a mote of a daring idea in your mind blossoms to sudden action without thinking. "Only if you beg for my dick," you say, with a seriousness that keeps your mouth open. You were not the weakness and the unweight of a pithy satellite.

Joohyun raises a brow. It's over. It's all over. Goodness. You had one chance with the prettiest woman, and now what? But then she grins wide. "Oh, look at you. How bold." This is a smaller knife, used to pare the skin off of fruits, and the pride off of men, so you pout and she pets your head, and you feel better and you feel smaller. "No, I'm kidding, baby. That was really hot. Do it again."

You look down. You are the weakness and…

"I'm sorry, I swear, you did great. I would gladly beg for your cock any day." Joohyun sits up against your hardwood headboard, looks at you through her long, fluttering lashes. "Please? Pwease? Pretty pleeease, can I suck your cock?"

This isn't Joohyun. And this isn't a paring knife, nor a boning knife, nor a playful cloud of words. This is a spoon that eats ice cweam. She pushes her chest together, tempting with cleavage peeking out of her bra top.

In response, you let out a soft whimper.

"Aww, does that mean yes?" she asks.

"Mhm," you say, a shy nod in addition.

"That's my man," she says. That must be the natural truth already. Joohyun said so.

As you sit up to copy her, she pushes you back down using a gentle hand on your chest.

"Just relax and let me take care of you, baby. Be a good boy and trust me." This knife… it cuts your sandwiches in a diagonal, and you think maybe this time, there is a hint of honey in her voice. She coos as she slides between your legs and tugs down your pants with her teeth. When your ankles are free of the pants, Joohyun returns her head by your thighs, and says with a sigh, "Ahh, it's like unwrapping a present. Look at that pretty bulge of yours."

You understand this as a rhetorical command, but still, you look, because by that pretty bulge rests Joohyun's face, and you shudder at its proximity. And while the knife metaphor is over, the mouth literal is more evocative than ever. She trails fingers down your chest and stomach while lips linger on your underwear. When she laps at your bulge, even if she only uses the very tip of her tongue, saliva's wetness seeps through the fabric. Even if the tip of her tongue is scalpel-precise in tracing your cock's outline, your own pre-cum must be seeping too. Her every motion is subtle but effective; you're already mewling loudly, already writhing beneath her.

"Looks like someone is excited." Joohyun uses her teeth again, now fully freeing your arousal from its confines. Your cock springs out and nearly hits her face, and she lets out a delighted squeal and takes control of the unruly actor with her small fingers. "I'm excited too. Gosh, it's so cute how hard you are."

As you lay there, breathless and trembling with desire, Joohyun gazes with adoration and palms along your hardened length. "Please," you say like you don't know what you're asking for.

Contented, Joohyun purrs, grazes her nails on your shaft, traces sinuous patterns down your pulsing vein. "You're so precious," she whispers. Then, stricter (more knife): "But I don't hear enough begging yet."

You're pathetic, weightless, suspended on four strings for each of your four limbs and Joohyun is your puppetmaster and Joohyun is your everything so with your everything, you say, "Please, I need it so bad. Need to feel your mouth on me, n-now. I'm a good boy, please, I'll be good for you, I'll do anything for it. You said you'd take care of me, p-please, I need you to…"

Joohyun places a finger on your lips, and you gulp.

"Aww," she responds with a soft chuckle, soft kisses traveling up your length. "Anything? Hmm…" With each deliberate swipe of her tongue, especially as it crosses the ridge to your cockhead, the most concentrated bundle of nerves, unexpected sounds escape from deep within your throat. Nothing, it seems, is ever in the plans, but especially not the low, throaty, bubbly noses, or the high whiny pitches you make. As her lips ghost over the tip of your cock, you want to grab her hair, to command her to suck—no, you don't.

This isn't you.

If Joohyun expects you to wait, whether it's the next few seconds or until the next moon phase, you will wait.

So you wait.

Now the warmth of her breath is like the warmth of her skin is like the quiet warmth of a distant star, only felt in the deepest calm of the night.

Her dark eyes pierce you with their gaze, dark as to match the inky blacks that surround such a faraway body.

Outside, the wind hums low, like it too is aware of the moment between you and Bae Joohyun. But no one, not even nature, can understand truly.

It's all so hot, so bright, so loud.

After a moment too long and not a moment too soon, Joohyun closes her mouth over your cockhead. It's slow, so slow, like she's tasting this inch and considering the merits of its flavor, then she's savoring the next inch, where she compares and contrasts its mouthfeel. Embarrassingly loud, you groan as she takes more of you in, creating a vacuum seal with her lips. And as if the wet sounds aren't enough, she hums around you, sending vibrations that might start at your cock but cascade through your body. Every now and then, her tongue darts out to flirt around your frenulum while her equally adept hands twist your shaft and fondle your ballsack.

Suddenly, her sucking becomes fast and urgent like a storm rolling in on a sunny day. Her eyes narrow in concentration, a look you've only seen during arcade dates or board game nights—she's trying to win something, and the prize lies in your balls.

You shut your eyelids like you don't want tears to escape, clench your thighs like you want her to lose for once. "Fuck, wait," you grit out through your teeth, "wait, wait, I'm gonna cum if you keep going like this."

Joohyun hesitates for a moment, as though her blowjob is a runaway train. But then she composes herself and pulls away from your cock with a playful smack of her lips. "Aww? Already?" she asks, and you're unsure if she's teasing as usual or in genuine dismay. "Thank for letting me know, sweetheart. I'll slow down."

She adjusts her pace: her lips linger on the base of your shaft, waning crescent, or your sensitive cockhead, waxing gibbous, and her hand has settled on a firm grip of your testicles—and none of that bodes well for your endurance. Joohyun knows exactly what she's doing to you; whenever she makes eye contact, the corner of her lips tugs into a sly smile.

"Think you can handle more?" she asks, low and husky. "I don't wanna push you too far."

She might—she will. Nevertheless, even more unbearable is the mere thought of the lack of her warm and wet ministrations on your member. "Please, keep going. It's okay."

"Promise?" She sticks out her pinky finger. You interlock your finger with hers. Though her hand is small and delicate compared to yours, the weight of the deal is not so. You've just signed a pact with the devil, but all your blood has already rushed to your cock so there's no way you had enough ink. It seems hell's denizens have no respect for legal authority: Joohyun's mouth rushes back to a vigorous rhythm along your shaft, this time allowing more foamy spit to escape the sides of her mouth. Like a sloppy drunk, she talks with a mouth full of you. "I want you to enjoy thih... but I also wanna be a little selfish and worship your cock, pwopehly—" she coughs. "And I can't do that if my precious man cums too early. So I need you to be brave and strong. You'ww be bwave, wight?"

You mouth "I'll be fine" and you've just lied to Joohyun. You wouldn't be surprised if you suddenly filled her mouth with your load, though you'd feel guilt at the lack of forewarning. You find yourself growing louder and more desperate with each pass of her lips.

"That's it, moan as much as you want, babe. I love hearing you."

"Nngh, fuck, you make me feel so good," you say, groaning, grunting, panting.

Her eyes shine with admiration, with honesty: she truly loves every sound she extracts from you. "Well, you make me feel more than just good. I think I'm in love with sucking your cock. No, I know I am. The way it pulses in my mouth, mmm, fuck... it makes me dripping wet." She licks her lips. "I wanna give you all the pleasure in the world. You deserve it."

To prove her point, Joohyun takes a break from your dick and focuses on your testicles instead. She engulfs them one by one, sucking and licking like they are the ripest, juiciest fruit; you must be incredibly delicious because her teeth graze and tug carefully at the loose skin, making you feel heavy and lightheaded simultaneously. Despite your length resting heavily against her forehead and nose and the mess of saliva across her face, Joohyun remains the epitome of beauty.

"No one else gets to see me like this, my love," she says, winking—usually, that'd be deliberate, but you wager it's the sticky saliva and pre-cum dripping from your cock onto her face. Despite the debauchery of the moment, she still manages to look adorable with one eye closed and the other half-open as if she's trying to perfect her winking technique.

Your hands instinctively tangle in her hair, unable to restrain yourself any longer as the intensity increases, both balls in her mouth.

"Close again?" she asks, releasing you from the confines of her mouth with only her fingers remaining on clean-up duty: first, she takes care of the frothy mess on her face and untangles wet strands of hair; then, she collects the sheen on your cock before licking each digit clean. She crawls up the bed, her petite form hovering above you until her face is right next to yours again. You could have never signed a deal with the devil because this is an angel. The angel presses her lips to yours, a tantalizing and bittersweet combination of her saliva mixed with your own juices.

"Does that feel better, babe? I know how much you love to taste my lips."

"Mmm, I do, thank you." Even more than that, however, the kiss is a welcome reprieve from the constant barrage of ecstasy at your genitals. Like earlier tonight, your hands roam over her body. However, now you don't just stop at her smooth curves and pert behind. Your fingers trail lower, finding their way to the warm, wet space between her thighs. As you trace her slick slit, she moans into your mouth, and you realize she wasn't lying. Her cunt is soaked. You're jealous of how much pleasure she can derive from giving pleasure. There is little resistance for your digits to glide inside, a knuckle deep, then two. In a frenzy, her hands roam as well, exploring your every dip and muscle, save for your throbbing erection and twitching balls. Again, you welcome her prudence, though you pay her in kind with a fingerfucking that accelerates.

"Mhm, yes, that's it, touch me like that." Joohyun's gasps interweave each kiss. "You're amazing, such a good, good boy. I'll make you cum such a big load in my mouth soon, I promise."

The thought of it inspires you: you bring your fingers to your lips and taste the remnants of her pleasure, salty and tangy and addicting. She watches you with a mixture of amusement and desire, her cheeks flushed.

"Is it really that good?" she asks, her voice betraying her usual confidence or playfulness as she breathes heavily.

"The yummiest," you reply with a lustful grin, already planning to tongue-map every inch of her cunt later. For now, your focus is fixed on the pleasure Joohyun can bring you elsewhere on your body. Your mind races as her rosy lips part in happiness and glisten like freshly picked strawberries. To say your dick is throbbing is an insult to throbbing; it's a bundle of fireworks ready to set off at any time. "Can... can you suck me again?"

"You sure?" Joohyun asks with a gentle stroke of your cheek, a slight pout, raised brows. There's genuine concern in her tone, however mild, but it quickly falls back to cheeky. "Maybe I should just keep kissing you again." Her pillowy lips press against yours, your jaw, your cheek. Sucks on your neck. Nibbles on your ear. Isn't enough.

You plead, your voice raw and exposed, "No, I need it. Need your mouth on my cock again. Need to cum."

Joohyun's eyes light up with mischief and she leans in close, her sweet breath caressing your face as she purrs, "You're so fun to play with. And it's adorable how much you want this."

Suddenly, her demeanor shifts and she becomes stern once more. "Say 'please' if you need it that bad," she demands.

You comply forthwith, the word slipping from your mouth like a sigh.

Before any of your reactions can inform your brain, Joohyun's lips and tongue envelop your aching cock. Then all the information comes all at once. Light as the fastest hits first as your eyes capture the determination in hers, the way her brows furrow in concentration, how her hair flies about in the sudden action. Then comes the heat, as your length disappears into the depths of her mouth, and the sound of glucks and other carnal oral noises reach your ears last.

Your replies have devolved into incoherent babbling by now; the only word you can repeat is the one she's made you say, and as much as you echo "please", she swallows your dick at just the right pace—just the wrong pace. Fast enough to make you whip your head back, slow enough to leave you on the brink of climax.

"Keep begging all you want, you're not cumming until I've had my fun. You want to explode into my mouth, don't you?" she taunts—look at the stripe Joohyun makes with her tongue. Is she cleaning the saliva on your shaft or covering it further is a question that's repeated ten times for the ten licks between the hundred dips of her mouth. "You want to pound that perfect cock into my throat and coat it with your load?" Wow, it's like she's in your head. Incredible. "Okay. Yeah. I can do that." And with a deep swallow, your head's in her as she takes you all the way down, and holds down, long enough for a single tear to swell in her eye.

Joohyun's nose jams against your stomach, and her eyes twitch—it's the wink again, or so you'd think if you didn't feel your tip jab the back of her throat. A bubble of thick saliva becomes bubbles as determined as she is to ignore her own need to breathe. With every clench of her throat around you, sparks course your nerves, or maybe it's not just the pressure, but the sight of the distension at her neck. Either way, you're unsure how lightning has yet to strike your rod. Every gag seems calculated, designed to make you squirm, and she has an uncanny ability to recognize the approach of your climax. As though through the pulse of your cock vein, she knows when to pull back just when your hairs start to raise, when the goosebumps form. The buildup of static denied its discharge. You would try to thrust your hips into her, regardless of whether you should or shouldn't but should's or shouldn't's are aren't's when she's holding your thighs down. Joohyun manages to treat your cock like a toy to tease and please herself with, despite her fucking her own face into it.

"You must be trying so hard..."

Joohyun pauses momentarily, breathes out through her nose, before another deep swallow.

"Not to explode..."

One more swallow.

"Into mommy's mouth... right?"

And then it happens. With a primal cry, you release everything you have into Joohyun's waiting mouth, her eyes widening in surprise before she eagerly swallows every last drop. Your body trembles with pleasure as she continues to suck you clean, your mind blissfully numb. Even after you finish Joohyun continues to suckle gently on your cock, sending aftershocks of hot bliss through your body; however, the overstimulation is a bucket of cold ice that has you gripping the sheets and begging through loud groans: "Please, please, ahhh."

"Please, what?"

You shake your head as your thighs clench and your eyes roll back. You're still pulsating, still unloading onto her tongue as her lips pucker and lock around your dick. "No, t-too much," you say.

"Sensitive? Aww, baby." But there's a glint of mischief in her eye that makes you question her. Before you can protest, she takes you back into her mouth, working her tongue around the underside of your shaft and suctioning with her lips, pushing herself down into your root until she has wrung you out into her stomach.

When she eventually pulls herself off your sore and spent member, Joohyun's mouth stays open. "Wow, I've never done that. I'm so, so sorry... I swear, I'm not some crazy nympho obsessed with your cock or anything."

You're not sure you believe. You are sure you forgive her. As you catch your breath and bask in the afterglow of mind-altering bliss, Joohyun's head weighing on her thigh, you wonder if what's so irresistible about your cum to her—she's still playing with a glob of it in her mouth. When she gulps, she lets out a satisfied sigh.

"Hmm... seems like you really, really liked when I said a certain word. Or at least your dick did," Joohyun suggests, flicking at and toying with your softness, making you jump.

As her eyes captivate yours, she poses a question that rocks your world.

"Would you like me to be your mommy—" "Yes."

[constantinerkives]

PAIRING: Hotel Magnate! Yoo Jimin x College student! Fem reader _____________ WARNINGS: Sugar Mommy AU, college AU, age gap, OC is in her final year of college while YJM is 34, profanity, strangers to paramours, Chopard and Cannes Film Festival Karina, good lord. OC has a slight crush on the dean lmao. OC short-circuits when pretty, older women talk to her. Smut, oral (K receiving), strap-on sex (reader receiving), Dom! Karina, mommy kink, OC ain't a virgin, riding, rough sex, cock-warming, or was it strap-warming? (IDK, but you catch my drift, yeah?), shower sex, multiple sex scenes, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of a vibrator, pool sex, biting, marking, fingering, that's pretty much it, I think. _____________ WORDCOUNT: 14.7K Sorry, this was self-indulgent yall, my bad💀🤩 _____________ A/N:

You asked; I shall deliver. Oh - and please see the header for synopsis and turn on your sound hehe.

"Ning Yizhou, what the fuck-"

"Shut up and listen, will you?" She cuts you off with a glare and turns her MacBook screen towards you. "You need this." 

You clamp your mouth shut and allow the younger girl to continue. The ash-blonde girl takes a seat across from you and shows you a site from the internet. You sit before the latter with the pads of your fingers tapping against your thighs. Ningning observes you warily before knotting her fingers together. "After hearing your rants for months about how the school's kicking both your ass and wallet, I propose a solution." 

"By being a sugar baby," You snort. She shoots you a silencing look. "Let me finish, Y/N." 

 She shows you her profile, "This website is safe, and it strictly monitors the chats of both parties. It is consensual and beneficial for person A and person B." She then shows you her chat with her sponsor; the profile read: Uchinaga Giselle. If your memory serves you correctly, she is the managing director of AE Industries, a definition of young, rich, and beautiful. "Woah, your sugar mommy is Giselle?"

Ningning's lips curl to a smirk, "Focus, Y/N. Have you read our conversation?"

"Yes," Your eyes skim the chat, "It's respectful and direct." 

"Exactly," She grins and closes her MacBook. "Not all stories involving a life like this are scary, Y/N." Your friend presses a palm against her chest, "Like me, for example." 

"Yeah, yeah," You sigh and lower your head, "I don't know, Ning." Her features soften as her hand reaches yours, her thumb rubbing comforting circles against the back of your palm. 

"Some sugar mommies or daddies want to fill the void of being rich Y/N. Some want to soothe their overbearing parents, and some just have too much fucking money. They're mature and won't force you to do something you're not comfortable with for the sake of being spoiled in return." 

You contemplated for a moment before curling your lips to a smile. "Fuck it, Ning. I'm in." Your friend grins and opens her MacBook. "Leave your profile to me, Y/N. And pick a dress you'll be using for the ceremony. You need to look fresh for tomorrow." Right. Before this discussion with Ningning, you received an email from Hanyang University that you're a dean's lister for the second semester. 

"Thanks, Ning." You stand from the table and make your way to her room. 

"Y/N!" Minjeong squeals upon seeing your familiar figure as more awardees enter the venue, "I'm relieved! I thought I was going to be alone with strangers for the ceremony." 

"Not anymore," You grin and crane your neck to examine the students on the premises. "Are we the only ones from our block?" 

She follows your example and hums, "Seems like it, and - oh shit, the dean's heading this way!" You snap your head and lock eyes with the dean of your department. An automatic smile curls on your lips as you acknowledge her presence by bowing your head. "Miss Kim, Seol," The older woman greets with her slender digits knotted atop her stomach. 

"Good evening, Miss Bae." You greet in return. Bae Joohyun, professionally known as Irene Bae, is the dean of your department. The woman couldn't be older than forty, fair-skinned, doe-shaped eyes framing sharp, intelligent obsidian-hued pupils, an upturned nose, a small face, and pink, plump lips. The dean is sporting a mint blue suit and white heels, and her long black hair tied in a low ponytail. The older woman's lips curl upward, "I see that it's only the two of you again from your block," She comments while you and Minjeong look at each other, uncertain. "And I'm impressed," Irene adds. You glow under her praise, "Thank you, Miss Bae." 

The latter hums, "Do enjoy the celebration." 

With that, she walks past you and Winter. You caught a whiff of the older woman's scent and let out a blissful sigh as you stagger. "Damn," Winter exhales as her head follows the older woman's slender figure, "If she wasn't the dean, I don't mind being smashed by her." 

"Agree," You giggled as you watched the older woman interact with her faculty. "I guess I have a reason to study my ass off." 

Then your stomach churns uncomfortably as an unpleasant thought voices your concern. 

That is if you have the money to enroll for the final semester.

Blood drains from your body, and your smile drops. "I should find a job that should sustain me." You mutter under your breath as another feminine voice interjects: "Minjeong!" You snap from your reverie and raise your head. You spot Chaewon standing next to Yunjin and Ryujin; gesturing a hand to Winter, who looks at you with a small smile, "I'll hang around with them, yeah?" Her tone indicates permission, and you snort at her. "You don't need to ask for my approval, Winter. Go." 

The latter guffaws and pats your shoulder, "Have a nice evening, Y/N." With that, she leaves to join the group. 

You sigh, and your posture droops as your eyes scour your surroundings. Your vision dims at the sight of extravagance oozing from your peers and faculty. You clench and unclench your hands to calm your racing nerves before the voices behind your head speak up: You don't belong here. 

And you painfully agree. How the hell did you manage to keep up? 

"Excuse me, miss," Your ears perk upon hearing an unfamiliar deep yet feminine voice. Sultry and alluring. "But have you seen Joohyun?"

Joohyun? Your brows furrow. How can someone say the dean's name so casually? 

You turn in the direction of the stranger, and your eyes subtly widen at the sight of the towering beauty behind you. Your eyes take in her appearance. Her long black hair was styled; slid back, allowing you to have a good glimpse at her smooth, fair countenance, familiar doe-shaped eyes framing those sharp, intelligent hazel-colored crevices. You mentally pick your jaw from the floor. 

"Joohyun?" Your voice came out as a squeak, and you fought the urge to palm your face. "You mean our dean?"

A playful grin curls on her plump lips, "Yes," Her hazel-colored eyes scour your features, "And my," She purrs, "Aren't you a beauty?" Your cheeks warmed as the woman continued: "I should count myself lucky for asking a pretty girl like you." A subtle shade of pink dust your cheeks as you clear your throat softly, "Thank you," You muse as you shift your weight from one foot to another. "How may I help you?"

"I'm looking for-"

"Karina," Your posture straightens upon hearing her authoritative voice. Irene takes a stand beside you. Her face turns in your direction with slight surprise before she regains her calm countenance and returns her gaze to the said stranger: Karina. 

"I see that you've met one of my students," The dean gestures a hand towards the raven-haired beauty. "Y/N, meet my..." She trails off before Karina's lips release a deep chuckle, shivers run down your spine, and your stomach churns at the sound. "Don't be shy now, Hyunnie." 

Hyunnie? 

Karina holds out her hand for you to shake, "I'm Karina Bae, her half-sister. And you are?" 

Half-sister? 

Oh

That explains the familiar features, and if you have to compare the two of them by age, Karina seems to be ten years younger than the older woman next to you. But still, both women are drop-dead gorgeous. They won the battle of genes. 

"Seol Y/N," You reply in a trance as you reach to shake her hand, expecting a handshake, but she surprises you by bringing it up to brush her mouth against your knuckles, a shock traveling up your arm at the contact. Her eyes never leave yours, and you hold your breath, afraid you'll do something embarrassing if you do. Hopefully, your face doesn't show how the action flustered you. You gawk at her as she releases your hand. 

"A pleasure, Y/N." Your body glows at the way her tongue smoothly caresses your name. It's embarrassing how quick you are to succumb to the younger Bae. You instinctively look away from her raving eyes as the dean clears her throat. 

"Easy, Karina." The dean chides, "She's my student," 

A heart-throbbing smile graces Karina's lips, "Anyways," She raises a paper bag. Was she holding something all this time? How come you didn't notice? "As you can see, sister. I just returned from France," The hazel-eyed beauty hands it to her, "And I bought a present." 

You eye the two of them, feeling as though you're intruding on a moment between the siblings. Irene's lips curl upwards and takes the paperbag, "You shouldn't have, Karina. Is that why you came here?"

"Of course," Karina grins, "I can't come back to my alma mater empty-handed now, can I?" 

"Thank you, Karina." 

The latter merely hums in reply, "I'll get going now. There's no need for me to stay if a party lacks drinks." She grins while Irene rolls her eyes. "It's protocol," 

"Sure," Karina turns to you, "Take care, Miss Seol." 

Perhaps she was waiting for you to hold your hand out again, but your brain decided that risking another touch from this gorgeous woman would have undesirable consequences. A wave sufficed for now.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Karina." 

You were wrong. Karina doesn't even have to touch you to get you woozy. Her wolfish smirk was enough to make your knees wobble. She departs, leaving your eyes to follow her lithe physique. 

"I apologize on her behalf," The older Bae announces, and you move your gaze to her. You gulped. "She isn't usually like this. Perhaps staying in Paris rewired her behavior." You shake your head sideways, "It's fine Miss Bae. Have a wonderful evening," You tell her before bowing and departing from the dean. 

Ningning automatically bombards you with her findings while you are at the ceremony. 

"So your account has been receiving DMs," She grins with pride beaming in her delicate features as she slides you a takeout from her favorite fast-food chain, "All you have to do is to go through it with a fine-tooth comb and take your pick." She slides the MacBook in your direction, and your eyes widen at the number of requests. 

"Woah," You mumble, feeling overwhelmed. Your friend catches on and sits next to you. "You don't have to make a choice overnight. You can scour it whenever you're free." 

And that's what you did. 

You spent your lunchtime and break times scouring the site for your potential benefactor. 

For days, no one caught your eye, until a woman popped up on your screen. 

Yoo Jimin

You clicked on her profile, half of her face was hidden, but those plump lips, the lighting, and the prominent collarbones beneath the lapels of her blazer pulled you to dig deeper into her account. You press the photo where she is leaning her back against the gold railing of Hotel Olympia. Jimin was wearing a form-fitting black dress showing off her slender figure. On her hand was a champagne glass and the closest glimpse of her side profile; absolute perfection. You let out a huff and close your eyes to steel your nerves before typing:

Hello

"Ning, what are we doing here?" You inquire the younger girl as she drags you into Givenchy's boutique, the employees eyeing you warily as the latter scrutinizes the boutique before looking at you with a familiar smile.

"We're shopping for your outfit next week," If your face showed surprise, you hid it poorly. You lean close to whisper against Ningning's ear. "In here?"

The ash-blonde shoots you a look. "Duh?"

"It's expensive!"

"It's fine-"

"What can I do for you ladies?" Ningning turns to the employee and smiles, "I made an appointment three hours ago under Giselle Uchinaga's name." The older woman hums as your friend continues, "Send us your best attires for a date night for my friend-" She gestures a hand towards you, "What's your size?"

You gawk at her as the employee looks at you expectantly, "Uhm-"

"Tell her," Ningning commands, the look on her face gave no heed to protests.

You blurt out your size, and the lady nods and turns to your friend, "We'll look for her size. In the meantime do enjoy the private suite located to the left corner of our store." She gestures an open palm to one of the five private booths. Ningning seemed pleased by the suggestion and thanked the woman before grasping your wrist and dragging you to your assigned booth.

"Yizhou-"

"If you're worried about paying back, don't worry about it." She cuts you off as she grabs one of Givenchy's brochures presented on the table. "Besides," She tears her gaze from the material, "You need to look presentable for your meeting with your sugar mommy."

You purse your lips. After interacting with your benefactor for two days, you finally agreed to meet to discuss the nature of your relationship with her. She gave you the freedom to dress in whatever clothing you want, so long as you'll style it with a white scarf. That way, she'd be able to identify you and not cause any misunderstanding. Ningning pats a spot next to her on the velvet couch, "Be comfortable, Y/N. I'm here."

"This is new territory to me, Nings." You confess while rubbing your nape. The younger girl's expression softens as you sit next to her. The ash-blonde-haired girl drapes a slender arm around your shoulders. "You don't have to pay me back, Y/N." She tells you solemnly, "I take pleasure in knowing that you'll look good in your first meeting because I was there to ensure that you'll give a good impression. Now don't worry about the price tags. Gigi is aware and is willing to extend her generosity because she knows I'm friends with you, and we've been together through thick and thin."

"Gigi?" You teased with a smile, and she winked at you. Before she can say anything else, there's a knock on the double doors.

You fix your posture as your friend tells them to come in.

On cue, three women entered the room. Two of them were delicately guiding the cloth rack inside while one pushed a tray of shoes, bags, and accessories. Your jaw slacks at the collection.

"These are our finest collections," One of them declares with a smile, "Feel free to choose which ones you like." Without another word, they exit the booth, leaving you and your friend alone. "Okay," Ningning stands from her couch and approaches the dresses and takes one that caught her eye, and presents it to you. "Try this one first."

After trying on different types of attires for an excruciating hour, you found a dress you and Ningning agree on.

"Finally!" She grins as she circles you, inspecting the dress. You stare at your reflection, unable to recognize the lady in the mirror. It's a black, leather one-shoulder draped dress; it hugs your body perfectly. "It goes well when your hair is down." She notes and looks at the shoes, "Okay. Let's try shoes."

Unlike the dresses, the shoes were easier to match with your dress: Voyou slingbacks, or just quintessential black leather heels. The same goes for the small pouch just for your phone and cash to take you to Hotel Olympia, the destination of your first meeting.

"Perfect," Ningning awes, "This will be your look for your meeting." She locks eyes with your reflection, "Do you like it?"

"Yes," You breathe, and she claps her hands in delight. "We're taking it." The latter then eyes at the accessories, "One last!" She snatches a white silk twill scarf with beveled ends and styles it around your neck.

Now you don't recognize the girl in the mirror. You eye her with awe as you run a free hand from the top of your neck; down to your chest. The reflection inclines her head to the side.

You are going to be this girl next week, and you can only hope that your attire alone can coax your potential benefactor to sponsor you.

The ride from Hanyang University to Hotel Olympia is twenty minutes. 

Upon entering the hotel, the biting chill nips your skin, eliciting a shudder from you, and with your free hand, you rub your bare arm. No one seems to mind your presence. 

"Should've brought a jacket," You shudder, and a voice behind your head interjects:

But as if any of your jackets can match your attire. 

A snort leaves your lips as you scour the lobby of the hotel. 

Hotel Olympia is the largest hotel group in all of Korea with Lotte trailing behind them. Your eyes scour the area for the front desk and lock eyes with the hotel receptionist. With a smile, you approach the employee. 

"Good evening, miss." She greets, "Is there anything you need?"

"Yes," You clear your throat to steel your nerves while your feet tap against the polished marble floors. "Can you point me to Bicena Olympia?"

She fixes her posture and gestures a palm towards one of the double doors to your left. "Through that door." You follow the direction of her hand and bow at the older woman, "Thank you." Shuddering, you enter Bicena Olympia: the restaurant of Hotel Olympia: white, clean walls, cloud-like chandeliers, polished saddle-brown floorboards, and elegant yet comfortable furniture; to add life to the restaurant: it's decorated with carefully selected plants and priceless paintings. Guests from all over the country fill the walls of the restaurant with hushed chatter, laughter, the cluttering of utensils, and the clinking of champagne glasses. 

"Excuse me, miss." One of the restaurant's staff approaches you. A man, no older than twenty-five, sporting a neatly pressed suit. His hair: gelled and slid back. "Do you have a reservation?"

"Oh, yes - for Miss Yoo." 

The gentleman nods, and folds his hands behind his back, "Follow me." He turns and strides toward one of the vacant tables - you follow behind him as he pulls out a seat for you. "Thank you," You tell the man before he bows and returns to his podium. 

According to Jimin, she'll be joining you shortly. She's caught up in a meeting. You take this opportunity to fix your appearance via your phone's camera. 

From the entrance of Bicena Olympia, there emerged a woman no older than thirty-four, wearing a black long Cady dress with a plunging neckline, exposing the valley of her breast down to an inch above her navel and white heels. Her hair is styled straight and loose, and at the base of her neck lay a single gold chain necklace, emphasizing her prominent collarbones. Her right hand secures a shoulder bag, while the other, a neatly pressed, double-breasted tailored coat with red lapels.

Her hazel-colored eyes scour the restaurant, looking for a college girl with a white scarf. 

Your nails tap against the tablecloth as you wait patiently for your date, ignoring the biting chill that keeps brushing against your skin. You felt a presence behind you, wondering if it's a waiter you crane your neck - only to be stopped when you feel someone draping a thick piece of cloth over your shoulders. Hands grasping your shoulders delicately. 

"Oh-"

"Thank you for waiting, darling." Your skin tingles as you look up, pupils dilating, jaw-slacking as a familiar woman with hazel-colored eyes locks with yours; they light up with mirth as her plump, red lips curl to a bemused smile. 

"You," You breathe, inhaling her subtle but expensive perfume. The scent is so intoxicating and warm. With notes of coffee, white flowers, and vanilla, it's the perfect mix of sexy and sweet. It suits her. 

"Good evening to you too, Miss Seol." Karina chuckles deeply. Your stomach twinges blissfully at the sound as you shift beneath her intense gaze. Oh, wait - she remembers your name? Oh, lord. 

"Good evening, Karina." You stammer as one of her hands plays with your scarf. She hums absentmindedly and takes a seat across from you and as she did, your eyes shamelessly follow her graceful physique. 

Holy shit, she looks hot-

"This is a pleasant surprise," Karina starts as she knots her fingers together and shoots you a playful smile. Your cheeks dust pink. "I didn't expect to see Joohyun's pretty student so soon." 

And you didn't expect to have your potential benefactor as your dean's half-sister, either. Shit. 

"And I you, Yoo Jimin." You counter and mirror her smile. The older woman guffaws, but you didn't miss her eyes wandering from your face to your attire, and your skin tingles at her attention. "You look wonderful, Y/N." She puts her bag to the side of the table. "Are you hungry?"

Your stomach growls, and your cheeks flush as you sheepishly rub the back of your neck. "Yes - I'm hungry." 

A knowing smile graces the older girl's lips as she directs her gaze to the person behind you and nods. "Dinner's on me, Y/N. Order what you like."

A waiter immediately comes to her and distributes the menu. Karina swiftly opens it, her hazel eyes scouring her options before looking up at the waiter. "I'll take a steakhouse-style ribeye." She shifts her gaze toward you, "And for the lady?"

Your lips swiftly moved the meal that Ningning suggested for you to order:

"I'll take the balsamic-and-rosemary-marinated florentine steak." An approving look dances on the older woman's face as the waiter jots it. "How about your drinks?"

