#foreign reader

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Hii! I read your toman with a foreigner gf head canons and I love it! I was wondering if you could do a oneshot or a hc where Korean!reader teaches or tries to teach their bf Korean? preferably draken, mitsuya, baji, and chifuyu or any characters you would like to do. Have a good day or night!! ♡

I'm glad you loved it and ofc, there's no problem! Thank you so much for requesting<333

Warning: I don't know Korean so I'll use Google translator but there might be mistakes, wrong translation and etc so please correct me in the comments if you'll find one!

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Draken:

He's actually horrible in learning other languages and doesn't have any interest to do so but if you'll try to teach him some of your mother language, Korean, he'll not turn you down.

He'd be determined, actually. Like yes, he's bad at learning languages but he'd challenge himself.

"당신을 사랑해요" (I love you)

"제 자신을 사랑해요" (I love me)

"You love yourself?"

"What? No. I meant I love you too."

"Oh, it's 저도 당신을 사랑해요." (I love you too)

"Yeah, 저도 당신을 사랑해요."

"Awwww, you should love yourself too, tho."

He's trying his hardest, okey?

Mitsuya:

He's not best at learning languages but definitely not the worst. So, he'd try learning Korean for you.

Surprisingly enough, it wasn't as hard for him as he thought it'd be.

He designed and made Korean traditional outfit for you. Like Korean traditional dresses for example.

He loves being teached by you tbh and he's genuinely trying his hardest to study Korean,even if it's basic because you get so happy when he speaks in it.

He'd hug you from behind, wrap his arms around your waist and whisper in your ear. "당신을 사랑해요", which will have you blushing like tomato and he'll tease you after.

Baji:

I have to say, no one of these guys are pressured to learn Korean, it's only if they want to, but you wouldn't pressure Baji especially. Because he's already having hard time with his mother language and isn't academically smart. He tries really hard but it's very difficult for him.

But he'd still try his hardest for you. He could at least how to say "hello" "I love you" and some basics. So he did, but don't ask him to write it. He genuinely can't.

"나는 쓰레기야" He suddenly said when trying to remember how to say certain word in Korean. (Tr: I'm trash)

"A what?! No, you're not!" You immediately got defensive, confusing him.

"But I'm really starving right now..?" And you realised he forgot how to say hungry in Korean, so you corrected him.

Sometimes, he'd say the words that doesn't even exist in your mother language, thinking he's speaking Korean. He'd be so proud too!

Also, if you aren't fluent in Japanese then Baji would start learning Korean even if you wouldn't ask him to.

Chifuyu:

Now, he's actually pretty good at learning languages so he wouldn't really have much problem with it. It's just that studying really isn't one of his interests.

Still, he'd start learning Korean with your help and he'd be so happy because that's actually great excuse to spend more time with you.

Soon enough, he'd be fluent in Korean. I feel like you wouldn't even need to ask him to learn your mother language, he would have taken interest on his own.

"데이트를 하고 싶으신가요?" He asked in perfect Korean accent that got you feeling weak in your knees.

[chroniclesofbts]

Call Me Home Part 1

A lot of time skips to start off the story and give background about the reader.

Idol hybrid BTS x hybrid foreigner reader

Warnings: sedative use, relocation against the readers will, implied sexual themes

It was storming outside when the announcement was made, blaring over the emergency speakers.

“All hybrids are required to enter Hybrids Centers to become independent. All hybrids must adhere to the rules set up by the centers, or they risk becoming strays. It is now Illegal to own hybrids in any capacity. Hybrids found on the streets will still be picked up by Hybrid Control and taken in for assessment. Hybrids will receive funds by the state, jobs, and housing upon existing of the Hybrid Centers. This begins now”

All of the humans were staring at me, I had no owner and they knew that. I was abandoned last month by my previous owner for scratching a “client”. I had avoided being taken in, until now. I stare at the large van pulled off to the side of the road as Hybrid Control exists. I follow without a fight, fighting would ensure I was put down. As much as I want to have hope of becoming independent, there has to be a catch. Even Hybrid idols are owned by someone, typically the company chairs. We pulled up to an airport, the man in the front seat holding my file. A picture of me in human and animal form plastered on the front.

“We have arrived, let’s get this over with. I don’t know why our strays get the chance to be independent” he sneers, “at least they aren’t staying in our country”

I’m flying to another country? I begin to panic, looking for a way out of the situation. Suddenly, I feel a prick to my neck, turn to see a long pole holding a syringe empty now of sedatives. My eyes start to feel heavy, the sedative taking full effect.

“Good luck, kid. You’ll need it where you’re going, they have way more rules.” A woman said, tying my hands together. The last thing I see is a cage being unloaded from the plane.

*Time skip*

When I wake I’m in a white room, with a small bed and bathroom. I’m in a my animal form, the sedative must have forced my shift. They also must have bathed me while I was unconscious, my fur is now soft and smells like soap. I curl further into myself, hearing footsteps outside. There’s a knock on the door, and a tall man enters.

“Hello, my name is Choi, welcome to South Korea” he speaks in English, “you will begin classes on language and culture tomorrow, take the rest of the day to settle. Once you pass your classes, you can move on to the next facility where you will be joined by our countries hybrids. America started their adjustments first, we have ours scheduled for the end of the year. This will give you plenty of time to learn the language and why you are here.” He bowed, then left, shutting the door softly.

I think back on how hard it was to adjust to a new culture, learn a new language, and train on how to be a part of a pack. In South Korea, the way to earn independence is through a pack. They taught the foreigners all of the steps for becoming a pack, as a way to prove we are a bonded pack before they release us. We will be brought to the new facility where their hybrid packs are, the ones that are under 8 hybrids. That’s another catch, packs have to be 8-10 people. Rumor has it that packs satisfying the 8-10 can still participate by choice to expand their packs, and those over 10 have to be separated.

I’m pulled from my thoughts as the vehicle comes to a stop. Each hybrid given a pill to increase our chances to find our pack. It brings our animals to be more in control, allowing for our mates to identify us by smell, touch, or eye contact. I am lead to a room with tables and chairs, I walk to the back of the room and take a seat.

"Good morning, my name is San and I am going to explain a few things before we let the packs begin their search. First rule, you do not get up or call out to any pack members that enter. Second, you do not get to choose your pack, the first 2 weeks are for them to choose you. If you are chosen, you must stay with that pack. You are the outcasts of your countries, don't become the outcasts of ours. We won't keep you. Finally, if you are chosen by a pack, they are responsible for you in all aspects. You mess up, you are punished as your pack sees fit. You only become independent through your packs, foreigners do not have the same rights in South Korea." He finishes, headed towards the door and opening it.

I drop my eyes to the table and lean back into the chair. As time passes, I think I am in the clear, until someone pulls the chair our in front of me and sits down. I swallow, and take a deep breath, waiting for them to speak.

"Won't you look at me, little doe" The voice asked, I look up in shock, wondering how he knew. Looking up was a mistake, as soon as my eyes locked on his, they changed to gold. He was my mate, and by the marks on his neck, he had others. He smiled and stood, holding his hand out to me, raising his eyebrow daring me to reject it. I stood up, looking around and seeing that I am the first one to leave the room.

"We got your profiles 3 weeks ago, that's how I knew you were a doe. A Melantistic Deer, quite rare" He said, grabbing my hand creating sparks to travel up my arm. I take a good look at him while he leads me down hallway after hallway. His ears sticking off of his head and tail coloring tell me he is a predator, a rare one. We arrive in front of a guarded door, the guards bow and let us pass.

"She can come and go as she pleases, no one else" he addresses the guards. They nod and give him a final bow before closing us in what appears to be a living room. As soon as the door clicked shut, footsteps came running our way.

"You found her!" A man with orange ears exclaimed, "My name is Jungkook, this is Taehyung" he says pointing to a man with ears similar to Jimin's, "I am a Red Panda, Taehyung is a Racing Stripped Cheetah, and Jimin is an Ocelot"

"I'm Seokjin but I go by Jin, a Dhole and this is Namjoon, a Golden Tiger" Jin said, Namjoon giving me a small smile and a wave.

"I'm Yoongi, a Melantistic Fox" He said, "I will say, I didn't expect to see another Melantistic Hybrid, especially one who was a stray."

"Well, you clearly don't know who we are, so before someone else tells you..."

"Hello, we are BTS" They chant together. You furrow your eyebrows before remembering that there was a chance of encountering idols in the facility.

"Oh" You start, "idols?"

"Is that a problem?" Yoongi questions

"I don't know much about Korean Idols, so if you're expecting me to freak out, you're going to be disappointed." I confess

"We prefer it this way, lets us get to know each other at the same time" Jimin said.

"However, we are expected to be independent by the end of the week" Namjoon say with a grimace.

"So, we have to be fully bonded?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.

"Yes, but only to two members, the rest can be finished by the end of the month. Our company believes it's best to slowly introduce you to our fans." Namjoon confirm.

"But for today, we are going to just get to know you, no pressure to bond. Take it slow." Jin says

"Unfortunately, I give it 24 hours before the pill they made us take wears off and I am thrown into heat." I share, remembering what the guards were discussing when I entered. "They were talking about it in English when we walked in, how if no one finds a pack the first day that the scent of a heat will force people to choose." As soon as I finish speaking, Jimin leans in, pressing his nose to the column of my throat. Looking up at the rest in worry, confirming what I said.

"Which means we will go into our ruts..." Jungkook trails off.

"Which means we need to prepare" Jin says, beginning to panic.

[ihatedtoadmit]

The Windows To My Soul [1]

pairing: OT8 x fem! reader (gender is rarely mentioned)

genre: soulmates, angst, fluff (mostly in the later chapters)

warnings: almost being kidnapped, occasional curse word

word count: ~3.8k

summary: Attending your favourite idols' concert didn't go as planned, not at all.

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I looked around the unfamiliar streets, my worried expression hidden under my mask and Eevee cap, the latter’s ears flapping around with my jerky head movements. Uselessly looking at the street signs, I sighed, unable to read them in this foreign country.

I had travelled to Japan with a friend, purely to watch the Stray Kids' concert they had held just earlier that day. If we wanted to see them live once in our lives, we had no choice, with us living in a small country in Europe. And as we all knew, idols didn't usually hold concerts in Europe, making international fans cry out in despair all over the world. Either way, we decided to join the japanese concerts, us being fans of the country itself as well, due to our love for anime and manga.

But now I stood in the streets alone, typing directions into google maps on my phone, to at least try to get to the train station. You see, my friend came with her boyfriend and they had booked a place to stay at together. She had offered to let me stay without an ounce of hesitation, but I didn't want to be a bother and intrude. So, I’d booked a place by myself, but by the time I had gotten around to it, everything in that city near the concert or even my friend's place had already been booked. I had no choice but to choose a place at a hotel that was far away, far enough that you could only reach it with a train from the concert's location.

Come on me, I was a big girl, I could do this. I got here somehow -still had no idea how, with my anxiety and horrible navigation skills-, I could find my way back too.

So with a quiet, nervous sigh, I started following the directions shown on my phone, head slightly bopping to the music that filtered through my headphones that sat snugly on my ears, over my cap. Of course the pleasant and energetic tunes were from the same band I had seen hours ago on stage, but with the added background noise of the late city life, thanks to the ambient aware option on my headphones.

The train I needed to reach wouldn't leave for a good while, so I could slightly relax and look around the cement jungle without having to hurry needlessly. It was interesting to see how different, yet in a way, similar it was to my own country. Sure, the buildings' style was different, the streets were more busy and bright, but some shops were the same or really similar. It was nice, to just not feel completely alien and lost in a foreign city.

Although one thing that kept happening was that people kept staring at me. Naturally, it was bound to happen with my slightly over 6 feet height in Japan of all places, but the added combo of my Eevee outfit only strengthened it. Some people even outright complimented me, making me awkwardly bow and thank them in my limited japanese knowledge. To my utter surprise, some even asked for a selfie or a photo, undoubtedly making my cheeks dust with red, all evidence hidden under my mask and scarf.

Things seemed to be going well, until the time of day was starting to run out and the streets were slowly but surely becoming empty. The fact that my GPS was taking me through slightly questionable roads didn't help in the matter at all.

Then I heard it.

Footsteps, somewhere behind me, never stopping.

At first, I didn't think too much of it, but then my paranoid mind made me pause my music on my phone, the device buried in the depths of my pocket. I didn't stop and look around, merely continued to walk towards my destination to not seem suspicious, something my gut told me to avoid at all cost.

Then I listened.

The footsteps were still there, something that didn't change no matter how much I had walked. They were also weird, rhythm-wise. They felt unnatural, as if the person didn't usually walk like that. Their rhythm was also suspiciously like mine, the sound of our steps usually mixing together into one, making me listen keenly for several minutes to confirm my suspicions.

My pulse picked up, skyrocketing into the stratosphere.

I had heard about the dangerous things that could happen on the late night streets of Japan, my mind now on overdrive as I tried to act natural, as if I was clueless still.

I had to get away from this person somehow, I didn't want any of those horrors to happen to me, just the mere thought made my skin crawl and head hurt.

I shouldn't have turned down my friend's offer, being a third wheel would have been so much safer.

My eyes fluttered down onto my phone and my heart skipped a beat.

I was walking in the wrong way.

Amidst my panic, I must have taken several wrong turns, because now I was dangerously far away from the train station. Maybe if I hurried I could have made it, a debatable thought in itself, but that was the last thing on my mind as I heard people chatting from my right. Turning my head over there, I was met with bright lights from advertisement boards and all kinds of fairy lights, the fact that I was in a dark alley registering in my mind only then.

I didn't hesitate to make my way over there with quick steps, my long legs carrying me swiftly and quickly towards my desired goal.

But not quick enough.

Before I could reach the main street, I was grabbed from behind, something being forcefully pushed in front of my face. But probably due to height differences -also thanks to my fluffy scarf and my mask’s added layers of protection-, the person couldn't quite do it quickly and I instinctually elbowed them wherever I could reach.

Based on the grunt he let out, I hit his gut, the arms around me releasing their hold just enough for me to break away and sprint towards the people with all my adrenaline-powered strength.

When I reached the brightly lit street, my eyes looked around the empty place, mind halting to a stop.

Where were the people? I just heard them! Where were they?!

But before I could look around properly, I was tackled to the ground, my arms that instinctually cushioned my fall  flaring up in pain. An instinctual yell left my mouth as I wrestled with him, my scattered mind resorting to shouting in english and broken japanese both.

Just as I thought I was going to be kidnapped, my hands held down and face stuffed with a drenched cloth, the weight on top of me disappeared in an instant.

I didn't really know what just happened, I only heard some shouting -in what language, i wasn't sure anymore- and skin upon skin impact, before the quieting sound of shoes hitting the ground reached my ringing ears.

I simply blinked up at the dark sky as I panted there, head laying on the dirty pavement underneath me as I fought with the nauseating dizziness that was attacking my system violently.

Sometime later -because i wasn't sure how long i had been laying there for-, a figure appeared in my vision, his eyes above his dark mask filled with worry. Sounds came from him, but it all sounded gibberish to me at that moment.

After receiving no reply, he turned to the side to talk to someone, but before he could do anything else, I quickly sat up. He fussed around me, rightfully surprised by my sudden movements, but I cared not as my mind finally caught up to itself.

I quickly tore my damp mask off, hiding my face from the harsh autumn wind with my scarf quickly afterwards, the soft fabric providing me with much needed comfort. Feeling the dark fabric in my hands, it was no wonder that no amount of breathing helped after my attacker had left. It was soaked with most probably chloroform, explaining why I was still feeling so dizzy.

Looking up from the mask, I saw the man who had -probably- saved me, crouched right in front of me. Another man was next to him, taller and more built, dressed in dark clothes. They were talking, but the language they used was definitely not japanese or even english. From the sound of it, it was another asian language, but I couldn't pinpoint which with my extremely limited knowledge and gibberish thoughts.

Not knowing what else to do with my hazy mind, I bowed my head as much as I could towards my saviours, uttering my thanks in japanese. Thankfully, I knew that much from all those years of watching anime and beginner japanese language classes.

They immediately stopped talking, the man who fussed over me earlier saying something along the lines of not a problem in japanese and asking me how I was feeling. I said I was okay, because really, I was, my mind was just a bit foggy. His eyebrows furrowed at my answer, as if he couldn't believe me for some reason. I furrowed my own eyebrows at that and slightly tilted my head to the side, not understanding his confusion.

But when I tried to stand up after putting my cap and headphones back on properly -the latter around my neck this time-, I understood his concern.

I was shaking.

Sure, not extremely, but the slight, unintentional movements of my body were there, clear as day.

"Oh, looks like I lied about being fine, sorry." - I quietly uttered out in english, not even realising that I had switched languages once again. "So I did hear it right, you do speak english." - one of them spoke back, catching me off guard.

"Shit, sorry, it wasn't intentional." - I quickly muttered out, defending myself. "No worries, now I know why you didn't respond to me the first time and just looked lost instead." - he lightly laughed out.

The person next to him extended a hand towards me, and after blinking at it for a few seconds, I finally realised he was just trying to help me up. So, with a purse of my lips and a bow of my head, I thanked him and took his hand. He swiftly pulled me up, checking if I needed some help to stay upright. Seeing that I was alright -as alright as one could be in that situation-, he let me go and talked to the other man in that foreign language once again.

I simply stood there, the weight of what had just happened not fully hitting me yet. Realising that I was still clutching my mask in my hand, I pocketed it and looked towards the only other man on the road besides us three.

He was speaking in that same foreign language, but sometimes he switched over to english. His accent was thick and painfully familiar, along with his deep, melodic voice. I tried to fit the puzzle pieces into their place as I just watched him, how he spoke to his phone, no doubt vlogging or live streaming.

" -y, hey, are you okay? Do you need to sit down?" - a soft touch broke me out of my train of thoughts, his voice -that was also familiar and had a similar accent- laced with worry. "Y-yes, yes, sorry, I was just lost in thought. But thank you two, again, for saving me, I don't know what would have happened if you weren't here. Really, thank you so much." - I rambled out, bowing a few times for good measure. "Hey, it's alright, I'm glad we were here. Do you need help getting home? Where're ya headed to?" "Ah, the train station. But I'll be fine alone… Why are you looking at me like that?" "... The train station is hours away from here, and it's already almost midnight."

Eyes widening at his answer, I took my phone out of my pocket -a miracle it had stayed there, unharmed- and unlocked the screen. Sure enough, he was right. Checking the schedule for the train I needed, no matter how many times I read it over and over again, the letters and numbers didn't change at all.

The last train would depart in 30 minutes, something that I would only reach if I had magically gained the ability to teleport.

My eyes turned glossy as I continued looking at my screen in despair, lower lips caught between my teeth as a way to ground myself.

I couldn't get to my rented out hotel room now.

"Hey, hey, look at me. It's gonna be okay. What's the matter?" - his warm voice reached my ears once again, my eyes flitting up to meet with his. "My…my train… The last one’s gonna depart in 15 mins, something I have no way of reaching. And now I-, I can't get to my hotel room now, I don't have anywhere to stay–" - my voice cut off at the end, worry eating me out from the inside.

Even if I were to call my friend to stay with her and her boyfriend, they were a few hours away from where I ran away to. I had already checked it, multiple times. Somehow I’d walked in the completely wrong direction as I was trying to escape that man.

"It's gonna be okay, trust me, I'll think of something. Why don't you sit down over there and eat this, while I talk to my buddies here, hm?" - he gently said, pointing towards a nearby bench and handing me a lil protein bar from his pocket.

I blinked down at him -because he was considerably shorter than me-, but then I carefully took the offered snack and nodded. I didn't have anything else to do anyway, and I needed to take any help I could get. That much was obvious to me, even in my current situation.

I felt like a pathetic child that needed to be looked after, sitting there on the bench as I snacked on my protein bar in an Eevee cap.

Maybe I was one. I wouldn't be surprised at this point.

Having finished munching on the snack, I pulled my scarf back up and stared emptily at the ground in front of me, hands clutched and resting on my knees that rested tightly clenched together, no doubt causing a faint bruise to form.

I was absolutely fucked, to put it simply.

I had been almost kidnapped in a foreign country, merely hours after I’d had the time of my life at the first concert of my life. Chloroform was probably still lingering in my system and clouding my mind, not to mention that my only friend in this country was long asleep and I had already formed a splitting headache.

Wonderful.

Truly, truly, wonderful.

I couldn't help the sigh that left through my nose, my hand going up to rub at my now dry eyes -contact lenses sadly had that effect-, but stopping when I remembered I had makeup on. I tugged the cap even more into my hurting head, instinctively trying to hide myself magically with the habitual gesture.

Just when I thought about putting my headphones up and calming my still very erratic pulse with some music, the shorter man approached me -the taller one lingering behind-.