Karina looks at you, beckoning you to order first. 

"A cranberry mocktail," The waiter nods and turns his attention to the other woman, "And as for you, President Bae?"

Hold on a minute - president?

"A Sauvignon Blanc," A grin breaks from the waiter's lips, "Excellent choice, President Bae." He takes a step back. "I'll come back with your orders in approximately 40 minutes." Without another word, the man bows and strides away from your table. 

"President?" You muse as a smirk creeps on the latter's lips. "Surprise, surprise." Karina picks up her empty wine glass and examines it. You watch her intently. "I'm sure you have questions." Her eyes suddenly dart back to you, and your skin crawls. "Ask ahead, darling." 

You purse your lips, "The waiter called you president," You tread carefully, "Are you, by chance, the president of Hotel Olympia?"

"Clever girl," She purrs, and you shrink in your seat, "Yes, Y/N. I'm the president of Hotel Olympia." Damn.

She gestures for you to ask again. You clear your throat, "The name you used in your account, why use Yoo Jimin?"

Karina hums, "Yoo Jimin was the name my mother initially thought of before Irene's father changed it. They still let me keep it for casual occasions that aren't related to business." 

Your lips form to an 'o' as Karina leans close, "Is that all?"

"Yes," 

"If that's the case," She puts down her empty wine glass, "What about you, Y/N?"

A playful smile tugs your lips, "What do you want to know?"

"Your information, likes, dislikes." 

You followed through with her request, telling her everything she has to know, and the woman paid attention to every word you said. And it feels odd having someone like her listen to a girl of your caliber. 

"-I'll sponsor you," She finalizes. 

You gape at her, "Really?"

"Of course, princess." You nearly threw yourself out of the chair as your hands gripped your purse as she continued: 

"You're a catch, Y/N." She admits with honesty brewing in her eyes, "And something tells me that you're someone who must be kept at high maintenance. And I'm here for it. You chose me out of all the women out there, and you chose well." 

Your face warms at her praise as Karina leans close, "So, pretty girl, will you be mine to spoil in return for your time?"

And who are you to deny her?

"Yes," You breathily answer, and the older woman approves with a wolfish grin. "Perfect,"

And speaking of perfect- 

"Excuse me, President Bae." The waiter returns with a tray of your ordered steaks. The older woman leans back, giving them space as they distribute your meal and your drinks. Setting it down on the table, he straightened up, but not without opening the wine and pouring it into her wine glass. 

"Do enjoy your meal," 

"Wait," Karina held up her hand, halting the server before reaching into her bag. Sliding a small roll of bills out, he pulled at least five of them free to hand over. "Thank you, President Bae." Judging by the way his smile brightened, it must've been an enormous amount as the server bows deeply before leaving.

Karina snaps you back to reality by motioning to your plate. "Dig in, sweetheart, and if you want to eat anything else, speak up - it's all on me." She grins as she picks up her glass by the stem and swirls it. You watch as the liquid sloshes while the woman inhales her wine before taking light sips and releasing a sigh of contentment. Noticing your stare, she snaps her gaze to yours. You quickly look away with pink dusting your cheeks, and the older woman's lips curl to a smirk. "Say, do you have plans this weekend?"

You bring your attention back to her, recounting your plans and finding none. 

"No, I don't have plans this weekend, Karina." You blink, "May I ask why?"

"You'll see," The raven-haired beauty grins, "Enjoy your dinner, Y/N." 

Your jaw slacks upon stopping before the boutique of Patek Philippe. Karina stands beside you and puts her hand on the small area of your back. Despite her coat hanging on your shoulders, a mild shiver runs down your spine. "Come, Y/N." She beckons gently as she leads you inside the boutique. 

You stand there while the retail clerk and your benefactor talk, unsure of what to contribute to their discussion, and finally, the sales clerk gestures a hand towards the three models displayed inside a glass casing. 

"There are only three of them in the world," She proudly begins, "And it just so happens that our branch won all three of them in the auction, President Bae." Karina turns to you with a kind smile, "Pick whatever you want, sweetheart." 

The sales clerk expectantly looks at you. You snap your head to the display of watches before looking back at Karina, "Is this okay with you?"

"Consider this a sign of our beneficial partnership, darling." She goes behind you. Your breath hitches as her snake past the coat and traverses to your waist, delicate yet firm as she presses her front against your back. Karina drops her voice an octave lower, sending goosebumps trailing in her wake as she husks: 

"So choose," 

Fuck, you bite your lower lip, trying to focus while the older woman's hands rest on your hips, gently squeezing them. 

 "That one," You stammer as you point to the two-toned watch. The older woman smirks from behind as she moves to the side, leaving your back cold and aching for her warmth. "Excellent choice, miss." The sales clerk grins before shifting her gaze to your benefactor. "I'll just prepare some paperwork, and then she can wear it." 

It didn't take long for the transaction to be processed. By the time the three of you reached the counter, Karina pulled out her wallet. You watch, as her well-manicured hand gracefully takes out a JP Morgan Reserve credit card made of laser-etched palladium and gold and hands it to the register. Seconds later, Karina's sitting while the retail clerk assists you with the watch. 

"There you go," The clerk beams while you study the accessory. 

Patek Philippe reinterprets the design of its most complicated wristwatch by offering it for the first time in a "two-tone" version combining white gold and rose gold, along with brown opaline dials. The watch is accompanied by white gold cufflinks featuring a brown opaline center adorned with a hand-guilloched hobnail pattern and a rose gold Calatrava cross. 

It's beautiful, elegant, and practical. 

"What do you think, Y/N?" You turn to the latter and smile warmly at her with gratitude swimming in your eyes. "It's beautiful. Thank you, Karina."

The wealthy woman returns your smile and stands up. She holds out her arm for you, beckoning for you to intertwine your hand on her arm, and you happily indulge her as she leads you to the exit with the clerk trailing behind and bowing as you two leave the store. You examine the watch again with a small smile dancing on your lips. 

"Beautiful," Karina praises, and you tear your eyes from your watch and lock eyes with the hazel-eyed beauty. "Yeah, it is beautiful."

"I mean you," She grins, and your cheeks warmed. "But yes, I agree the watch is beautiful." 

Bemused, you asked her: "Are you this flirty with someone you just met?"

The older woman shakes her head sideways, "No, pretty girl." You freeze as she reaches to brush a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. "I meant what I said." 

Eyes wide like a dear caught in headlights, your face flushes, and you clear your throat as you step back. Karina smirks, amused by your reaction, before looking at her wristwatch. 

"Oh, my," She returns her gaze to you. "Didn't you say that the university dorm closes at 10 PM?"

"Yes," Your stomach drops as you instinctively look at the time. 

9:35 PM

"Shit," You mutter under your breath. 

"I'll drive you there," She chimes as she reaches for her bag. "I'll call my secretary." 

Before you can say anything, she already has her secretary on the line. 

"Yes, we'll drive her back to Hanyang University." Karina turns to you, "It isn't safe for her to return there alone. Yes, we'll meet by the entrance of the hotel, have the car ready." With that, she ends the call and turns to you, and raises her arm, as if to escort you. "Come, Y/N. Our ride awaits." 

Elated, you intertwine your arm with hers as she leads you to the entrance of the Hotel Olympia's building, where a sleek black Rolls-Royce car is waiting with a short-haired brunette no older than twenty-seven leaning against the passenger door. 

"Good evening, Miss Bae." The secretary turns her head to you and regards you with a bow. "Miss Seol." 

Karina opens the passenger door for you. "Let's go, darling."

Twenty-three minutes later, Karina's car parked near the entrance of the university dorm. 

"Thanks again, Karina." You bashfully tell her as you take the coat off your shoulders and hand it back to her. The older woman takes it with a smile while her secretary focuses her eyes in front. And just before you open the door, your eyes widen as your body numbs as you turn to her, Karina tilts her head, her gorgeous face contorts with curiosity. "What is it, darling? Did you forget something?"

"No," You clear your throat, "No. I forgot to ask this earlier, but, what about your sister?"

She quirks a brow, bemused. "What about her, sweetheart?"

"What if she finds out?"

The older woman exhales softly and scooches next to you as she puts her hand behind your back. A mild shiver couldn’t help but run down your spine, thanks to her fingertips gliding along your exposed skin. You almost forgot that your dress was semi-backless. 

"I'll still sponsor you, darling." Her lips curl upward, "Our arrangement doesn't concern her. We're consenting adults aren't we?"

You nod in agreement and she pats your back gently, "Good. Oh, and before I forget, send me your bank account and other apps you use for monetary transactions in the morning, yeah?"

"I will," A grin escapes your lips as she retracts her hand, and you open the passenger door, but before closing it, Karina calls out to you. 

"Oh, and Y/N?"

"Yes?" You breathe as she leans close enough for you to see her lashes, "Have a nice evening. I had fun." 

"You too," You lean away, "I had fun too." When you finally close the door, you turn away from the vehicle and stride toward your dorm with a smile that is raised on its own on your lips. 

You curse as your phone pings with notifications of Karina sending you $50,000. 

"Woah," Ningning grins as she leans away with you as more students file through the lecture hall. "Told you it worked like a charm!" You mirror her grin as she playfully swats your arm and drops her voice to a whisper. "So, who is she?"

You drop your head, "The Hotel Magnate of Hotel Olympia." 

The latter's jaw slacked, "Karina?" She blinks, "As in Karina Bae? The half-sister of our dean?"

"Hush!" 

She gasps, "Holy shit, Y/N. What if her sister finds out?"

You rest the side of your face against your palm while the other hand toys with your pen. "She said she'll still sponsor me," A small smile curves your lips as you look at Ningning as you repeat Karina's words from last night: 

"Our arrangement doesn't concern her. We're consenting adults, aren't we?"

The latter hums as she takes out her MacBook, "So are you guys exclusive or?" Your brows furrowed. Come to think of it...you look down at your watch. "I don't know. I didn't specify." The ash-blonde-haired girl hums, "It's safe to assume that you are unless you clarify it." She boots up her device and frowns as your peer's chatter amplifies. 

"Professor Jung is late." 

Your brows raise as you turn to the vacant teacher's table, "That's a first." 

Ningning shrugs, "Doesn't matter. We have free time - wanna grab a coffee-"

"Settle down students!" An authoritative voice booms inside the lecture hall, immediately silencing them. Your body bristles as the dean's slender figure enters the classroom sporting a matching black pleat short jacket and slit skirt that reaches below her knees and black heels. 

"Holy shit," Ningning snickers as she turns to look at you while the dean puts her clicker atop the desk. "Since Professor Jung is dealing with a personal emergency, I will teach in his stead." She raises her head, and your eyes lock with hers for a brief moment. 

Your posture stiffens as she turns her body towards you, "Miss Seol, tell me, what was your last discussion with Mr. Jung?" 

Your friend nudges her elbow against yours. You shoot her a look before standing up while she hides her smile as you inform Irene of your last discussion with the professor. 

"Very well," She turns and clicks on the projector, "Thank you, Miss Seol. Be seated."

An inaudible sigh of relief leaves your lips as you sit down. Your friend leans close to you with a shit-eating grin as she whispers:

"Chill, Y/N, you look like a sinner sweating inside a church." 

You nudge her side and hiss quietly at her: "Shut up." she just stuck her tongue out to you and you roll your eyes at her in response as the dean's voice fills the lecture hall, continuing Professor Jung's lesson.

Thirty minutes in, and your phone vibrates inside your pocket. You sneakily take a peek to see who it was: 

Karina

And she was asking if you want to have lunch with her if you're not busy. 

You're not

You fought the urge to smile as you reply with yes. 

She'll pick you up ten minutes after your class with the dean. 

"Gigi invited me to have lunch with her," Ningning says as she gathers her things. "That means you have to find a replacement for me as your lunch buddy."

"It's fine," You tell her as you pack your things and sling them over your new bag. "Karina invited me to have lunch with her too."

"Nice," The latter grins. "So, see you after lunch?"

"See you after lunch."

"Oh," She snaps her head back to you. "Don't forget to ask if your arrangement is exclusive or not!"

A chuckle rumbles in your chest, "I will." And you make your separate ways. 

"Your sister will see you," You mused as you approach the older woman who was leaning against her Bentley. 

Karina pushed her Hugo sunglasses to her hair, giving her luscious locks a slid-back look. The raven-haired woman was wearing a black brushed ribbed-knit top with matching tailored sailor pants and boots. The fit complimented her lithe body. On the base of her neck is a golden chain necklace. 

The older woman grins as you stand a few feet away from her. "You make it sound like I'm your paramour." 

A small smile dances on your lips, "You just got off from work?"

"It's a slow day today at the office," Her hazel-colored eyes run down your body, "And I see that you got yourself a new look." 

You look down at your attire: white, monogram Jacquard cropped jeans, a plain white shirt, and ankle boots, all from Loius Vui, just like the attire of Karina. 

"Needed a fresh look," You tell her as you check out your attire. "You like it?"

"It suits you," She smiled before opening the passenger door for you. "Shall we get lunch?"

 "Well, isn't this a surprise," Karina mused while you and Ningning gaped at each other with her arm draped around who you presume is her benefactor: Giselle who's wearing a two-piece red suit and black heels. 

"Karina," Giselle regards before looking at you and smiling, "Y/N." 

Your benefactor turns to you, surprised. "You know each other?" 

"We're friends," Ningning interjects, "I'm roommates with Y/N. Giselle knows her through me." 

"I see," 

"Be seeing you two," The conglomerate looks at her sugar baby, "Let's go to our table." Before separating, Ningning sends you a wave while Karina leads you to your designated table with her hand pressed against the small area of your back. 

"Here you go, darling." She pulls out a seat for you before sitting across from you. "Order what you like. It's on me." She winks before a waiter comes and distributes the menu. 

"So," You clear your throat as soon as you say your orders to the waiter. Karina inclines her head to the side, waiting for you to continue. "Are we exclusive?"

The raven-haired woman arched a brow, and her expression hardens. "Do you plan on cheating on me if I say no?"

"What," You sputter as your arms frantically wave as if saying no. "No, I mean - I was just clarifying-"

"Yes," Karina's features soften with mirth, "Yes, darling. We're exclusive, so relax." 

"Oh," Your cheeks flush. 

"Why? Are you seeing someone?"

"No," You squeak. Your face burns as you clear your throat and straighten your posture as you repeat your answer: "No." 

"Very well," She toys with her utensils, and a wolfish smirk plays on her plump lips. "Has anyone told you that you look cute when you're flustered?"

Your face flushes, "No," 

"Then I'm the first," After some time, she drove you back to Hanyang University fifteen minutes before your next class begins.

"Thanks for the lunch," You tell the older woman as she brings you to the other entrance of the University. The latter hums, "My pleasure," Karina then clicks her tongue, "And Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"A little bird told me that you guys have a year-end party next week," Karina begins, "And that you'll have a three-day vacation after that due to the preparations for your university week, correct?"

"Yes," You confirm as you shift your weight on your other foot. "Why's that?"

The hazel-eyed beauty tilts her head sideways, "I was wondering if you'd like to spend those days with me in Japan. I have a business convention in one of my hotels in Tokyo." She tells you with her arms folded behind her back. 

A vacation with a drop-dead gorgeous woman? How could you say no to her when she's asking you so nicely?

"I'd love to," You beam at her, and her features glow. 

"Wonderful. You have plenty of time to prepare until then..." She trails off as she approaches you and takes your hand. 

You incline your head to the side, watching her with intent before your eyes widen, your cheeks dust pink, and your skin tingles as she presses her lips against the knuckles of your fingers. 

"Be seeing you," Karina whispers as she lets go. But before you enter the main building, your sugar mommy calls out your name.

"Yes?"

"Call me 'Jimin' next time we meet," She graces you with an award-winning smile. "'Karina' sounds cold coming from you, darling. So call me Jimin instead."

"Okay then, Jimin."

With that, you enter the main building.

"Woah," Ningning snorts, "She invited you to a business convention with her in Tokyo?"

You hum as you browse through a fine selection of clothing. 

"In Tokyo?" Your friend repeats, and you give her a look, "Yeah? What about it?"

"Oh, nothing," She leans against the pillar and smirks, "It's just that you two seem to hit it off, I guess." You spare a glance at her, "Why? Did Aeri invite you to a vacation with her?"

"Yep," 

A snort leaves your nostrils, "Then that makes two of us." 

"Yeah," She concedes with a sigh as she begins to look for her new clothes. "You're right. What was the theme of our year-end party again?"

"Las Vegas-esque," You click your tongue, "I don't know, as long as we dress like the people attending casinos, we're fine." 

"So, we're supposed to dress like sluts, then?"

You and Ningning snap your heads at each other before letting out a laugh. "No!" You rebutted, "We're supposed to dress like new money or something." 

"Oh," She bobs her head, "Right."

"If you want to look like someone who goes to a casino," A steely, feminine voice interjects. You and Ningning straighten your backs as you slowly turn around to face Irene Bae, the dean of your college department. 

"I suggest you wear semi-formal attire." She turns her gaze to your friend. "And not dress inappropriately, Miss Ning Yizhou." 

"Good afternoon, Miss Bae." You and your friend say in unison as you bow to her. "At ease, ladies." 

"Sorry about that, Miss Bae." The ash-blonde hair sheepishly remarks before the dean softens her sharp features with a small smile. "I see that you've already chosen your attire, Ningning." She moves her head in your direction, causing you to lock eyes with obsidian-hued crevices. Your back feels as if someone brushed a cold hand against your skin. 

"What about you, Miss Seol?"

"Oh," You sputter as you feel small beneath her gaze. "I haven't picked one yet, Miss Bae."

The older woman hums, "If I may," She strides forward. Both you and Ningning instinctively make way for the older woman as she picks an outfit for you: A oversized, double-breasted jacket in vinyl leather and a gold belt. But despite that, you focus on her proximity and how her subtle but expensive perfume fills your nostrils. Intoxicating. 

"Try these," She coaxes, "But this is only my suggestion, Miss Seol." 

You tentatively take it from the latter, "Thank you, Miss Bae." 

"A pleasure," She looks at your watch. You fight the urge to hide it as an approving smile graces her lips. 

"Nice watch, Y/N. No wonder why there's only two of the same model left." She raises her arm and pulls back her sleeve to show you the black variation of the watch. "I have the second-to-the-last model." Irene grins, the sight surprising you. "I suppose that you and I share the same pleasures in life." 

"You and me, both." You agree with a steady smile. The older woman regards you and your friend. "I best be going now. You ladies enjoy." 

"Goodbye, Miss Bae." Ningning bows, and you follow her example. Once she's out of earshot, the latter turns to you with her lips curling upward t a smirk. "So, you're going to try her suggestion?"

You raise the pair before looking back at her. "I think I will. I mean, have you seen the way she dresses?" Your friend agrees, "Alright, try it, and I'll give you my feedback."

"Thanks, Ning." 

"Holy shit - Y/N, is that you?" You snap your head as Yeji's voice fills your ears despite the EDM music blasting over the speakers.

"Yeji!" You return her greeting as she approaches you and Ningning. The older girl wore a white tweed suit and heels. "Geez, girl." The chestnut-haired girl scours you from head to toe, "You look amazing!"

"Have you seen yourself in the mirror?" You counter, and she playfully hits your shoulder, "Yeah - but seriously, you look good."

"Thanks," You wink at her before she pats your shoulder, "I see Lia at the other end of the room. If you wanna drink and hang with us, our table is open." 

"Duly noted," You tell her before she nods her head and then leaves to join her group. While waiting for Ningning to arrive at the party, you mingled with your peers with a mocktail in your hand. Despite it being a year-end party, alcoholic drinks are still prohibited. 

"Finally!" You exasperated upon seeing a familiar face. Ningning rolls her eyes at you as you hand her a drink. "I thought you aren't going to show up." 

"And waste the outfits we bought for this party?" She scoffs, "No fucking way. You look good, by the way. Miss Bae has good taste." 

"I agree," You nudge her by the arm. "Yeji told me I looked amazing earlier, too." The latter cranes her neck, "What is it?" She snaps her attention back to you, "Oh, nothing." Then, Ningning smirks. "It's just that you've gained some attention." 

"The good kind, I hope?" You follow her example; indeed, Ningning's right. You've attracted stares from your peers. 

"Can't blame them though," She shrugs, "You've been wearing pants and trousers for the whole semester. The sight's refreshing." 

A scoff leaves your lips, "I feel like I'm giving the 'ugly duckling' effect." 

"So about your arrangement with Karina," A hum reverberates from your chest, "Did you clarify?"

"Jimin and I are exclusive," You sip your drink, and the beverage smoothly runs down your throat; you sigh. "Speaking of, are you and Aeri exclusive?"

"Yep," She emphasizes the 'P', "Gigi made it clear the moment we first met." 

"Hey, you're Y/N, right?" 

Ningning stands close to you. Her expression sharpens as she whispers: "Oh no, a man is approaching." 

"Who?" 

"Beats me," She whispers back. "I ain't leaving you." 

"Thanks,"

"Excuse me?"

"Hello," You greet him with a clipped tone as a stranger approaches you. The first thing that strikes you is how strong his perfume smelled. Oh, god.

"You're Y/N, right? From Professor Jung's class?"

"Yes?" 

He grins and takes a step close. You instinctively step back while Ningning observes him with her purse ready. "I was wondering if you girl want to join our table?"

Ha! No, thank you. But your friend spoke on your behalf.

"No thanks," She grabs your arm, "We're okay right where we are." 

"It'll be fun," He tries, and you hide your shudder as your skin prickles under his gaze. Your posture bristles as you drape your arm around Ningning's waist. "No, thank you." 

He is about to say something when another voice chimes in from behind. Cold, steely, and cutting. But vaguely familiar. 

"Are we interrupting something?"

On cue, all three heads snap to no other than the Bae siblings. But your focus is on Karina, whose expression's harsh, and her gaze: piercing, and dare you to say hostile?

"Good evening, Miss Bae," All three bow before the two powerful women, "I'll get going now," The guy sheepishly excuses himself, and your benefactor's face softens, but that was cut short when her haze-colored eyes traverse on your attire - did her eyes just darken?

"Miss Bae, what brings you to the year-end party?" 

"Karina and I just finished discussing matters regarding University Week. She'll help sponsor the program." 

"Oh," Karina's lip curled upward while she ran her eyes up and down your body, sending goosebumps in her wake. "That's right. And my, Y/N. You look ravishing." 

"Thanks," You breathe to calm your nerves as you fought to say her name. Did Irene arch a brow between you and Karina? Or was it just the strobing effect of the lights in the venue? You mentally shake your head sideways as you focus on another fact that the sisters look good - Karina looks good - ravishingly beautiful. The woman wore a soft white double lapel slashed cropped jacket finished with a single button fastening matching a soft white asymmetric mini skirt and platform thigh-high black boots. And to finish off the look, she styled her hair damp and slid it back with Bulgari rings adorning her well-manicured hands. 

"I chose that attire for her," Irene chimes and Karina snaps her attention to her older sister before raising a brow at you. You chose to ignore it. 

"I see," Karina notes absentmindedly, "No wonder I spot a change in style," she adds with a tone you can't decipher. 

"Hey, Y/N!" Yeji's voice interjects before she gets cut off by another voice:

"Oh - they're with the dean-"

"It's fine," Irene raises an open palm, "We'll be on our way." 

Oh...

Karina sends you a coy smile before leaving with her older sister, leaving your eyes to trail after her as they disappear from view. 

"Damn," You whisper while Ningning snickers, "Easy girl, we can't have the floor all slippery with you drooling after her." 

"Oh, shut up." You hiss at her while Yeji and Lia invite you and Ningning to their table. 

"Excuse me, ladies," You announce, "But I need to go to the comfort room." 

"Want me to go with you?"

You held up a hand, "No thanks, I can manage." 

Yeji nods in understanding while Ningning chatters with Yuna. 

The door creaks open as you enter the clean CR to check on your appearance. Not long after, another woman enters the CR, but you didn't bother to raise your head to see until you feel two slender arms snake around your waist, pressing your back against her strong front as her voice fills the room:

"I didn't know that you and my sister saw each other." You hastily turn away from the sink as Jimin's slender figure stands in front of you, your back pressed against the marble sink. 

"Easy, darling." She purrs, "It's me,"

"Jimin," Your breath hitches as the woman before you smirk in delight. 

"I said it once, and I'll say it again," She leans dangerously close to your face. You hold your breath as her perfume fills your nose, "You look ravishing, darling. Exquisite too, if I may," Your hands grip her arms as she continues:

"But the next time you go shopping, call me." Her cold breath fans against the skin of your face. "I'll make time for you." 

Shit, she's too close - you can't think!

You instinctively lean away with your heart ramming harshly against your ribcage, "I will," You fought the urge to slap yourself for the way your voice sounded. "You look beautiful, Jimin. Nice touch on the hair." 

A grin escapes her lips, "I knew that you were attending. I had to dress to impress you, baby." 

"And I am," You tell her breathlessly as she pins you gently against the sink as she moves her head to the side of your face, her breath fans against the outer lobe of your ear, eliciting a shudder from you. 

"But I don't think I can leave you alone tonight, sweetheart. Especially when they have their eyes on you." She moves her head to your neck, her lips brush against your skin, and you bite your lip to prevent an embarrassing sound from coming out. 

"Shall I do something about it?" Your hoarsely suggested, and the older woman chuckles. "You can indulge me, pretty girl." 

A gasp leaves your lips as she pecks the side of your neck. Your skin thrums at the action as your hands shamelessly traverse to her back, flushing her against you, eliciting a dark chuckle from the woman's lips as her other hand goes up to your neck, then at the back of your skull where she takes a handful of your hair and gently pulls it back, your look up at her, eyes dark and glazed.

"I know I have such an effect on you, darling." She rasps, her voice an octave lower. "I'll be blunt, baby. I want you the moment I saw you in Bicena Olympia." 

Your lungs betray you as the latter presses her hips against yours. "Will you grant me this?"

Not trusting your words, you give the simplest form of reply by pecking the corner of her lips. Jimin returns it by locking her plump lips against yours, swallowing your cries of delight before pulling away, her hazel-colored eyes dark, almost abysmal as her sister's. 

"I'm taking you home," She gasps, and you don't have a problem with it. 

Of course, the Hotel Magnate would be staying at the penthouse of her hotel. And that same hotel magnate has her legs spread with you in between. Karina's skirt and boots are haphazardly discarded somewhere on the floor, while your double-breasted blazer jacket is loose. 

Her hair was strewn beautifully all over her pillows a blissful moan leaves the older woman's lips as you lap her juices. Her hand grips your hair, eliciting a hum from you as she rocks her hips against your tongue. Your hands fist the sheets as you flatten your tongue to let her do as she wishes and groan when your nose bumps against her clit. 

"Fuck, keep going, baby." She purrs, "You do me so well - fuck!" She drops her head against her soft pillows; a groan leaves your lips as her walls squeeze your tongue and your hips rut against the mattress, hoping for some friction, but Karina tugs on your hair as a warning. You obey your mistress as your lips traverse from her core to her clit and bite it. The hazel-eyed goddess sighs in satisfaction. 

She's close, by the telltale signs of her fluttering walls, and a surge of wetness touches your tongue, and you didn't hesitate to lap her essence until her thighs shake from overstimulation - that's when you pull away and rest your cheek against your thigh while you squirm as your arousal dampens your underwear - and it's starting to become uncomfortable. 

"Good girl," She praised and caressed the top of your head. "I will reward you." Karina presses a kiss against your forehead. 

"Stay here," She whispers, "I'll get something, okay?"

"Yes," You pant as the latter slips away gracefully, and while she's away for a moment, you inhale her scent in the sheets and sigh blissfully. She smells divine. 

The bathroom door opens, and you look up to see Karina standing - naked, allowing you to see her lithe physique. Her body is carved with perfection. Your eyes travel lower and - your jaw slacks. Trapped to her hips was a strap. 

A double-ended strap. 

Karina's eyes ate you up predatorily as she stalks towards you, but your eyes were focused on the long, thick strap between her legs. You watch, slacked-jawed as she sits on the bed with her back against the headboard. Her hazel-colored eyes glaze with lust as she rakes her eyes at your figure. 

"Strip," She commands, and you didn't need to be told twice as you quickly, haphazardly discard your clothes, leaving them to flood her marble floors. "Good girl," She purrs as her slender hand pats her thigh. "Now come to me." 

You oblige by crawling to her. Your cunt flutters due to exposure as you crawl towards your mistress with hooded eyes, Karina watches you intently as you straddle her strong thighs, hands on her shoulders while the pads of her fingers dance around your hips while her lips press butterfly kisses around the pillar of your neck before going behind your ear:

"Ride me,"

Say less

With a puff of your breath, Karina helps you align your sopping cunt to her faux cock. The latter grunts as you slowly sink into her thick cock. You bounce up and down, pussy rubbing against hers as you dig your nails against Karina's shoulders, hearing the older woman hiss, you loosened your grip, muttering: "Sorry-"

She cuts you off by flushing you against her and thrusting her hips, faces contorting with pleasure, and her lips curl to a wolfish smirk when your lips let out streams of moans. 

"It's okay, baby - oh fuck. Keep doing it. Ride me, harder." 

"Fuck," You mewl as your hips meet her thrusts, your jaw drops into an 'O' shape as your release a particular squeal that has Karina groaning and caresses your ass before she spanks it roughly, emitting a whimper from your mouth as you hide your head in the crook of her neck while her lips attack your neck by sucking. Walls clenching and throbbing around her, you were so slick and wet that your juices dripped down on her thighs. 

"Yeah, just like that." Karina gasps, letting out a guttural moan as the other side of the strap digs against her clit. Karina thrusts her hips upward in motion with yours, fucking you hard and deep that your vision grew irregular as a strange pressure grows on your stomach, your insides pulsing and tingling - you're close.

"Karina," You mewl, and you press yourself harder against her, your position coming off as intimately close. "I'm close - please-"

"Keep going," She growls, pounding into you harder to the point that her thrusts are shallow. Both bodies are covered in a thick sheen of sweat as beads of exertion form on both your foreheads. The smell of perfume and sex permeates in the air accompanied by sinful noises coming from you and the older woman. 

The pressure grows strong inside of you, losing all inhibition as you kiss the older woman - searingly, all-consuming as she swallows your moans. Her arms snake around you, pulling you impossibly closer to her hot body as you come undone with a gnawing urge to say something - call out the title the woman deserves. 

But you refuse at the embarrassing possibility, so instead, you pull away and bite her shoulder, earning you a moan from the older woman as she cums. Both ends of the strap are covered with your juices as her hips stutter. 

Fire consumes your body as you lift your head from her shoulder and gently kiss the mark you left on the woman before resting your head on the crook of her neck, both chests heaving harshly for breath while your mistress brushes a hand against your back. 

You lean away from her, and you're greeted with an equally spent Karina whose lips curl to a satisfied smirk. "Do you want me to clean you up?"

You shook your head sideways, not wanting to leave her arms. 

"Very well," She pecks your lips as she grabs the duvet with her other hand to cover your lower parts without pulling out of you. She adjusted the both of you while her faux cock stays inside you, coaxing a soft moan out of you as she whispers in your ear: 

"Sleep, pretty girl. We have a flight to catch tomorrow."

"I'll take a shower," You said. 

"And I'll join you," Karina said, "It'll be faster." She said.

Well...

The bathroom echoes with your shared moans as the older woman plows into you with utter control as she presses you firmly against the marble wall. 

You don't know how long you two were at it. All you could do was claw Karina's back in pure bliss as water runs down your bodies. 

"Shit," Karina mewls, "Fuck, baby. You're so tight!" She emphasizes by roughly pounding into you as the other end of the dildo rubs against her walls deliciously, causing you to throw your head back against the wall. 

Despite the running water, it doesn't conceal the sounds of obscene activity you and the older woman are doing. 

You cry out and wrap your arms around her shoulders as she hits the spot that makes you see stars. You dig your heels against her ass, forcing her to thrust deeper into you. Her faux cock blissfully rubs against your walls as she fucks you into the wall. 

"Are you close?" She moans when you kiss her Adam's apple before forcing your head against the wall with her other hand. "Answer me, pretty girl." 

"Yes," You whine and clench your walls for good measure. 

Karina's hips stutter before she pistons her hips at a harsh pace that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head with profanities befalling from your lips. 

The older woman watches you with carnal delight as you writhe under her ministrations. 

You look so pliant, so exquisite - hers. 

The hazel-eyed beauty bristles with feverish desire as she combs her damp hair with her free hand, giving her a messy, slid-back look that makes her devastatingly attractive before she puts her hand back on your hips, keeping you still as she bullies your cunt with her cock. 

"Close," You cry out, "Oh - so close-" There's that urge again, and you refuse it by kissing the older woman who returns it with equal energy as you cum so hard it's blinding. 

Your entire body goes slack, and Karina holds you up with her hands caressing your hips slowly. 

"You okay?" She bemused before pecking your bare shoulder. 

"I don't think I can walk," You mumble as you close your eyes. Karina hums and rests her head against your hammering chest. A whimper leaves your lips as Karina shifts her hips with the strap still lodged inside you. Karina coos in your ear encouragingly, rubbing your hips to ease you, and pulls the strap out with a wet squelch. 