He sat down beside me, leaving a comfortable amount of space between us, something my jittery mind much appreciated.

"So, we talked about it, and ya could stay with us for the night if you want to. It's just me and some friends. Of course, you would get your own room, all to yourself. I can bunk with one of my pals for the night no problem. I understand if ya don't trust me, truly I do realise how sketchy my offer sounds, but… I don't want you to stay out here for the night and get hurt even more. I have the opportunity to help, and I want to." - he carefully explained it to me, making sure I was following his sentences actively.

I remained quiet, thinking the offer through.

He was right, it was definitely sketchy as heck, but, what could I do? I could either stay out here on the streets, because everything was either closed or booked already -stupid concert-, or I could go with them.

"Ya can decide a bit later too, ya kno'." - I quickly shook my head gently -that massive headache significantly becoming worse-, cutting him short. "If you guys really don't mind, then… I would like to take your offer." - I gently muttered out, bowing once again in gratitude. "Oh please, stop bowing, ya really don't need to. It's alright, really, none of us bite, I promise. Actually, lemme introduce you to one of my pals, he's been there, live this whole time."

He stood up after he pointed to the aforementioned streamer and I quickly followed him, slightly bowing towards the taller man once again in gratitude as we passed by him. He sheepishly rubbed his neck and waved his hand in front of his face in a dismissive way, probably wanting me to stop bowing, just like the shorter man.

Speaking of which, I watched as he walked up to his buddy, my body slowing to a halt. I didn't want to disturb their job or hobby as well -whatever streaming was to them-, so I stopped before I could enter their phone camera's range.

The other man was slightly taller, but still smaller than me, with blonde strands peeking out from underneath his black beanie. Few freckles sat above his own dark facemask, my eyes squinting at the familiarity.

But once again, my train of thoughts were disrupted before I could come to a much needed conclusion.

"Hey, don't be shy, c’mere. This is Felix, and I'm Christopher, but call me Chris." - he introduced themselves to me as I still didn't go into their camera's range just quite. "I’m… well, uuh, my name’s weird and foreign, so for simplicity purposes, call me Eevee. For… for obvious reasons.  I'm sorry, I will tell you later if you really want to know it." - I added in, bowing my head before glancing at their stream.

An understanding hum left their lips and I suddenly felt like I was in the presence of an anime character. A sunshine one, to be specific.

"I wanted to say it earlier, but your outfit is so freaking cute, like, really cute! Where did ya get it?" - the blondie asked, eyes sparkling and smile widening, so much so that his eyes were slightly arched upwards, turning into little crescent moons.

Taken aback, it took me a few seconds to formulate a normal reaction and reply.

"I-, uh, thank you? Well, I kinda got these clothes at different places and times, they just fit together nicely by coincidence. The scarf and cap was actually a gift from my brother, because he saw this silly lil cap in an Austrian store one day and wanted me to put it on real bad. Long story short, here I am now, fully decked out. A walking, comically tall Eevee on the streets. Just don't throw a pokeball at me. They hurt surprisingly much." "Ooooh, that's so cool. Hyung, we gotta get a cap like this later! Also, wait, did someone actually throw a pokeball at ya?" "... Yeah…"

Their expressions were hilarious even with their masks on, absolutely worth the pain. I couldn't help the little laugh that slipped past my lips.

"Don't worry, it only happened like twice, and one of those times it was a plushie." "Fhew, okay, I was gettin' worried there for a sec." - the blondie sighed out, his hand placed onto his chest out of relief.

With a small laugh they started walking, my anxiety-filled self unsure if I should join them. I really didn't want to be on camera, even though my face was practically completely covered.

But I didn't need to ponder for long, their forms looking back at me and beckoning me to join them.

"Come here, and naur, don't worry, it's fine. You're not disrupting us."

With a small nod and a deep breath, I joined them, slightly waving at the camera.

Christopher introduced me, or I assumed he did, because he was speaking in that foreign language once again.

"Right, Eevee, do you speak korean?" - one of them asked, drawing my attention to him from the flooded chat that was moving way too fast for my tired eyes.

So that was what that foreign language waaas, got it.

"Ah, uh, no, not at all. I couldn't understand a word of any of your guys' conversation, don’t worry."

"What do ya mean don’t worry, that must feel awful to not understand anything! We'll speak more english then, no worries! I couldn't speak it a few years ago either, so I truly do feel ya." - he replied, voice cheery and calming.

Wait.

Now hang on for a fucking second.

This boy to my right was blonde, had freckles, had a deep voice, had a weird english accent and hadn’t been able to speak korean up until a few years ago.

The boy to my left had the same accent, his voice was way too fucking familiar and nice, he had dark curls peeking out from underneath his beanie and could speak korean well.

Stray Kids had their concert half a day ago in the same city, a band that had two members with an eerily similar description.

Haha, naur, no way.

I looked back at them as they were talking to their chat, only coming to that same, insane conclusion. Glancing at the flooded screen on the phone, I mostly saw -probably- korean characters, but there were a few english sentences as well. One of them caught my eye, the word 'Chan' peeking out from it painfully.

My breath got caught in my throat.

Okay, okay, they were just people, act normal. Just, normal, okay? If they won't find out you're a STAY, and neither will the other fans, everything would be fine. I didn't plan on taking photos of them secretly or anything anyway, like a goddamn sasaeng. So just breathe and ignore that they kinda do be idols and people you look up to, okay?

Aaaagh, I was so absolutely fucked.

Next chapter

[yanderedrabbles]

Foreign Yandere x Air Hostess Reader

He's beyond shady. Got connections and friends in all the lowest places. But you're just a little too slow to realise it.

Foreign Yandere who sees you for the first time on his first flight out of the country. He’s a sketchy guy, got a pack of fake passports in a hidden compartment in his bag, but you smile at him like you don’t see the tattoos, the scarred knuckles, the too quick hands.

Oh, you’re pretty. All the cabin crew are, but you’re something new. Exotic almost. Got him wondering exactly how different you are in bed too, got him wondering if you’d put up a fuss if he cornered you in the bathroom. Hell, you might like it. Folk always said foreign girls were down for so much more.

It’s a long-haul flight and your supervisor is bitchy about damn near everything you do. Passengers aren’t much better after twelve hours with their legs cramped up and only shitty plane chow to eat. He can see it wearing on you, can see the way your smile gets tighter after every too sharp complaint. Makes him want to beat their faces into a pulp.

His last straw comes at hour sixteen, when you’re clearly exhausted and one passenger just won’t let up. Practically screaming at you about not getting his specially ordered meal. You’re dealing with it as best you can, but everyone has a limit. He can see the tears starting to brim behind your waterline, can see you struggling to fight them back.

He stands so fast that his seat mate actually flinches. Comes to stand behind you and glares at the troublemaker. The man doesn’t let up, just switches his anger to him.

“You got a problem, huh?”

Foreign Yandere who doesn’t have a lot of English, but he knows a threat when he hears one. He leans down, shoots the man a smile filled with all the menace of a streetfighter.

“What did you say to me?” he asks, in his own language. It isn’t the standard dialect. It’s the regional kind, the type that’s as rough ‘round the edges as its speakers.

The man quails.

 “Sorry,” he mutters. But that’s not good enough.

Foreign Yandere who jerks his head at you, his message clear even across the language barrier.

Apologise to her.

The guy does. Red in the face, resentful about it, spitting his sorry through his teeth like an insult.

You look up at him, the foreigner with the hard eyes, and thank him. In his own language.

Your accent is thick, the pronunciation too rounded on the vowels. But he’ll be damned if it ain’t just fucking adorable.

“Anytime,” he tells you.

It’s not long after he’s back in his seat that you bring him a complimentary cup of coffee and a muffin. The good stuff too, not the swill that usually gets served in economy. He grabs your wrist before you can leave, grip just a little too tight without meaning to be.

“Can I see you again?”

Your grasp of the language isn’t the best, and it takes you a minute to puzzle out what he's asked. When you finally get it, you smile at him and shake your head. Rueful.

“Against company policy to meet the passengers after the flight ends.”

He lets it go. Sighs and says he understands, wouldn’t want to get you in trouble. A surprisingly polite answer from a man who looks like he never hears the word no without following it with a punch to the teeth.

But he doesn’t let it go. Not really. After the plane is deboarded, he skips lines and almost skips customs to keep his eye on you. When you get into a shuttle bus with the rest of your coworkers, he takes careful note of the hotel name scrawled on the side.

His business goes well - if you can call smuggling business that is. The boys he’s dealing with have their own plane to get him home. The kind of small jet that never lands at any airport marked on a map. He slips them all a little something extra under the table and asks if he can bring a guest.

“Will they be conscious?”

He grins. “Not if I can help it.”

Getting you is the tricky part. He borrows a suit and cleans himself up. Shows up at the hotel desk in the middle of the night and tells them he’s here to pick you up for an unscheduled early flight. He knows your name, your company, even your damn rank in the crew. Everything he says checks out. And if the receptionist that calls you thinks he looks a little rough to be a driver, she doesn’t mention it.

You show up with your uniform a tiny bit askew and a sock sticking out of your suitcase. You must have scrambled out of bed without even bothering to double check with your supervisor. Good. The less people that know the better.

He mostly keeps his back to you. Doesn’t want you to recognise him too soon. He shouldn’t have worried. You’re too jetlagged and blurry eyed to even recognise your own mother.

It’s only when you’re in his car and speeding down the wrong highway that you start to get suspicious. Start to come awake fully.

“Which company did you say you work for again?”

He doesn’t reply. You’re going to have to put more effort into learning and speaking his language. No point encouraging you by answering.

“Excuse me?”

You lean forward to get his attention and when he hears your little gasp, he knows the game is up. That you recognise him. Honestly, he’s a little offended that it took you this long. He could keep track of you through a sea of faces back at the airport after all.

“Listen, I don’t know why you’re here. But please stop the car.”

See? You’re speaking his language a bit better already.

“No chance sweetheart. You’re coming home with me.”

He can almost admire your guts when you go straight for the door, despite the speedometer showing over 200. Locked of course. He’s not an idiot.

When he finally arrives at the hangar, it takes him and two other thugs to finally hold you still.

“Fucking feisty thing,” one of them snarls when you land a good kick to his knee.

When he finally manages to prick the injection into your neck, you’re crying so hard that your mascara is running.

“You put up a good fight baby,” he comforts you as you go limp in his arms. “But I just want this more than you.”

His buddies smirk when they look at your body sprawled out on the seat.

“Nice catch. I’m mad I didn’t see her first.”

“You gonna be nice and share?”