"Fuck," You moan as the strap slips out of you. Your beaten walls ring with sensitivity, and you can't tell if it's better or worse now that Karina pulled out. 

"Did I do too much?" She whispers as she holds you securely. Her touch is gentle and soothing as she caresses your back and waist. 

"Maybe?" You cheekily reply, "I was too busy enjoying it to notice." 

This elicits a grin from the older woman as she pecks your lips. "I'll carry you back into the room. We have a flight to catch at 6 PM."

"Thanks," You sigh as you wrap your arms around the latter and flush against her warm body as she brings you to her room. 

The trip to Tokyo was smooth sailing. 

The older woman always had her arm on the small area of your back whenever you go out together, even during her meetings with clients and investors. There's never a dull moment with your sugar mommy. You exit the stores carrying bags of Gucci, YSL, and Loius Vui. Designer brands? You name, you have it!

These shopping sprees paired with dinners at the finest restaurants in the city had you ready to give Karina what she wanted: you. 

Not that you minded. Especially when Karina gives you mind-blowing orgasms; you'd let her do anything to you, even slip a vibrator inside you without any chances of coming undone.

You bite your lower lip to suppress a whine as the device edges you once again. Your hands grip the utensils while Karina talks with one of her loyal clients with a dangerous gleam dancing in her eyes. Your walls clench around the vibrator, your arousal dampening your underwear. You can only hope that it won't stain your dress. Your thighs quiver whenever you move as the vibrator strikes deeper, forcing you to bite into your pasta to prevent an embarrassing moan from leaving your lips. 

Hot and bothered, you shakily reach for a glass of water as Karina turns to look at you, her carnal delight hiding behind the mask of faux curiosity. 

"How about you, darling? Do you like the food Chef Nakamoto made?"

"Yes," You say through gritted teeth as Karina adjusts the dial to 'high'. 

"Well," Sakura, the client, chimes with a warm smile. "I enjoyed the dinner. I'll have my secretary have the documents ready by tomorrow. Thank you, Miss Bae." 

Karina stands up, and you follow her example as you three bow together and head back to her penthouse suite. 

The balcony allows you to have a good view of Tokyo's city lights. Aside from the pool, there's also a canopy bed good for a couple a few feet from the pool. 

You hold on to one of the railings as Karina leads you by the pool while the device vibrates inside you. You grip her hand, garnering the attention of the former as you look at her with pleading eyes. 

"Can I cum, please, Karina?" You begged, "I can't hold it any longer." 

God, begging is so unbecoming.

But the older woman replies with a vile smirk as she raises your hand to her lips. "It entices you, doesn't it?" She sneers, "Being denied over and over again in public." 

"Karina-"

"Easy, princess." She chuckles as you clench your thighs together. "Why don't you join me in the pool tonight, hm? The moon looks nice." 

You swallow hard and nod, not trusting your words as the woman pecks your lips. "Your swimsuit is in the living room, and meet me in the pool once you're dressed."

"Okay," you whisper against her lips before she walks past you. 

With shaky legs, you enter the living room and fetch the swimsuit that lay atop the cushioned settee, and changed in one of Karina's bathrooms with the vibrator still inside you. 

Upon reaching the pool, Karina's already in the pool with her hand securing the stem of her wine glass. The woman is wearing a goddamn revealing swimwear, backless and sexy, giving you a good view of her amazing back view. 

"There you are," She turns around with a smirk. "I thought you took care of your inconvenience in the living room." 

You shake your head sideways while the low hum of the vibrator squelches inside of you. "I could never do that when you can do it better." 

She guffaws and pats the ledge of the pool. "Sit. You've been a good girl." 

You oblige and sit on the ledge of the pool as Karina makes her way to you. The pool sloshes at her movements as she stops before your closed thighs. She places her drink on the ledge before using both hands to pry your thighs apart. You breathe in her scent as she comes closer, glazed hazel eyes watching your faces as one of her fingers moves the rim of your swimwear and underwear, eliciting a soft mewl from you as the pads of her digits play with your slick folds. 

"Look at that," She bemused, "You're so wet." 

And she pulls out the vibrator, eliciting a moan from you as she turns the device off and puts it on the ledger. The older woman kisses the inner area of your thigh before pulling away to sit on the shallow side of the pool. 

"Join me," She coaxes, and you didn't need to be told twice as you drop to the pool, the cold, yet oddly satisfying water soothes you as you swim towards the older woman who has her arms resting on the ledges. She uses one hand to beckon you closer and sit on her lap. 

Your slick rubs against her skin and mixes with the water while you keep your hands to your sides, unsure of the outcome if you allow yourself to touch her. 

Karina inclines her head as she snakes both arms around your waist, pressing you firmly against her lean body. "It's okay," She whispers and assaults your neck with butterfly kisses. "You can touch me, baby." 

A sigh escapes your lips as you play with the ends of her hair while ignoring the throbbing in your core. 

Karina's hand caresses your back, "You've been a good girl, aren't you?" She inhales your scent and sighs. You've been wearing her signature scent for the entirety of the vacation, marking you as hers. 

She pulls you for a soft, sensual kiss. Her lips are plump and warm as it molds and moves against yours. Your hands cling to her nape. Her hands move freely against your straddled figure while your thighs trap her below you. A deep rumble echoes from her chest as your bodies begin to heat up with desire. 

You kiss her until your lungs burned. 

And when you feel your lungs constricting, you pull away with batted breath. 

"Keep up with me, darling." She teased, "I'm going to reward us both." 

Before you can ask, her hand goes down to your pelvis and moves the fabric aside, and thrusts three fingers into you.

You arch against her, moaning in sinful delight for receiving what she had been denying you for hours.

"Fuck!" You mewl as her other hand grabs the back of your hair and pulls it back, leaving your neck open and vulnerable for her as she sucks on every exposed expanse of your skin until it changes to a hue of light pink that'll turn to blue, green and wine-like stains the next morning. 

"So sensitive," She teases, and you clench your walls in retaliation earning a soft gasp from her as more of your slick exits your folds. 

"So drenched," She adds as she deepens her digits, earning her another moan from you as you allow your head to fall on her broad shoulder as she fucks her fingers into you. Your nails dig into her skin as she increases her pace, and the pool sloshes with your ministrations as you roll your hips against her hand. 

It didn't take long for her to rub a spongey area of your walls - your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you come undone unannounced. 

"That's a good girl," Karina praises as she helps you ride your high and gently nips your neck. "I hope you're not too spent yet, darling." She rasps as she licks your jaw, making you whine before pulling away and kissing you gently. 

"Come," Karina helps you get up and situates you on the ledge as she grabs a towel stationed near you and wipes your skin dry before reaching your legs. She parts them, eliciting a mewl from you as she lightly dabs the mess you left in between your legs. 

"Easy, baby." The Hazel-eyed goddess grins, "We're not done yet." Teasingly, she cups your cunt, making your thighs slightly jump at her soaked hand and shooting you a wink when you whined. 

Karina's touches are soft, teasing, and sensual. 

And it's driving you crazy as she helps you slip out of the pool and to the canopy bed. 

She laid you gently against the sheets while she took off her swimsuit and disappeared inside. Minutes later, she comes out with a strap harnessed in between her legs, gesturing for your clothes to be removed.

You clumsily take the swimwear off your skin, leaving it on the floor as the woman joins you. 

Karina perches her knee on top of the soft mattress and crawls toward you like a lioness cornering her prey. The sinews of her muscle showed as she looms above you, her toned arms cage your sides, and her legs caged yous. Unabashed, you look at her lips before raising your head to capture them. You release yourself from the towel and latch onto her back. The black-haired woman moans and presses you against the mattress as she kisses you with an all-consuming passion. Karina's hands glide to your wrist and pin them to the sides of your head as she grinds her faux cock against your seeping cunt. 

Your sugar mommy pulls away and attacks the expanse of your neck with kisses that morph into generous bites. You close your eyes and allow your head to fall on the soft pillows. 

Your hips jut against hers - the older woman bites your collar in return as her arousal drips down her thighs. 

"On your stomach," She commands. You obey.

"Hips up," Karina growls. You obeyed, allowing her to see your swollen cunt that was already dripping with arousal. "Good girl," She purred and slapped your folds, making you cry out as more of your essence dripped down.

The older woman uses your slick to coat her cock before looming above you, her hands trapping you on opposite sides before her right hand moves to your neck, applying pressure, causing you to gasp and jut your hips at her dildo. 

Karina's other hand digs her nails against your neck, making you hiss in both pleasure and pain as she thrusts her entire length. The head easily parts your folds as she glides into you with one swift motion, impaling you entirely with her cock. The sheer girth of her shaft spreads your cunt until your walls are stretched thin around her length. You find yourself screaming in a mix of pain and erotical delight as you claw the sheets and you gasp for air, practically winded by the first thrust. Compared to her fingers, you feel full. Your walls fluttered, pulsing around her as Karina sets a brutal pace.

"Karina," You cry out as her hand leaves your neck and kisses your shoulder. Her hips hit the curvature of your ass. You can feel her abs flex and stiffen at her pace. 

"Y/N," She moans, holding you down by your shoulders as she jackhammers inside you while the bulb presses into her walls. You both feel hot and dripping in sweat as she meets every roll of your hips. Your head falls against the pillows, letting the older woman have her way with you as her lips chase your neck and bite your skin, making you cry out as she spanks you. 

"Mine," She growls against your ear and gently bites it. "You're mine, baby. Do you understand?"

Your cunt clamps vigorously, sweat finally dripping from your temple as lust has finally taken over you, moaning with abandon, your mixed juices now trailing down your thighs, body covered in both sweat and Karina's marks. 

Her patience runs thin, and she thrusts harshly, "Answer me, pretty girl. Do you fucking understand?"

Your stomach coils, and your arms shake under her thrusts as she keeps her body close to yours. 

"Yes - mommy." 

Oh shit

You hope she didn't hear you. 

The older woman digs her nails into your hips, pounds becoming more desperate, feral. Her hands grope any skin available for her as her need for release pushes her closer to the edge. 

You aren't far behind her, either.

And she knows this, too. 

The way your stomach coils and twists, toes curling, back arching, and your moans were high-pitched, sobs choked, and your mewls were breathy as she begins to thrust with abandon, you drop your head as you cry out her title, incensed by your wails, her pace inhumanly fast and-

You let out a loud moan as you felt her cock brush your g-spot, making your back arch against her front. A vile grin breaks into Karina's lips as she repeatedly aims the spot, making your arms weak and your thighs quiver with every penetrative slam. Moan after moan leaves your lips.

"Are you close?"

"Yes," You whimper with your eyes closed. A broken sob escapes your lips when her teeth dig against your nape, sending shocks of pleasure shooting right through you. 

"Repeat my title, baby." She rasps. 

What?

"Mommy," She clarifies, "Call me mommy when I fuck you." 

So she did hear...

"Are you close?" She repeats. Another broken sob leaves your lips as you replay to her: "Yes, mommy - fuck, I'm so close."

Karina bends down to press a kiss on your marked shoulder before stilling her hips as you cum. Your walls fluttered as the older woman cums too. 

She drops her head against your nape, and her warm breath fans your sensitive skin as her arm wraps gently around yours. Swallowing thickly, she pulls out. 

You let out a frail moan as more of your cum leaks out of your abused cunt. The older woman delicately helps you lay on your back, finally allowing you to see her. 

Karina looks beautiful in the afterglow of sex, her pristine appearance is slightly flushed, and her lips are swollen. 

"Can you do one more for mommy?" She murmurs as she maps your face with light kisses. 

And who are you to deny her? You cup her face and peck her plump lips. "Use me, mommy."

A smirk breaks past her pretty lips. "Hips up," She gently commands. You obey her and raise your hips, wincing at the sore feeling that shoots in your hips. Karina quickly places a pillow underneath your hips as her lips find yours, consuming you again.

Your hands circle her neck as you give in to her kiss, hands gripping themselves on your waist, pressing you hard on her bed as if to keep your scent there, and moaning softly when your tongue breaches into her mouth. 

The older woman grinds her pelvis against yours, smearing your thighs with your juices as her lips latch onto your neck, biting her marks, making you roll your eyes to the back of your skull as shocks of pleasure ripple through you.

Sheer libido sticks in the air as she pushes herself inch by inch. Nails digging against the skin of her back; a breathy mewl breaks past your lips, and the sting of sensitivity ripples through you. Karina hides her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as she further pushes herself deeper, indulging in your moans. 

"Mommy's got you," She coaxes, and her hips begin to move. 

Gasping at the intrusion as she pounds into you with newly-found vigor, your body falls limp, allowing her to use you as she further spreads your legs apart to create more room for her to fuck herself into you, her pace bristling with need. 

"Ah-fuck!" You cry out with ecstasy when she impulsively bites the center of your neck.

Your mistress growls and pulls away with a wolfish grin on her lips as she snaps her lips with need. 

The dark-haired goddess suddenly slows her pace, pulling out until the bulbous head remains, before slamming right back in, and a wanton moan befalls your lips, eyes closing and mouth agape, letting out your sounds of moans of delirium, and Karina is incensed by this and angles her hips in a particular fashion that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, whimpering "Mommy" on the lobe of her ear, driving her insane and increases the power of her thrusts, rutting into you whilst you litter her neck with kisses, all the while leaving red vertical lines on her strong back.

You could practically hear the bed mimicking your trembling legs beneath the older woman as your cunt takes her. The squelching sounds add to the symphony between the two of you. 

The older woman growls and presses you harder, fucking you to her bed, hips snapping back and forth, teeth gritted, beads of sweat rolling down her temple, strands of hair falling to the side of her perfectly sculpted face. 

You pull her close to you, legs trembling as they wrap around her waist, attempting to pull her closer and giving Karina the advantage of pushing her cock deeper inside your weeping walls, hitting your bundle of nerves.

"That's it, baby." The hazel-eyed beauty grunts with effort, her pace merciless, forcing you upward so that she has to wrap her arms around you to keep you in place. 

"You're taking mommy so well." 

Tenderly, she cups your jaw and massages your cheek, startling you as her hips are in contrast to her hand.

"You belong to me now, love." She whimpers as you jut your hips. "Say it, that you belong to me." 

"I belong to you, mommy." You whimpered, causing the woman above you to close her eyes, heart fluttering upon hearing the sound of her title falling perfectly from your lips. "I-I'm close, please, please don't stop."

"I won't," She prompts softly, hitting deeper, the sensation rippling within you overwhelms your body. You're pushed over the edge with a sob as your body racks with pleasure; another orgasm crashes through you like a truck as you fall limply, squirting around her cock. 

But she keeps fucking into you. 

"Mommy," You mewl as you try to pry her off. "Too much," 

"One more," She pants, "Give me one more, love. Can you do that - fuck - for me?"

You can't, your legs feel like lead, your body is already covered with sweat and marks, and your lower region felt like it was about to split in half. But in determination to please your mistress, you nod, with tears welling in your eyes before she moves her hips at a smooth, steady pace. You cry out as the ring of sensitivity and overstimulation shoots in your cunt as she takes you raw, your eyes already spilling with tears as her speed picks up, pulling her closer until your bodies feel like molding together. 

Karina slaps your clit, making you jolt and cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

She kisses you feverishly; she swallows your whimpers as she doubles the pace, making your back arch against her front. 

You cry out helplessly as she throws your legs over her shoulder, allowing her to hit much deeper spots within you and running with effort as her pace becomes sloppy, both walls painfully throbbing for release as your broken moans fuel her and the thin line between pain and pleasure blurred as she stuffs you with her cock. 

"More," You panted and clawed her back for leverage. "I'm so close, mommy. So, so close." 

"You like that, hm?" She pants and moans softly when your stomach bulges from her thrusts. "Like it when mommy fucks you senseless? Treat you like a fuckdoll?"

You screamed as her tip kissed your cervix. You tangled your hand around her locks and tugged it harshly, making Karina hiss and speeds to a despearate pace. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as the tip keeps kissing your cervix, drawing you closer to your impending orgasm. 

You latch your lips around her neck, sucking and biting her collarbones, and her hoarse moans fill your ears as you bite her Adam's apple, feeling her stutter in her thrusts and punishing you for it by drilling into you at a bruising pace, your vision hazy, your body heavy, skin covered by a veil of sweat as your hands grab onto her biceps or anything that will anchor you from her frantic pace, the skin on your inner thighs burning from the contact, dragging her fake cock in and out of your quivering folds. 

Small hips jutting in sharp precision that she flaunts whenever she has a chance, she palms your cheeks, tilting your head up for a kiss, tangibly tender and sensual compared to her pace. The older woman kisses you gently while fucking you senselessly. 

The coil in your stomach suddenly snaps with the tension, and then comes the onslaught of immense white-hot ecstasy, curling, and roaring like a beast in your stomach, the pressure between your legs immeasurably high. You clamp around her one last time, vision blackening as she throws you to your orgasm, blinding you until it consumes you whole, and you're shaking ferociously.

Karina bites your shoulder and comes hard with a harsh shudder. You held onto her tightly. Lungs panted for batted breath as she cradles you, prepping her kisses all over your face and brushing the stray strands of hair behind your ear as you tremble in her arms. 

"Sh," She coaxes, "I got you. You did so well." She pressed another kiss on your lips, allowing you to anchor yourself into her. "Hang on, baby. I'll carry you to the bed inside, okay?"

Throat raw from moaning and screaming, you nod, and the woman carries you effortlessly without pulling out. You tighten your arms around her, feeling her against your walls as she carried you inside your private quarters. 

She lay you gently against the bed and gently pulls out from your battered walls, and throws the toy somewhere in the room as she lays beside you, her arms automatically finding yours as she flips you so you can be on top of her while the other hand reaches for the sheets so she can keep you warm. 

"Thank you," You croaked as you rest your head against her chest and inhaled her soft scent. 

Karina returns your gratitude with a soft kiss against your forehead and rubs your back softly, lulling you into sleep. But not without hearing her raspy voice:

"Goodnight, darling. And thank you for indulging me." 

"Here we are," Karina parks the car near the university's main building. You tear your gaze away from the window and towards your provider. 

"Thanks, Karina." You lean and peck her cheek before exiting the car. 

"Wait," The latter calls out and follows after you. The ends of her coat dance in the wind as Karina stands beside you. "I'll escort you there." It wasn't a request, but you didn't mind as you offer to her your hand. Karina smiles brightly, her skin glowing as the golden rays of the sun kiss her face, giving her hazel eyes a bright glow as she takes your hand. You walk together. 

"Are you free after class?" She inquires as your footfalls clack against the pavement. 

For her? 

"Yes," 

"Then I'll pick you up ten minutes after classes, yeah?"

"Sure-"

"And what do we have here?" You freeze while Karina whips her head to the back, where her sister - the dean is standing with her hands on her hips with a perfectly arched brow directed at the both of you, her expression: surprised. 

"Irene," Karina greets with a coy grin as you turn to face her. The Hotel Magnate quickly wraps her arm around your waist, pulling you close to her while you bow respectfully towards your dean. 

"Good morning, Miss Bae." 

"At ease, Miss Seol." 

You straighten your back to see that the dean has her eyes on her sibling, and a small smile graces the older Bae's lips. 

"So, when did you start boning one of my students, sister?"

"That's a long story, Joohyun." She looks at you, "Come on, I'll take you to the building." You eagerly agree with your paramour and bow to the dean again before leaving her standing there. 

"What are we going to do?" You whisper to her, and she sends you a wink. 

"She won't interfere, darling." She peers over her shoulder and smirks before returning her gaze to you and kissing you softly. 

"You're mine. Remember that." Karina breathes against your lips. "And my sister can't do a thing about it." 

Fin

[bvidzsoo]

Nah because this wasn’t how the story continued in my mind, but now you’ve altered my brain chemistry and yes. (I want Irene but what’s new, I’d do anything for that woman)

I know you want me

⨳ Mafia!Hongjoong ⨳ 

∞ Author: bvidzsoo

∞ Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x female reader

∞ Warning: mentions of drugs, murder and illegal activities ∞ Word count: 3.5k ∞ Genre: non-idol!au, mafia!au, police officer!au, enemies!au ∞ Rating: sfw ∞ Summary: Working in the police was no easy feat, especially when you had been chasing after a mafia lord for the past six years. No matter how hard you worked and tried to find evidence, Kim Hongjoong always somehow came clean. But one day you finally get a lead that will help you succeed in your mission...or perhaps you've trusted Kim Hongjoong a little bit too much with your wine.

∞ A/N: Hongjoong's part is here, I hope you enjoy it! I think the tags for Wooyoung's part weren't working and that makes me a bit angry? Anyways, check out the other parts if you're interested! ^^ Next I will be posting Yeosang's part. Let me know what you thought of Hongjoong's part ^^ I'm not starting a taglist for this one, sorry<3 (you'll have to lurk around) Feedback is much appreciated and I hope you enjoy!

⨳ Listen to this before or while reading! ^^

∥ Hongjoong ∥ Seonghwa ∥  Yunho ∥ Yeosang ∥ San ∥ Mingi ∥ Wooyoung ∥ Jongho ∥ 

            In my field of work nothing was handed to you on a silver plate. The fact that I went to work daily was already a risk factor of losing my life—and unfortunately, with the passing of years and the many enemies I have made, I didn’t have to go into the office or out on the field to get killed. It was enough to sip my coffee on the balcony, or to go grocery shopping, or even just lay in my bed while watching a movie to unwind after the long day I’ve had. The city was a chaos, per usual, and the crime lords were on a rampant, wreaking more havoc than usual. There was a big influx of drugs sneaked into clubs and other entertainment areas these past two months that had officers, detectives, and even higher ups working their asses off in order to find the one behind it all, but almost each time we came up empty handed. It seemed like whoever was leading this illegal operation was a mastermind and made sure their steps were untraceable. Except that I wasn’t dense like my colleagues, I had my eyes set on one person since we’ve come across the illegal substances.

Kim Hongjoong.

Biggest mafia lord in the city and possibly wanting to expand his business overseas, it didn’t take long for me to connect the dots. It was Hongjoong’s doing, no doubt, but because he was too good at what he was doing, I couldn’t prove it. Not yet, at least. There were few things that could stop me—death being one of them—and I had been breathing down his neck for the past three months. The Kim Enterprise led by him, on the outside, seemed like an inoffensive car dealership that had multiple deals with overseas companies and collaborations with the biggest existing brands. However, once you looked through the cracks and investigated the Enterprise with a critical eye, you realized everything was hidden in plain sight. The cars they imported and exported often times were filled with either illegal substances or weapons that Mr. Kim should have never gotten his hands on—he also wasn’t shy to admit all the money laundering he’s been doing for the past six years.

But somehow, he always came up clean, without the possibility of directly blaming him for all the mayhem and crime he’s committed. He had great men backing him up, unfortunately, and I had been forced to dig deep and into ugly places in order to finally find something of value, something that would finally put him behind bars and destroy the empire he’s built for himself. He was no stranger to me or my colleagues, but perhaps the most infuriating part of our strictly professional relationship was the fact that he was always eager and happy to let us raid his warehouses and headquarters—perhaps because he knew we’d find nothing of actual value that would finally put an end to this fiasco.

Not tonight though, finally I found a little piece of evidence that fit our puzzle the right way. He wouldn’t be able to argue its authenticity, perhaps because it came from one of his insiders that had grown sick of all of the mistreatment and threats he’d been forced to take. The world of a mafia lord was sick and twisted, dark and unforgiving. The man who had given us a small piece of information had been placed under surveillance for his own safety as we know Mr. Kim too well, he’d definitely kill our informant the second he lays hands on him, and we couldn’t have that right now. We still need this person for further information and insight about Mr. Kim’s thorough plans. We finally had a real lead and we couldn’t let it go to waste.

That is why, in true fashion to myself, I had sent a formal invite to Mr. Kim for a quick dinner to discuss business. He loved being over the top, but he also loved declining our formal requests to meet up, and so, proposing to have dinner together is something I know he never turns down. Perhaps he liked the thrill of sitting at a table with an officer that’s been after his ass for the past six years, perhaps he enjoys the power play and the rush he gets every time one of our evidences get debunked by him. Not tonight, though, tonight will be different. My colleagues have been against me going alone to the fancy restaurant—which definitely wanted to refuse our request as they were fully booked, but upon pulling a few strings, I got us a table. After all, it was Mr. Kim’s favorite restaurant, they couldn’t refuse him if I used his name for our reservation.

“You’ve been just promoted, Y/N,” My colleague and also closest friend, Irene, said with a worried expression on her face, “you’re not supposed to head out onto the field so heedlessly.”

“But it’s not headless, Irene,” I grinned at her as I tidied my desk, feeling triumphant that I managed to book the table for tonight, “It’s necessary.”

“You’re trying to show off to him, and that’s dangerous and headless—”

“It’s an intimidation tactic, and to be honest, I do deserve to show off after everything I had to go through because of him.” I muttered as Irene sighed defeated, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“And if he refuses?” I chuckled as I gave Irene a knowing look.

“Kim Hongjoong refusing a meeting when he thinks he’s still got the upper hand and can humiliate me once again?” I shook my head as I pushed my chair back, “Impossible.”

“Fine,” Irene’s jaw clenched as she shook her head, “But wear a tracker and a camera, and alert me if things get out of hand. I refuse to have a repeat of last time—”

“It was an accident.” I sighed, frowning at the memory, “He didn’t mean to hurt me, the attack was aimed at him and I was there at the wrong time—”

“Whatever narrative you’ve told yourself of him protecting you is pure bullshit, Y/N.” Irene’s tone was harsh and I knew I couldn’t argue with her anymore, “He kills people for a living, he gets innocent people hooked on drugs, and he terrorizes those who refuse to work for him. He did not save you, he wanted you dead. You saved yourself, end of discussion.”

And perhaps Irene was right, but she wasn’t there when it happened. When the fire was opened and aimed at me, had Mr. Kim been a second too slow, I would be lying six feet under now. But Kim Hongjoong sprung up from his hiding place and yanked me behind a wall that kept the bullets from piercing both of our bodies, his eyebrows furrowed and a pissed look on his face as I tried to catch my breath from the sudden adrenaline rush. And Irene wasn’t there when Hongjoong killed every single one man that aimed their weapon towards me. She wasn’t there when he drove me back to the station and waited almost four hours until I was done with reports and a medical check-up and a visit to the higherups to drive me back home. Irene definitely wasn’t there when I noticed two of Hongjoong’s most trusted bodyguards stand the whole night in front of my gates just to keep watch and make sure I wasn’t targeted again. Kim Hongjoong was a criminal and a bad man, but he had an ounce of goodness in his heart somewhere deep down.

            The lights in the restaurant were dim and gave the place an intimidating aura, I can see why Hongjoong likes it here. The tables were separated and placed at bigger distance, offering privacy for those who wanted it. The table I had been sat at was a separate booth, more towards the kitchens as I was told it was Mr. Kim’s usual table, and I was surprised to find three red candles placed in the middle of the table and rose petals strewn across the white silky tablecloth. It felt prestige and definitely expensive. The whole setting made me feel a little bit uneasy despite the low murmur of conversations surrounding me, and I tried not to fiddle with my fingers anxiously. I had to appear confident and like I was here for serious business, ready to take down the mafia lord that still hadn’t shown up. He was fifteen minutes late now, and I have started doubting whether he was coming. It also didn’t help that the black spaghetti strap dress was tight as fuck as if it was moulded against my body, forcing me to hide my handgun as it was strapped against my inner thigh where its outline wasn’t visible. It was a little uncomfortable sitting down with it as it dug into my skin, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. I’ve had to go through things far worse than this before.

The waiter had served me red wine when I had sat down, but I haven’t touched it yet, keen on waiting for Mr. Kim before consuming anything I was given. I had just started getting disheartened and ready to phone Irene that maybe we should hit a bar since I’m all dressed up, when Mr. Kim finally showed up, looking a little dishevelled. His dyed ginger hair was messy on top of his head and his cheeks rather flushed as he approached the table, sharp cat-like eyes settling on my form with a smirk stretching onto his lips. I gulped and straightened my back, raising my eyebrows questioningly at him once he plopped down in his seat rather unceremoniously.

“Miss Yang, I’m sorry for making you wait.” His voice was velvety as he spoke up, grabbing the white napkin off the table, “Something urgent came up and I had to take immediate care of it, I’m sure you understand with your field of work.”

“Completely, Mr. Kim.” I grinned slyly and Hongjoong hummed as I watched him rub his hands and knuckles against the white napkin, which wasn’t pure white anymore but covered in red spots. My eyes lingered on them knowing that it was most likely blood, and I could feel Hongjoong’s eyes watching me carefully. When I looked up, he had a challenging look in his eyes as he waved his hand lazily towards the waiter who disappeared behind the bar.

“It isn’t a daily occurrence I get asked on a date by a woman like you, Miss Yang.” I huffed in amusement as Hongjoong smirked once again, leaning back in his chair as he spread his legs wide, “May I know how I got so lucky?”

“We should wait for your drink first, Mr. Kim, I feel like making a toast.” I answered with a smug tone as my long red nails tapped against my glass filled with wine, making Hongjoong chuckle as he nodded.

“Very well, I have others things I can chat about either way.” He clicked his tongue, eyes slowly traveling from my eyes down my body, no doubt stopping at my chest as the dress did a shit job at covering my boobs as it should, but for once I didn’t mind, “You look ravishing tonight, Y/N, I wish we met in a setting like this more often.”

“With my field of work I rarely get the chance to dress up all pretty,” I mused, pushing my long hair behind my shoulders, “but tonight’s a special occasion, I had to dress accordingly. And it seems it was a smart choice given that you look handsome yourself, Hongjoong.”

Hongjoong chuckled, eyes creasing as he scrunched his nose. For someone who was a dangerous mafia lord, he certainly could look rather cute in a way that seemed almost uncharacteristic, “What a compliment from you, thank you. It’s not often I hear you call me by my name.”

“Casualties need to be put aside when we’re talking about your business.”

“But isn’t that why we’re here?”

I grinned, hand resting on the white envelope placed on the table, “Exactly, but until we get to the business talk, I’ll indulge and play along with you, Hongjoong.”

“I’m afraid I got you wrapped around my finger, Y/N.” I snorted as Hongjoong bit his bottom lip with his eyes boring into mine, one eyebrow raised almost mockingly. But before I could retort anything, the waiter approached us with Hongjoong’s expensive whiskey and bowed upon his departure. Hongjoong hummed and grabbed his glass, raising it as he waited for me to do the same with my glass of wine. As I have said, I intended on making a toast. I couldn’t help but smirk as I raised my glass and titled it towards Hongjoong.

“To the downfall of your enterprise and empire, Mr. Kim.” I couldn’t help but feel elated as Hongjoong’s face fell, eyes hardening as I chuckled and took a long sip of the sweet wine, humming in delict at the expensive taste of the alcohol. Hongjoong almost hesitated for a second, but he took a sip of his whiskey and shook his head as his eyes fell on the envelope. I placed my glass down and traced its surface almost mockingly as I stalled handing the envelope over to him, “You see, Mr. Kim, it’s usually those closest to us that can ruin us the easiest and fastest way.”

“I suppose whatever you have in that envelope won’t be to my liking, Miss Yang.” I chuckled and nodded as I grabbed it and looked at it before handing it over to Hongjoong. I settled back in my seat and grabbed my glass of wine to sip on it as I watched the fearless mafia lord’s jaw clench as he emptied the envelope’s contents and paused as he scattered all the evidence out in front of him. I grinned behind my glass as I took a large gulp of the wine, enjoying the rich taste of it as it bloomed around my taste buds, making me sigh in content as Hongjoong’s neutral mask slipped into one of anger. I chuckled under my breath as I took him in, eyes straying to the exposed skin of his chest as he was leaned forward and wore nothing underneath his jacket. Silver chains hung around his neck and his ears had more than one earring piercing them, his pinkie nails painted black on both hands as a few chunky rings clung to his thick fingers.

He scoffed loudly and I quirked an eyebrow at him as he threw me a glare before looking back down at the papers, his jaw set tight as I swiftly finished my wine. It’s been long I had something as fancy as this one as I usually opted for the cheap beer from the convenience store after a strenuous and challenging day while I sat on my couch in the living room and watched whatever reality show was on at the moment.

“Miss Yang,” I perked up as Hongjoong sighed, tone tight and displeased, “I thought our respect was mutual after all these years of knowing each other and collaborating, yet here you are, meddling with my personal life.”

“Oh, but Mr. Kim,” I interlaced my fingers and placed my elbows on the table as I leaned forward with a fake concerned look on my face, “I thought there were no secrets between the two of us, yet here we are, with proof on our hands of all of your wrongdoings and missteps, Mr. Kim.”

He chuckled as he threw the papers onto the table and tsked, eyeing my empty glass of wine, “I heard you’ve been promoted to Deputy Chief, shouldn’t one of your baboons be sitting here with me instead of you?”

“I couldn’t miss seeing your reaction, Mr. Kim.” I chuckled and he nodded, eyes narrowing as he leaned forward, mirroring my position.

“You should thank me for getting as far as this, Miss Yang, without me you would’ve been useless to the police—”

“If that is what you wish to believe, Mr. Kim, go ahead.” My jaw clenched at his blatant disrespect as I cut him off, “But at least I wasn’t outed by my own brother.”