That makes him grin. “We’ll see. If she’s too much to handle, well…”

That makes them snicker.

You shouldn’t assume someone’s a thug just ‘cause of the way they look. But in his case, those scars weren’t earned through gentle accidents.

And when he gets you home, someplace probably tropical, someplace where a missing foreigner isn't that surprising a thing, he'll show you exactly how dangerous it is to smile at a criminal and expect him to just let it go.

[joestarfoundation]

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We've seen the Jojos with a Hispanic s/o, what about them dating a Korean s/o? And them eating the food. Can they stand kimchi? Do they enjoy Kdramas? Or scenery or places in Korea? Ah, them in Hanbok also?? Or Korean street fashion? Koreans rise up 😎👊

RISE UP!  👊😎

For a Hanbok and street fashion, I’m putting it in a separate post!

Jonathan

- Loves his S/O to the moon and back, this he will promise that. 

- When talking about features he doesn’t care about beauty standards. He loves people for personality. Looks can lie, so he finds that he falls for you as a person

- As he really does enjoy learning about culture, he’ll try anything. As long as it doesn’t put you in harm’s way. 

- He’ll try the food, but he’s not good with Kimchi. At all. Sour or spicy, he doesn’t handle it well, he grew up in England, so his palate has always been somewhat bland.

- He likes Bibimbap though, it’s really just toppings he can choose. he likes the simplicity of it and rice for his low spice tolerance. 

- He wants to watch K Dramas, but he has no idea what is happening, and can’t remember names and even gets characters mixed up, he’s not trying to, but he finds it too fast for him to remember.

- As for scenery, that would be his favourite thing. He loves the beauty of nature. A lot of his childhood he spent alone, with just Danny and nature. He’s come to appreciate what’s around him.

Joseph

- He is flirty. He wants to meet a s/o from another country, he just thinks it’s interesting.

- You can learn things about each other, and he can impress you.

- But Joseph is really loud about his love for you. Like how much he likes your small hands or your cute little nose. And your lips. He sighs at the thought. 

- He is up for everything! Hit him! Where are you going? What can he eat? Is there anybody he can talk to?

- His favourite thing to eat is probably Bulgogi. He likes the amount of meat he can get in one serving and with Gochujang. He LIVES for spice. He loves the adrenaline rush. 

- Kimchi is a must! He wants it, not as much as Bulgogi, spice, spice SPICE! 

- He is SO into K dramas. He gets up and starts yelling, throwing his arms and talking to the actors on screen, trying to get them to do what he wants. He will follow up as much as he can. He needs to know how things end.

- Nature is probably not the top thing on his list to see, but bring him to a secluded spot. He might just start running around and being an imbecile. And don’t put it past him to wade into a river fully clothed. He will do it. 

Jotaro

- Jotaro isn’t really that interested in culture. He’s used to it being force-fed from his grandfather.

- But he loves you, so if it makes you happy, then he’ll do it. No big deal. As long as you are smiling and having fun.

- He doesn’t really judge people by their looks. Personality is everything. So if you’re really pretty, it’s cool. If you don’t find yourself attractive. Well, you have another thing coming. He doesn’t care, you are perfect to him.

- Food? Uh, you choose. He isn’t picky. Kimchi? Okay. It’s fine. He’s not excited about the flavour because he can get stuff with this kind of texture and taste at home. But that doesn’t mean he won’t like it. It reminds him of home. Not totally, because it’s a new experience, but just enough that it doesn’t make him uncomfortable. 

- He doesn’t have a favourite. He’ll eat anything you put in front of him. No complaints. Just compliments.

- Not into K drama. He just doesn’t like drama, he can go back to highschool to watch people get into fights and swoon over people. It’s not his thing. Feel free to put it on, but please don’t expect him to remember anything. He just wants you to have fun.

- Nature is pretty. he’s learned a lot from his travels and appreciate what kinds of beauty the world holds. That’s why he’s with you. He likes to soak it all in, it can become his happy place. 

- He wants photos of the place too. He keeps track of important times and dates through photographs. 

Josuke

- Josuke is SO into travel!

- Send him anywhere, he wants to go places, especially if he is going with you.

- He asks a lot of questions along the way and when you’re there. He wants to know everything!

- FOOD! Pass him a bowl of kimchi. That’s his new favourite food. He likes the sourness but the heat. It’s similar to Japanese foods he knows of. He will eat this up with SPEED. He really likes it! Tell him to slow down, he’ll get heartburn.

- K drama? Sure. Sounds good.

- Sure enough, just like his father he is plenty invested in the characters. He tries to warn people on the tv. He tries to remember everybody's names and even has his own shipping chart.

- Views? More than you? It’s gotta be something then. he likes nature as much as the next person but it’s not his thing. He doesn’t like getting dirty, so just a nice path or a walk in the park is good. Maybe some blooms?

- Tons of pictures, he hangs them everywhere. He has them in his room. His pocket. His wallet. Everything. He doesn’t want to forget the trip.

Giorno

- Giorno hasn’t really been out of Italy. At all. So it intrigues him to see new things. 

- Kimchi? Uh, sure... Nope. That’s a nope. No. It’s a bit much for him. He is used to some spicy things but that is a LOT of flavours. 

- “Bambina, would you like me to buy you something?”

- He’s paying for everything, he just can. He’s not letting you spend money on him to get him there or back or accommodations. 

- K drama is okay, it’s not his favourite, but he can sit down and watch it with you. But he tends to multitask, so please don’t get mad if he begins to do something else. He just needs to be doing something while he watches tv.

- Scenery is something he really appreciates. Can you show him some flora and fauna? He wants to replicate some, then he can bring them back to Italy. He wants to learn about the wildlife too. 

- Come back with him to Italy, he can show you somethings too!

[d0rothydraws]

Sylus who seems like he knows every language. When he takes you on a trip to a new country he switches languages so casually between talking to you and describing what ever the menu in your hands is to ordering the food in such a flawless way you can't help but be in awe.

Sylus who is with you on a secret mission hunting down information. He is speaking a language you never heard before so casually to someone as you stand beside him. The person giggles and then looks at you as Sylus wraps his arm around your hip.

Sylus who you ask to translate every little thing just so you can hear him. It makes your stomach flutter and you could see the pride in his eyes as he looks down at you with a smirk. He never denies you. If anything, he wishes you'd ask more.

Sylus who at night pulls you close and whispers words you dont understand in your ear. His voice as smooth as ever as his breath is against you.

You wonder how many languages he really knows.

And you plan on testing every one.

[blushspatula]

I was browsing through my gallery and came across this meme. I couldn't resist and had to do it.

Poor Trip, he's uncomfortable being present in his brothers' drama. 😩🖐️🖐️

[kenjakusbraincum]

Sukuna is old. He is also weirdly cultured for the monster that he is. With so much time on his hands, he loves indulging in arts and literature, and as with everything else he tries, he's good at it. You wouldn't know this, of course, you are only his pet. The time you spend with him is limited and hardly consists of intellectual conversation. You are there to serve one purpose and you know that quite well. So when you wake up in his bed one morning, two things come as a surprise. First that you're even here. It's one of those rare occasions when Sukuna couldn't be bothered kicking or carrying you out of his chambers once your time together was up. Second, he's awake, bent over his desk and so concentrated on a little figurine in his hand that he doesn't immediately notice you've shuffled awake. Once your eyes focus, you see that he's holding a tool in his other hand. He's carving wood. You're almost hypnotized by the scene. The scene feels so private that even for a pet like you, who knows Sukuna in the most intimate way, it feels like you shouldn't be watching. But you can't look away.

"Awake?", he asks, without sparing a glance at you. You apologize for staring, and look for your clothes around the bed. You throw them on just precisely enough to cover up until you reach your chambers, just wanting to be as quick and innocuous as possible. You wait for Sukuna's approval to leave. He gives you a simple nod, once more avoiding to look at you. You leave feeling conflicted. Special, because he allowed you to stay and watch (even as little as you did), but saddened because he barely looked at you, once more solidifying in your mind that you're only interesting to him when you're naked and bent over. As long as you've been here, you could never stop wishing for his validation.

Sukuna knows when you get insecure too. He notices the way your eyes droop, the way you close in on yourself and seem absent in his presence. He justifies this excessive worry about you by telling himself he likes to be the only thing that bothers his pets. All the way until he realized he already is the only thing that can make you sad. This realization falls upon him one time he lashes out on you and sees the immediate change of heart on your face. Now, he isn't one to apologize, especially not to someone who is as low under him as his pet. But why does he feel guilty when he sees this one act of his ruin your day? When he catches a glimpse of you sitting in the garden with your head hung low, or leaving more food on your plate than you usually do. If only you knew the way you really made him feel.

He beckons you to his chambers, and you follow three steps behind him like a good pet does. You didn't expect this time to be any different than others. You've become used to serving Sukuna on days you loved him and on days you hated him. But when he tells you to close your eyes, you know something is different. You obey, of course, and listen to his footsteps as he fetches something from the room. His hand takes yours and opens it, placing a piece of wood onto your palm. You already know, but you wait for him to allow you to open your eyes. He lightly presses his thumb on your cheek under your eye, and when you look, you find a small wooden fawn, curled up and asleep in your hands.

"Master!!..", you start, but nothing else can leave your mouth. You turn the figure around in your hand, inspecting and admiring the details. He's given you gifts before, but not ones carved by his own hand. Not ones made with love.

"You don't have to squint anymore.", Sukuna says, almost jokingly. But his face is as serious as ever as he looks at you, his muse. He thinks of the first time he's exhausted you to the point of passing out right after your nightly meetings. You were relatively new and very unsure of your safety. He thinks of your small body curled up in sleep on the edge of his bed, knees pressed to your chest in a primal, subconscious attempt to protect yourself. His little pet, his fawn.

You slur on and on about how beautiful it is, how you don't know how to thank him, the usual when you receive a gift. And as usual, Sukuna shuts you up with a kiss. You welcome it and wrap your arms around his neck, giving yourself in to him and letting him take you to the bed.

And he takes things slow tonight. He's gentle and so, so giving. Every sensation is delicate, prolonged and heightened to exhaustion. You cling to him, pull him impossibly close, and come apart under the comforting weight of him. Afterwards, you hold his hand to your face and kiss it softly. His hands, so large and strong, capable of such violence, yet for you they craft gifts, cradle, caress, love... in a very subtle and distant way, of course. With these thoughts your hands slip away from his, you turn around and quickly drift off.