Hongjoong’s eye twitched as he scoffed and hastily grabbed his glass to throw his whiskey back. I smiled as I enjoyed seeing him in real distress for the first time, seeing him uncapable of stopping me this time. But I also became aware of the subtle thumping of my head, of the immediate effect of the alcohol I had consumed. Could it be so strong that it already got to my head? I thought I had a rather high tolerance for alcoholic drinks.

“I am sure my brother has his own reasons—”

“Like many people I’ve come across, Mr. Kim, your brother grew sick of your schemes and deals, and chose to right his wrongdoings.” I cut him off once again, the headache growing a lot more persistent and disturbing. My body suddenly felt like it was moving a lot slower than it actually was, making me shake out my hands as I leaned back in my seat. Once again, Hongjoong’s eyes fell on the empty glass and my eyes narrowed as he grinned before shaking his head.

“My brother is a fool,” Hongjoong muttered and then gathered the papers and slowly slipped them back in the envelope, “when will you raid my warehouses?”

“Probably tomorrow.” I hummed as I had to blink my eyes a few times to clear the haze that threatened to settle upon my vision, “Can’t let you have too much time at your hands to dispose of all the evidence, can’t I?”

“I appreciate your effort of warning me,” Hongjoong hummed and licked his lips as he paused for a second, watching me closely as my legs started feeling like lead and my arms tingled, “you’ve always been a great asset to my organization, Miss Yang, so aware of everything yet never close enough to prove anything.”

“I’ll do anything it takes to finally take you down,” I hissed, venom coating my voice as I had to force my eyes shut upon the violent headache that seemed to leave me immobile, “I’ve had enough of watching people suffer because of you, Hongjoong.”

“Perhaps you’ll hate me a little more after tonight, Y/N,” Hongjoong chuckled as I tried to gulp but my throat felt parched. I tried to move, but I couldn’t, and I panicked as I realized this wasn’t normal. Whatever this was, it had to be Hongjoong’s doing and as my eyes fell onto my empty wine glass, Hongjoong chuckled and leaned over the table to grab it, “because I have tricked you once again. My brother is my most trusted asset to my organization, I knew we could lure you out if I sent him running to you with forged evidence.”

I tried to sit up and grab for my gun, but even my tongue felt heavy to move as I frowned at Hongjoong, heartrate picking up as I realized I had foolishly fallen into his well-thought-out plan, “Some of my business partners are fed up with you always lurking around our asses, so I had to do something about it if I didn’t want to lose them.”

I tried to speak, but all that came out was a weak sound in the back of my throat making Hongjoong chuckle. My head was pounding and even the dim lights bothered my eyes as I felt dizzy, struggling to stay awake as everything in me was growing soft and calm, “I respect you greatly, Y/N, and quite frankly I like you a lot. It’s hard to find a confident, ambitious, and strong woman that doesn’t abide to my wishes straight away these days. It’s truly a pity that we’re on opposing teams, darling.”

There was a beep coming from his pocket and he grabbed his phone and chuckled as he picked it up, sounding too cheery as I struggled to fight the sleep that was threatening to knock me out for God knows how long, “I told you it would be easy, bring the van to the back.”

I tried to protest as my eyes fluttered open and Hongjoong pushed his seat back and stood with a mischievous smirk on his lips as he slowly approach me, his wide legged pants making him look taller than he was, “You’ve been working hard, Y/N, it’s time for a little vacation, don’t you think? Have you ever been to the Bahamas? I have a really important gig to pull off and I really can’t have you sniffing around my ass like a wild dog.”

I managed to gasp as suddenly Hongjoong’s hands were around and underneath my body, lifting me off the chair as I hung limply in his arms as he stared down at me with pursed lips, “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

And with the promise rolling off his tongue in a whisper, the drug that had been infused with my wine kicked in completely and I couldn’t help but surrender to the serene darkness that lulled me to a deep sleep in Hongjoong’s strong arms.

I need to call Irene once I am conscious again. I didn’t wear a tracker.

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“ mhm okay bye somi love you too ” Hyunwoo says, her phone trapped between her ear and shoulder. Her hands full of gifts for Giselle and her members. She places the bouquet of flowers on the roof of her car to have a free hand to open the door. After placing all the items in the car , Hyunwoo sits behind the wheel and looks back to the flowers next to her

the drive to Giselle's company is short, filled with Hyunwoo singing along to random songs and swerving round that corner (woah oo woah king gelo)

She sent the younger woman a quick 'im here' before preparing to carry all the gifts once more. Looking at her reflection in the car window, she makes sure she looks decent enough for her 'wife' Satisfied, Hyunwoo starts walking over to the entrance of the SM building. Before she could even attempt to open the door, someone beats her to it and smacks her right in the face

" ghk- " Hyunwoo bites her cheek to prevent the curse words that were about to spill from her mouth

" Oh! I'm so sorry!- Hyun...? " The woman looks down and sees Red Velvet's leader, Bae Joohyun

" hi sunbae.. how ya doing? " Hyunwoo chuckles, before looking around, " could i come in now? "

" of course, come on. " Irene makes space for the taller woman to enter, she starts to walk in front of Hyunwoo to guide her through the building. They both stand near the elevators, waiting for it to arrive. There's an awkward silence between the two, Irene decides to break it

" you're not here to meet me, right? " she questioned, looking up at Hyunwoo, awaiting for her response

" i mean- no.. you already made it clear i had to stop doin that " Hyunwoo looks away

" oh. well, i- " " it's fine sunbae, 'm jus here for giselle we won't have to interact after this, promise " She interupts the older woman, already knowing what her reply would be. The tension comes back though its quickly broken again with the 'ding' of the elevator, both women walk inside

" giselle huh? so all that stuff is for her? hm. let me show you to her practice room " Irene presses a button and stares at all the items in Hyunwoo's possession

" i got her members stuff too.. "She tries to defend herself but the older woman just scoffs in response

" how thoughtful. " crossing her arms, she looks over to Hyunwoo again " so we're done then? "

" what? " Hyunwoo furrows her eyebrows, " sunbae- you led me on, you don't get to act like i just left you for another woman. "

" So- " The elevator interupts her, Irene walks out first, gripping Hyunwoo's wrist and dragging her through the empty halls of SM

Hyunwoo zones out, letting the older woman do whatever she wanted but not without wondering how this even happened

Shes brought back to her senses with the sound of Irene's knock. Within a couple of seconds, the door opens to reveal the 4 members of aespa

" unnie? what- " Jimin starts to say, before being cut off by Irene " just dropping off.." she pauses, looking back at Hyunwoo, " someone. " The named woman gulps at this, already feeling uncomfortable from all the eyes on her

" thank you for guiding her, unnie. " Aeri says, glancing at her 'wife'

" of course. she tends to get lost, be careful with this one " Irene spins on her heel, tugging Hyunwoo's collar to bring her to her height

" we'll talk later. " with that, she walks away without another word

Hyunwoo presses her lips into a thin line before looking back to the aespa members

" hi... " she smiles awkwardly ( ho is a loser omg )

" hey cutie! come inside " Jimin smiles back at the woman, opening the door wider so she can enter , ( hyunwoo doesnt notice ning slapping jimin's arm )

Aeri looks at Hyunwoo's hands, " Are those for me..? " tilting her head at the taller slightly

'oh fuck. she's prettier in person' Hyunwoo quickly hands her the bouquet , " yeah- uh yknow pretty girl for flowers? " she nearly slaps herself upon hearing what just came out of her mouth, she hears minjeong trying go suppress her laugh

Hyunwoo looks back to Aeri, fixated on the flowers in her arms

" Did Somi help you with this? " she says looking at her playfully, opposite to her cold replies from earlier

" Uh- no.. i picked those ones out cause they reminded me of you " Hyunwoo quielty states, not able to meet the japanese woman's gaze

Aeri stammers for a second , not expecting such a response " thank you, and i guess those are for my members, right? " her eyes softening just a bit, if Hyun wasn't paying attention, she wouldn't have caught it

" yeah, let me hand it to them " She replied, feeling a bit flushed at the way Aeri looked at her

Hyunwoo quickly walks over to the couch the girls occupy, placing the snacks on the table in front of them

" i got you guys some stuff.. kinda just guessed on what you liked, so sorry about that " She throws up a lame thumbs up and grins at them

" thank you, you're so generous, somi unnie's lucky to have such an.. amazing friend " Ning looks up at Hyun with something she doesn't really know how to describe, but she watches as the chinese girl makes her short tank top even shorter somehow

Minjeong slaps Ning's stomach, causing her to yelp, " yah! dont be a homewrecker! " her laugh echos through the room

Hyunwoo feels a presence behind her and arms hugging her bicep

" stop being a jealous hussy Ning " Aeri leans her head on Hyun's shoulder, " She's mine " she says with a playfull smile, fidgetting with the taller woman's fingers as Ning tries to defend herself

" Hey! im not jealous, im not even doing anything! "

" mhm keep telling yourself that " She giggles, before bringing Hyun's hand closer to her face

" you have pretty hands, Hyun " She looks up at the woman, her smile bright , " are these from chrome hearts? "

Hyunwoo opens her mouth, but no words come out

" Aeri-yah, you're breaking the poor girl . . " Jimin laughs, already opening a bag of chips

" shes cute, no? " Aeri ignores the leader's comment looking at Hyunwoo again

" hah.. thanks giselle " Hyun says, " but um we have to yknow- get going and stuff so maybe we could have dinner together soon? with both groups since we'll be working closely together.. " she trails off

" oh thats perfect! we have an off day tomorrow, what about you guys? " Minjeong exclaims, nearly jumping out of her seat

" tomorrow as well, guess i'll see you guys again " Hyun smiles at the members of aespa then looking back to Aeri, " ready? "

" mhm, come on let's go! " she intertwines their fingers and waves goodbye to her members

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Incomparable Beauty

Bae Joohyun x Reader

Word Count: 12,966

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, fantasy AU

Rating: Explicit, MINORS DNI!

Summary: You're a princess of the Galestorm Empire that's engaged to Prince Arthur of Eledath. You bonds with Prince Arthur quickly, but his mother, Queen Irene, immediately dislikes you. After disaster strikes, however, you and the queen grow closer, resulting in a night neither of you will forget.

Warnings: DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. Arranged marriage, jealousy, terrible revenge plots, unwanted suggestive flirting, generally unsettling men, murder (poison), mentions of war but no details, major character death (not Irene or the reader), detailed descriptions of grief, religious themes, age gap relationship (Reader is written to be in her early 20s and Irene is written to be in her mid 40s), infidelity, NSFW content (making out, unprotected sex, dom!Irene, some breast play, oral (f. recieving), use of a strap-on, some degradation and praise, a little bit of biting). If you think I missed a warning, please let me know!

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You knew exactly how your life would go from the moment you were old enough to understand your status as princess of the Galestorm Empire. From the time you were a young girl, your parents told you in no uncertain terms that you would be married off to a prince of whichever nearby kingdom your father wanted an alliance with, produce an heir, and live the rest of your days as a dutiful wife, loving mother, and dedicated queen. It was the life that you were born into, and though there were times that you desperately wanted to live your life on your own terms, you were determined to play your role to the best of your ability.

After your twenty-first birthday passed, you knew it was a matter of time before you would be engaged. So, when your mother came to you a few days after your birthday and told you that you were to be married to the Crown Prince Arthur of Eledath, you weren’t exactly surprised. You couldn’t really say that you liked your now-fiancé, considering that you’d never even met him before, but you still hoped that you could grow to love him one day.

As soon as your engagement was made official, you spent months learning as much as you could about Eledath, from its history and geography to cultural customs and court etiquette. In all honesty, you found the lessons boring, with none of the information you learned making the hours-long lectures worth it. However, you knew that they were necessary. After all, what kind of future queen would you be if you just showed up in a new country and made no effort to fit in or treat others with respect?

Once the team of tutors that had traveled from Eledath for your lessons deemed you ready, you packed all that you could and made the journey to your new home. Goldmyst Palace was said to be the home of fashion in Eledath, with everyone in the kingdom looking to Queen Irene and the rest of the ladies in court as icons of culture. Even outside of Eledath, neighboring kingdoms took inspiration from Queen Irene and her brilliant approach to personal style.

You had to admit, you were incredibly nervous to meet your now-fiancé’s parents. King John and Queen Irene had a well-earned reputation for being intimidating, and even the citizens of the Galestorm Empire knew that it was a bad idea to get on the Eledath royal family’s bad side.

When you arrived at Goldmyst, it seemed like the entire kingdom was at the palace’s gates to welcome their prince’s new fiancée. The crowd was a little bit overwhelming, to be honest, but it was nothing you hadn’t experienced before. After all, you’d made more than your fair share of public appearances at various meetings and festivals as princess of the Galestorm Empire. As you actually got past the gates, however, you realized that you were in over your head.

Goldmyst was easily twice as big as Sunrider Castle, where you grew up, and there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that there were three times as many people going about their business inside. As you waited to find out what the next step of starting your new life would be, you couldn’t help but wonder why there were so many people and what they possibly could have been doing. Some of them were carrying tools of their trades, so you could easily identify the cooks, blacksmiths, and cleaning staff, but others you couldn’t quite figure out.

You were distracted from your observations by an unfamiliar voice calling your name. You turned around to see who it was, and you saw one of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen. She wore an opulent gown that was made with the most luxurious-looking fabric you’d ever seen and covered with the finest pearls that money could buy. Every single thing about her made you stop and stare in complete awe, from the delicate crown on her head to her features that looked like they were sculpted by the goddess of beauty herself.

You knew before she even introduced herself that you were standing in front of Queen Irene.

“Your majesty,” you said with a curtsy, “I apologize if I kept you waiting.”

“It’s alright. Welcome to Goldmyst Palace, my dear. Would you like me to show you around and introduce you to my son?”

“That would be lovely, your majesty.”

“Then come with me.”

The queen showed you the location of every room in the palace that you had permission to enter, telling you about the history and purpose of each room as she went. As you looked around the vast and elegant spaces and watched people moving through them like they were meant to be there, not a single person looking out of place, you couldn’t help but hope that you could fit into this world one day, too.

The tour ended with Prince Arthur’s quarters, which were adjacent to the area of the palace that you would be staying in. It was there that you finally met your fiancé. He was conventionally attractive, something that you were embarrassed to admit you’d hoped for, and he looked to be very athletic, with a slim and muscular build. You couldn’t help but notice the way he avoided your eyes as you entered, however.

“Hello,” you said with yet another curtsy, “My name is (Y/N). It’s an honor to be your fiancée.”

“It’s an honor to be yours as well, my lady,” Arthur replied before kissing your hand, clearly more nervous than he wanted to admit. “Would you like to stay and play cards?”

“That sounds lovely.”

“I’ll give you two some privacy, then,” Irene said, turning toward the door.

“Wait, your majesty, please.”

The queen turned back to you with a look of confusion on her face and asked, “What is it, dear?”

“Thank you for the tour. I appreciate that you took time out of your busy schedule to show me around and make me feel welcome here.”

“You’re welcome, dear. Have fun with Arthur,” she said before she left the room.

From the moment Irene laid eyes on you, she didn’t like you. Every word that left your mouth sounded like you were reading from a script, you looked like a mess, and you were simply too naïve for your own good. Still, the queen knew better than to make snap judgements, so she decided that she would wait and see what you were like after you adjusted to life in court.

After Irene left the room, and you were alone with Arthur, an awkward silence filled the room. You wanted to say something, but you really didn’t know what. Based on the way he opened his mouth to speak and stopped himself, it seemed like Arthur wasn’t quite sure either. In the end, hoping to cut through the tension that had started to build, you decided to utilize some advice that your mother gave you before you left: when you want someone to open up to you, start by asking them about what makes them happy and really listen to what they have to say.

“So, Arthur, what makes you happiest in life?”

Your fiancée thought for a moment before he answered, “Art.”

“Why do you like it?”

“I think I’ve just always enjoyed making things. When I was a boy, I gravitated toward woodworking, but I lost interest as I got older. Now, I spend as much of my free time as I can painting and composing songs. Those aren’t exactly considered suitable hobbies for a future king, though, so my parents always try their best to steer me toward something else whenever they see me doing them.”

You softened as you heard Arthur speak about his hobbies. With a smile, you responded, “Can I see your paintings?”

He hesitated for a moment before he said, “Sure. I’ve converted one of the smaller rooms that’s attached to this one to a small gallery. I can show you, if you’d like.”

“That sounds lovely.”

“Follow me,” he said, a mischievous grin forming on his face.

You followed Arthur to a corner of the room that you wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t pointed it out to you. He started to search the wall for something, which you found odd at first. It all started to make sense, however, when you heard a click as he touched a certain part of the wall. You had to admit that you were a bit startled by the bookshelf on the adjacent wall starting to move when he pushed the button, though.

You were hesitant to go through the newly opened passage at first, but when Arthur turned back toward you with the same mischievous smile as before, you were inclined to trust him. Sure, it probably wasn’t wise to trust a man that you just met, especially when he tried to lead you through a secret passage, but the man that you’d just met was your fiancé, after all. You would have to trust him if you were going to marry him.

You followed Arthur through the cramped passage into a small room filled with the most beautiful paintings that you’d ever seen. He had a unique ability to capture the essence of every subject, from human to animal or even plant, and make them look as if they were about to jump right off of the canvas. His attention to detail was astonishing, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful that he already trusted you enough to let you see the things that he created.

“Thank you for showing me this,” you said.

“Thank you for caring to see it.”

There was a short moment of silence after he spoke, though it wasn’t as awkward as it was before he started to open up to you. You were the first one to break the silence once again when you said, “I seem to remember being promised a card game,” a soft smile gracing your features.

“That you were. Shall we?”

“We shall.”

You and Arthur made your way back through the secret passage, and he closed the door by pressing the same button that had opened it. You wanted to ask him more about the passage, but you figured that it was a bad time. Besides, you were actually quite excited to play a game with him.

While Arthur taught you to play his favorite card game, the two of you got to know each other far better. He promised to play you some of his compositions next time the two of you were alone together, and you told him a bit more about your own hobbies.

“What do you like to do for fun, (Y/N)?” he asked, hoping to get you to open up the same way he’d opened up to you.

“I love to sew. I learned from my governess as a child. I took to it like a fish to water, as she would say.”

“Why do you like it?”

“The quiet time spent creating is good for my mood, and I enjoy being able to make things for myself instead of relying on others. I actually made most of the clothes that I brought with me here.”

“That’s amazing. You’re quite talented.”

“So are you.”

As the game went on, you no longer viewed Arthur as a stranger. You wouldn’t necessarily say that you were in love with him like you’d hoped, but you were definitely beginning to consider him a friend. When you saw the way he smiled at you after you beat him at the game, you felt safe in the assumption that he was starting to view you the same way.

Life in Goldmyst Palace was vastly different from your upbringing at Sunrider Castle, so it took you quite some time to adjust to your new home. While the etiquette wasn’t necessarily stricter than back home, it was quite different. For example, when you had meals at Sunrider, it was customary to wait until everyone at your table was finished eating to leave. At Goldmyst, you had to get used to the fact that you were permitted to go back to your quarters as soon as you were done eating. You tried to remember all the rules right away, but it would have been a lie to say that you didn’t struggle at first.

Irene saw the way you struggled over the course of your first few weeks at Goldmyst and desperately tried to convince her husband that you weren’t a good enough match for Arthur. John tended to wave her off, however, citing how powerful the Galestorm Empire was and how beneficial the match would be for Eledath. What the king didn’t know, however, was that there was another reason for Irene’s dislike of you. It made sense that he didn’t know, though. After all, how could he know about the things that his wife did while he slept if she didn’t tell him?

When the queen disappeared into her private chambers after her husband went to bed, she consulted her closest advisor: an enchanted mirror that she received as a wedding gift from her mother. It was charmed to always give a truthful answer when asked a question, no matter what it was, and she treasured its advice.

When Irene was certain that no one else would hear her whispers, she asked the mirror for advice in maintaining her appearance, as well as asking who the most beautiful woman in the kingdom was. Every night, without fail, the mirror would respond that she was the most beautiful and help her keep it that way. Since you’d arrived at Goldmyst Palace, however, the mirror had begun to give her a different answer.

“Magic mirror in my hand, who is the most beautiful woman in the land?” Irene asked, desperate for a different answer than the night before.

“As much as I wish I could say that it is you, my queen,” the voice within the mirror began, “it is not. You know as well as I that the answer to your question is (Y/N).”

“Isn’t there something that you could tell me that could help me surpass her once again?”

“I am afraid there is not.”

Already growing frustrated with its lack of assistance, she said, “I should smash you to bits,” and put the mirror away.

Once the mirror was tucked away, Irene went to bed in hopes of getting some beauty rest. She spent hours trying to sleep before giving up and thinking about the things that she could do to restore her position as the most beautiful woman in the kingdom. However, since the mirror decided not to give her any actual advice this time, she decided to just handle the situation herself.

What Irene really wanted to do was send you back to the Galestorm Empire and call off the engagement entirely. Her husband would never allow that, however, considering how important their allyship would be in times of war. The next thing that Irene thought about doing was disposing of you the old-fashioned way. The moment the thought crossed her mind; however, she decided against it, considering it too drastic. In the end, she settled on something much more satisfying, anyway: simple revenge.

While Irene was planning her revenge over the mirror’s declaration, you were finding yourself growing closer to Arthur than you originally thought that you would. As you became more comfortable at Goldmyst Palace, you found yourself spending as much time as possible with your fiancé and actually enjoying his company.

Your favorite way to spend time with Arthur was to watch him paint while you attended to garments that needed to be mended. As each of you worked on your respective projects, you would ask each other questions about them, as well as discussing whatever came to mind, like your upcoming wedding.

“Can I ask you something?” Arthur inquired as he painted a flower.

“Of course. What is it?”

“What kind of wedding do you want?”

The question made you stop and think for longer than you would have liked. Truthfully, you’d never really thought about the matter. Until Arthur asked, you assumed that you wouldn’t really get to have a say. The more you thought about it, however, the more you realized that you did have a few ideas for what you wanted your wedding to be like.

“I think I’d like to have lots of flowers. A large bouquet, flowers decorating the entire hall, just, flowers everywhere. I’d also like to make my own dress, if possible.”

“Are you sure? That seems like a difficult job.”

“It will be, but that’s why I want to do it.”

“I admire your persistence, (Y/N).”

“Thank you.”

“I admire you.” Arthur’s voice was softer as he spoke this time, as if he was nervous about your response.

“I admire you as well.”

There was a moment of silence after that, since both of you were unsure of how to continue the conversation. Arthur was the first to break it this time, however, by asking, “May I kiss you?”

You nodded, placing the stockings that you were mending to the side, and Arthur carefully placed his brush in a cup that was set up by his easel. He seemed hesitant at first, but the moment his lips met yours, he melted into you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and he let out a soft sigh.

Your intimate moment with Arthur was interrupted by a knock on your door and Irene’s voice saying, “(Y/N)! I need to speak with you about something!”

You quickly pulled away, picking up your mending to appear like you weren’t just doing something that your fiancé’s mother may not approve of. “Come in!” you called.

Irene opened the door and found an empty chair to sit in before she said, “We need to discuss your wardrobe,” holding back a smile as she set her plan to make you look bad into motion.

“Is something that I’ve worn inappropriate?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact.”

Irene then went on to explain that some of your gowns were a bit too extravagant to wear out and about in the palace. When you asked why, she didn’t exactly give you a solid answer, though. Regardless, you agreed to hide the gowns that she said you couldn’t wear in the back of your closet.

The first part of Irene’s plan to make you look bad backfired spectacularly.

Instead of your lack of opulent bejeweled gowns like the other women in the palace making you look frumpy and uninspired, like she’d hoped, you were the talk of the palace. Everyone that saw you spoke of how you didn’t need to rely on elaborate gowns to make yourself look good, since you were so naturally beautiful already, and how they loved your creativity when it came to simple yet dazzling accessories.

Irene was enraged by the failure of step one of her plan, but she still had hope for step two. Step two of her plan was to give you the worst makeup in her personal collection. There was a lot in Irene’s extensive makeup selection that she had wanted to get rid of for some time, since they were of atrocious quality, but she didn’t really have a means to do so in a manner that wasn’t wasteful. At least, she didn’t until you came along.

You had no idea that when Irene gave you her old makeup, she was trying to sabotage you. You honestly thought that she was trying to help you fit in, and you greatly appreciated the gesture. While you’d gotten better at remembering the rules of the court, you still felt out of place in most situations, and a friendly face was exactly what you needed. Sure, you had Arthur, and you appreciated his companionship, but having another woman looking out for you helped your spirits immensely.

The old makeup also did nothing to make you appear any less beautiful according to the nobles of Goldmyst Palace. In fact, you were praised for your skills in applying it, and it was yet another reason for you to be the talk of the palace. Your fiancé was especially vocal about your beauty, spending every moment that the two of you were together complimenting you. The compliments you received from Arthur as well as everyone else at court greatly improved your mood, and you finally started to feel like you belonged.

The fact that nothing was working only got more and more frustrating for Irene. In the end, desperate and unsure of what else to do, she decided to consult her mirror again. Once again, it wasn’t helpful in the slightest. It gave her the same answers as before, and she was angry, to say the least. She was also desperate though, and that meant that she was willing to try anything. Even the drastic measures that the mirror was about to suggest.

The suggestion came when she was just about to put the mirror away for the night. With an exasperated sigh, she said, “God, I just don’t know what to do. I can’t get rid of her, and-”

“You could, my queen.”

“What do you mean? I can’t send her back to the Galestorm Empire.”

“That’s not the only way to get rid of her,” the mirror replied matter-of-factly.

Irene let out a frustrated groan and responded, “Don’t you think that’s too drastic?”

“It would solidify your place as the most beautiful woman in the kingdom once again. Isn’t that what you want? Isn’t that what your mother always taught you to strive to be?”

“You do have a point,” Irene mumbled. From the moment she was old enough to understand speech, her mother instilled one core philosophy: maintain your beauty, and the world will give you everything that you could ever want. She was also taught from an early age to never settle for second place, and she was growing increasingly desperate, so she couldn’t help but consider what the mirror was implying that she should do.

“Very well,” Irene said with another reluctant sigh. “How do you suggest I do it?”

“Poison. If you do it right, it will look like an accident, and there will be no ugly wounds on her corpse.”

“I suppose you’re right. I’ll figure everything out tomorrow. Thank you for your help, mirror.”

“You’re welcome, my queen.”

With that, Irene put the mirror back in its rightful place and went to bed. For the first time in far too long, she didn’t struggle to fall asleep. Instead, she dreamt of being the most beautiful woman in the Kingdom of Eledath again.

The next morning came, and as soon as her official duties for the day were done, Irene went directly to the royal library to search for a book about poisons. As she began to wander and examine each shelf, however, she realized that it would probably be much harder to find than she originally anticipated. Of course, she knew that it wouldn’t be right out in the open, but she’d started out hopeful that she wouldn’t have to spend an eternity searching for the book that she needed. As time went on, however, and she didn’t find anything even close to what she was looking for, she started to lose that hope.

Just when Irene was about to give up and find some other way to get rid of you, she found exactly what she needed. It was in the furthest corner of the library, covered in dust that indicated that it hadn’t been touched in years.

The title of the book was in a language that Irene didn’t quite understand, but something in her gut told her that it would prove to be useful. As she flipped through its pages, her gut instinct was proven correct. There were detailed instructions for a variety of poisons. Some of them caused slow, painful deaths, while others were for quick “mercy killings” that could easily be mistaken for something else.

After what felt like hours of looking through the book, Irene decided on a tasteless, odorless potion that could mimic the symptoms of a heart attack if made correctly. Since she had a plan, the next thing she did was start to gather ingredients. The palace had everything needed to make the potion somewhere on the grounds, which she was incredibly grateful for. After all, it would have been difficult to explain why she needed to travel if she couldn’t tell anyone what she was using the ingredients for.

A few courtiers and members of the palace staff asked Irene what she was gathering supplies for, but all she had to do to get them off her back was tell them that she was making an experimental beauty treatment that she’d heard about. Even the most beauty-conscious noblewomen in the palace left her alone, considering they didn’t want to be involved if the “experimental treatment” was a failure.

Once she had all of the ingredients, she carefully combined them, following the instructions in the book to the letter. Every step was completed with precision as she thought about potential explanations for your sudden passing, like the stress of adjusting to living in a different country getting to you or some kind of freak accident.

Irene’s plan was absolutely perfect. She mixed the potion into an otherwise ordinary glass of wine before bringing it to your chambers. With a fake smile plastered onto her face, she said, “I’ve noticed that you’ve been a bit stressed since your arrival here. I thought that some wine and company would help ease some of that stress.”

“Thank you, your majesty. You’ve been very kind to me since I arrived, and I greatly appreciate it.”

“Of course, dear. It’s clear that Arthur cares for you very deeply, and if he’s happy, I’m happy.”

“I care for him very deeply as well.”

The realization that you weren’t lying anymore when you said that you cared for Arthur caught you by surprise, in all honesty. From the moment you arrived, you were certain that your fiancé would be an acquaintance to you and nothing else, at least behind closed doors. Your preconceived notions fell apart, however, as you actually spent more time with him. After all, he was kind and intelligent, never failing to amaze you with the way he cared for other people or seemed to always know the answer when someone at court asked him a question.

Your thoughts of Arthur were interrupted by Irene calling your name.

“I’m sorry, your majesty. What were you saying?”

“Please, call me Irene. There’s no need to be so formal when it’s just us, dear. I just asked if you and Arthur have discussed wedding plans at all.”

“Well, truthfully, we haven’t talked about it much. I was actually hoping to arrange a meeting with you and your husband to discuss it.”

“I’ll discuss it with John when he’s done with his meetings for the day.”

“Thank y-”

Your conversation with Irene was cut short by the king arriving and requesting his wife’s presence. “Irene, my love, will you join me for a moment?” he inquired, “There’s an urgent matter that I need to discuss with you.”

“Of course, darling,” Irene began. Then, she turned to you and said, “I’ll come back as soon as I can, dear. Please, enjoy your wine.”

“Thank you, your majesty.”

Irene left with her husband, and you were just about to take a sip of the wine that Irene brought you when someone knocked on your door. Not expecting company, you opened it cautiously. Upon opening the door, you saw a man that you didn’t recognize. All you really knew for sure was that he was older, at least sixty years old based on his physical appearance, and rich (or at least faking it), based on the expensive clothes that he wore.

With an unsettling smile, he said, “Greetings, princess. I’m Lord Edward. May I come in?”

Every bone in your body screamed to tell him to leave you alone, but you worried for your safety if he didn’t like your answer. So, you quietly said, “Of course. It’s nice to meet you, Lord Edward.”

You moved out of the way to let Lord Edward into your chambers, and he strolled in like they were his own. He even took a drink of the wine that Irene had brought to your room earlier, which was incredibly upsetting. The man in your room seemed to have no concept of politeness and common decency, and every moment alone with him made you uncomfortable. You were nothing if not polite to everyone that you met, however, so, you suffered through it. Hopefully, the end of your time with him would come sooner rather than later.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Lord Edward cleared his throat. “So, young lady,” he began, “would you like to spend some time in the garden with me? There’s a special seed that was recently imported that I’d very much like to show you.”

At that point, you decided that you’d had enough, politeness be damned. You felt unsafe in his presence, and you were already growing tired of hiding behind false kindness. So, you firmly said, “No thank you, sir. I’d like to stay here.

“Come on, princess. You don’t want me to show you a good time before your wedding?”

“No, I don’t. Please leave now.”

“I really would like to stay. We just met, after all, so we should get to know each other a little bit.”

“I said, leave!” you yelled, fear and anger evident in your voice.

Almost immediately after you shouted at Lord Edward to leave, he clutched his chest and groaned, a look of pain etched onto his features. Unsure of what was happening or how to help, you swiftly left your room to find the royal physician. It took you longer than you’d hoped, since he wasn’t in his room, but you did eventually find him.

By the time you got back to your chambers with the royal physician, however, it was too late for Lord Edward. He was motionless on your floor, and the royal physician said, “I think he’s gone, your grace.”

What happened next was a blur. The royal physician called for the coroner, and the king and queen were notified of Lord Edward’s death. At one point you were pretty sure that you were asked questions by the coroner, but you couldn’t remember any of them. Everything was moving too fast for you to keep up, and you were riddled with guilt over the fact that you didn’t get the royal physician back to your chambers in time.

Irene was livid that the wine meant for you had taken Lord Edward’s life instead. Once again, her plan of getting rid of you had failed. Feeling defeated, she interpreted the event as a sign that she had to give up. After all, she’d tried everything that she could possibly think of, and everything she tried went horribly wrong in some way. So, in an attempt to avoid further casualties, she finally began to accept that she would just have to deal with you.

The fact that she had to deal with you being around didn’t mean that she had to like you, however. So, while she would be kind to your face for her son’s sake, she would not do more for you than she absolutely had to.

After Lord Edward’s passing, you noticed that Irene was far colder with you than usual, never paying attention to you or speaking to you beyond basic greetings or one-worded answers. You wanted to just ask her what you did wrong, why she wasn’t as warm to you as she had been, but it never seemed to be the right time.