He looks at you now, sleeping so close to him. Trusting him with your back, and turning your curled up form to the outside world. As if he is no longer a perceived danger. He smiles to himself in victory, and plants a chaste kiss to your shoulder to wish you one final goodnight.

[sunnycantaloupe]

"Since when was this marriage valid?!" Piece 1

Leona's segment

This with Leona, where he snuck out of the castle as a kid and met you for the first time. It was a rocky start and you got off on the wrong foot, with you accidently tripping over his tail and scraping your knee. Your mother always told you to collect debt if it's due, so you said you'd only forgive him if he "married" you (you didn't think candy was enough, give yourself a break). After a lot of back and forth, he agreed.

The next time you met him, you upheld the proper proposal traditions (you asked your mom and she laughed it off and told you, not thinking anything of it). Bringing a bracelet you spent all night making, you gave it to him as a proposal gift. With some paper and charcoal, you wrote up a fake marriage certificate and you both signed your name at the bottom, your ability to read and write not very good.

With that, you forgave him. Turns out you just wanted to know what it felt like to get married. You made him keep the certificate because you knew you'd loose it somehow. Only then did you actually give him your first and last name, since he demanded it because of your poopy handwriting. You didn't think to ask for his. Surprising to both you and him, the rest of that day was enjoyable since you actually got to know each other a little bit.

After that day, your mother got a better job opportunity and you moved far away. As you grew up, you finally realized the weight of your actions. You weren't too worried though, because you doubted the both of you would even remember the entire thing and you were sure he lost the fake certificate and proposal gift. Even though life went on as normal, with you eventually moving back with your mother to Sunset Savana, you never forgot. Neither did he.

...

It's been 20 years, and Leona is 29 now. Stuff happened in life, but he got through it. That was one of the few good things about being the second born. You weren't expected to do much, which meant you didn't have to do much. Unfortunately, with him being royalty, he was expected to get married some day. With his brother getting worried about him about him ending up alone for the rest of his life (*scoff*), he was set up with countless arranged proposals with the hope that he'd find "the one" somehow.

Now, don't get it twisted. Leona didn't want to get married in the first place and he had no care for it. However, if he was going to get married, he refused to marry someone so...annoying. The first suitor was annoyingly agreeable, the second one very clearly only cared about one thing, and the third was forced into this as well and they mutually agreed not to go anywhere with it. It had been months, and Leona was tired. As he lay in bed after a date with his 4th suitor (someone who he swore wanted him dead-), he recalled a memory.

You. He was 9 at the time and snuck out of the palace. He ended up at a small park where you tripped over his tail. As compensation, you demanded that he "marry" you, stating that "My mom told me that when there's debt that's owed to you, collect it.". As a kid, he hated it and found it bothersome. As a teen, he found it embarrassing, and as an adult? He thought it was funny. So funny in fact, that it gave him an idea.

He never threw them away, your proposal gift and the marriage certificate. He was going to, but the memory of someone so bluntly demanding something of him was amusing, and it helped keep him just a tiny bit humble in some ways. So, he put both items away in a lock box, where he kept other life memories that he deemed important. He knew where they were. The marriage certificate did contain both of your signatures, and there was a proposal gift given, so technically it was valid.

To his utter surprise and relief, it worked. His brother got off his back, and all was good. Well...until the royal ambassadors and council demanded that you live in the palace, with you being his spouse and everything.

...in his defense, he didn't expect them to actually take it seriously. Don't worry though. Do this favor for him, and he'll repay this debt. He'll repay it by making sure you're taken care of for the rest of your life.

[yandere-fetish]

I can't help but think of...

A Foreign Yandere that's transferred schools, to your school, only to kidnap you for his dark desires.

A Foreign Yandere that takes you back to his country after deciding you're his darling.

A Foreign Yandere that has a family encouraging him to wed you then impregnate you right away.

A Foreign Yandere that shushes you to sleep while wiping your tears away. He always whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

A Foreign Yandere that makes sweet love to you when you're a good girl and treats you like trash when you try to escape.

A Foreign Yandere that keeps abusing your pretty pussy with his fingers in the mornings.

A Foreign Yandere that smiles at your adorable confused face when his family and himself speak in their mother tongue. He can't help but want to place you on his lap and feed you.

A Foreign Yandere that keeps you by his side constantly, and when you're not, he has his dogs watching you.

A Foreign Yandere that has three beaucerons or dobermans he's been training to trail his beloved wife and uses your clothes to have them identify you as said wife.

A Foreign Yandere that ends up having to physically remove his own dogs from his own bed to sleep next to his own wife. He's all ready been working all day, and now he has more hard labor to do?! Oh, you better be ready to give him something in return!

A Foreign Yandere that eats you out while you sleep, listening to the cute moans that send pleasurable tingles down his spine.

A Foreign Yandere that comes home one day and discovers you getting along with his mother and sisters.

A Foreign Yandere that can't wait to spoil you senseless once knowing you won't run away from him.

A Foreign Yandere that buys you everything you never needed and then some. He even splurges when buying food.

A Foreign Yandere that is very possessive. So much so, it takes your hand on his thigh and a sincere promise of spending quality time in the hot tub to quell his anger.

A Foreign Yandere that reinforces your promise and has you skinny dip instead.

A Foreign Yandere that refuses to stop fucking you, even when his older siblings walk by.

A Foreign Yandere that doesn't take no for an answer when it comes to your pleasure.

A Foreign Yandere that likes watching you play with his nieces and nephews.

A Foreign Yandere that's waiting to see you glow from pregnancy and to see you hold his child in your arms.

A Foreign Yandere that would spoil you and his child silly. He wouldn't just let you have all the fun with your newborn.

A Foreign Yandere that makes a great son, brother, uncle, husband and now father since you and your child have been added to the family.

A Foreign Yandere that smirks in satisfaction when you walk down the aisle, pregnant again, on your wedding day. He just can't take his eyes off you! And how could he when he has you as his beautiful bride and the wonderful mother of his children?

A Foreign Yandere that knows you won't try escaping him any longer when you've had his children and became his wife.

A Foreign Yandere that whispers his dream of having a house full of children that only his lovely little foreign wife can give him.

*sigh*

I just can't stop daydreaming about a Foreign Yandere.

[hazeysmile]

000 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 - pazzi

| Parings: paige bueckers x fem!oc x azzi fudd

| Synopsis: valeria de martel, a rookie foreign basketball player, scores a sponsorship that lands her at UConn, home of the Huskies. She meets star player Paige Bueckers, who’s not too happy about her joining, while Azzi Fudd is super excited to have Valeria on the team. As Valeria settles in, she vibes really well with Azzi, and their connection feels natural. But things are tense with Paige, who sees her as competition. Over time, though, they go from rivals to friends. With her strict parents far away and the pressure of big games, Valeria feels overwhelmed, especially when an old flame shows up at university. Meanwhile, both Paige and Azzi starts falling for her.

| word count: 9.4k

| author note: I just wanted to say this is my first time writing something like this about real-life people. I've never done this before, so bear with me; I’m a novice writer. This is how I portray the people in the story, and I hope you like the prologue. Thank you to everyone who reads!

જ⁀➴ 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗡𝗢𝗦𝗘, 𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗔 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗛 𝗔𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗠'𝗦 𝗡𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘─

Your phone was cradled between your shoulder and ear as you drifted away from your mom's words. She wasn't really worried about your safety; she just focused on your disobedience to your dad and her orders. You hadn't told her about your trip to america, only sharing it with your brothers and uncle—if she knew, all hell would have broken loose.

As you grabbed your luggage from the conveyor belt, the air thickened with tension. Your mother’s Spanish accent grew stronger, her quick, frustrated curses cutting through the busy airport noise. With a practiced ease, you slung your duffel bag over your shoulder, silently acknowledging the storm brewing in her voice.

Wincing at her shout, her thick Spanish lilt filled through the phone with urgency. "Valeria De Martel, ¿me estás escuchando, joder?"

You puffed out your cheeks, once weighed down by your parents' expectations. Now, across the country, you relished the freedom of your own life. Your father, a successful businessman in Lyon, exuded a charm that drew people in, even when his words were mere bullshit.

Your mother exuded elegance, turning heads effortlessly. Behind closed doors, she revealed a different side. In public, your parents were a powerful duo, radiating confidence and a touch of cockiness. At press events, they charmed everyone with their warmth, but it was all a carefully crafted facade, hiding the complexities beneath.

You argued with your mother on the phone for about ten minutes, your voice rising as frustration spilled over. People around you began to stare, giving you strange looks as you shouted a bit. She had a way of bringing out your anger, and after the heated exchange, you fell silent, knowing you wouldn’t hear the end of it, you just listened.

"Sí, Sofía," you whispered-shouted, mumbling her name just out of earshot, aware that it would only fuel her anger with your blend of French and Spanish accents. "Lo sé, lo sé, acabo de aterrizar. Podemos hablar de esto en otro momento cuando esté listo."

"Valeria, no te atrevas—!" Before she could complete her sentence, you swiftly hung up the phone, tucking it into the pocket of your jacket. You knew all too well that her voice would rise in a cacophony of shouts and curses, filled with disapproval and words that offered no support.

You didn't exactly hate flying; you loved traveling, even if it meant attending your parents' parties and galas for their businesses. At least you got to see new places. But now, flying on a commercial airplane with strangers felt completely different from the comfort of your parents' private jet.

You hated the long lines at the American airport, the slow check-ins, and the hassle of having your luggage searched. Despite holding a permanent resident card—your green card—given by your sponsor, you felt like an immigrant. "God bless America," you thought, or whatever the saying is.

You were heading outside the terminal because your new coach texted you the contact details your sponsor provided. He mentioned that one of your teammates, KK Arnold, would pick you up and take you to the penthouse your sponsor bought for you. You did some research on the team, and your brother Benjamin helped too, even though he's a plays futbol.

You and your brother Benjamin share a strong bond. Although he's two years older, people often think you’re twins because of your similar looks, with him being more masculine. He’s passionate about futbol; you used to love it too, but your heart now belongs to basketball ever since your uncle Damien taught you the ins and outs of the game. While you were decent at futbol, Benjamin's skills were exceptional, and he was a devoted fan of the Huskies.

As you walked out of the airport, a bright poster caught your eye, reading, "If your name is Valeria, come here right neow! I swear I’m not a stalker, just a girl tryin' to find the one named Valeria in a crowd of people—seriously, where are you hidin'?!" Leaning against a sleek black SUV was a girl about 5'9", her warm brown skin glowing. She had a slightly athletic build, and her dreads were styled half up, half down, framing her eager face. She held the poster with excitement, her energy lighting up the moment.