The only thing you could possibly think of was that she blamed you for Lord Edward’s death. You couldn’t wrap your mind around why she could possibly think that, however. The royal coroner had declared the cause of death to be a heart attack, something that it would have been impossible for you to have a hand in. Still, Irene’s behavior only started to shift after his death, and you couldn’t think of any other reason for the change.

After spending a week wracking your brain for answers, you decided to try again to ask Irene what you did to change how she felt about you. You asked Arthur if he could ask his mother to meet with you on a day that you knew she wouldn’t be busy, and he happily agreed. About an hour later, he came back to you with a time that she would come to see you in your quarters.

The agreed-upon time came and went, and Irene was nowhere to be seen. As you waited for her to arrive, the frustration caused by the initial change in her behavior shifted to fully blown anger. You were livid that she couldn’t even show you enough basic decency to tell you what you’d done to upset her, and you were livid that she was nowhere to be seen at the time that she willingly agreed to see you.

After another few hours of waiting, you realized that you would probably just have to accept that she was treating you differently and hope that someday she would warm up to you again. You weren’t exactly sure if that would actually happen, but you had to let yourself have a little bit of hope that everything would be ok.

Your hope of palace life getting any better was quickly shattered the next morning when John, Irene, and Arthur all came to your chambers shortly after you woke up. You had a feeling that something was wrong based on the solemn expressions on their faces, and your suspicions were only confirmed when Arthur said, “Honey, there’s something that we need to speak to you about.”

“What is it?”

There was a brief silence as everyone tried to find the words to explain what had happened the day before. John was the first to break it, saying, “The kingdom of Terenassus has declared war, so Arthur and I will be leaving for the nearest military base shortly. We’re just here to say goodbye.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but our wedding will have to wait until the war ends,” Arthur added sorrowfully.

With tears in your eyes, you said, “I understand,” and stood to hug Arthur. He embraced you like he never would again, and you leaned closer to his ear and whispered, “I expect you to come home safely, Arthur.”

“I will, I assure you. I love you.”

Your eyes started to water as you realized that this was the first time he’d told you that he loved you. With a deep breath, you replied, “I love you, too.”

You let go of your fiancé, and it was John’s turn to pull you into a hug. As he pulled away, he made eye contact with you and said, “I expect you to take care of my wife while I’m gone, (Y/N).”

“I will, your highness. I swear.”

“Thank you.”

John kissed Irene one more time, and he and Arthur left.

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence before you took yet another deep breath and said, “Are you ok, your majesty?”

Your question was all it took for the dam to break. Irene started to cry like you’d never seen her cry before, ruining her carefully applied makeup. You were sure that she would be upset when she realized, but this was definitely not the time to point it out. Regardless, you felt like you had to say something. Not knowing what else to do, you gave her a hug and said, “Would you like to come in?”

Through her tears, she replied, “That would be nice. Thank you, dear.”

You let go of Irene and moved out of the doorway to your chambers so that she could enter. Once she was inside, you carefully shut the door and asked, “Do you want to talk about how you’re feeling, or would you rather talk about something else to get your mind off of things?”

“I think I’d like to talk about something else, if that’s alright.”

“Of course. What would you like to talk about?”

“Well, how do you feel about life in the palace?”

With a sigh, you said, “It is quite different from what I expected. The way people interact is so different from the way I’m used to interacting with people back home. And, truthfully, I had a very specific picture of what I thought engaged life would be like that is very different from what actually happened.”

“Am I correct in assuming that means that you didn’t expect to enjoy Arthur’s company as much as you do?”

“If I’m being completely honest, yes. When I first arrived, I thought that we would be roommates that hardly spoke unless it was necessary. Now, I find myself missing him when he’s away and wanting to spend time with him even when we aren’t discussing wedding plans or attending official events together.”

“I had the same experience when John and I first met. I arrived certain that we would be acquaintances at best, and now I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone else. Except Arthur, of course, but the love a mother has for her son is different than the love a wife has for her husband.”

“What was Goldmyst Palace like when you first arrived?”

“Well, it was much smaller than it is now,” Irene recalled with a soft laugh. “John had a number of new wings built to show off when the kingdom first started to prosper. You know how kings are.”

“Yes, I do,” you laughed. “My father was always adding new things to various rooms in the castle back home.”

“What is it like in the Galestorm Empire?”

“It’s wonderful. The court etiquette is vastly different than it is here, and Sunrider Castle was very different than Goldmyst, but I loved it.” After a moment of silence, you asked, “Can I ask where you grew up?”

“I’m from Caerrowe. I was actually about your age when I moved here to marry John.”

“How long have you been married?”

“Our twenty-five-year anniversary is this summer.”

As you processed everything that Irene had told you, you couldn’t help but hope that your relationship with Arthur could be similar to the one that his parents had. If the way that John and Irene looked at each other when they thought that no one was watching them was any indication, they loved each other dearly. John also constantly surprised Irene with beautiful gifts from his travels outside of the kingdom, and Irene spent a significant amount of her free time with John, provided that he wasn’t busy with other things. They had a marriage that everyone in the kingdom wished that they had, and now you included yourself in that, too.

You and Irene continued to talk about your lives before moving to Eledath for what felt like hours after that, and by the end of your conversation, Irene looked noticeably lighter than when she first entered your chambers. You couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride at the fact that you’d been able to provide some comfort in a difficult time, and you hoped that the solace you’d found in each other after Arthur and John left was a sign of a closer bond in the future.

Just like you’d hoped, you only grew closer to Irene as the war with Terenassus raged on. In the months since your fiancé and his father left to fight, your future mother-in-law had become your closest confidant. You shared stories from your childhood with her that you hadn’t even told your own parents, and you were immensely grateful to have someone to talk to that understood just how much you missed Arthur.

While your fiancé was away, you wrote him letters as often as you could. Sure, you knew that he probably wouldn’t receive them right away, but you still wanted to take the time to let him know that you loved him and that you were thinking of him. He responded to every letter that he received telling you the same, as well as sharing stories of the war and lamenting the fact that he had to wait longer than anticipated to marry you. Reading his desperation to finally marry you only made you want him to return sooner.

Things took a turn for the worse when you suddenly stopped receiving letters from Arthur with no explanation. You asked Irene if she’d heard from him, and she said that she hadn’t. She assured you that she would ask John for news of Arthur’s health, however, and it made you feel slightly better.

Weeks went by, and you still didn’t hear from Arthur. There was no news of him in John’s letters to Irene, either. You tried to reason with yourself, reminding yourself that men at war are often busy, which makes them forgetful, but it did nothing for your anxiety.

As the weeks turned to months, it got harder and harder to avoid thinking about the worst possible outcome. You tried desperately to suppress the thought that he had gotten hurt, or worse, but your mind loved to play tricks on you by letting your fears get the better of you. Despite your fear, however, you constantly reminded yourself to hold on to that little bit of hope that got you through the day, the hope that your fiancé would come home to you soon.

The next day, your hope was shattered. You woke up to a blood-curdling scream, followed by devastated sobs. When you realized that the sobs sounded like Irene’s, you ran to her chambers to find out what was going on, though deep down, you had a feeling that you knew exactly what had happened. Still, when you arrived, you asked, “What’s wrong, your majesty?”

“Arthur is gone.”

And just like that, your world collapsed.

“Depressed” did not even begin to describe the utter despair that filled every corner of your heart as you tried to process that you would never get to see your fiancé again. All you could do was collapse to the floor and shriek just as Irene had, too overcome by grief to even hold yourself upright.

This wasn’t how your life was supposed to go. Arthur was meant to come home safe and sound when the war ended, and the two of you were meant to go back to planning your wedding. You were meant to marry him and spend the rest of your life in the palace, helping Arthur take care of the citizens of Eledath with the same diligence his parents had. You were meant to have his children and spend your days that weren’t filled with meetings and official events caring for miniature manifestations of the love that the two of you had for each other.

You loved him, and you had no idea how to go on now that the life you were supposed to have with him was cut short.

A week after your world was turned upside down, John returned home with news that the war was over. When you saw him, you were relieved that he came home in one piece, even though he definitely had some new scars, both physical and emotional. A small part of you, however, resented him for coming home when Arthur never would. You hated yourself for even acknowledging the ugly emotions that sprung forward when you saw John and Irene for the first time after his return, but the envy and pain that you felt was all too real, and you knew that you’d never heal if you couldn’t admit that you felt the way you did.

After the king let go of his wife, he turned to you with tears in his eyes and a look of guilt on his face and said, “I’m so sorry.”

All you could do in response was sob.

Irene immediately pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back as you cried into her shoulder. You found some comfort in the gesture, despite the despair still threatening to swallow you whole. Once you felt like you couldn’t cry anymore, you let go of Irene and said, “I’m grateful that you returned home safely, your highness,” and left for your chambers so that you could be alone with your thoughts.

A few days after John returned to the palace, you requested a meeting with him and Irene at their earliest convenience. Their earliest convenience turned out to be immediately, and you couldn’t help but feel relief that you would get to share your new idea with them sooner rather than later. As you entered the meeting room, the advisors and other government officials left, citing some “official business” they had to attend to. You knew that they were probably just trying to give you privacy, though, most likely at John and Irene’s request.

Once you were alone with the king and queen, you began, “Your highness, your majesty,” curtsying as you spoke, “I have an idea that I’d like to discuss with you both regarding a memorial for Arthur.”

There was a moment of silence at the mention of the one thing no one in the room wanted to think about. Irene was the first to break it, urging, “(Y/N), dear, you don’t have to address us so formally. Especially when we’re speaking in private.”

“What’s your idea?” John chimed in.

“What if we organize a memorial gallery? I know where Arthur stored his paintings. I could display some of them in the grand hall during his funeral.”

Irene softened when she heard your idea and said, “That sounds wonderful. Thank you.”

“Thank you, (Y/N). I’m sure that he would love that,” John added, his voice breaking as he thought about his son. “Was there anything else that you wanted to discuss?”

“That was all. Thank you for listening.”

Another silence fell over the room as everyone got lost in their own thoughts. You didn’t know the specifics of what Irene and John were thinking about, but you had a strong feeling that their thoughts revolved around the same person that yours did. Not wanting to pry or bother them any further, you said, “I need to go. Thank you again for listening. I’ll let you know when I decide which paintings to display.”

“Thank you, dear,” Irene said, clearly trying not to cry.

You left the meeting room after that, desperate to be alone with your thoughts. When you got back to your chambers, you collapsed onto your bed and let yourself bawl until you couldn’t anymore as you found yourself once again thinking about the life that you should have had with Arthur.

Once your tears had run dry, at least for the day, you found yourself too exhausted to even begin to think about doing anything but sleeping. So, you allowed yourself to drift off, dreaming of the happy reunion that you wished that you could have.

When you woke up the next morning, you felt at least somewhat refreshed by the pleasant dream you’d had. So, you went right to Arthur’s chambers to decide which of his paintings to display at the funeral that was rapidly approaching. A fresh wave of pain crashed over you as you entered the room and started to think about the fact that you would never get to spend time with him there again, but you still tried to focus on the task at hand.

You made your way to the seemingly forgotten corner of Arthur’s bedroom that housed the secret passage and fumbled for the button the same way that your forever fiancé did the day that you arrived. The bookcase shifted, and instead of frightening you, the noises it made as it shifted into place were comforting.

You entered the gallery that Arthur kept his paintings in, and at first, you struggled to decide which of his paintings to display for the funeral. As you wandered around the room and carefully examined each one, however, there was one that caught your eye.

It was a painting of a vase of sunflowers and roses, which you’d told him were your favorite flowers. He’d started it shortly before the war began, so while it was clear what the painting was depicting, it was still largely unfinished. The moment you saw it; however, you thought that it was perfect for the display. As you continued to look through Arthur’s gallery, you found a few others that you thought would be fitting as well: a portrait of his parents that he’d painted for their anniversary and a self-portrait that he’d painted shortly before you arrived.

With the paintings chosen, you took them out of the private gallery and into the grand hall, which had everything that was needed for the funeral. Seeing so many people put in so much work to plan a memorial for the man that you loved moved you to tears, and you could only hope that Arthur knew just how many people cared for him when he was alive.

The day of the funeral came, and you spent the entire morning feeling like you were going to throw up. Everything necessary for the memorial was in the grand hall, but there was still so much to do to actually prepare. You did as much as you could, but there were moments when you had to step away because you were on the verge of tears. Whenever that happened, Irene was right by your side, comforting you however you needed her to.

“I don’t know if I’ve told you this before, but he told me that he was in love with you right before he said it to you as he was saying goodbye,” she said.

“Really?” you asked through your tears.

Irene nodded before she continued, “He told me how excited he was for the wedding and how happy he was that you were the woman he was gonna marry.” There was a moment of silence before she added, “He was so happy to have you.”

“I was happy to have him, too.”

Irene pulled you into a tight hug as you started to cry again, whispering words of reassurance as you tried desperately to calm down. Once you felt like you could breathe again, you thanked her and went back to preparations.

Arthur’s funeral was a blur of heartache as you sat in the grand hall and listened to the priest that lived on the palace grounds deliver a sermon on the healing power of God in times of grief. You’d never really considered yourself religious before, but you had to admit that the priest’s words moved you. Especially when you thought about the idea of seeing Arthur again in the afterlife.

After the sermon, several people spoke about their memories of Arthur in a beautiful celebration of his life. You were invited to share stories about your relationship with him as well, but you declined, unsure if you would be able to maintain your composure long enough to deliver a coherent speech.

Irene, however, as she shared stories from Arthur’s childhood and spoke about how much she loved her son, was the epitome of grace under pressure. You could see from the look in her eyes that she was probably going to break as soon as she was out of the kingdom’s view, but while she stood at the front of the grand hall telling a story about how Arthur fell in love with art as a child, she held herself together in a way that you could only hope to. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you envied how composed she was. You were determined not to think about that, however, instead choosing to focus on thoughts of the time that you did have with Arthur, no matter how limited it was.

As you left the grand hall, you heard Irene call your name. You turned around to see tears in her eyes and asked, “Yes, your majesty?”

“Thank you. The gallery was beautiful.”

“I’m just happy that we gave Arthur the best sendoff that we could. Thank you for being there for me as I’ve grieved.”

“I should thank you for the same. Your company has brought me more comfort and peace in these difficult times than you will ever know.”

Irene pulled you into a hug as you started to cry, and a few stray tears fell from her eyes as well. As the two of you sobbed in each other’s arms, you couldn’t help but feel grateful that you’d met someone like Irene that cared about you enough to be there for you as you experienced what had to be the worst pain of your life.

About a month after the funeral, your world was turned upside down again by a knock on your door. You opened it, and Irene stood before you. She looked like she’d been crying, but you decided not to bring attention to it. With a dejected sigh, she asked, “Would you please come with me? My husband has something that he’d like to discuss with you.”

“Of course.”

You followed Irene to the same meeting room where you’d proposed the memorial gallery, and when you arrived, John was waiting inside. As your eyes met, you noticed that he looked guilty, just like he had the day that he returned home from the war. You wanted to just ask him what was wrong, why he looked at you like he knew he was going to hurt you with what he had to say, but you decided not to make a scene. After all, you would find out soon enough.

You took a seat as Irene took her place next to John, and the first words out of the king’s mouth were, “I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

“What’s going on, your highness?”

John didn’t have the heart to ask you to drop the formalities this time. Instead, he simply continued, “We’ve contacted your mother and father. They believe, as I do, that it would be best if you returned home to the Galestorm Empire, since you’re no longer marrying Arthur.”

You were truly at a loss for words.

Sure, you weren’t exactly thrilled to be in Eledath when you first arrived, but as time went on, you found yourself feeling at home in Goldmyst Palace, and you wanted to stay. It was kind of funny, really. Now that you didn’t actually want to leave, you had to.

Fighting back tears, you finally said, “I’ll start packing my things as soon as possible.”

“I’m sorry that it’s come to this, (Y/N),” John said with a sigh.

“It’s alright, really. I understand,” you replied.

After that, you turned away from the king and queen and made your way toward the door, hoping that they didn’t notice the tears in your eyes that were threatening to fall at any moment. Once you were out of the meeting room, you returned to your chambers to begin packing in hopes it would distract you from your sorrow.

Packing everything that you brought with you when you first came to Eledath was difficult and time-consuming, but you did manage to do it on your own. You definitely didn’t enjoy doing it, though. Regardless, you knew that it had to be done, and you were proud of yourself for maintaining your composure long enough to actually do it.

As soon as you were done packing, however, you laid down on your bed and finally let the tears that you’d spent hours fighting back fall freely. You cried like you hadn’t in a long time, desperate to finally find some catharsis as all of the emotions that you’d been bottling up bubbled over and threatened to consume you. While you sobbed, you thought about your time with Arthur that you still wished hadn’t been cut short, your growing closeness to Irene that you would miss when you went home, and your overwhelming desire to stay in the home that you’d found in what was once an unfamiliar kingdom until you fell asleep.

You woke up the next morning to yet another knock on your door. You wanted to pretend that you were still sleeping and ignore it, but when you once again heard Irene’s voice calling your name on the other side, you knew that you couldn’t.

With a sigh, you got out of bed and answered the door. Irene appeared to be in a much better mood this time, however, smiling as she asked, “Can I speak to you about something?”

“Of course, your majesty. What is it?” you asked, allowing her into your chambers.

“Please, drop the formalities, dear,” Irene gently scolded as she entered. “I have exciting news!”

“What is it?”

“I spoke to John, and we may have a solution for what was discussed yesterday.”

“Do you mean going home?”

“Yes. What would you say if I asked you to stay here as a royal companion?” You were speechless, so she continued, “You wouldn’t have to do anything. You could just spend time with me as I go about my duties and attend events.”

You thought for a moment before you said, “What about my parents? Didn’t they want me to come home?”

“Well, yes, but John agreed to send them a letter and request their permission to let you stay if you want to. If we send it today, we should receive a response from them by the end of this week. What do you think?”

“I think it’s an incredibly generous offer. Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am.”

A smile graced your face for the first time since the meeting about your return home, and you said, “I think that sounds lovely.”

“Wonderful! I’ll tell John, and he can write the letter to your parents. I’m so happy you’re staying,” Irene replied as she pulled you into a hug that you were certain would have crushed your bones if it had been any tighter.

With a smile on her face and a spring in her step, Irene left your chambers, presumably to tell John about your decision. As you thought about the conversation you just had, you were touched by the queen’s request to keep you in Eledath. Despite her explanation, you weren’t exactly sure what being a royal companion would be like, but you were excited to find out, especially since you got to stay in your new home with the woman you considered your closest friend.

The week that you waited for your parents to respond to John’s letter was one of the most agonizing of your life. You were certain that they would allow you to stay, but sometimes you wondered if it was actual certainty or false hope that fueled your thoughts. Regardless, it was exactly what you needed to get through the almost unbearable waiting period.

When a letter from your mother and father finally arrived, Irene called you to her chambers to read it. Now that the letter had actually arrived, however, you were more nervous than you’d been all week. What if they didn’t let you stay? What if they’d already found some other prince to marry you off to? The possibilities were endless.

Irene smiled as she opened the letter, and with a deep breath, she read:

“Our dear (Y/N),

We were surprised to hear from King John that you’d like to stay in Eledath. However, after careful consideration, we’ve decided to give you our blessing to stay in Goldmyst Palace as a companion to Queen Irene. We fully trust her majesty and her husband to take care of you, and we trust you to make responsible decisions. All we ask is that you visit us here from time to time. We miss our little girl.

Warmest regards, Mom and Dad.”

You were ecstatic that your parents were permitting you to stay, to say the least. The moment Irene set the letter down, you pulled her into a hug, tears of relief streaming down your face. Once you regained your composure, you let go and said, “Thank you. Truly, thank you.”

“You are so welcome, my dear. I have to admit, however, that my motives weren’t entirely selfless.”

“What do you mean?”

“Truthfully, having you here has been a source of great joy and comfort for me, especially since losing Arthur. I didn’t want to let go of your companionship.”

With a soft smile, you hugged Irene yet again. Neither of you spoke, but you didn’t have to. The comfort of each other’s presence was all that you needed.

Adjusting to your new life as a royal companion took far less time than you thought it would. You and Irene settled into a routine surprisingly quickly, spending basically all of your free time together. Sure, you accompanied her to meetings with John and his advisors and occasionally acted as an assistant when she had to attend official events, but for the most part, you basically just kept her company.

Irene was immensely grateful that you stayed in the palace. You made her laugh on her darkest days, and you were always there to listen when she needed to talk. As time went on, and the two of you settled into your new routine, she found herself trusting you more than she trusted even her own husband in some matters.

Irene also found herself worrying less and less about beauty as she spent more time with you. After all, the people she cared about most still loved her, even if she wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the kingdom anymore. That had to count for something, right? So, she hid her magical mirror in a locked drawer, no longer feeling the need to ask it for advice or hear it tell her that she was the most beautiful woman in the kingdom.

As you spent more time with Irene, you found yourself dealing with new feelings that you didn’t quite understand. Whenever you were alone with her, you got butterflies in your stomach, and you felt giddy whenever she said your name. It was a textbook description of a crush, but that only left you more confused. After all, you’d never had romantic feelings for another woman before.

Regardless of your confusion, however, you really liked the way that being around Irene made you feel, as well as the things that she did that made you feel that way. She smiled every time she saw you, she made you laugh when you were feeling down, and she never let a day go by without telling you how much she cared about you and appreciated having you around.

Sometimes, you felt guilty for feeling the way that you did, though. After all, Irene was your dead fiancé’s mother. Plus, she was still happily married to her husband of twenty-five years. Sure, you couldn’t necessarily control how you felt, but you were still ashamed of yourself for allowing yourself to fall for a woman that you knew you could never have. So, you decided that you wouldn’t say a word, and you tried to meet other people in the palace that could distract you from your feelings.

Your attempts at distracting yourself weren’t nearly as successful as you were hoping they would be. Sure, you had fun meeting and hooking up with various men and women that lived in the palace, but none of them could take your mind off of Irene once the sex was over. That didn’t stop you from spending months continuing to try, though.

Irene noticed your pattern of behavior, and honestly, she was troubled. It wasn’t because she thought what you did was wrong, though. Absolutely not. She had no problem with you taking a different person to bed most nights, as long as you were safe once they were in your chambers. There was no reason for her to be concerned that it was something deeper, either. She truly didn’t understand why she was upset. Not at first, at least.

The reason that Irene was troubled by your behavior revealed itself at a ball to celebrate her husband’s birthday. Everyone in the palace was dancing, the finest wine in the kingdom flowed freely, and for one night, no one had to worry about anything.

Irene was very worried, however. At least, she thought it was worry at first. You were on the dance floor with Lord Vernon, a son of the late Lord Edward, and she could tell that he was interested in going to your quarters with you after the ball ended. Based on the way you looked at him as you said something to him that only he could hear, you were just as interested as he was.

Watching you dance with Lord Vernon made an ugly feeling settle in the pit of Irene’s stomach, and she hated herself for it. She knew that it wasn’t anxiety, since she trusted Lord Vernon and knew that the two of you wouldn’t do anything unsafe, but she still felt uncomfortable as she watched the way he held you close while you danced. As she thought about it more, she realized what was really going on.

The feeling she was experiencing was jealousy. She wanted to be the one that you were dancing with, not Lord Vernon.

The realization that Irene was jealous of Lord Vernon was a startling one, to say the least. After all, she’d been happily married for twenty-five years, and in that time she’d never experienced attraction to anyone that wasn’t her husband. Still, as she watched the way your body moved, and the wine she’d spent the evening drinking coursed through her veins, she found herself unable to think about anything but how badly she wanted to be the one to take you to bed after the ball was done. Disgusted with herself, Irene left the ballroom for some time to herself, hoping it would help her forget about wanting you the way that she did.

As you danced with Lord Vernon, you noticed movement out of the corner of your eye. When you turned to look, you saw Irene leaving the ballroom in a hurry. Concerned that something was wrong, you turned back to Lord Vernon and said, “I have to go.”

“Will you be back?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry,” you replied as you left to follow Irene.

When you caught up with Irene, she was in the hallway in front of her chambers. She stood in front of the door, seeming to debate whether she should actually go in. As you stepped closer to where she stood, you asked, “Are you alright?”

With a defeated sigh, she turned to you and responded, “No, I’m not.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve had far too much wine, and it’s making me feel things that I shouldn’t.”

“Would you like to talk about them?”

“Thank you, dear, but I don’t want to burden you. You do enough for me already.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind-”

“For fuck’s sake, can you stop being so goddamn perfect?” she snapped.

A stunned silence filled the space as you processed what she said. You knew that you should say something, but you had no idea where to start. So, you chose to start simple by asking, “What do you mean?”

“You’re so fucking perfect, it’s sickening. I hate how perfect you are, and I hate that I want your perfect self as much as I do,” she ranted, not thinking about the words that left her lips.

After another brief stunned silence, you asked, “You want me?”

“Of course! Who wouldn’t? You’re smart, you’re kind, you’re funny, and you’re so unbelievably beautiful. I know it’s wrong for me to want you, but how could I not when you’re so fucking perfect?” she continued, tears starting to form in her eyes as she acknowledged her feelings out loud.

Whether it was the way Irene looked in the gown she’d chosen to wear to the ball, the alcohol coursing through your veins, your desperation, or some sick combination of all three, you decided to see what would happen next if you told her the truth. A small smile formed on your face as you said, “You know, I think you’re absolutely beautiful, too.”

“Don’t say that, dear. I know that you don’t mean it. At least, not the same way I do when I say it to you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I think I-”

Irene didn’t even get to finish her sentence before your lips were on hers. She let out a small noise of surprise at the sudden contact, but it didn’t take long at all for her to melt into the kiss just like you did.

As your lips moved against Irene’s, you couldn’t help but think that you could stay right there, kissing her right outside her bedroom door, for eternity. As she pulled away from the kiss, however, and looked at you with what could only be described as hunger in her eyes, you realized that she had other plans. A mischievous grin formed on her face, and she said, “Come with me.”

You nodded in response, and she opened the door to her chambers and practically dragged you inside. Once the door was shut, she turned to you with the same mischievous smile on her face and said, “Strip for me, baby.”

You scrambled to follow her instructions, watching as she removed her own garments. When both of you were completely bare, she grabbed your hand and led you to her bed before pinning you to the soft mattress. Her lips immediately found yours again, and a soft moan slipped out as you felt her hand make its way to your breast and squeeze lightly.

Irene pulled away to give you a chance to breathe before she asked, “Are you ok with this, baby?” You nodded and opened your mouth to speak but decided against it. With a smile, she added, “What is it? Talk to me, love.”

“Want more.”

“Oh really?” she asked with a teasing tone in her voice. You nodded, and she continued, “What is it that you want, baby?”

“Wanna taste you. Please? I promise I’ll be good, just wanna make you come on my tongue.”

“Fuck, baby, get up,” she commanded, climbing off of you.

You did as you were told, and Irene took your spot on the bed before spreading her legs. You immediately settled between them and started to gently suck on her clit. She moaned loudly at the stimulation, and that only made you want to continue.

While you continued to lick and suck Irene’s clit, you carefully inserted two fingers into her pussy. You groaned softly when you felt how wet she was, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her as she felt the vibrations around her clit. She let out a loud moan and tangled her hands in your hair as you pleasured her, pulling slightly. It was a simple gesture, but it still left you more aroused than you already were, if that was even possible.

“Fuck! Feels so good baby. Just like that,” she whined, bucking her hips up to meet your face.

You found yourself falling more and more in love with Irene with every moan and whine that left her lips. She clearly loved the situation you’d found yourselves in just as much as you did, crying out as you continued to fuck her with your fingers and tease her clit with your tongue.

It didn’t take much longer for her release to start to build, the tension in the pit of her stomach threatening to snap at any moment. As she got closer to the brink, she tried desperately to force the words out to warn you. She just didn’t get them out in time, though. Instead, she came undone around you with a loud moan of your name. You continued to gently fuck her through her release until she pushed you away, trying desperately to catch her breath.

After Irene came down from her high, she carefully stood up and said, “You did such a good job for me, baby. What would you like as a reward? Do you want my fingers, my tongue, or my strap?”

“Strap, please?” you begged, desperate to relieve the arousal that had been building between your legs for what felt like an eternity.

“Of course, baby. Lie down for me, ok?”

You nodded and moved to lie down on Irene’s bed while she took the toy she was planning to use out of her drawer. You wanted to ask why she had it but decided against it. Instead, while you waited, you carefully moved your hand between your legs and started to play with your clit, growing impatient and desperate. A soft moan slipped out, letting Irene know that you were up to something. She turned toward you, and when she noticed what you were doing, she sighed and said, “Really? I’m disappointed, baby. I thought you were my good girl, but right now, you’re acting like a desperate slut. Is that what you are?”

You shook your head and replied, “No, ma’am.”

“Then why were you touching yourself when I was literally five feet away looking for the toy I was planning to use to fuck you?”

You whined at the question and answered, “Got impatient. ‘m sorry, ma’am. It won’t happen again” as you moved your hand away from your pussy.

“Good girl. Still want me to fuck you, or was your hand enough?”

“Wasn’t enough. Please fuck me, ma’am,” you begged.

“That’s what I thought.”

Irene attached the harness to her hips before carefully climbing on top of you. Once she aligned the tip of the dildo with your entrance, she grabbed your chin to make you look at her and asked, “Before I continue, are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Please just fuck me.”

That was all Irene needed to hear to slowly move her hips forward. A loud cry left your lips as you felt her enter you, and you already found yourself starting to feel overwhelmed. Once she actually started thrusting, the feeling only intensified.

Irene started slowly at first, not wanting to do too much right away. As she thrusted in and out, you wrapped your arms around her and dug your nails into her back. She groaned at the sensation, loving the way that it hurt.

“Harder, please,” you whined, bucking your hips up to meet hers in a desperate attempt for more stimulation.

As Irene started fucking you harder, neither one of you spoke much, too focused on what you were doing. Occasionally, though, a soft “Fuck” or “Feels so good” would slip out of your mouth, and your lover for the night found herself wanting to draw those sweet words out of you again and again. You were the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen, and all she could think about as she continued to thrust into you was how badly she wanted to show you just how beautiful she thought you were every night for the rest of her life.

One of the many things that Irene already loved about intimacy with you was watching the way your tits bounced as she fucked you. She could hardly tear her eyes away from the sight, and you had to admit that when you noticed, you were incredibly flattered.

As your high started to build, you found yourself growing increasingly desperate. With a whine, you asked, “Can I please play with my clit, ma’am?”

After a particularly harsh thrust, she said, “Go ahead, baby.”

That was all you needed to hear to bring your hand to your pussy, circling your clit as Irene continued to pound into you. When your whines started to get more frequent and higher in pitch, she realized that you were getting close. Wanting nothing more than to watch you come undone, she moved her head down to your neck, kissing and biting every bit of you that she could comfortably reach.

Between the dildo moving in and out of you, your hand on your clit, and Irene’s mouth on your neck, it was only a matter of time before you tumbled over the edge into overwhelming pleasure. With a loud cry, you came undone around the toy, moaning your lover’s name as she continued to fuck you through your release.

Once you came down from your high, Irene carefully pulled out of you and removed the harness, setting it aside to be dealt with in the morning. Then, she carefully helped you out of bed and into the bathroom that was connected to her bedroom so that the two of you could get cleaned up.

Once both of you were clean and comfortable, Irene carefully helped you back into her bed. After the two of you were settled, she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close as you truly relaxed for the first time in months. While she held you close, you talked to her about whatever came to mind until you fell asleep. Once she was certain that you were sleeping, she allowed herself to relax too, silently admiring your beauty as she fell asleep.

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[seullovesme]

fevers and flowers w/ bae irene

i love irene, my cutie patootie pie☹️☹️☹️

pairing ⥬ irene x sick!reader

request ⥬ IRENE AND SICK GF READER DRABBLE PLEEK 😭

easy - mac ayres

irene made it a tradition to bring you at least one flower every time she visited, and she really stuck to it. she could only come so often with her busy schedule, so you made sure to take the best care of each precious flower so that she could come to a colorful arrangement filled with her gifts.

typing in your passcode into the lock, she entered the house as quiet as possible, hoping to surprise you. she immediately dashed to your flower vase with a big grin, excited to see her "pretty babies", as she liked to call them.

but to her own surprise, they were looking quite limp and dull. she frowned, knowing you would never let them reach a state like this. irene switched out the water and tried her best to care for them, saddened by their appearance. they seemed sad too.

once she was finished, irene did not pause before going to find you. pushing open your room door, she realized why the flowers were so down. their mother was sick!

you groaned as the light from the hall shined into your room, the brightness hurting your head like crazy. irene furrow her brows and climbed onto your bed, sitting beside you. she pressed the back of her hand against your forehead and felt how hot you were. despite being almost as hot as the sun, you were shivering like crazy under your thick blanket. you leaned into irene's touch and hummed, finding comfort in the touch of your girlfriend.

the sight was stressing bae joohyun out. you should've called! or at least messaged saying that you were so unwell. as she left the room, you whined, missing her already. not even a minute later, she returned with a bowl of cool water and a towel. soaking it first, she placed the towel onto your head while stroking your cheek lovingly.

"you silly girl, why didn't you say anything? i would've been here much sooner..."

you smiled at her sweet words, touched by the love of your girlfriend once again. there was never a day where irene forgot to show you how much she loved you. through her gift of flowers to her caring for you when you're sick, to even just her words, they all expressed the pure love she had for you.