You instantly recognized her as KK Arnold, the talented point guard for the UConn Huskies. Her confidence shone through, a true reflection of her skills. With your research and your brother's insights about the team, you felt a connection. He trains at AS Monaco, dreaming of joining La Roja, the Spanish national team, yet his heart still beats for basketball.

He stumbled upon the UConn Huskies a year or two back, and his fascination grew into an enthusiastic fangirl. His excitement was infectious, as he delighted you with passionate conversations about every game, sharing the highs and lows with a fervor that made you feel like part of the team.

You blinked, unsure if you were seeing things correctly. There was KK Arnold, holding a bright poster to grab your attention. A laugh escaped you as you read the playful words on it. You walked over casually, dragging your luggage behind you, but before you could speak, she gasped joyfully, dropped the poster, and pulled you into a warm hug.

"Girl, boo! I thought you got lost on your flight! I was ready to turn into a pilot and hop on a plane to find you," she said, her tone a mix of playful and serious. You couldn’t help but laugh, the warmth of her concern wrapping around you like a cozy blanket.

As you stepped back from her warm embrace, a soft smile graced your lips. With a thick accent, you said, "C'est un plaisir to finally meet you, KK Arnold. I've heard so much about you, UConn, and of course, your esteemed teammates. My name is Valeria De Martel."

She snorted, covering her mouth as laughter bubbled up, clearly amused by your formality. "Easy, girl! No need to be so formal; I don’t bite. Your accent is as rich as chocolate—me likey! Welcome to America! I’ll be your trusty guide and chauffeur, KK or Papi KK. Now, let’s get you settled into your new home."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you began to place your luggage in the trunk, but KK was quick to intervene. With a determined grace, she took over, ensuring that your belongings were securely stowed away, closing the trunk with a gentle click.

"Hop in, m'princesa. Papi KK will take care of everything; you just sit back and look pretty," she said, standing by the open passenger door and gesturing for you to enter. You couldn't help but smile at her bold demeanor as you settled into the plush passenger seat, feeling a delightful mix of amusement and admiration for her confident charm.

"A charmer, huh? Well, I’ll take it! Just promise me one thing—don't go calling yourself daddy!"

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“How you feelin’, Vee?” KK asked, her voice softening as she caught a glimpse of your contemplative expression. As she made a smooth left turn, the car glided effortlessly down the street leading to your penthouse.

About forty minutes ago, the car was alive with music and laughter as you and KK enjoyed your favorite tracks. She surprisingly loved your mix of Spanish and French songs, along with those catchy 2000s hits. At one point, she sang in Spanish, saying, “Hey, Spanish music just brings out the Spanish-speaking in me!” You both laughed heartily. But now, as the music faded, KK felt a shift in the atmosphere, the playful banter replaced by a subtle tension.

"My hands won’t stop shaking," you admitted, your accent thick as you released a shaky breath.

You felt a rush of excitement, finally free from the strict rules and high expectations of your parents. Yet, beneath that thrill was a wave of nervousness about being in America. Surrounded by strangers, you only knew the UConn team and your new teammates, leaving the rest a mystery. Thankfully, you understood English from your brother and uncle, who spoke it better than you.

You stared out the window, lost in thought, when KK's hand brushed against yours, making you jump. You realized you were fidgeting, and as she gently stroked your hand, a sense of calm washed over you. With a reassuring squeeze, she said softly, "Hey, you'll be fine, bookie. It's just Nika we're meeting outside your residence. Trust me, she already loves you." Her soothing voice wrapped around you, easing your nerves.

As the car came to a gentle stop outside the towering complex, you take in the sleek, modern building before you. It stands tall and pristine, with large windows that reflect the afternoon sun, hinting at the vibrant life within. It feels like a world unto itself, with other apartments lining its elegant facade.

You and KK step out of the SUV, the air buzzing with anticipation. Together, you start unloading your things, the sound of laughter mingling with the soft rustle of bags and suitcases. Each item you pull out feels like a new chapter waiting to unfold in this fresh, exciting space.

As you and KK strolled across the street toward your new home, she effortlessly balanced two duffel bags on her shoulders and two suitcases in hand, her presence a steady anchor beside you. Meanwhile, you were laden with the weight of your entire existence, having transported your life from Lyon, France, to America without leaving a single trace behind.

Your gaze drifted to a young woman casually leaning against the building, her dark brown wavy hair flowing down her shoulders, framing her warm brown eyes. Recognition washed over you—it's Nika Muhl, the Croatian point guard for the UConn Huskies. She's known for her defensive prowess, offensive skills, and exceptional leadership on the court.

As you approached, Nika looked up from her phone, her face brightening with joy. “Beba!” she called out, excitement filling her voice as she rushed toward you, wrapping you in a tight hug. In that moment, nothing else mattered; you dropped your bags, your arms encircling her neck while she held you close, swaying like long-lost friends.

“I’m so happy you’re finally here. Coach has been talking about you since summer." Nika whispered against your neck, and you smiled. You were supposed to arrive earlier, but your parents had complicated things. “Damn, I must be popular then. Everyone seems excited to meet the new girl,” you teased, your thick accent adding a playful touch.

Nika stepped back from the hug, her hands resting on your slim waist, a playful glimmer in her eyes. “Yeah, duh! It’s been forever since we had a foreign player. You’re a total mystery since you don’t show up on social media,” she said, a small frown hinting at her disappointment. She clearly wanted to see your high school highlights or any gameplay, but found nothing.

“Hehe, you’ll just have to see it in person,” you teased, your smile bright and inviting. Nika smirked, knowing there were indeed video out there. Your Instagram was filled with edited highlights from your international championship win at just 15, a vivid snapshot of your journey that you and your brother had crafted together.

"Alright, alright, what we’re not gonna do is leave me out, new bestie! Save some Valeria love for yours truly, KK Arnold," she chimed in, her voice light yet tinged with a hint of faux jealousy as she observed the two of you, feeling a touch sidelined.

"Could never forget about you, bestie," you replied, your fingers slipping from Nika’s waist as you wrapped your arms around KK's shoulders for a warm side hug.

"Now, let’s head up to see your new place—and my new home, of course, if it vibes up there. Paige might have to start lookin' for a new roommate because I’m totally movin' in with you!" KK declared, her playful tone laced with an undercurrent of seriousness. As you withdrew your arm from her shoulders to grab your luggage, Nika swiftly intervened, hoisting two duffel bags over her shoulders while you were left with two suitcases. Together, the three of you stepped into the building, an air of excitement enveloping you as you made your way toward the elevator.

KK swiped her key card against the elevator panel, and the doors slid shut with a soft whoosh, sealing us inside. “This shit is fancy, not gonna lie. At least no one can just waltz up here; they need a swipey swipe,” she laughed, her joy infectious, making you and Nika giggle along with her.

As we chatted, Nika and KK noticed the striking partial heterochromia in your left eye, a detail that stood out beautifully. They also caught glimpses of the tattoos peeking from your neck, while the rest remained hidden beneath your clothes. You shared that you had braces in the past, recently removed, and their surprise was clear; they had thought your smile was naturally perfect.

When the elevator dinged, announcing our arrival on the 42nd floor, the doors opened to reveal your new home. Before you could step out, KK was already out the door, luggage in hand, and the sight sent you and Nika into fits of laughter. It was a funny moment, watching her act as if this place was hers, while you and Nika followed behind.

“Hey Vee, would it be cool if I moved in? No bullshit." KK called out, stepping into the living room—a space that effortlessly blended modern simplicity with an air of dark elegance. She flopped onto the couch, her feet kicked up, and her arm draped casually over the backrest.

“God damn, you really are a princessa,” she murmured to herself, taking in the vastness of the room.

You, Nika, and KK meandered through the expansive living area, which was bathed in a warm, natural glow from the floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the stunning city skyline beyond. The walls, painted in a deep charcoal gray, provided a sophisticated backdrop for the sumptuous deep blue velvet sofas, their plush cushions beckoning you to sink in and relax.

At the heart of the room, a sleek, low-lying coffee table crafted from polished steel and glass commanded attention, surrounded by modern sculptures and art pieces that lent an air of creativity. On one side, a large flat-screen TV was seamlessly mounted on the wall, framed by a minimalist media console in a matching charcoal gray, offering ample storage for entertainment essentials while maintaining an uncluttered aesthetic.

You three entered the spacious kitchen, a place that exuded a sense of dark elegance. The tall black cabinets reached up to the ceiling, beautifully contrasting with the bright white marble countertops. Soft recessed lighting filled the room, highlighting the central island that served both as a prep space and a casual dining area. Sleek stainless steel appliances, including a double oven and a roomy refrigerator, blended into the design, making everything easily accessible. The glossy dark backsplash added a touch of sophistication, while clever storage solutions hinted at luxury.

"Damn, this feels like a scene from a dark romance novel," KK said, and you and Nika nodded, imagining the kind of rich, ruthless businessmen who might inhabit such a space—only this time, it was a penthouse instead of a mansion.

"I know, right? Those rich, ruthless businessmen from those dark romance stories." Nika chimed in, as if reading your mind.

"You just took the words right out of my head," you replied, your accent thick as you bypassed the studio room. Your gaze was drawn to the inviting balcony. In a rush, you all made your way to the glass door, flinging it open to step out onto the medium-sized balcony, the vibrant city sprawling below you.

The modern oasis unfolded before you, a stunning blend of minimalist design and sleek sophistication. Dark wood decking contrasted beautifully with contemporary metal accents, creating an inviting and stylish atmosphere. A chic outdoor sofa paired with a glass-top coffee table formed a cozy lounge, while carefully arranged planters added a splash of greenery. The compact outdoor kitchen and a small bar had Nika and KK buzzing with excitement.

"We don’t even need to hit up a bar anymore; we can just grab drinks and whip them up here." KK exclaimed, her enthusiasm bright as you leaned against the railing, soaking in the breathtaking city view. Your phone buzzed softly with missed messages from your parents. Were you going to answer? Nope! Would they be mad? Definitely. Did you care? Not at all; they were far away.

KK joined you, gripping the railing and leaning forward to shout, "WE GOT A FUCKIN' NEW TEAMMATE! HER NAME IS VALERIA DE MARTEL! WATCH THE HELL OUT, UCONN HUSKIES ON TOP, IT'S KK ARNOLD HOE!" You and Nika exchanged amused glances, stifling laughter as you watched KK turn around, her triumphant smile beaming like she had just won a grand victory.