"it's okay, all that matters is that you're here now."

<3

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[kyuusberry]

candyfloss | red velvet seulrene - drabble

pairing: kang seulgi x bae joohyun (irene)

genre: wlw and fluff

warnings: none!

ib: none!!

a/n: old post from my wattpad lol! only posting this bc my pookie wookie bear (@aeriniee) said so /hj

"but babe! i want candyfloss!" seulgi whined.

"you're acting like a child seul, but if you really want to, we can get it." irene laughed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind seulgi's ear.

"wait really! you mean it? this is new! you usually always say no then give me a lecture after! am i dreaming?" seulgi's eyes sparkled.

irene sighed, "it's starting to sound like that you don't want to have candyfloss then. we can just go home and not get it instead. i don't mind either." she shrugged her shoulders, about to walk off till seulgi stopped her.

"wait wait! i promise i'll be good! i won't whine! but seriously, can we get it now?"

irene chuckled, "yes of course, love. now come on. you wanted candyfloss right?

"yay! candyfloss here i come!" seulgi cheered, walking with irene to the cotton candy stand.

-

"hi there ladies, what would you like today?" the person at the stand smiled.

"what are your most popular flavors?" seulgi asked, looking at the menu down below.

"our most popular flavors? it's blue raspberry, pink vanilla, green apple, and lemon!" the lady said, pointing at each flavor.

"i'll have blue raspberry and green apple." seulgi said, "what about you love?"

"i'll have pink vanilla." irene replied.

"is that all?" the cashier asked.

"yep!"

the lady typed into the tablet in front of her, "alright then, the total will be $2, plus tax so basically $3. cash or card?"

"card." irene answered. the lady took her card then gave it back. "now all i need you to do is sign right here." she said, turning the tablet towards them.

"here you go taeyeon, the cotton candy they ordered." someone handed her candyfloss.

"thanks fany. here you go ladies! the blue raspberry and green apple for her and the pink vanilla for you!" she smiled.

"thank you, uhm, taeyeon!" irene took the sweet treats from her hands and walked off with seulgi.

seulgi immediately plopped a bunch of the candy into her mouth, "thank you irene!" seulgi smiled, mouth slightly stained from the cotton candy.

"welcome seul. after this we're going home. i'm exhausted." irene sighed as she plopped down on the bench.

"are you gonna eat that? cause if not i'll have it!" seulgi pointed at irene's candyfloss, eyes wide.

"you can have it. i bought it for you. i never wanted it anyways." irene handed her the sweet treat.

"thanks!" seulgi laughed, eating it.

irene looked at seulgi and her face started to crack into a smile. "you're so messy." she wiped the cotton candy off her lips.

"thanks!"

"welcome. and i love you." irene spoke.

seulgi stifled a laugh, "why did you say i love you all of a sudden?"

irene's face grew red at the statement, "it's nothing, i just love you. is it a crime to say i love you to someone now?" irene barked back.

"i love you too, irene." seulgi pressed a kiss fo irene's forehead. "now c'mon, let's go home. it's getting late."

[daemour]

Pairing: heiress! Bae Joohyun x gn! Reader

Genre: Angst, light fluff, mentioned arranged marriage

Warnings: arguing, some manipulation, suggestive content (13+)

Summary: When faced with a marriage she doesn't want, Joohyun decides to take matters into her own hands

Word Count: 713

Tipsy drabbles are back with a vengeance! Hope you guys enjoy it <3 its a short one hehe

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“Miss Joohyun,” you practically sprint after your friend and employee, the soon-to-be wife of the business mogul Beomjun Kim. “Whatever is the matter?”

Joohyun spins around, her brows furrowed and her lips pursed in a perfect display of discontent. In this moment, you’re struck with her ethereal beauty once more. Having worked with her for almost half your life, you’re rarely caught off-guard by it. But at this moment, she looks ready to strike you down, like the queen she is supposed to be.

“‘Whatever is the matter’, you ask? The matter is that I have no choice in my future. No chance at finding my own love!” Joohyun’s eyes flash. “And that, that pig is going to be my husband? He has no clue how to run his business, much less the combined efforts of both our families. And yet, my parents decided to have him be the one for me to marry?”

Your eyes widen at the blatant disrespect Joohyun has displayed, your eyes darting around to make sure no one else is within earshot. “Miss Joohyun! You know he’s already part of the board of your father’s company! You can’t say such things.”

Joohyun scoffs. “I’d much rather die than be with him for the rest of my life.” She stalks forward, reaching out to grab your hands. “(Y/N), you’ve got to understand me. You can’t possibly want me to be married to that thug either.”

Your mouth opens and closes as you stare at her. “I–” Joohyun blinks at you, the epitome of innocence although you both know that’s far from the truth. In the many years you and your family have served the Bae family, you’ve grown fond of the young woman who grew up alongside you. And she has found company in you as well. But her feelings surely do not match yours. “I’d rather you found someone you genuinely cared for, Miss Joohyun. But I cannot sway your parents’ decisions.”

Joohyun’s eyebrow raises. “I’m not asking you to. Lord knows their decisions will never change. But there is something we can do.” She leans in, her breath fanning over you and everything in you stiffens. “Run away with me.”

You blink once, twice. “What?” It comes out as a whisper, and Joohyun chuckles at the look on your face.

“Run away with me, (Y/N). Come on. Ever since we got older, we’ve hardly had time to spend with each other. I don’t want to marry Beomjun, and you can’t possibly want to work for my family for the rest of your life. It’s mutually beneficial.”

A frown pulls at the corner of your lips. “But I can’t possibly upend my life like that. My family would be devastated. I want to go with you, but I can’t bring myself to.”

Joohyun’s facial expression changes. Not to disappointment, or anger, but something else you can’t place. Something akin to a cat getting ready to pounce. “(Y/N),” she hums, leaning in just a tad more, and your breath catches in your throat. “Couldn’t you come with me, because I want you there?”

And before you can protest any more, Joohyun leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips. Your eyes squeeze shut. It’s what you’ve dreamt of at night when no one is away but your shallow breaths as you sneak a hand down your pyjama pants. A daydream you find yourself in as you clean the kitchen, imagining her slender arms wrapping around your waist as she presses kisses below your ear.

Deep in your mind, you know she doesn’t love you, not in the way she’s promising. The daughter of a business mogul, Joohyun is an expert in manipulating feelings. But maybe you’re so far gone, that if she wants you to believe she loves you, you’ll let yourself fall.

“If you want me, you can have me,” you murmur, and Joohyun’s face brightens at your quiet defeat. The sight of it makes a warmth bloom in your gut and you let a smile grace your face although your brain is screaming for you to pull back.

Living in a lie is worth it as long as she looks at you. Even if it’s not the way you look at her.

[graeclandtoo]

     🍓 ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊   hello my name is fifi i am a law student with bad time management and currently in an exam about labor legislation so this is a queued post however the love still stands !!! it's been a minute since i've been in a closed rp because i fear constraints and environments that shackle me — no but really i just haven't found anything that's interested me in [REDACTED] amount of time. but i am very excited to be here with all of u to present my two faildaughters, PRISCILLA ( antigone ) and BLOSSOM ( just trying their best ! ) !!!

     to read more about them, you can find all the pertinent links up here, and while it's obviously not exclusive i was able to come up with a list of possible connections here if anyone was interested in snatching them up !! if you want any of the connections or just want to plot in general hit the LIKE button and i'll come to annoy you on discord after i've passed my test !!

     is this how intros even go anymore ? no clue ! i think i'll end by adding their small blurbs for the app under the cut . HRBJNRKNRK ANYWAY ... sorry this is a mess i'm rushing for my exam. but i wanted to let u all know i'm excited !! see u all soon mwa

LOADING FILE…  ID #971004 AKA CODENAME: ANTIGONE.   PRISCILLA DALTON KANE. HUNTER SCHAFER. —  GENDER: FEMALE.  PRONOUNS: SHE/HER.  AGE: TWENTY SIX.  YEAR: SOPHOMORE GRAD STUDENT.   STUDYING: MODERN GREEK (LANGUAGE) and LINGUISTICS.  CITY OF ORIGIN:  MANCHESTER, ENGLAND. NOW PLAYING…  ANTI-CURSE BY BOYGENIUS.  GOING THROUGH LIFE CARRYING THE WEIGHT OF TWO, A SHOEBOX OF CHILDHOOD MEMORIES HIDDEN UNDER THE BED, BODYCON DRESSES HOLDING YOUR FEELINGS TOGETHER, GOLDEN HOUR REFLECTED ACROSS THE LAKE ACCOMPANIED BY THOUGHTS OF DROWNING. IF THE WALLS COULD TALK, THEY’D TELL YOU SHE’S BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH THE SAME SICKNESS THAT KILLED HER BROTHER, BUT DOESN’T SEEK RECOVERY FOR IT.  MENTOR: AVILA, FRANCISCO.    INDUCTION YEAR: 2020. ERROR:  FILE IS CORRUPT. PLEASE REFRESH.

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LOADING FILE…  ID #950623:   BLOSSOM SOO. BAE JOOHYUN. —  GENDER: NON-BINARY.    PRONOUNS: THEY/THEM.    AGE: TWENTY EIGHT.   YEAR: SENIOR GRAD STUDENT.    STUDYING: SPORTS MEDICINE.     CITY OF ORIGIN:  EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND. NOW PLAYING… ME AND MY DOG BY BOYGENIUS.  BEAT UP FOOTBALL BOOTS, HAVING AN EXTRA SCRUNCHIE FOR EVERY GIRL WHO MIGHT NEED ONE, SKIPPING CLASS BECAUSE IT’S A BEAUTIFUL DAY OUT. IF THE WALLS COULD TALK, THEY’D TELL YOU THEY MOVED ALL THE WAY TO NAXOS TO ESCAPE THE DOWNFALL OF THEIR REPUTATION AFTER THEIR SHITTY EX LEAKED THEIR SEX TAPE.  CONTINUE… ?

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[hoodiehwi]

bad boy down

[ggidolsmuts]

A Christmas Mystery - Red Velvet Irene, Seulgi, ????

*Hey, I have a question*

*Hi Seulgi. Yes, sure, what's up?*

*No it's Joohyun, Irene, whatever, you know who I am. When are you going to write for me again? You've written Seulgi and Wendy, and then you've written Seulgi again! When is it my turn*

*Nice to meet you. Umm I dunno, I had no plans for that. And you're fine with me lewding you and all that?* Your hands are shaking slightly as you text Irene back.

*Can't be worse than some of the thirsty comments we get, at least you last long enough to write that much*

*Thanks, I guess? But sorry, no real ideas*

*What, am I not hot enough?*

*No, of course not. It's like a song, you know? Not every song suits the group. Not every idea fits you just because you're hot, even if you are hot*

*Fine, but if I come up with an idea, would you listen to it?*

*Sure, no promises though*

*Oh I'll make sure you'll want to write it, you just wait* 

You gulp at her threat, and simply reply "OK". Irene doesn't follow up with an idea though, so you forget about it until Seulgi pings you once more weeks later.

*Hi, are you free Friday night?*

*Yeah, should be*

*Okay, can you come over? Irene unnie wants to tell you about her idea*

*Sure, I'll bring my laptop*

*I would also bring a change of clothes, just saying ;)*

*Great*

You're thrilled about what Irene had in store, and slightly fearful, given her adamant order to write, but there was nothing to do except to wait for Friday to arrive.

It is well worth the wait.

Seulgi and Irene have you arrive at a mansion, and you feel conspicuously underdressed as you approach the ornate door.

"Welcome, my dear writer." Irene almost fawns over you in a high-pitched voice. She's dressed in a little Christmas-themed red dress, white fur lining the top of it. Her hairstyle was simple, but simple is all that's needed when you look like Bae Joohyun. She produces a piece of black cloth and approaches you. "Nuh uh, don't move." Irene pulls it around your eyes, blinding you. You grunt as she ties it extra tight around your head before loosening it just a little. As a parting gift she draws sharp nail along your neck—Irene not only dressed to kill, she came to kill.

"Come on, follow me." You stumble closely behind as you hear Irene's heels click and doors swinging open.

"I've been reading your stuff, while mine was good, it's old, I want a new one."

"T-Thanks for reading them, and sure, but I can't really write while I'm blindfolded."

"Shut up. You have some interesting ideas, and I want my story to have all the interesting ideas. But no writing tonight, you'll just have to remember enough to write it later." Irene emphasizes this by taking your laptop out of your hands. Sit." You find yourself pushed onto a couch. Her hands are on your shoulders, and you reflexively reach out for her.

"Stop. Are you going to be a good boy and behave, or do I have to tie your hands up?"

"I'll behave." You stay still as Irene merely puts her weight on you and leans in.

"So you have stories about being blindfolded, stories about being tied up, a fucking gacha story, and so, so many breeding stories, so here's what's going to happen, this story? This story is going to combine everything!"

"O-Okay?"

"So, you'll say a number, let's say 1 to 9. One of us will come to you, and we'll do whatever we want with you. Maybe you'll be tied up, maybe you'll tie us up. Maybe you'll cum on us, maybe you'll cum in us, who knows what will happen, it'll be up to us. You'll call 4 numbers across two nights, and you'll be blindfolded during sex, so at the end, you have to guess who did you have sex with and in what order correctly."

"Sure, what happens if I guess wrong?"

"Then you have to write a story about this, remember every detail."

"And if I guess right?" She pulls on your ear harshly, making you wince.

"You just got to fuck four K-Pop idols, what more do you want?" Fair enough. "Do you agree?"

"I can still disagree?"

"Of course, then I kick you out of the mansion and we have our own orgy, you can have fun imagining that. So, yes or no?"

"Yes, I guess."

"Hah, I guess?" She reaches down to grab you through your pants. "I'll take this as a yes. Come in!" Irene calls out in the room, and soon you hear multiple heels clicking on the floor, getting louder, and to your surprise, it sounded way more than then 4 other members of Red Velvet.

"This is our guest for the weekend. I gave each of you a number earlier, if he calls your number, you get to have fun with him. Make sure he keeps the blindfold on, don't reveal your identity to him. Other than that, do what you want." You hear hushed whispers, but little else. A long finger is on your chin.

"Now then, what number do you choose?"

"Uh... 2?" Your selection is immediately met by a chorus of sighs and boos. 

"Again?" You hear someone ask.

"Tch, okay 2, take him to your room." Irene's heels click and clack away from you, until the room falls silent. A hand grabs you by the wrist, and you follow closely behind number 2. A door is opened, then closed as you walk through it. You're spun around and pushed back, and you land on a bed.

"Hi oppa." You recognized her voice quickly.

"Seulgi?"

"W-What? How did you know?"

"You do know that voice is a thing right? It's only impossible to tell in writing."

"Oh, oops, I don't think Irene unnie realized that." Seulgi giggles. You breathe a sigh of relief—maybe this will be easier than you thought.

"Can I take off the blindfold then? I know who you are already."

"No, I have something in mind, keep it on, but the rest can come off." Seulgi's hands work on your jeans, and you take off your t-shirt. She pulls your jeans and boxers off, leaving you naked on the bed. "I'm going to paint a picture in your head oppa, I want you to imagine it just like how I imagine things when I read your stuff." Wordlessly you nod, and you hear Seulgi's heels stop in front of you.

"Can you guess what I'm wearing?" You shake your head.

"Remember our Beautiful Christmas MV?"

"Of course."

"Good, I'm wearing that little red dress, and nothing underneath." Seulgi's voice drops to a whisper, just loud enough for you to hear. Her hands grab yours, and you smell her perfume as she pulls it around to her back. The coldness of the zipper contrasts the heat between the two of you harshly.

"Go ahead." The sound of the zipper is deafening, like a lightning bolt crackling down Seulgi's back. "Thank you dear." Relucantly you let her go, your hand trailing over her warm body as she backs up.

"It's going to drop to the floor... now." On her word the fabric rustles to the ground. You're leaking precum everywhere already, imagining her naked, that she's wearing nothing but her accessories and her heels. Those same heels approach you.

"Seulgi?" You feel velvet on your thighs, and as your hand moves around on it, you realize you're holding Seulgi's dress in your lap.

"I want you to touch yourself, touch yourself like I did while reading Haul-lelujah. Do you want to know how I did it?"

"Y-Yes," you croak, throat suddenly dry. As you feel more than hear Seulgi sit opposite you.

"When I read it, I had to go grab the tightest leggings I had and wear them, do you know what I did next?" Your hand starts stroking up and down, a visible "yes" to Seulgi. "I pushed it— Ah! Pushed it into myself, I fucked my leggings, they got so soaked." You hear the soft wet sounds of Seulgi starting to finger herself, the rustle of the sheets telling you exactly how quickly or slowly she is going—instinctively you match her pace with your hand.

"And then I did what you said you'd do, rip my top off and slowly peel the leggings off. Then I shtuffed it in my mouf—" Seulgi's voice is suddenly muffled, but the bouncing of the bed leaves you no room for imagination—Seulgi's right next to you, fucking her own fingers as she bites into the sheets.

"Fuck Seul!" She's wetter than ever, and you're harder than ever. Initially you can still hear her movements clearly, her fingers exiting and entering her pussy in time with noisy slickness. But as she speeds up, it begins to all blend together, as does Seulgi's moans as she drives herself into a frenzy. Soon you're in a frenzy too, the blood pounding in your head as you stroke faster and faster, fucking your hand like you would be fucking Seulgi.

"Nnngh oppa!" You hear a loud squelch, and suddenly your shaft is drenched in her juices! You cum immediately, feeling the soft fabric on your thighs as you jerk forward—you forgot that it was Seulgi's dress, and in the moment it may well have been just the most expensive tissue in your lap. Blindfolded and too far gone to care, you fire freely, stroking yourself to completion until you're leaking on your fingers, at which point you wipe it on the soft fur fabric.

"Mmm Seulgi—" Your mouth is suddenly filled with a soaked fabric as you are pushed back on the bed. The same scent fills your nose as Seulgi sits herself on you, rocking her hips on your face. She's fucking your face just as you described, except her panties are in your mouth! Her fingers dig into your hair, and she's pulling on you, rubbing her pussy all over your lips and nose.

"Oh, oh yes, ohh..." Seulgi climaxes a second time, coating your face in her juices. She slides down a little, now sitting on your abdomen to give you room to breathe. Or so you thought, as Seulgi kisses you and bites on her own underwear, pulling it out of your mouth before spitting it out. She comes back in for another kiss—any more of this, and she's going to kill you by asphyxiation. "Thanks for a fun time, what number do you want next?"

You're still gasping for air. "W-We're not having sex?"

"Not tonight, sorry."

"Damn, uhhh number 7?"

"Who was number 7 again... Okay, I'll bring you to her." You hear Seulgi zip up her cum-stained dress, and you fumble for your clothes before she grabs you by the wrist.

"Wait, my clothes!"

"You'll have them afterwards, you won't need it for tonight anyways." She pulls you out and along some corridor, making a few turns before almost letting you crash into her. "Stop, stop, we're here!"

"Sorry, you need to tell me beforehand."

"Right right, anyways, the handle is right here," she places your hand on it. "Enjoy."

"Thanks Seulgi." You hear her walk away as you let yourself in.

"H-Hello?"

"Hi, please take off your blindfold."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm, don't worry, my identity is still hidden." You shrug and take it off. There is a wall in front of you, and a pretty big hole in the wall—through it you can make out milky thighs and a short red dress. "Please put your cock through the hole."

Oh, it's like a glory hole. You stand close to the wall and put yourself through the hole. The ensuing silence is explained immediately as her lips part around your shaft, and her tongue starts wrapping around you. You look up at the ceiling, the slurping and sucking sounds of your partner all that you need to paint yourself a vivid image. She sucks you furiously, and her hair is tickly on your thighs. Your legs go weak, and your partner takes the opportunity to grab your legs, pulling you closer to devour your cock.

"Oh fuck, wait, I'm going to cum already!" The warm wetness of her mouth immediately subsides, and you get the briefest glimpse of white going down her legs before she replaces her mouth by another set of wet lips. Your moans clash as mystery number 7 pushes herself back on to you.

"Mmm that's deep! Just stay right there." She starts pulling herself off you slightly before backing her ass into you again. She grinds herself deep on your shaft, and while the hole prevents you from thrusting back, you're glad that you're able to last longer because of it.

"Fuck I need more, back up a little, keep your eyes closed!" You back away from the wall and do as she says. When she has you open them again you see that she has stepped backwards through the hole, her slim waist filling most of the opening. You still can't see her face, but you are able to see what you needed—the bottom half of someone, their red dress barely covering their ass. She's wearing boots, but the black lacy stockings just make her legs look even longer.

"Go ahead, fuck me, give it to me good." You immediately lift the dress and push back in. Your hands naturally go around her wide hips as you settle inside her. You lift her hips slightly so you're better aligned with her, and it gets you an extra inch deeper.

"Oh god, that's it!" You set a quick pace, your thighs slapping into her ass with solid claps of flesh—she's tight, and her toned body tenses in your hands every time. Through the small gaps in the hole you watch her hair fly up and down, her head snapping back every time you push through her now creamy and sopping wet entrance. You raise a hand and bring it down on her ass with a snap.

"Ahhh!" She screams from behind the wall, but her pussy tightens around you even more. So you slap her ass again—it ripples just like her wails around the room. It rises in pitch, turning into a piercing shriek as you grab her by the hips and lift her—with a firm grip on her tight body, any complaint about you would be groundless as Miss #7 dangles in the air. Held up almost like a wheelbarrow, the hole serves as a fulcrum, and she is the lever of pleasure as you pound her, making her legs flail with each thrust.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" With a final shout she goes breathless, and your partner's legs go rigid, toes splayed out, reaching for a floor she wouldn't touch—not until you were done with her. Her back is tense, and her muscles flex and twitch in rhythm with her pussy, desperate to milk you. But you hold on, to both her and your orgasm as a few drops of slick leak from your connection.

"Hey, I'm close, where—"

"In me," comes the tired reply from the other side of the wall. A few rough thrusts into her limp body and you almost pull her out of the hole as you yank her on to you. You let go with a groan, and her toes curl in response, hands gripping the edge of the hole tightly as you fill her own hole with cum. You let her down and she flops to the ground in front of you, her legs weak like custard. A puddle of white is already growing underneath her.

"Thanks, you should go." Her long hair covers her face, so you don't get a good look at her before she turns away from you.

"Do I call the next number now?"

"No, that's for tomorrow, just wait outside and someone will bring you to your room." Dumbly you wait outside naked, until a masked lady comes for you.

"Here, please put this on." She hands you the clothes you brought and shows you to your room, and you bow gratefully before collapsing in bed. It wouldn't do to wake up smelling of sex though, so you take a shower before burrowing into the sheets and falling asleep.

Sex is inevitable though, and you jolt awake feeling a warm, nude body by your side.

"Oppa?" You recognized the voice.

"I-Irene?"

"Joohyun please."

"Umm sure Joohyun, what are you doing?"

"Being selfish." She captures your lips passionately, and you're immediately hard even at the middle of the night. "I never told you, I really liked your sweeter stories too."

"Oh, thanks for reading I guess?"

"Please do that to me." Needily she rolls you on top of her. "I'm yours." Your lips make sure of that, sucking on her neck, leaving a bruise that the shadows can't hide.

"Oh god, say you love me, please!" Joohyun whispers hurriedly.

"I love you," you mutter, and Joohyun coos in delight—this was not the Irene you were expecting. Not the Irene that demanded you here to write a story, the Irene that always gets what she wants. This is the Joohyun who wanted to feel wanted, from you of all people. She's going to get what she wants, you suppose, but on your terms.

"So pretty, so nice..." you murmur, and Joohyun whimpers as you move a hand down her nude figure. You grab her butt lecherously, and all she does is twist towards you, to offer you more room to roam her thigh and leg. "Even though you have many fans, I love you the most out of all of them, you know?"

"Yes, please, please!" You pull her in for another kiss, and you hand waves small circles over her cheek, admiring at her juiciness. Closer and closer you get to touching Joohyun between her legs, and when you brush against her lips she squeaks and you gasp—she was soaked.

"Please oppa, please I need you!" Your fingers play with her slit, running them along one fold, then the other. You rub your fingers against her entrance, preparing her, but Joohyun pauses your advances. "Please, I want more than that."

"No, you want me to love you right?" Joohyun nods, and she moans in surprise as you slide a finger into her. "Then I'm going to love you my way." The protesting hand on yours melts away, and you begin firmly fingering the leader of Red Velvet, pushing into her clenching warmth.

"You're so tight Irene..."

"Joohyun!"

"Sorry, Joohyun, forgive me?" She blushes at your sweetness, and she tightens further with a nod. You kiss her cheek, her neck, her ear. Each kiss you push a little deeper into her, rubbing her a little harder. Joohyun's already on edge, so when you capture her lips and curl your finger, you draw her over the line.

"Mmmm!" She moans into the kiss, her upper body keeling towards you as her thighs close around your arm. You keep rubbing at her g-spot, and her legs thrash and kick about until Joohyun's utterly drained and her orgasm finally spent.

"I'm going to fuck you now." You withdraw your slick fingers from her, undress what little you have on, and get between her legs properly. As soon as you are in position you feel her heels on the back of your thighs—she's already wrapping her limbs around you.

"S-Slow, please?" Joohyun looked more vulnerable than ever, and you can't tell if she has you wrapped around her finger, doing whatever she wants you to do. Or do you have her wrapped around yours with how submissive a lover she's being. What you do know is that you have her wrapped around your cock as you take her slow, just as she asked.

"You're so tight Joohyun!"

"Y-You're too big oppa!" she groans delicately, relaxing herself to allow you in. The feeling of being inside her is nothing like you've imagined, and you take deep breaths against her neck as you eventually bury yourself inside her.

"You feel incredible, I mean it." Joohyun responds by wrapping herself tighter around you.

"I'm happy, keep going, make love to me, fuck me, whatever you want." Your fingers run through her hair, brushing them to the side to get a look at her. Joohyun really is gorgeous, and her lips part beautifully as you start drawing your length in and out of her. She shouts in pleasure as you lean down to tease a nipple, swirling around the stiff nub—with a gentle nip you also leave light teeth marks on her breast. 

You go back to watching Joohyun, her expressions varied, morphing in bliss as you hit different spots inside her—her lips would purse as you hit really deep inside her, then open in a loud moan as you pull back. They then stay parted in a small "O" when you slide back in at the right angle, rubbing the g-spot you found earlier. Her eyes wander your face, but also flutter shut, especially when it got a bit too much.

"Don't hold back," you order. Your fingers through her hair suddenly pull on it harshly, yanking her head back and opening her windpipe. At the same time you start a demanding rhythm, a strong pace that is determined to drive Joohyun into a screaming climax.

"Ah, w-wait! Oppa! Ahhh!" Joohyun wails uncontrollably, crying out into the bedroom as the sudden fierceness sends her hurtling to another peak. She screams as you put one powerful thrust after another into her during the orgasm, forcing her leaking slick back into her before it is pushed out by the next wave of slick. There is a small wetspot between her legs by the time you stop moving, and Joohyun's face is glowing in sweat and pleasure. It is also glowering in determination as she starts bucking up against you, urging you to move again.

“M-More, I want more!”

Your own orgasm nips at your heels, and you respond in kind, starting up slow before quickly picking up the pace again. Your harsh breaths are right in her ear, and she turns to kiss you, swallowing your exhaustion.

"You're going to cum?" Treating it as a demand in your frenzied state you move faster. Joohyun yelps and begs into your ear. "Oh, oh fuck! Just cum in me, just make me pregnant!"

Roleplay or otherwise, that's too much from her, and you kiss Joohyun fiercely—the taste of blood is on your tongue as you erupt in her, unleashing a white flood on her womb. She quivers and shakes underneath you, whispering how hot your cum feels inside her. It makes you wonder if you've actually done the unthinkable. As you finish seeding her, your kiss turns gentle, light pecks in apology for drawing blood. Even bleeding from one side of her lip she still looked beautiful, and you lean in for another kiss as you collapse on top of her.

"Thanks," Joohyun whispers. "I really wanted that, even if you might not write about it later." You're too drained to speak, and simply smile and nod.

She cuddles up against you, pulling your arm over her—for the moment, the two of you are lovers, and you raise a hand to brush the blood from her lip.

"S-Sorry about that, got carried away."

"It's okay, I don't mind if it's you doing it." She pulls your hand to her tummy, and now you're really not sure how much of it was roleplaying. You're too tired to think, maybe you'll clarify with her tomorrow, for now you needed sleep.

You wake up the next morning smelling of sex, but the bed is unfortunately lonely—Joohyun had left sometime in the early morning. In the room there is a brunch spread and a note. You read the note as you go through the delicious brunch.

*Please rest for now and stay in your room, you will next call a number at 3 pm*

That left you plenty of time to refresh and rejuvenate, and you head for another shower before simply relaxing on the bed, flipping through TV channels and your phone. On the dot at 3 pm there is a knock on your door, and a masked lady pokes her head through.

"What number would you like to call?"

"Umm, 6 then?"

"Aww okay, please follow me." You follow her out the door, and she looks around before whispering in your ear.

"If I were you, I'd pick 8 next, okay? It's a lucky number, trust me." You nod confusedly, and she continues showing you the way. When you arrive she blindfolds you before guiding you through the door. "Don't forget!" is her final whisper. You're left waiting for Ms. 6, and she approaches you confidently going by her footsteps.

"Welcome, this way please. You may leave your clothes on the floor." Once she's satisfied with your nudity she guides you to the bed and has you lie down. "I hear from Seulgi unnie you're good with your mouth?"

"Umm—" You freeze as her weight is on your chest—she's already sitting on you! "Yes."

"Good, please go ahead. Let's see how long you last."

"Wha— Ohhh..." Her hot mouth is suddenly wrapped around your shaft, and realizing what she wants your arms reach up for her hips, pulling her up slightly so you can eat her. You lean your head forward slightly, and as soon as you are able to locate her properly you start licking her slit, drawing light vibrations from her mouth around your shaft. Her entire body rocks on top of yours, alternating between bobbing her head on your cock and grinding her pussy all over your mouth. You hiss into her thighs as she gently grabs your sack, massaging it and pushing you close. You respond by spreading her juicy cheeks, a stray finger playing dangerously with the hole above her slit.

"Damn, that's—" The sudden pause in her rocking allows you to double down, and you slip a bit of your finger into her ass. "Ahh!" Gently you push your fingertip in and out, pushing against her resistance just enough for her to feel it. At the same time you keep the pressure up on her slit, licking it up and down. She doubles down on sucking your cock, determined to get you off first. It becomes a race, the suction of her cheeks almost unbearable. But what is really unbearable is your focus on her clit, ruthlessly flicking it with your tongue. When you slip your finger deeper into her ass, it's like you've run a rod through her.

"So fucking dirty, oh god!" She orgasms first, her hands going to your thighs, grabbing on to them for support. Mindlessly she bucks on you, riding out her climax, rhythmically pushing her ass back on your finger—you can feel her shiver and clench around you when you go deep.

"You did not write about that, ah..." She gets off you, pulling you to the edge of the bed. "But you didn't write about this either." Propped up on the bed, you moan as you feel your cock sandwiched by her soft pillows. Her tongue is suddenly only on your tip rather than wrapped around your cock, and as she strokes it with her tits, the race restarts, except you're the only one racing, and like Father Time, Pleasure is unbeaten. Your partner feels it too, and she licks the underside of your head deliberately.

"Fuck, that's it!" You groan loudly as you release, the feeling of her tits moving along your shaft exquisite. It is then replaced by a stroking hand, and your balls are gently squeezed by the other. "Ah..." She coaxes even more out of you, and you're almost falling off the bed when you finish.

"Wow, hah you can take off the blindfold, you've covered me completely." You see that it is true when you pull the fabric off. There is white goo all over her face, and some is on her well-endowed chest too. She really is unrecognizable, save for one open eye and a bit of her forehead. "Now put it back on, I'm going to go clean up."

"S-Sorry about that."

"Don't be, you were blindfolded." Her laugh is unrestrained. "You should wash your hands before you call the next number, none of us expected that."

"Right." She leads you to the bathroom and helps you wash your hands. She applies impromptu lip balm in the form of saliva on your lips, courtesy of her tongue pushing into your mouth. You're tempted to pull her against you for a similarly impromptu fucking, but she eventually pushes you away.

"I would have loved to have you for the night, but perhaps next time." You settle for a hand on her ass, squeezing it as she leads you to the door. Immediately you hear the masked lady again—has she been waiting for you the whole time?

"So, who are you calling next?"

"I'll call 8." You manage to remember the masked lady's request, and she squeals in delight.

"Yay, that's me!"

"Wait, really?"

"Mmhmm, come on, let's go!" She drags you stumbling through the halls and into her room.

"W-Wait, why are you leading me around, I thought you would be waiting in your room."

"I got the short stick to drag you around to the other girls, so might as well make the most of it." She spins you around and pushes you on the bed. "Now, how do I want to do this?"

You take the time to try and process the new information—she may have had the mask on, but you had seen her. She's petite, small in size and with short hair, who has that haircut? Before you can think further, Number 8 is in your lap, removing your clothes.