As we stepped away from the balcony, excitement pulled us toward your master bedroom. KK gently opened the door, its soft creak unveiling a space filled with warmth and style. The walls, painted a deep charcoal grey, wrapped the room in a cozy embrace, while detailed molding along the ceiling. Rich black velvet curtains hung gracefully, framing the large windows and allowing just a hint of soft light to seep in.

In the center of this oasis was your grand king-sized bed, with a plush headboard that invited relaxation. The bedding was a luxurious mix of silky sheets, a chunky knit throw, and an array of soft pillows, creating a perfect spot to unwind.

Across from the bed, a sleek flat-screen TV blended seamlessly with the decor, while stylish nightstands held elegant lamps that bathed the room in a warm light. A chic leather chair nestled in the corner.

Your walk-in closet was a dream come true, displaying a carefully chosen wardrobe that reflected your unique style. Custom shelves showcased each piece like treasures, while the en-suite bathroom sparkled with modern luxury. A deep soaking tub and a refreshing rain shower awaited, all set against dark marble countertops that gleamed softly.

You and KK stepped into your bedroom, a soft sigh escaping as you both collapsed onto the bed, the sheets wrapping around you like a warm embrace. In that moment, you felt a deep sense of belonging in this new space—one that was all your own. It might not have the luxury of your parents' grand mansion, but its cozy charm was a perfect fit for your hearts.

"Damn, this has really changed how I see things. Paige will have to find a new roommate because I’m moving in with Vee! This bed feels so forbidden and divine; I’ve never experienced anything like it." KK murmured, her voice muffled by the plush pillows, surrendering to the comfort that enveloped her.

"So, beba, are you excited to be here? 'Cause I’m seriously thrilled for you—!" Nika's enthusiasm spilled over, only to be playfully interrupted when KK shot her a look. Nika rolled her eyes with a laugh, backtracking. "Sorry! I mean, we’re excited for you to be here," she said, gesturing between herself and KK.

"But I'm more excited than she is." KK mutters to herself, though the words escape her lips just loud enough for you to hear. You can't help but snort, rolling over to catch Nika's gaze. KK, sensing the pull of sleep, sits up, knowing all too well that surrendering to the comfort of the bed would mean drifting off.

"Yeah, I'm excited too, but honestly, I'm also a bit nervous. My hands were shaking earlier, but KK helped settle my nerves. It's just... fitting in here, in this new country, and with the team. Will they see me as a stranger or an outsider?" you confess, your voice a delicate blend of uncertainty and a hint of excitement, though the weight of doubt lingers heavily in your mind.

"Trust me, they won’t treat you any differently than they treat us. They’ll love you just like we do. They’re genuinely eager to meet another foreign basketball player; they’ve been talking about you all summer, waiting for your arrival since you were supposed to come then." Nika reassures you, settling beside you and rubbing your back in a soothing motion, her tone enveloping you like a warm embrace.

"But be ready; Paige might be a tough cookie to crack," KK chimed in, her smile radiating warmth as she glanced at you.

You blinked, trying to process the flurry of information. The prospect of meeting more people so soon after your arrival made your heart race, and a nervous bead of sweat formed on your palms, prompting you to discreetly wipe them on your black cargo pants. "Why is Paige Bueckers a tough cookie to crack? Wait, a party? When? Where? For how long? I just landed in America for the first time; can't a foreigner catch a break?" You rambled, your French accent lending an air of charm to your flustered words.

"Well, last year, she tore her ACL during a game and had to sit out for the rest of the season. The coach basically banned her from practice and the gym, which left her feeling isolated. She was crushed about missing out on playing, but now that she’s back, her competitive spirit is fiercer than ever. No one takes this sport as seriously as Paige does. She might see you as a potential rival, like one of those cocky ass basketball players who only care about themselves. So, she’s a bit on guard right now. But trust me, once she meets you and gets to know you, you two will become great friends, just like me and you." KK explained, her gestures weaving the bond of your friendship into the conversation.

But that only sparked your curiosity. They say curiosity killed the cat, and it had led you astray more times than you could count. This time, however, you held back your questions. KK and Nika caught the flicker of intrigue in your eyes, and KK added, "Just remember, I was here first, before Paige. We’re besties for life."

"We were thinking of inviting them over to your place, if that's cool with you. We could bring some ice cream and make our own bowls—nothing too fancy, just a chill hangout with the team and you," Nika said softly, her hand gently rubbing your back as you nodded, welcoming the idea. "But we have practice in an hour, so we need to leave early since your home is about 30 to 40 minutes away from campus. You can relax here or take a nap; we’ll be back around seven or eight, so just be ready."

With that, Nika stood up, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze as she moved toward the bedroom door. KK, however, groaned, reluctant to leave the warmth of the cozy bed. With a sigh that echoed her reluctance, she rolled out of your bed, "See you later, Vee." As they stepped out, you fell back onto your bed, stretching out like a starfish while your gaze wandered up to the new ceiling above you.

Exhaustion finally washed over you after that grueling eleven-hour flight. You slowly pulled out your phone, your heart sinking as you saw ten unread messages and two missed calls from your father. He was more intimidating than your mother, and the thought of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. Alongside that, there were five missed calls and twenty unread messages from her, a reminder of the whirlwind of family life waiting for you.

Amidst the chaos, you noticed unread messages from your uncle, your brother Benji, and your older brother Marco, which brought a soft smile to your lips. But the weight of sleepiness was heavy, and before you could even think to reply, your phone slipped from your hand, landing gently on your chest. Your eyelids fluttered closed, surrendering to the sweet embrace of sleep.

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The UConn Huskies packed into the elevator, their chatter a lively symphony of excitement and laughter, buzzing with the thrill of finally meeting you. Meanwhile, you were blissfully unaware, lost in the depths of slumber, your new bed cradling you in its embrace. It was 7:54 P.M., and Paige, on the other hand, had been dragged from her dorm by none other than her best friend, Azzi Fudd. Reluctantly, she had agreed to join this little gathering, Azzi adamant that she needed to connect with you, the new freshman now that you were part of the Husky family.

As the elevator ascended, Paige leaned against the wall, a look of mild disinterest etched on her face. Her hands were shoved deep into the pockets of her snug dark gray Nike tech zip-up jacket, perfectly accentuating her lean, athletic frame. A gentle ding heralded their arrival, and the doors slid open to reveal your inviting abode.

Stepping inside, the girls' excitement was almost tangible as they took in the spaciousness of your home. They explored every nook and cranny, while Aubrey, Sarah, and Lou made a beeline for the kitchen, arms overflowing with bags of ice cream, condiments, and an enticing array of toppings and syrups, their eyes sparkling with the promise of indulgence.

"Damn, she's loaded; she could seriously be my sugar mommy," Azzi quipped, her eyes glimmering with playful mischief as she absorbed the inviting atmosphere of your penthouse. The air was thick with a rich tapestry of scents—an intoxicating blend of incense and deep chocolate, intertwined with the warmth of aged wood and leather, evoking the essence of spiced red wine.

Paige rolled her eyes, a hint of disapproval crossing her face, though she couldn't deny the allure of your home’s fragrance. No way she’d ever admit that, though. KK nodded in enthusiastic agreement with Azzi's words. "I already told Vee I'm movin' in; Paige is just gonna have to find a new roommate." At that, Paige snapped her head toward KK, disbelief etched across her features.

"You just met her, and you're already thinking about moving in? What if she's not who she seems—maybe just a cocky, two-faced bitch hiding behind a sweet smile." Paige interjected, her voice low and laced with skepticism. KK shot her a sharp look, while Azzi gently nudged Paige, silently urging her to hold her tongue.

Nika rolled her eyes, crossing her arms defiantly. "Paige, chill out; she's really sweet and cool."

"Girl, boo, right! She's already stirring up trouble without even meeting my new bestie." KK replied, a teasing smile creeping across her face as she plotted how to wake you up, her excitement bubbling over. "Now let me go wake my bestie boo up!"

With that, she dashed upstairs, her footsteps light and eager, while Nika followed closely behind, anticipation dancing in her eyes as she prepared to witness KK's playful attempt to rouse you from your slumber.

"Paige, can you just put on a friendly face for a bit?" Azzi whispered, her tone laced with a mix of hope and exasperation as they made their way to the kitchen. "We’re really just trying to get to know her."

Trailing behind, Paige exuded a palpable reluctance. "Honestly, I didn’t want to be here at all. You dragged me along after I said no more times than I can count. What’s the point of meeting yet another cocky bastard who thinks they’re the best thing since sliced bread?" she replied, a hint of disdain coloring her words.

Azzi let out a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose in an effort to stave off a headache. As they entered the kitchen, they found Aubrey perched casually on the expansive countertop, effortlessly tossing grapes into her mouth, her demeanor relaxed as Sarah leaned against the sink. Lou stood nearby, animatedly discussing you and your quirks.

Sarah caught sight of Paige and Azzi as they sauntered into the kitchen. "Wait, Paige, hand me your phone real quick," she declared, her tone abrupt yet laced with urgency. Paige raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering across her face, but curiosity soon took the reins. With a languid motion, she retrieved her iPhone 14 Pro, the sleek device glinting in the light, and handed it over to Sarah, the screen already illuminated.

Aubrey gracefully slid off the countertop, positioning herself like a shadow behind Sarah, while Lou stood to her right and Azzi took up a spot on her left. The trio formed a tight circle, their energy palpable as Sarah focused intently on the screen. "What the hell are you doing on my phone, Sarah?" Paige's voice was tinged with a mix of intrigue and mild alarm as she caught a glimpse of Sarah's determined expression.

"I'm just trying to find Valeria's Instagram to see if she's posted any highlights." Sarah replied, her tone casual yet purposeful. In an instant, Paige lunged forward to reclaim her phone, but Sarah deftly pulled it out of reach, a playful glint in her eye. Aubrey and Azzi gently placed their hands on Paige's chest, holding her back with a teasing restraint.

"Aht aht, let her find the damn Instagram. You're acting like we're watching porn on your phone." Aubrey chimed in, a smirk dancing across her lips. Lou's curiosity mirrored Aubrey's, both eager to see what would unfold. Meanwhile, Nika and KK were busy scouring YouTube and TikTok for your highlights, but their efforts yielded nothing. You simply didn’t exist on social media, or at least not under the terms they were searching for.

"Hell no, I don't want that girl in my search history," Paige shot back, her tone thick with disdain and contempt.