"I know about you and Irene unnie." A chill runs down your spine, how?

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Tch please, I was going to sneak in myself, but then I heard her screaming her head off. You'll do the same for me right? You'll breed my flat little tummy?"

"I-I don't even know who you are." You hiss as she sucks your collarbone.

"You'll find out in 9 months, and you can write about it then, call it 'How I bred—'" She pauses and laughs to herself. "Woops, almost revealed myself, are you ready yet?" She jerks a groan from you in response. "That's a yes."

When she gets in your lap, you realize she is smaller than she looked in the Christmas dress. She is also much tighter than the Christmas dress when she sinks down on your cock, how is she so wet already?

As it turns out, Miss #8 might be a mind reader when she whispers in your ear. "I've been listening to everything, it all sounds so hot, I was so hoping you would call my number." You feel something hard and phallic thrust into your hand. "If you didn't call my number, I was going to fuck myself silly on that, but I'm glad I don't have to now." You're glad too, there's no way it would have fit in her, given how tight she is right now. From the fugue of her tightness you realize one thing.

"You listened to everything?"

"Mmhmm, fuck yes, this is so much better than just listening though." She's already riding you slowly.

"So, can you tell me who was which number then?"

"Of course silly, we all know who was what number, how else would I lead you to the right rooms? You want me to tell you who was who?"

"Yeah, please?"

"That depends, can you stand up right now?"

"What?"

"Do as I say." Your hands wrap around her waist tightly, and you grunt as you manage to push yourself off the bed. You can hear the smile in her whisper, "Good, now fuck me just like this, make me forget I'm not supposed to tell you who's who, and I just might."

You bend your knees and straighten them again, lightly bouncing her as she clings to your neck and cock. You support her best you can, grabbing her thighs as you work your own, half-squatting and driving up into her each time.

"Yes, just like that, I'm dropping so deep on your cock! Ah fuck!" She squeals and gets even tighter, already rolling over an orgasm. Everything about her is small, even her orgasm, and she's already moaning and whispering in your neck to keep going. "That's only one, keep fucking me, keep fucking— nngh!" You shut her foul mouth up with a second peak. Despite her brazenness, she's easy to please, and like Santa’s sleigh in turbulent air you bump and bounce her through multiple small peaks.

As you move your hands to a more fuck-friendly position, you realize just how petite she is—you could lift her on and off your cock if you wanted to, and now that you have that knowledge, you definitely wanted to. You stop the ride and hold her still, ignoring her whines as you adjust your hands to clasp her waist. She squeaks cutely when you apply firm pressure, but as you start manhandling her up and down your shaft, low sexy moans begin to escape her lips.

"Oh, oh no! How dare you treat an idol like this! Like you own little fuck toy, what will my fans think— Ahh!" Said idol apparently loves it, and she releases a small wave of juices over you shaft. You get more into it, thrusting your hips in time with pulling her down on your cock, fucking her like a cocksleeve. She hangs on to you by the neck, her legs barely able to stay wrapped around your hips as she groans at the delicious friction. 

The pressure around your shaft grows with every passing orgasm from her, like she's slowly crushing you between her legs, and the pressure in your core grows too. In her present state she probably is less mind reader and more just feeling your cock throb inside her, but she manages to pull herself closer to you, whimpering into your ear.

"Cum in me, I need to feel it, give it to me!" A few a more strong tugs of her on to your cock, and you find yourself sitting back down on the bed. With the help of gravity you jam the pleading idol on your cock and unload into her. Her shout of surprise immediately dies away into soft grunts as you spew thick cum into her, each burst unbearably hot and gooey in her womb. She does the riding for you now, grinding on you slowly to extract all of your load, cooing as you fill her stocking with heat.

"You still came so much, good boy." She peppers your neck with love bites, her hair tickling your chest as she does so. As the two of you calm down from the session, you decide to catch her off-guard.

"So, why don't you tell me who I've been with?"

"I hope you enjoyed this weekend, hmm?" Irene jokes as you are brought in front of everyone once more.

"Yes, definitely, and I won't even have to write about it," you proudly say.

"That confident? Go ahead then, let's see who you guessed." You take a deep breath and remember what you were told.

"Seulgi—" Irene cuts you off with a jubilant shout.

"Hah! Wrong! I look forward to your story then!"

"What? How is it wrong? The first number is Seulgi! I even recognized her voice!"

"Did you have sex with her?" She fires back.

"S-She rode me and everything!"

"Doesn't count! She rode your face, not your dick! So you're wrong, and have fun writing about this weekend!" Irene cackles and laughs.

"Fine, including you sneaking into my room then?!" you fire back, to a chorus of scandalized shouts.

"Unnie!" "How could you!" "You should have invited me!"

"Shut up! I don't care, include it if you want, but you are going to write it."

"I haven't even mentioned who the others were, how do I know if I'm right?"

"Just leave it up to your readers then, we'll know who’s who of course, but no one else will."

So, who do you think you fucked?

A/N: Those Beautiful Christmas images are too hot not to write about, so I blended it in with that ask about continuing “Reader Feedback” in some form. Hope this is not too confusing, anyways I think I’m being very obvious about who’s who lol, but if you feel like pretending it’s someone else, by all means. Thanks for reading and happy holidays!

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Karina x Reader: A Star Wars Story

(Star Wars AU, post order 66. Also, not everything I wrote is according to canon, things were changed)

Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon @justme-idle

A/N: This is me just indulging in writing star wars and lightsaber fights lmao

Non star wars fans, BBY means Before Battle of Yavin. Think of it as BC. Important because years come in later

19 BBY

On the planet of Naevis, the stars twinkled brightly, but one shone through the night sky, falling to the ground. An escape pod, a girl cowering in the corner as she clutched her lightsaber close to her chest.

Karina was excited. She was looking forward to heading back to Coruscant for her trials to become a Jedi Knight, a rite of passage she was honoured to go through. Walking to the deck of the Venator Class Star Destroyer, she was accompanied by her Master, who had been guiding her in the ways of the force and being a Jedi, and behind them was Commander Tyras, in charge of the 29th Battalion. "General Bae, the Fleet is ready to jump into hyperspace." Tyras said, standing at attention next to Karina's master "For the last time Tyras, Joohyun or Irene is fine. Also, once we jump into hyperspace and reach Coruscant, tell the guys drinks are on me, they've worked hard." Irene said with a smile, patting Tyras on the back, who chuckled. "Alright General Irene, I'm sure the boys would love to hear that." Tyras said, before walking to the operator as Irene rolled her eyes, smiling as she bumped Tyras playfully From the side, Karina chuckled, observing the interaction. Her master was well known amongst the clones for being compassionate and caring, not only that, but was close with and cared for all her troopers, arguably as close as General Skywalker and the 501st.

Suddenly, a weird shift occured in the room, as Karina and her Master recoiled, both sensing something wrong in the force, Karina's master turning to her with a confused look, as Commander Tyras pulled out a comm pad.

"The time is now Commander Tyras. Execute Order 66."

The mechanical whirrs of rifles began priming around the two Jedi, both feeling a shift in the force, the light being snuffed out. Turning around, Irene noticed Tyras with his rifle to her, looking in confusion, before raising her lightsaber, deflecting the blaster bolt away, as she force pushed Tyras into the wall, knocking him out, dispatching the operator as well, before rushing to shut the blast doors.

"That door won't hold." She mumbled to herself, as she turned to Karina, still confused at what had just happened. "What's going on Master?" Karina asked, Irene shaking her head, pain searing through her head as the force alerted her to the fates of her Jedi comrades across the Galaxy. "I am unsure, Karina, but the clones have turned their backs on us, and I sense this is not an isolated incident. We must leave. We need to get to safe ground, and I'll reestablish communications with the Jedi Council. Come." Irene said, gesturing to Karina as they both ignited their lightsabers, taking a deep breath. The men they were about to kill were friends, once upon at least. As the blast doors open, blue and green lightsabers ignited as Irene and Karina fought through the star destroyer, their time fighting in the clone wars long preparing them for such a confrontation. As they finally reached the escape pods, the two of them saw 40 troopers waiting for them, overwhelming them as they were forced into a corner. What's worse was what Irene saw when she tried to catch her breath. "They've shot the fuel exhaust. The ship's going to explode... they're willing to kill themselves just to get us!" Irene exclaimed, before calming down. Turning the corner, she let out a strong force push, the clone troopers recoiling as the two charged to the escape pod. Karina readied the escape pod as Irene fended off the troopers "It's ready master!" Karina shouted out, Irene turning to join her in the pod, before reeling over, a blaster bolt to her back. "Master!" Karina shouted, deflecting another bolt to the troopers, but seeing hundreds of troopers closing in on them. "Go Karina, go to Naevis, there's a Jedi acquaintance there, find them, then stay safe. Go! I'll hold them off for you to escape" Irene shouted, Karina shaking her head. "No master, I won't leave you behind!" Karina shouted out, not looking back as she stood her ground, blaster bolt after blaster bolt bouncing off her emerald blade. "Go, Karina. May the Force be with you." With the force, Irene sent Karina flying into the escape pod, locking it and sending it off, before Irene turned, Karina forced to watch as Irene fought off as many troopers as she could, eventually dropping to the ground. "Master!" Karina shouted out helplessly, watching as her master's lifeless corpse collapsed, the escape pod accelerating away as the star destroyer exploded, the explosion catapulting Karina toward Naevis.

The clones betrayed the Jedi, the machinations of Chancellor Palpatine, now Emperor. Karina had received a message from the Jedi temple, sent by Master Kenobi, prompting her to stay away from Coruscant, as she stayed at the bar at Naevis, keeping her head low as she tried to find information on the mysterious Jedi acquaintance her master had. She did have one lead though, out in the forest, lived a mysterious figure who the townsfolk generally avoided. Armed with a torch, Karina trekked into the forest, nervous but hopeful to find another Jedi. As Karina entered the forest, she heard the trees ruffling, so she readied herself, lightsaber at the ready. "That's a dangerous weapon to be holding at this point of history, Jedi." Suddenly, Karina saw two lightsabers light up, an orange and purple lightsaber igniting, the two lightsabers flew at her, clashing with Karina's emerald blade as she adopted a defensive stance, a little shocked, as she had seen that combination only once before. Then, the lightsabers shut off, as Karina stood rooted at the ground, the green hue of her lightsaber the only source of light, illuminating where she stood as she turned nervously, trying her best to calm down, and to allow the force to guide her actions.

"You're slipping up Jimin. I thought you fought better than this!" The figure spoke, as Karina recoiled in shock. She hadn't gone by Jimin in years. Could it really be? Instinctively raising her lightsaber to the right, Karina blocked two swift lighsabers, the hue of the lightsabers illuminated the face of her assailant, someone who Karina had not saw in many years. "Y/N?" Karina asked incredulously "I'm touched you still remember me Karina. It's been years." You chuckled, both of you retracting your lightsabers. "You're the person my Master was talking about? Have you heard of what happened to the order?" Karina rambled off, not wanting to look you in the eye. "Qui Gon told me. This was bound to happen, Karina. The Jedi became soldiers, not peacekeepers, why do you think I left?" You chuckled slightly bitterly, bringing Karina to your hut. "I thought you left because of...us." Karina said, whispering the last word "Well, that didn't help." You shrugged, holding your hand out as the doors clicked, opening to allow your old friend and you to enter the hut.

37 BBY

Karina had just finished her lightsaber training with her class, Master Dooku just finishing teaching them basic lightsaber to lightsaber combat. She didn't understand the need for it though, there hadn't been a need for lightsaber combat since the last of the Sith disappeared. Now, learning blaster deflection was more important considering the threats Jedi faced on peace missions. Nevertheless, Master Dooku was relentless, training the younglings till their bones ached. As she left the hall though, she noticed another youngling, practicing with Master Qui Gon, who was once the padawan of Master Dooku. Inexplicably, Karina felt herself attracted to this youngling. The way they moved with the lightsaber was graceful yet forceful, the movements precise yet flexible. Karina hid behind the walls of the temple, looking on in awe at her fellow youngling. After about half an hour, the session finally ended, Master Qui Gon having to go on a mission with his Padawan. As Karina was about to retreat from her spot, the youngling spoke out. "You can come out now. I can sense you there." Slightly embarrassed, Karina slinked out of her hiding spot, as the youngling stuck their hand out. "I'm Y/N, do you wanna be friends?" You asked, Karina nodding as she shook your hand "I'm Karina, or Yoo Jimin"

33 BBY

"Focus, Karina-ah, your thoughts betray you." You teased as you stopped your blade just before her arm, having exploited a short moment of distraction by Karina. Karina rolled her eyes playfully, she held her lightsaber in the Ataru stance, as you stood opposite her, assuming the Soresu stance. She flipped into action, the acrobatic style of Ataru not matching up well against the defensive stone wall style of Soresu, as your use of Soresu allowed you an airtight defence, making it such that you were tiring Karina out. "Hey Y/N, I heard Master Plo was talking to you recently, what was that about?" Karina asked as she locked blades with you, both locked in a stalemate. "Master Plo is thinking of taking me as his Padawan." You replied, a force push sending Karina off guard before moving to strike to her head, as Karina parried the blow, using the force to enhance her jump, flipping over you and swinging a wide blow of her lightsaber. You dodged backward, before the two of you began circling each other once again. "Does that mean I won't see you anymore?" Karina asked, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Not as often, I'll still be back at the temple, just not as often since I'll be on missions with Master Plo." You replied, swinging your blade as you looked intently at her. Karina leapt at you once again, her blade outstretched to strike down on you, but you deflected it, and with a swift kick, disarmed her of her weapon and sent her to the ground. Looking at each other, the both of you chuckled, as you helped Karina up, force pulling her lightsaber to you. When you handed the lightsaber to Karina, you both felt your hands lingering, before finally pulling away. "I've got to go, Master Qui Gon wants a chat with me." You bowed, before bolting out of the room. Karina's eyes lingered on you, watching as you ran to consult with the old master.

"Are you alright, Y/N? I sense your thoughts on another." Qui Gon questioned, as the two of you walked through the Jedi archives. "Is it that female youngling you always mention?" Qui Gon asked, as you nodded. "I've been thinking of her more than normal, but I know it's wrong... the Jedi Code for-" You lamented, turning to talk to Qui Gon "Is not always right, Y/N. The Jedi Code may forbid personal attachment, but to grow attached to others is human, to love someone, is human. Attachment is not a scary thing, or a path to the dark side, as Master Yoda would put it. As long as you know to balance your attachment, you will not succumb to the dark side." Qui Gon explained "I do not understand, master. How do you be attached to someone, but not fear to lose them?" You asked, the two of you entering a room to keep away prying ears "Treasure them while you have them, and rejoice when they return to the force. You can mourn them, you can miss them, that is natural. But do not allow the negative emotions to overcome you." Qui Gon explained, patting you on the shoulder. "Death is a natural thing, Y/N, and once you accept that, you will never succumb to the dark side."

32 BBY

You were preparing to leave on your first mission with Master Plo, chatting with Karina when the news came in. Master Qui Gon and his Padawan Obi Wan Kenobi came to blows with the first Sith Lord seen in decades, and in the confrontation, the Sith Zabrak named Maul struck down Master Qui Gon. "Are you okay, Y/N? I know you too were close." Karina asked, her hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. "It is fine, Karina. Master Qui Gon is now one with the force." You answered solemnly, placing your hand on your heart, mourning a master, and an unlikely friend. "I must leave now, Karina, I do not want to leave Master Plo waiting." You said, brushing yourself off and heading to find the Kel Dor Jedi Master. "Wait, Y/N!" Karina stopped you, as you turned around. "I heard from Master Plo you'll be heading to Ilum to construct a new lightsaber?" She asked, to which you nodded. Karina then took a small jewel from her robes."This is a jewel from my home planet, I want you to have it. You could add it to your lightsaber hilt, and hopefully it protects you." Karina nervously smiled, her hand stuck out. Truth is, Karina was nervous. She was already worried about you at going out to be a Jedi, the dangers you'd face, but her worries were tempered by the fact that you were more than capable on your own and that you had Master Plo to protect you. But now...with Sith Lords back, capable of defeating extremely talented duelist like Master Qui Gon...what would become of you? Looking at it, you smiled, hugging the girl who had her arms outstretched. "Thank you, Karina. It's a good thing to remember you by." You held the jewel gently in your hand, backing away from Karina. Karina wanted you to stay. Wanted to keep you close. Keep you safe. She didn't know what this feeling was, but she didn't like it. But she knew she couldn't stop you. "May the Force be with you, my friend." Karina smiled, bowing to you as you bowed back

27 BBY

Karina had not talked to you for 4 years, and Karina had been plagued with thoughts of you. She was losing sleep too. She had heard that Master Plo and you were fighting a terrorist splinter group on Thera Minor, and there had been radio silence from the two of you. Looking around, Karina finds a master to seek council, and as fate, or the force, would will it, Master Yoda came walking down the temple, observing the training "Master Yoda, could I seek council?" Karina asked, bowing to the little green master. He nodded in agreement, as the two walked to the training room.

"To discuss, what would you like?" Master Yoda enquired, as the two sat "I'm conflicted, Master Yoda. I feel myself getting attached to someone, and I'm constantly in fear for them." Karina disclosed, as Master Yoda listened intently, running his hand through the remnants of his wispy white hair "Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed, that is." Yoda said "So what must I do, Master Yoda..." Karina asked nervously "You must let go of everything you fear to lose." Yoda explained, Karina looking uneasy now. She had been close to you for 6 years, more than half her life. How could she just let go of you...but she didn't have a choice, she thought. It was the Jedi Code after all "Thank you, Master Yoda." Karina bowed, before walking away

23 BBY

Karina fidgeted nervously at the landing pads. After 9 years, you were finally returning to the Jedi Temple with Master Plo, at a time that she was there too. How were you going to be like? Were you going to have changed? These thoughts plagued Karina's mind, all the thoughts being wiped as she saw the ship carrying the two Jedi. Seeing Karina at the landing pad, you leaped off the ship, running and throwing your friend into an embrace. "Karina-ah, I missed you so much!" You said as you felt the girl tense up under your hug. Karina smiled, she didn't want to but she was still attached to you. You and her had not interacted for more than half the time you had known each other, yet both of you felt like friends who could and would talk everyday. As Karina walked with you to the training hall, she noticed your lightsaber, replaced with a double bladed lightsaber, with a clasp in the middle that seemingly allowed the lightsaber staff to be split into two separate lightsabers. On the clasp laid Karina's jewel, your lucky charm on missions, though the Masters would claim that there was no such thing as luck. Whenever you were tired or down, seeing the jewel would remind you of her, and that was enough to keep you going. As if sensing Karina's eyes on the lightsaber, you took the lightsaber up, handing it to Karina as she fiddled with the staff, playing around with the handle. "The jewel was the glue of my hilt Karina, thank you for gifting it to me." You explained, Karina nodding a little in embarrassment Hoping to relive an old past time, you gestured to the sparring room, the sparring room the two of you met in, Karina looking on and nodding in agreement. Standing on the opposite sides of the room, Karina ignited her lightsaber, adopting the Ataru stance that she had been utilising for lightsaber combat since the beginning. Opposing her, you ignited your lightsaber staff, shocking Karina as one side shone orange, the other side shone purple, adopting the Soresu stance. "Orange and purple?" Karina questioned. She had not seen an orange lightsaber before, and a purple lightsaber was only ever used by Master Windu. "It's weird, I know. When I bonded to the crystals on Ilum, the crystals seemed to react weirdly. Master Plo didn't understand it, but he said that it was the will of the force, and that the crystal probably sensed something special in me."

The duel commenced, Karina utilising the force to boost her speed, leaping over you and unleashed a flurry of attacks. With the extra coverage provided to you by the length of the Lightsaber staff, it amplified the strength of your defence, as you rotated the staff about you, blocking and parrying the strikes, biding your time as you engaged in a war of attrition.  "Karina, I have something to tell you." You said, the two of you circling each other and thinking of a new way to attack. "When I was with Master Plo on those missions, I couldn't stop thinking abo-" As if sensing what you were about to say, Karina wasn't having any of it, as she attempted to redouble her efforts. She unleashed another barrage of strikes, her lightsaber twirling about in a graceful dance. Karina also used the Force in the fight, probing you for weaknesses with Force pushes and pulls, trying to find a weak spot in your defence. It seemed to work, as your defence started lowering, Karina charged at you to exploit it, but in a flurry, you detached your lightsaber staff to two lightsabers, before charging at Karina with a new stance that she had only seen one person use. "Vaapad?" Karina questioned, as she was put on the back foot, parrying and ducking from your new aggressive advance. Vaapad was a style of Lightsaber combat that blurred the line between the Light and the Dark side of the Force, drawing on the use of both the Dark side of the force as much as the Light, channeling it into a controlled aggression. It also utilises the opponents aggression against themself. "I picked it up from Master Billaba when she helped Master Plo and I on a relief mission at Plaus Prime." You explained, your lightsabers at the ready now. Karina upped the intensity of her combat, Karina's acrobatic movements and precise strikes danced in harmony with your fierce and unpredictable attacks, a battle of finesse and raw powers. Switching it up, in the middle of your charge, you reattach your two lightsabers back into a singular lightsaber staff. Flummoxed by the new complexity the staff brought about to your Vaapad style, Karina stumbled, and while she was able to deal with some blows, she was eventually disarmed by you, as the two of you smiled, enjoying the fight as you kept your lightsaber, the two of you laying on the floor of the sparring room.

"So, Karina, as I was saying, when I was gone, I couldn't stop thinking about you, and I...I think we're meant to be." You confessed, turning to face Karina. "What are you saying?" Karina asked, an uneasy feeling settling in her chest as she knew what you meant. "I love you, Karina, and I want to be together with you. If you'll have me." You said, blushing slightly. "No." Karina monotonously said, to which you recoiled a little. "The Jedi code forbids our attachment. We're taught detachment, lest we stray from the Light side."  "But what about being happy? Finding love?" You asked, slightly disappointed and exasperated by the staunch belief Karina adopted. "I'm sorry, Y/N. Emotions like love cloud our judgement, and we as Jedi are the defenders of the people, that is the first, and only priority."  "...I understand. I must go now. Master Plo needs me with him to debrief the council." You said, disappointed, slinking away from the room, leaving Karina laying on the ground, an empty feeling permeating through her chest.

22 BBY(After the Battle of Geonosis)

The Jedi were in disarray. They suffered many losses at the hands of the Seperatist battle droids, and they were now pulled into an intergalactic war. Karina was taken as Padawan by Master Bae, and was assigned to the 29th Battalion. As Karina and Master Bae prepared for deployment to the planet of Saleucami, Karina heard whispers of Jedi leaving the order. One name stuck out to her, of course. You. Slightly guilt stricken at pushing you away, she stood there, a little stunned. "What's wrong, Karina?" Master Bae asked, worried at her padawan's demeanour. "No, Master Bae." Karina bowed, as the two went to meet Commander Tyras

19 BBY(Back in the present)

Karina sat warily at the table, still in shock of seeing you again. You presented her with some tea, as you closed the door behind you, walking to your room to repair the cryo stasis tank still laying in it. "What have you been doing all these years?" Karina asked, nervously sipping the tea. You explained the training you had been doing, helping from the shadows so as to not give away your position, but as you explained, all Karina could think about was the regret that swelled in her whenever she looked at you. Her attachment to you was forbidden by the Jedi code. But that same Jedi code allowed a Sith lord to grow right under the Jedi order's nose, for the Sith Lord to now be the commanding power in the galaxy. Not just that, the same code that pushed the chosen one into the arms of the dark side. So, was the Jedi code always right? Sensing Karina's inner conflict, you turned, sitting down beside her as you patted her on the back. "I missed you, Karina." You said with a smile, the same smile that melted Karina, it always did. "I'm sorry for...then..." Karina muttered, as you shook your head "You believed in the Jedi code, that is your right, and I had no right to force or pressure you." You replied, getting up to prime some machines "Maybe I was wrong." Karina spoke up, stopping you in your track. Turning around, you saw Karina with a small bittersweet smile, walking up to you and throwing you into an embrace. "I should have done this ages ago." Karina whispered, as you smiled. "I love you, Y/N." Karina whispered into your neck, as you reciprocated, a smile etched across your face.

18 BBY

"I'm home honey!" Karina shouted out as she entered the home, setting down some supplies she had acquired from the town in Naevis, but hearing you talk to someone, a voice Karina recognised as the deceased Master Qui Gon "Vader is coming for you, Y/N. He knows you're here." "There's no point running, is there?" Your voice rang out, as Karina tensed up from the conversation. She had heard talks about a new killing machine who worked for the emperor. He found them? "He's turned the civilian population as hostages against other survivors. He will not relent till he takes you. I'm afraid it might be time."  "I understand, Master Qui Gon. I'll enact protocol refuge for Karina, at least she'll be safe. Thank you for the warning." "May the Force be with you, my friend."

Walking out of your room, you were greeted by Karina with a conflicted look on her face.  "You heard that didn't you?" You asked, as Karina went to a small compartment of the house, pulling her old lightsaber out. "I'm not letting you get yourself killed, Y/N. We can take whoever's coming, together." Karina said, as you stared worriedly at her. "We can't beat Vader, Karina. Please. I want to at least keep you safe."  Shaking her head, Karina tossed you your lightsaber. Instead of preparing yourselves for the fight, you instead pulled Karina out of the house, laying a picnic mat on the ground as the two of you held each other, understanding that should the battle go wrong, this was their last moments together. Laying on the mat, you held Karina close to you, reminiscing on the moments you two had together. "I love you, Karina, you know that right?" You whispered "I love you too Y/N." She whispered back, trying to calm herself down for the impending storm. Karina got up, suddenly feeling a little weird. "I'm sorry Karina. This is for the best. I'll see you soon." You said, holding Karina's body before she fell.  Sensing the presence of Vader near the planet, you bolted to your cryo stasis pod. Laying Karina's unconscious body in the pod, you looked at her lovingly for the last time, placing a light kiss on her forehead, before engaging protocol refuge, the stasis pod closing, then falling beneath the surface.

You sat at the middle of your home, meditating with your lightsaber on the ground before you, as you heard a mechanical breathing, your door flinging away as the Dark Lord of the Sith, clad in his black armour walked through the door.

Opening your eyes, you got up, facing Vader as you stared each other down. Vader ignited his crimson lightsaber, it hummed ominously in the darkness, as you held your lightsaber staff close to your face, touching your forehead to the jewel gifted to you by the love of your life all those years ago. 

Taking up the usual Soresu stance, you took a defensive stance as Vader began his assault. With precise movements, you deflected Vader's powerful strikes, channeling the Force to anticipate and neutralize each attack. You spun your lightsaber staff with elegance and control, its dual blades creating a formidable barrier against Vader's relentless assault. Vader pressed on with his assault, each strike more forceful than the last, taking it's toll on your defence as you were slowly overwhelmed by the sheer strength of the Dark Lord.

Sensing the futility of a war of attrition, you detached your lightsaber staff into two lightsabers, adopting the Vaapad style, unleashing a flurry of slashes and blows that surprised the Dark Lord, but not nearly enough to take him down, as Vader adapted to the new speed of the assault, going blow for blow with you.  Your lightsabers were a blur, as the speed of your assault clashed with the sluggish but still powerful blows of Vader

Slowly, Vader's experience and sheer power began to take its toll. Your relentless assault could not match the dark lord's indomitable strength. With a resounding strike, Vader disarmed you, causing your lightsabers to clatter to the ground.  As you fell to the ground, the Dark Lord held his lightsaber to your head. "I sense great potential in you, Y/N. Join the emperor, and he will grant you mercy, if you join the empire as an inquisitor." He said, his robotic voice filling the room. With one last spurt of energy, you force pushed Vader back, drawing your lightsabers to you once again. "Not while I draw breath, Skywalker." You replied, as Vader stood opposed silent but with killing intent "Draw your last." Vader replied, charging at you. You parried his first strike, dodging the second, but the third found it's way through your abdomen. As you fell to the ground, you clasped the jewel in your hand, your life flashing before your eyes, but mostly, it was her. The first time you saw Karina hiding behind the pillar, the duels you had, the meals and talks you had, the way she'd look at you and told you that she loved you. "I love you, Karina." You whispered hoarsely, before disappearing into thin air. Looking on in confusion, Vader stood, staring that the now empty cloak on the ground, before turning around, leaving the room.

??? BBY/ABY?

Karina shot up from her pod, looking around worriedly as she saw two unknown figures, one male and one female. Pulling her lightsaber up, she questioned, "Who are you?" "Calm down, my name is Luke Skywalker. This is my wife, Mara Jade. We found your location inside a holocron." He explained, as he handed you the holocron. "We came in search of a Jedi, we'll need help in reestablishing the Jedi order." Mara Jade explained, as Karina looked in confusion. "The empire fell? How many years have I been asleep?" Karina questioned, as Luke nodded. "40 years." Luke said, as Karina lowered her head. "We found this in your pod. We'll give you some space." Luke said, as both of them left the room. With a wave of her hand, the holocron opened, as a hologram of you showed up. "Hey Rina. If you're seeing this, it means Vader caught up with us, but at least you made it out safe. That's good. I'm sorry it had to end that way, but I had to protect you. I have faith that the light side will return, and when it does, they'll need you to help, and I know you're more than capable. So go, my love, help the next generation of Jedi. And don't forget. I will always love you, Karina, and know that even now, as I return to the force, I still love you."  Karina looked lovingly at your figure, tears slowly streaming down her face. Looking around the room, she saw it. Your ruined lightsabers. Covered by the dust and rubble. Karina walked over to the lightsabers, picking them up as she stared, feeling herself beginning to sob. Sitting amidst the rubble, she ran her fingers across the joining piece of the lightsabers of her beloved, her gift to you all those years ago. Her mind flickered to every moment you shared together, her grip around the lightsaber tightening in anguish. In her mind, she had just shared her last picnic with you. The last memory she had of you, flashing back and forth across her mind. Carrying the lightsabers, she went to the bed the two of you shared at the home, sitting down, before feeling a presence next to her. From the side of her eye, a blue hue sat. Sharing a tender smile, she whispered "Hello my love."

A/N2: Sorry guys, this might not be the kind of fic you're used to from me, I just wanted to indulge in writing a Star Wars universe Fic. Hope you enjoyed it regardless!

[sodamvelvets]

“it’s not you i want- part one”

bae joohyun x fem reader, park sooyoung x fem reader (platonic)

highschool!au (everyone is 18) + fake dating

warnings: swears

summary: your best friend misses her ex and devises a plan to get her back, things don’t necessarily go as planned

word count:  7464

part one | part two

a/n: hi, it’s been a bit, no? does anyone still use this site? anyways, i just wanted to finish this thing that’s been in my drafts and nearly done since,,, forever? because of the length i’ll be splitting it into two parts, the second to be posted soon. i can’t guarantee i’m back, but i’m at least attempting to get all my drafts done (there are a lot).

You should have skipped school today, you realize as you slowly close your locker, leaning against the cold metal and rubbing your forehead. It would’ve been so much easier to concoct some obscure sickness and convince your mother to let you stay home for the day, doing whatever you please, than to deal with whatever this mess is.

“So, you want me to date you.” You say finally, arching a brow as your best friend, Park Sooyoung, stares at you expectantly, her large brown eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and underlying annoyance, surely due to your insufferable silence that had begun ever since she’d told you her semi questionable plan five minutes prior. 

Sooyoung crosses her arms, wrinkling her button nose and letting out a frustrated huff of air as she tiredly blinks, carefully piecing her next words together. “Technically yes, but it’s fake,” She bites her lip as her attention noticeably shifts away from you, a look of sadness briefly flashing across her face before she refocuses herself, muttering something under her breath. “Please, it’ll only be until-”

“Joohyun wants you back.” You finish for her, your gaze drifting to the place where Sooyoung’s previously fell, watching in concealed amusement as Bae Joohyun, the ex-girlfriend of your best friend, laughs boisterously, throwing her head back in joy and causing several strands of her brunette hair to come loose from her low hanging ponytail. Joohyun’s pale cheeks begin to redden as she becomes aware of her loudness and she hastily hides her mouth behind her hand, ducking down as embarrassment creeps across her gentle features, and just for a moment you smile. 

Even you’ll admit that Bae Joohyun is undeniably alluring, her flawless features and delicate, lithe, form combined with her shy but sweet personality makes her irresistible to most, something she’s been even since your awkward elementary school days, where you remember supposing Joohyun was a witch, her clear skin and shining oval face that was somehow both daringly attractive and also childishly cute, standing out like a shimmering beacon amongst you and your acne-ridden peers. 

When you were younger rumors often followed Joohyun, always along the lines of her being scouted to join entertainment companies as an actress, idol, or model, and like many you believed these to be true however none of those stories ever held their own, your classmates waiting with bated breath every new school year for her inevitable departure, but alas she would always return with a shy smile and a soft wave, seating herself quietly and ignoring the jealous glares and longing whispers as she settled in for another three hundred sixty-five days of education. 

Despite her beauty and outwardly kind disposition, you’ve never quite been able to understand why throngs of people always seemed to fall at her feet, ready to do anything for her to give them just a second of acknowledgement. Perhaps that was why, when Sooyoung told you after one of your volleyball games that she was interested in Joohyun, you were shocked. You couldn’t imagine Sooyoung, such a prideful person joining the crowds clambering for Joohyun’s attention, and you suppose that technically she didn’t have to in the end. 

It was a friend of a friend type thing that brought the two together, Joohyun easily taking a liking to Sooyoung. Your best friend was almost as alluring as Joohyun, with her charismatic and good-natured attitude and aphrodisiac looks. They were the perfect couple really, the school beauty and the varsity volleyball team captain, in retrospect maybe a little cliché but still a good match nonetheless.

Beside you, Sooyoung appears lost, her expression far off and almost wistful, and as you glance worriedly at the taller girl, she clears her throat, becoming aware of your solicitous gaze and straightening herself. “Will you do it?”

“I don’t know.” You say, puffing out your cheeks.

It’s been almost four months since Joohyun broke up with Sooyoung, something you’re only sure of because you know you'll never be able to forget the day it happened when for the first time in your seventeen years of knowing Park Sooyoung, you saw her cry. It was surreal for you, to see Sooyoung, quite possibly the strongest person you know, shaking uncontrollably in your arms as she sobbed violently into your neck, oblivious to your soothing words. Sooyoung never told you why Joohyun decided to end it, and you never bothered to press the matter any further, instead wisely deciding to skirt around the topic. 

You remember that as the weeks passed, Sooyoung would often tell you she was fine, and you didn’t need to worry about her, but despite her assurances, you still did. There was this certain longing way that Sooyoung looked at Joohyun, something you knew she didn’t think you’d noticed in between her lies of having moved on, and truthfully, it still makes you uneasy, to see Sooyoung so upset over someone who doesn’t seem to be even slightly interested in the taller girl anymore. 

You shake your head. “How do you know she’ll want you back?” You ask finally, stopping yourself from adding on the part about Joohyun breaking up with Sooyoung, not vice versa. 

“I just do,” Sooyoung shrugs, placing a hand on your shoulder, the sudden contact making you jump. “She has to.”

You sigh at her response, torn between admiring Sooyoung’s foolish overconfidence in herself or shaking her awake from this delusion. “Okay,” You frown. “But why does it have to be me?  Why not like Yerim or something,” You say, referring to one of your teammates who, like many, has been relentlessly flirting with Sooyoung for some time now, her breakup reinstating her as the school’s most eligible bachelorette, behind only maybe Joohyun herself. 

Sooyoung rolls her eyes incredulously, acting as if you’re incompetent for not understanding why she’s chosen you for her fake dating ploy. “Because it’s the most realistic, two best friends getting together, and I’ve never even shown interest in Yerim before either. Plus,” Sooyoung adds, gesturing between the two of you. “You and I have the ideal opposites attract dynamic.”

It’s true that Sooyoung and you have always been a relatively odd pair. Sooyoung is an outgoing, reckless, and overly impulsive type, compared to your more quiet, thoughtful, and calculating persona, however, your seemingly clashing characters somehow managed to balance each other out fairly well, with Sooyoung becoming if only a little bit more tame and sensible around you, and you learning from her to let loose and have some fun in life. 

“Fine,” You’re not sure why you find yourself agreeing, perhaps it’s because you’re sick of seeing your best friend in pain, and even though you doubt this plan will come to fruition you’re willing to try for Sooyoung’s sake. Or maybe it’s just because you’d really like for this conversation to end and to go get a coffee. But either way, you find yourself reluctantly nodding. “I’ll do it.”

///

A sharp yelp escapes your lips as you feel a sudden weight leaning into your backside and a strong pair of arms that you identify as belonging to Sooyoung wrap themselves lazily around your neck, pressing a kiss onto the crown of your skull and in turn causing you to drop your chopsticks in pure shock and your cheeks to warm.

Sooyoung, noticing this laughs heartily, shaking you out of your stupor as your fingers fly to pry her off of you. “Don’t touch me you stupid hunk of-“ You begin to growl, however, the words seem to shrivel up in your mouth as you become increasingly aware of your volleyball teammate, Son Seungwan, watching the two of you with widened eyes, surprise evident on her face at your harsh remark, gently reminding you of your job as you suppress a sigh and finish your sentence with a fake smile and a new faux sweetness in your voice. “Love and kisses.”

Seungwan, although still appearing to be a little confused by your backhanded compliment towards your supposed girlfriend, seems to hesitantly accept your recovery, turning back to her own conversation with Kim Jennie, the outside hitter, as Sooyoung sits down next to you, wearing an amused expression and shifting her chair closer to you so your shoulders are brushing against each other. 

“You look awful today,” Sooyoung says a couple of beats later, her tone more observational than teasing as she unscrews the cap of her water bottle.

You don’t respond to her comment, but you can imagine it’s true, from the dark bags under your eyes due to staying up late last night working on a project; curse your procrastinating self, to you oversleeping your alarm this morning and barely being able to stumble out the door in one piece, you aren’t exactly the epitome of beauty, and you’re certainly no Bae Joohyun, especially in your baggy jeans and faded tee shirt. Though, you’re sure that even if Joohyun were to wear exactly what you were, she'd somehow manage to make it look presentable if not breathtaking. 

However, to your credit, with the exception of today, lately you’ve been dressing better than you normally would, perhaps it’s the small amount of you that actually cares about the student body’s opinion finally kicking in, slowly creeping its way into your peripherals and making you suddenly more conscious of your appearance than you’ve ever been and filled with at least a little determination to look somewhat presentable, even if it means going far outside your comfort zone by applying a rather shoddy makeup job and wearing less casual clothing as compared to your usual bare face and minimum effort outfit. 

“Seriously,” Sooyoung repeats. “You look awful.”

“Yeah, well not all of us can be Joohyun,” You mumble.

“Clearly not,” Sooyoung says, the corner of her lips turning upwards in a mischievous smirk. “Plus, unlike you, Joohyun was actually nice to me.” 

“Probably because she didn’t realize it was more than you deserved,” You bite back. 

Sooyoung laughs, unphased by your words, which you note is one of the unfortunate drawbacks of your years-long friendship. “Or maybe she just had human decency.” 

You only stick your tongue out at her in response, pushing your tray of food away from you, your appetite sated as a comfortable silence falls between the two of you, with Sooyoung eventually getting bored and pulling out her phone, but not before she makes sure to wrap an arm around you, your body stiffening at her touch momentarily before relaxing.

It’s been two weeks since you and Sooyoung started ���dating’ and to say it’s been a struggle for you would be an understatement, most prominently due to your differing ideas of what a relationship should be. Much in contrast to your best friend, who up until Joohyun, was considered the ‘serial dater’ of your grade, you’d only had a handful of romances, most recently last year with Kang Seulgi, an older and rather laidback girl who was on the school’s competitive dance team until she graduated and moved overseas to attend some prestigious performing arts school.

 With Seulgi things were comfortable, your relationship was far from a secret but it was still private, your intimate moments shared only behind closed doors, few times did the two of you ever do anything publicly, beyond maybe a quick kiss on the cheek or interwoven hands. You realize now though, that what you had with Seulgi vastly underprepared you for what Sooyoung wants you to have with her. You suppose it’s due to Sooyoung’s grandiose personality that she’s like this, always wanting to have a very public and visible relationship, a factor that is only multiplied by her need to show off to Joohyun, and despite the fact that this is all fake, there comes a point where even you reach your limits, and Sooyoung’s melodramatic actions which very much so go against your reserved nature have definitely reached that point, your snarkiness with Sooyoung having noticeably gone up, especially at your volleyball practices.

Of course, your entire team already knew you and Sooyoung were dating by the time you reached practice at the end of your first official day together, (word has always spread fast in your school, and even faster if it involves Sooyoung) and to your horror, none of them even seemed to be surprised by the news, with some of Sooyoung’s closer friends even saying it was about time, and this surely soured your mood, which was already unhappy with the sudden surge of attention you were getting, causing the still increasing amounts of jabs at Sooyoung whether it be on poor form or simple mistakes. However luckily for you, most of your teammates have just assumed those moments were due to your cold personality and didn’t question if it had anything to do with the state of your relationship. After all, it was a well-known fact that while both you and Sooyoung are equally skilled at the game, Sooyoung’s affability was what made her the best choice for team captain, something much preferred over you and your somewhat unapproachable aura.

But the worst part of it all, and much to Sooyoung’s displeasure as well, was that Bae Joohyun, if she ever even noticed, didn’t seem to care much about you and Sooyoung, hardly even looking your way even when Sooyoung would purposely stop you in the halls where she was sure Joohyun could see to make some lame romantic gesture that you had to pretend to be enamored by. It seemed to you that this was all in vain and you were in this much deeper than you wanted to be. 

“Sooyoung,” You mumble, unwrapping her arm from around you, and reaching for your bag beneath the table. “Can we go for a walk before the next period starts?”

Sooyoung, who appears surprised by your abrupt request, briefly raises a brow in question before noticing your almost pleading expression and nodding slowly. “Sure,” She says, beginning to stand, with you hastily mimicking her movements.

“Where are you two going?” Jennie’s voice startles you slightly, her presence having been long forgotten in the midst of your swirling inner monologue. “Somewhere private I’m guessing?” She continues, jokingly making lewd motions with her fingers as some of your other teammates begin to chuckle quietly, and your gaze instinctively goes to the floor as discomfort fills your body. Sooyoung, appearing to have observed your reaction, moves closer to you, and although she’s only a couple of centimeters taller than you, at the moment her frame seems to dwarf yours. 

“Get your head out of your ass Kim,” Sooyoung says, her tone harsh and unamused as Jennie’s smirk turns into a sheepish grin, the rounds of laughter falling silent. “We’re just going for a walk, maybe you could try it instead of having a quickie in the janitor’s closet every other period.” 

And with that, Sooyoung snatches your stacked lunch trays and storms off, with you following her hesitantly. Confusion fills you as you watch Sooyoung’s shoulders untense. This is not the first time that Sooyoung’s been teased like that, in fact, it happened dozens of times with Joohyun, but she never responded then, rather choosing to just laugh it off, you assumed to keep up her appearance as an easygoing team captain. Her earlier riposte, you realize, was inexplicably out of character. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” You mutter as Sooyoung dumps your unfinished meals with the rest of today’s food waste, her face unreadable.

“Yes, I did.” 

You open your mouth to say something but decide against it as your best friend lets out a deep breath and holds out her hand to you, clearly wanting to move on from what just happened, and reluctantly you take it, exiting the cafeteria together, and leaving any awkward air between the two of you behind as Sooyoung escorts you to your next class, something she’s done even before you started fake dating. Unlike you, your best friend has dropped all unessential courses for her last year of high school, leaving her with a handful of free periods a day and plenty of time to accompany you during your transitions, often taking this time to tell you about trivial matters that you hardly ever care out, but still, you appreciate her trying, it’s just another one of Sooyoung’s subtle ways of showing she cares. And while you would never admit it to Sooyoung’s face, (if you did she’d immediately turn painfully smug and use it to further inflate her ego) those two-minute-long moments, that in retrospect seem mundane and unimportant, matter a lot more to you than she knows.

However today as you pass through the halls, her usual chatter is gone, replaced by an unsettling silence that continues even as you reach your classroom, which is luckily empty, your early departure from lunch having left you with enough leeway for a little over five minutes of relative peace before your peers arrive.

Gently, you release Sooyoung’s hand, heading for the backmost table, and dropping your backpack on the floor. “Are you okay?” You ask Sooyoung as you slide into your seat, eyeing her warily while she distractedly looks at the educational posters lining the walls, but based on her expression, you doubt she’s actually reading them. 

“What?” Sooyoung’s attention turns to you and for a moment she only stares, as if she’s replaying the last few seconds mentally. “Oh, yeah,” She says finally, walking towards you and hoisting herself up so she’s sitting on the tabletop.

“You sure? We can uh,” You rub your neck, leaning back in your chair. “Talk about it, if you want.”

Sooyoung shakes her head. “I’m fine, I swear,” she says, a small smile appearing on her face, perhaps because she’s briefly touched by your rare display of worry. “The thing with Jennie,” She pauses. “It was just because I was tired. Of her behavior I mean. She’s just been getting on my nerves lately, you know?”

“Yeah,” You say slowly, somewhat surprised. Sooyoung is a good liar, even when you were kids it was always hard to tell if she was telling the truth or not, something your mothers hated, and you of course loved, at least when it worked in your favor. But when it comes to you, you’ve always been able to tell when she’s lying, and it’s no different this time. Still, you say nothing, instead forcing out a laugh. “She can be a real bitch.”

Sooyoung glances at you, a chuckle escaping her lips before her expression turns serious. “So,” Sooyoung says, arching a brow. “Why did you really want to go on a walk?”

“Maybe I just enjoy your company.” Sooyoung rolls her eyes at this, moving to flick you. “Okay, fine!” You concede, pushing Sooyoung away from you. “I just,” You sigh. “I think we should talk about Joohyun.”

Sooyoung straightens, her gaze hardening as she leans forward. “Why?”

“Why?” You echo, a sudden irritation filling you, as the past two weeks of frustration and fruitless efforts catch up with you. “Because I’m sick of this Sooyoung. We’re doing this for nothing! She clearly doesn’t care, and I’m done with this game.”

“No, you can’t be done,” Sooyoung’s jaw tightens and she suddenly grabs your wrist, making you flinch. “We’re so close, and I promise it will end soon, just give me some time.” 

“You’re wrong Sooyoung,” You hiss. “This will never end because Joohyun doesn’t care.” Your tone softens. “You need to let go.”

“Please Y/N,” Sooyoung begs, her gaze snapping to the doorway as one of your classmates walks in briefly looking between the two of you, and Sooyoung lets go of your arm as her voice drops significantly. “Give me a little longer, I just need to figure it out.”

“One more week,” You say as the bell rings and more of your peers begin filing in, your privacy now gone. “One more week, and if nothing changed by then, this is over.”

Sooyoung doesn’t respond, and by the look on her face you can tell there will be renegotiations later, but for now, she backs down, hopping off the table and hesitantly leaning to kiss your forehead as she becomes aware of your watchful classmates, before slowly pulling away, and leaving you with burning cheeks. Without a word, she walks away, accidentally shouldering someone as she tries to slip away before your teacher arrives, and you cringe as you recognize the person. You watch with bated breath as Sooyoung stops, turning to apologize, but the words seem to die on her lips when she realizes it’s Bae Joohyun, and a visible awkwardness floats between them as your best friend mutters an apology and excuses herself. However, Joohyun seems unaffected as she continues to her seat, ignoring your classmate’s whispers as she passes by, and seating herself in the row ahead of you next to her friend Kim Jisoo, who immediately leans over to mutter something in the brunette’s ear, peeking back at you for a second with a smug smirk. You bury your head in your arms until your instructor arrives. 

Today’s class is mostly unit review, you realize a little later as your teacher begins to project old material on the board, and reluctantly you pull out your notes to halfheartedly follow along, eventually giving up and beginning to doodle, quickly done patterns and designs starting to litter your papers more and more as the lesson drags on. You sigh, placing your pen down and sitting back to admire your work, it’s nothing too intricate, but still, it has its own beauty you suppose.

 You’re not sure why your gaze drifts to Bae Joohyun, from where you’re sitting you can only just barely make out her enviable side profile as she writes something down in her notebook, and perhaps it’s simply because you’ve found that over the last several days your life has seemingly become centered around Joohyun’s existence that you find yourself staring at her from behind, admittedly admiring the way the tips of her collarbone just barely poke out from the neckline of her shirt, and how her mussed hair cascades in waves to the small of her back. Nearly autonomously, you begin to glide your pen across your page, creating a feminine face with a defined jawline and perfectly arched nose, using one continuous contour line, a technique Seulgi taught you, and while the finished piece may be a little abstract, it is still indistinguishably Joohyun, and you’re sure if Seulgi were to see, she would be proud. 

“Hi,” Your body jumps as a stack of papers is dropped in front of you, and you’re met with Bae Joohyun, who offers you an apologetic smile as she pulls up a chair across from you and settles herself in. Joohyun’s gaze wanders from you to your notes, surely noticing your drawings, more specifically the one of her, and quickly you flip them over, your cheeks burning. “We’re, uh partners,” She says finally, thankfully saying nothing about your sketches and pointing to the board, where your name is written next to hers. Of course, you think, it’s really just your luck to end up partners with Bae Joohyun, the very girl you’re supposed to be making jealous. And what will Sooyoung say? You bite your tongue, holding back a groan, it seems life has just gotten a little more difficult.

“Right,” You mutter, shaking your head to clear your thoughts and forcing a smile that you’re sure is unconvincing.  “I’m Kwon Y/N,” You say, holding out your hand. 

Joohyun stares at you weirdly, a glint of amusement in her eyes as she takes your hand with her own, which you note, is much softer than you expected. “I know. We’ve met. Many times,” She clears her throat. “And you’re also dating my ex.” 

“Oh, yeah,” You cough. “Sorry,” You add, truthfully unsure which part of her statement you’re apologizing for.

Joohyun lets out a soft laugh, shuffling through her papers to find the project overview. “It’s fine,” She shrugs, flipping through the packet, and then passing it to you. “I don’t really care anyway.” 

You only nod in response, doing your best to ignore Joohyun’s stare as you skim through the pages, where you, unfortunately, learn that this is a two-week-long project. By the time you’ve finished reading the packet, and figured out what this assignment is even about, Joohyun has already begun taking out the rest of her notes, making you shift uncomfortably as you realize how pitiful your quickly scrawled annotations look compared to hers. Still, you ignore your slightly wounded pride, taking out your laptop and starting to do extended research for your presentation, occasionally checking in with Joohyun to ask if she agrees a source is adequate, and eventually a congenial silence fills the air between the two of you, and you can’t help but think that this isn’t as bad as you thought it would be.

 “Did Sooyoung ever tell you why we broke up?” She asks seemingly out of nowhere, and when you glimpse her way, you realize she hasn’t even bothered to look up from her work, much too focused on filling in her section of the outline.

“No,” You say cautiously, stopping your typing and watching her as she scribbles something down about catalysts. “I didn’t want to pry.” 

“It was because I was interested in someone else,” Joohyun says this so casually, that at first you don’t register what she’s just said, but the second you do your body tenses. 

Her words shock you. Although you’d never say it out loud, Sooyoung is truthfully quite good looking, from her full lips and seductive gaze to her athletic build, you can’t imagine anyone above her league, and hearing Bae Joohyun of all people insinuate that there is indeed someone better than the perfect Park Sooyoung has you wildly confused, and maybe somewhat concerned, perhaps the brunette has an underlying issue you’re not aware of, because surely no sane person would dump your best friend for a passing crush, and yet here Joohyun is anyways. It’s possible, you contemplate, that this mysterious interest of Joohyun’s is why she doesn’t care about you and Sooyoung’s efforts. 

“Are you still?” You question, solely for Sooyoung’s sake.

Joohyun peers at you for a second, ceasing her movements as her expression becomes thoughtful. “I think so.”

Joohyun doesn’t mention Sooyoung again as the two of you delve into your work again, leaving you to process the past few moments as you distractedly scribble things down, concluding, that while misfortunate for you, it appears that Joohyun’s slight apprehensiveness still leaves Sooyoung with a chance. Quietly, you curse under your breath, earning you a brief glance from Joohyun, but you hardly care at this point, more caught up with the realization that this new development will most likely result in an extension to your fake dating act with Sooyoung. 

By the time fifteen more minutes pass, class is close to over, and you and Joohyun are starting to put your materials away, quietly discussing if there’s anything to do outside of class. However, for now, there seems to be nothing, something you’re secretly grateful for, as your workload combined with volleyball is already more than enough for you. 

“I’m glad we’re partners,” Joohyun says as you help her reorganize her papers.

You can’t help but laugh, tilting your head to the side in question. “Why?”

Joohyun shrugs, looking like she’s going to say something, but she seems to forget her words as someone calls her name out, and you try your best to ignore the subtle pang of disappointment in your stomach as your eyes follow hers to see Jisoo beckoning Joohyun over, and you can hear the brunette chuckle softly. “I should go talk to her,” Joohyun says, turning back to you, and taking the pages from your hands, quickly dropping them into her bag and zipping it up. 

You nod, your hand jumping to the back of your neck as you notice Jisoo’s gaze boring into you. “Yeah,” You mumble, shifting awkwardly on your feet. 

Joohyun smiles unaware of your discomfort, offering you a small wave. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you,” You echo watching as she goes to join Jisoo just as class is dismissed, and once again Jisoo looks back at you with a smirk, leaving you with an uneasy feeling. 

You don’t have long to ponder over it though as your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you glance at it to see a text from Sooyoung reminding you that practice was rescheduled for today. You sigh, hiking your backpack up on your shoulder and heading for the locker room, where some of your teammates are already lingering, waiting for the start of your practice in thirty minutes. Hastily you change, pulling your hair up into a ponytail and leaving to go meet Sooyoung. You’ve decided to tell your best friend about what happened with Joohyun after practice, not wanting to distract her from your drills. 

Sooyoung is waiting for you at the athletic center entrance, twirling an Allen wrench between her fingers as she leans against the doorframe. Wordlessly, she tosses it to you, bending down to pick up the bag at her feet with a small grunt as you brush past her, going towards the court’s centerline and beginning to pry off the golden caps of the floor sleeves while Sooyoung starts unpacking the net. It doesn’t take long to set it up after that, your years of volleyball have made this process more autonomous than anything, and with Sooyoung, everything moves quickly, your lifetimes together allowing your bodies to move in perfect sync as if they were two halves of a whole, rather than separate beings. 

“We’re not breaking up next week,” Sooyoung says eventually as she watches you loop off the excess rope.

You finish tying off a knot and raise a brow at the taller girl. “Why?” 

“Because you’re partnered with her,” Sooyoung says.

For a moment you just stare at Sooyoung. You’re not necessarily surprised that Sooyoung is already aware of your partnership with Joohyun, it was bound to spread quickly in the first place, and of course, it would reach your best friend first, but still, you can’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance. “How’d you find that out?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t have time,” You shrug, unbothered by Sooyoung’s evasiveness and repeating your question. “How’d you find out?”

Sooyoung doesn't respond, her attention shifting to Seungwan as she enters the gym, pulling in a cart of volleyballs with the rest of your team trailing behind her, signaling the start of your practice. 

“When does your project end?” She asks, not meeting your eyes.

You sigh. “Two weeks?”

“Then that’s when we’ll break up.” 

Sooyoung doesn’t give you a chance to object as she sprints away, meeting your incoming teammates and already beginning to give them instructions for your warm-up.

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Few people are in the library by the time you arrive only a couple of hours before closing. It wasn’t your original plan to be here, in fact, it was really the last place you’d want to be, especially after a tiring day of academics followed by an intense volleyball session, but with your tournament coming closer and your free time becoming lesser, Joohyun suggested meeting up past school hours, leaving you in your current situation, drowsy and miserable yet still somehow standing. Nonetheless, your fatigue wasn’t enough to deter you from completing another section of your project, hoping that at a minimum, your future self will appreciate your efforts. 

However, Joohyun doesn’t seem to be here, or at least not in this part of the building, you observe before vaguely remembering the upstairs study section from the last time you came, two years ago. A slight anxiety begins to bubble in your stomach as you head to the second floor, each step bringing more and more unease. This will be your first time alone with Joohyun in a non-classroom setting, and truthfully you’re unsure of how it will go. That, combined with the fact that you’ve decided, for no particular reason, not to inform Sooyoung of your meeting, only heightens your apprehension, halfheartedly wishing that at this time of night, none of your possible schoolmates will be here to spot you and Joohyun, news which would certainly find its way back to your best friend and surely end in a painful interrogation. 

Biting the inside of your cheek, you do your best to shake off that thought, instead letting your fingers run through your slightly dampened hair, silently praying the rushed shower you took was enough to rid yourself of your after-practice stench. 

You take a deep breath as you reach the second-floor study, relaxing your shoulders and letting your gaze flick from person to person, searching for the familiar brunette. Similar to downstairs, only a handful of people are here (none that you recognize luckily), splattered about the tables. Most of them sit alone, silently reading or rapidly typing away, however, the ones who are in groups are huddled together speaking in low whispers, their voices intertwining with the sound of keystrokes and flipping pages, creating a surprisingly comforting hum. But, none of those here are Bae Joohyun. With a sigh, you pull out your phone, preparing to send her a text. 

“Y/N!” The sound of your name being called from behind makes you turn, subtly sliding your cell back into your pocket as Joohyun comes to a stop in front of you. You swallow. 

If you had to describe her it would be ethereal. But that thought is quickly dispelled as you remember Sooyoung, and besides, you’ve never had an interest in Joohyun, why would you suddenly now?

So instead you focus on how she’s changed clothing since you saw her in class, now dressed in straight cut jeans and a thin black top that just barely exposes the gentle slope of her collarbone, where a thin golden chain just barely peeks out, shining against her lightly tanned skin. You swear you can smell a soft scented vanilla perfume wafting in a gentle cloud around her, which surprises you as you just barely remember a conversation with Sooyoung about Joohyun’s dislike for fragrances of any sort and her odd preference for the scent of fabric softener. It occurs to you, as more of a joke than anything, that she might have put it on for you, but the thought is so obscure and impossible that you immediately brush it off. It’s much more likely that she did it on a whim rather than for a particular reason, or person. 

“Hey,” You greet, awkwardly shifting on your feet and you’re suddenly aware of how unkempt you look compared to her in your worn sweatpants and old volleyball shirt.

“Hi,” Joohyun offers you a warm smile, perhaps because she perceives your discomfort, and you can’t help but notice how the left corner of her lips rises subtly higher than the other, inadvertently causing your breath to catch in your throat. “Sorry, I’m late.”

You blink, praying she didn’t notice as your hands anxiously move to your pockets. “It’s fine,” You manage to cough out. 

She tilts her head. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright,” Joohyun says after another beat of excruciatingly uncomfortable silence “Well, we should probably find a table,” Joohyun suggests kindly, hiking her bag up further on her shoulder. 

“Right,” You nod, mentally kicking yourself for your tactlessness, motioning for her to take the lead, and leaving you to trail behind the older girl as she finds the two of you a relatively empty area to work in. 

As you settle down, Joohyun begins pulling out her project folder, and you can’t help but watch her graceful moments, pondering where your relationship with the brunette falls now. According to Sooyoung, you should be friends by now, but you’ve completely ignored her pushing, instead wanting to have an organically growing bond, but your blossoming connection you find, has inexplicably begun to sour the once seemingly harmless idea of getting Joohyun and Sooyoung back together, the cause being something you haven’t bothered to explore too deeply, secretly fearing what the answer could be. 

At this point, you’re unsure if you can call her a friend just yet, on the other hand though, categorizing her as an acquaintance seems too formal for the occasional banter that has bounced between the two of you. You decide to settle on the thin line between as Joohyun hands you your portion of the project, her having agreed to keep it for you after you had meekly told her about your organization issues a class back. From there your previous worries quickly fade, and the air between you is similar to how it is in school, friendly and comfortable, except this time you notice that Joohyun is far more talkative, seeming quite interested in your personal life, something you usually prefer not to talk about, however, Joohyun seems to have a way of easily coaxing those answers out of you as your posture loosens up and your walls crumble just a bit. 

“What do you think you’ll do after graduation?” 

“I don’t know,” You say with a shrug, more concerned with getting your diagram right than what seems like Joohyun’s hundredth question about you. 

“Really?” Joohyun asks her tone indicating surprise as you glance up at her with a raised brow. “I would’ve thought you’d continue volleyball.”

You laugh harshly, unintentionally startling Joohyun. “Sorry,” You say abashedly. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Joohyun replies, reaching to squeeze your hand assuringly, something that embarrassingly enough makes you melt or at least until you catch yourself and quickly stiffen. 

“I mean, I probably should,” You sigh, twirling your pencil between your fingers, before erasing a few lines. “But to tell you the truth, volleyball isn’t really my thing, it’s more of Sooyoung’s. I only started playing to keep her company.”

From your peripherals, you can see Joohyun frown slightly. “Well, what about you?” You question quickly, not wanting her to press you any further on the topic of your future. “What do you want to do?”

She seems to think about it for a second before answering. “Probably engineering,” She says noncommittally. 

“Huh, that makes sense,” You hum. “You’re definitely smart enough.” You glance up and notice Joohyun staring at you. There’s an odd mixture of expressions flashing across her face, and you’re unsure if you’ve said something wrong. “What?” 

Joohyun’s eyes widen, snapping out of whatever thought had her held up as she shakes her head. “Sorry, I was just,” She trails off, looking for the right word. “Surprised.”

“Why?”

She shrugs, seeming uncaring, but you can’t help but feel like there’s something deeper to it. “Most people tell me I should be a model or become an idol.” 

“Oh,” You breathe out, suddenly remembering a conversation with Sooyoung you had months ago when she had first told you about Joohyun, calling her a ‘future celebrity’, and while you had laughed then, you can’t help but feel a pang of regret now. “That’s really shallow of them,” You offer, before realizing your mistake as you hastily add on, “But if you wanted to be one then I guess you could do that too.”

Joohyun crosses her arms. “You guess?” 

“No!” You exclaim, panicking under her piercing gaze. “I meant you definitely could if you wanted to!”

Joohyun laughs loudly at your flustered behavior, reaching to grab your hand. “I’m joking,” She assures you. “But thank you, it means more than you know.” 

You can feel your body warming as you offer a barely audible “no problem” before quickly burying yourself back in your work, and allowing Joohyun to pick up on her questioning, this time participating a little more willingly, as the previously unbearable space between you eventually falls away, long-forgotten amongst your shared giggles and playful jokes. However, Joohyun makes sure not to let you deviate too far from your tasks, enough so that by the end of the night you feel quite confident in your progress, while also not too overworked. 

“It’s a lot darker than I thought it would be,” Joohyun notes as the two of you step outside, the cold night air already starting to nip at your exposed skin. 

You nod in agreement, pulling your jacket tighter around you and glancing upwards, towards the barely filled moon and its army of speckled dots surrounding it. 

In many ways, Joohyun is like a star, the glimmering lights small but shining in raw natural beauty, so far away, guarding themselves against the greedy grasp of man, just like Bae Joohyun, the girl wanted by all, but deserved by no one. But, you decide, more surely and confidently than anything you’ve ever decided, that the stars above are nowhere near as beautiful as Bae Joohyun. Nothing can match her, the paragon of allure, not even the precious stars. 

Everything about her seems so disturbingly effortless, it almost makes you jealous that she can exist so perfectly yet remain so unaware. And when you finally allow yourself to look at her, her gaze turned to the sky as the warmth of the street lamps illuminates the older girl in a honey-like glow that practically drips from her skin, you realize how erratically your heart seems to be beating, betraying you and everything you’ve said as unwanted words fester on your tongue. 

Fuck. It’s all you can think, as you observe how her eyelashes cast a subtle shadow on her cheeks, fluttering delicately every time she blinks, and for a brief, untouchable, moment, you swear you can see an entire universe in her eyes. 

And then it disappears as you force yourself to refocus, rebuild your walls and push away any thoughts of Bae Joohyun beyond what you set out to do. Squaring your shoulders you inhale deeply, letting the bitter cold seep into your lungs, sobering you up, not much, but enough.

“Walk to the parking lot with me?” You ask, feeling almost guilty as your words seem to tug Joohyun back into reality, a shy grin on her lips. 

“Sure,” She says with a laugh. “But then I have to turn around since I’m walking home.”

“You’re walking home?” You echo dumbly. 

“Yeah, it’s fine, it’s not that far,” Joohyun says with a shrug, and although you have no doubt she’s made this trip many times in her life safely, you still find yourself worrying for her. There’s a panging feeling in your stomach as you mull over your next words, the tiny voice in your head shouting to stop before you do something stupid, but like a fool, you ignore it. 

“It’s too late,” You say, avoiding eye contact as you look up to the sliver of a moon floating in the night sky. “Let me drive you home.” 

You can feel Joohyun’s hand, which is smaller than you would’ve expected, take your own, intertwining them as you glance at her with a curious look that's met only by a sheepish nod and a hushed whisper of gratitude. You tilt your head as the thought of Joohyun seeming cute shamelessly crosses your mind, before it’s rapidly banished and swept away. With a deep breath that leaves a puffy cloud in its wake, you start walking, Joohyun still clinging to you, to your car, doing your best not to let the contact fluster you as you focus on literally anything but her. 

The drive, though short, is pleasant with Joohyun, who spends it peering out your windows and telling you about the passing stars far above, unbeknownst to your previous revelations, and although you don’t completely understand, you can’t help but feel content in her presence, so much so that you’re almost disappointed when she tenderly tells you to pull over in front of her house. For a moment you’re reminded of some of your favorite memories with Seulgi, where you’d sit on the roof of her car staring at constellations you didn’t even know the name of, curled into her side as she hummed a sweet melody. It’s wonderfully bittersweet. 

“Thank you,” Joohyun murmurs, leaning over the console to press a kiss to your cheek, before quickly exiting the vehicle, leaving you frozen for a moment before you shift into drive and leave, and while you’re sure her intentions were platonic, you can’t help but wonder if it’s possible they were not. Even so, you force the thought away, remembering Sooyoung and focusing yourself on the road. At least, you realize that after tonight you can definitely call Joohyun a friend.