Sarah, brushing off Paige's words, swiftly dove into the digital realm, her fingers dancing across the screen until she unearthed your Instagram profile under the username "Val_Astral." The aesthetic was strikingly minimalist; a blacked-out profile pic that hinted at mystery. Your bio was a cool mix of flags—France, Spain, Brazil—alongside your age, 19, punctuated by a basketball emoji. A powerful quote captured the essence of your spirit: "No soy quisquillosa; solo sé lo que merezco."

With a raised eyebrow, Sarah observed the follower count—17k—and mused, "For 17k followers, I lowkey expect like a million or something." Her gaze shifted to the two posts, one from five years ago and another from four. Intrigued, she tapped the video from five years back, which boasted a staggering 6 million views and over 1.9 million likes.

The video unfolded, revealing a younger version of you, a teenager with a tousled manbun, sweat glistening on your brow as you caught your breath. Clad in a bold black and red jersey emblazoned with the number 44, the matching shorts hung loosely at your hips. You stood amidst a swarm of reporters, microphones thrust forward, their eager inquiries echoing in the air, capturing a moment that was both electrifying and overwhelming.

Questions in rapid French flew around you, like "Quelle a été la clé du succès de votre équipe tout au long du tournoi?" and "Pouvez-vous décrire les émotions que vous avez ressenties lors du match final?" Sarah and Lou translated the French words for their friends, helping them understand better.

You answered the barrage of questions with an air of quiet confidence, your breath coming in soft puffs as you lifted your shirt to wipe the sweat from your forehead. The light glinted off your slightly toned abdomen, a hint of four-pack abs shimmering in the glow, each droplet of sweat accentuating the moment. Your voice, light yet imbued with a hint of raspiness, flowed with a thick French and Spanish accent, the black braces behind your crooked teeth adding an unexpected charm.

Behind you, Paige leaned against Azzi, her gaze fixed on the screen as she watched the video unfold. Her expression was a mix of disinterest and curiosity, pondering why this seemingly mundane clip—just you conversing in a different language—had amassed a staggering number of likes and views. It was dull, almost hypnotic, threatening to lull her into a state of slumber.

“Valeria,” began a young reporter from L'Equipe, her voice wavering slightly in the face of your imposing presence. "Félicitations pour votre victoire ce soir. Une performance phénoménale, en effet. Vous êtes devenu le joueur vedette de la France, nous éblouissant avec 63 points à couper le souffle, 18 passes décisives, 8 blocs, 6 interceptions et 7 rebonds. Mais la vraie question est la suivante: saviez-vous que votre équipe gagnerait ce soir?"

When Lou and Sarah heard the French reporter's words, their mouths fell open in astonishment at the remarkable stats from the championship game you had just triumphed in. As Sarah and Lou translated for their friends, Aubrey’s eyes widened in disbelief, while Azzi stared, caught in a blend of intrigue and shock. Paige, however, remained skeptical, convinced it was all a fabrication of fake news and sensationalism, yet they all leaned in closer, captivated by the unfolding scene.

A palpable silence filled the air, thick enough to be felt, as the anticipation became almost unbearable. Your lips, adorned in a deep, almost vampiric red, curled into a slow, barely perceptible smirk. Your gaze, devoid of warmth yet piercingly intense, was accentuated by that striking heterochromia eye, sparkling with a chilling confidence as it locked onto the reporter.

"Est-ce que je savais?" you echoed the young reporter's question, your French tinged with a subtle Spanish accent that only sharpened its impact. You paused, allowing the tension to swell, each heartbeat amplifying the suspense. "Let's be clear about something, chéri.. I don't 'know' things. I dictate them. So yeah, I fucking knew. From the moment I stepped onto that court. I knew. This entire goddamn championship was mine to take."

"Et franchement," You tilted your head, your chillingly confident gaze sweeping over the stunned faces of the reporters. "quiconque pensait le contraire est un putain d'imbécile."

The atmosphere crackled with tension, your casual arrogance hanging in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating any attempt at a comeback. One journalist, visibly shaken, stammered as he tried to formulate a follow-up question, but you silenced him effortlessly with a dismissive wave of your hand.

"Maintenant, si vous m'excusez," you said, your voice dripping with a blend of cockiness and elegance, "J'ai un trophée pour célébrer. Essayez de ne pas vous mettre en mon chemin." With that, you turned and strode away, leaving a trail of bewildered reporters in your wake. The echoes of your chilling confidence lingered long after you had departed. The victory may have belonged to France, but tonight, it was unequivocally yours; you owned the court, and you were fully aware of it.

"Haha—my performance tonight? Flawless. Mon tournage ? Mortel. La victoire ? Une putain de formalité." Your voice rang out as the video morphed into a captivating edit, the infectious rhythm of "Hmm - HotHeads" setting the stage for a breathtaking showcase of your court prowess. Each frame unfolded like a masterful painting, illustrating your finesse—sinking three-pointers, executing mid-range shots with precision, and gliding effortlessly to the paint for layups. You dazzled with slick passes, leaving defenders scrambling, snatching the ball with an ease that seemed almost choreographed. Your leaps were nothing short of poetry in motion, swatting shots away and claiming rebounds, orchestrating flawless assists that left the crowd in awe.

Once again, your voice pierced through the edit, brimming with confidence: "I'm just quicker, sharper—I'm just straight-up fuckin' better!" The scene captured the moment you drained a three-pointer, the ball swishing through the net as you locked eyes with your opponent, flashing a cocky three-finger salute, a smirk dancing on your lips.

In another electrifying clip, you crossed up your opponent with lightning speed, sending them sliding across the gleaming hardwood floor. Laughter erupted from you, a joyous sound that filled the air as you launched yet another deep three, not even bothering to watch it fall—your instinct told you it was a sure thing. You strolled away, confidence radiating from every step.

Then, your voice returned, rich with a blend of accents—Spanish intertwined with French. "Yeah, we won," you drawled, the satisfaction evident in your tone, a perfect finale to the exhilarating display of your undeniable talent. "But let's be honest without me? They wouldn't have stood a fucking chance. I carried that team on my back, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. This trophy? It's basically mine." As the montage unfolded, you sank a stunning buzzer-beater from half court in the final quarter, the ball arcing gracefully through the air before swishing through the net. The moment was electrifying, a perfect climax to your highlight reel. As the video faded out, the victory felt palpable.

"Damn, that was cold." Aubrey said, her voice filled with admiration and disbelief at your incredible high school highlight. "That edit is fire." Lou exclaimed, her accent adding a melodic charm to her words, clearly mesmerized by the stunning edit and the perfect track that accompanied the edit.

Azzi and Sarah nodded in awe, their eyes sparkling with admiration, while Paige scoffed, disapproval etched across her features. She couldn't overlook the way you seemed to overshadow your teammates, your confidence bordering on arrogance.

"Did you see how she just basically shamed her own teammates? Seriously, do we really want someone like that—who doesn't give a flying fuck about us at all? She only cares about herself and her image." Paige shot back, her voice slicing through the admiration like a knife, laced with disbelief and indignation.

All eyes turned to her, the tension palpable. Sarah rubbed her neck, deliberately avoiding Paige's piercing gaze, while Aubrey and Lou exchanged knowing whistles, diverting their eyes. Everyone recognized that Paige spoke a harsh truth, but who would dare to voice their agreement? Not a chance.

"C'mon, P. That was literally high school; she was just 14 or 15, winning a huge championship like that. You weren't even in France that day." Azzi broke the silence, her voice steady and calm. She could feel the weight of Paige's sharp gaze on her, a momentary pause hanging in the air as she continued. "You have no idea what she was feeling in that moment. With adrenaline coursing through her veins, she was on top of the world after dropping 63 points and walking away with a big trophy."

"Yeah, Paige, chill out. Nika and KK say she's coo peeps; give her a shot." Aubrey added, her tone soothing as she rested a hand on Paige's shoulder. Yet, despite the comfort, Paige remained tense, muttering curses under her breath—a silent rebellion known only to herself.

"Alright, let me hand P her phone back." Sarah said, returning the device. Paige immediately dove into her Instagram search history, swiftly deleting your username with a flick of her thumb. Just as she was about to voice her thoughts, KK's voice broke through the tension, shifting the atmosphere once again.

"Girl, boo! I was just waking you up!" KK exclaimed, rolling her eyes with playful exasperation, a teasing smile illuminating her face. Nika couldn't help but chuckle, her mind drifting back to the moment KK had roused you from your dreams. You lay there on your side, blissfully unaware of the delightful chaos that was about to unfold around you.

KK nestled beside you, positioning herself a mere seven inches from your face, gently tapping your cheek while whispering softly, "Wake up, babygirl! Come on, wifey—our tiny tornadoes are downstairs plotting their next snack attack, and they need their queen to lead the charge!"

With each persistent tap, you groaned, and as your eyes fluttered open, you were met with KK's radiant grin, startling you to the point of tumbling out of bed with a loud thud. Nika erupted into laughter, and KK seized the moment to tease, "You know you drool when you sleep?"

Her voice dripped with playful mockery, and embarrassment flooded your cheeks as your hand flew to your mouth, wiping at the corners as if to erase any trace of your slumber. Your cheeks burned with a rosy hue while KK snickered, and Nika simply reveled in the joy of the moment, laughter echoing in the air.

As KK took the lead in choosing your outfit, her approach mirrored a mother’s care on a child’s first day of school. With a playful sparkle in her eye, she couldn’t help but tease your quirky Bugs Bunny UGG slippers. What started as a simple task quickly evolved into a lively dress-up session, completely overshadowing the ones waiting downstairs.

KK carefully selected a stylish yet casual look: a black Big Worm graphic sweatshirt that hung just right, teasing a glimpse of your toned abs whenever you reached up. The dark gray, baggy sweatpants sagged slightly, allowing the edge of your white Calvin Klein boxers to peek out. Your dark gray UGG slippers rounded off the outfit, enhanced by a spritz of Dior Sauvage cologne. Though she considered taming your wild hair, KK decided it was perfect as is—messy yet charming.

Your outfit beautifully showcased the intricate tattoos that adorned your arms and neck, each design a captivating mix of flowers and vines, as if they were alive. The delicate patterns wrapped around your fingers and flowed down your forearms, with slender vines dancing gracefully. KK admired them, her fingers lightly tracing the ink, captivated by how they enhanced your look.

"I finally managed to wake our sleeping beauty!" KK called out, playfully pulling you along toward the rest of the team, who erupted in laughter and teasing applause.

A nervous smile crept onto your face—not from shyness, but from the excitement of meeting Americans for the first time in a new country. As your gaze swept over the girls, you were enveloped in warm embraces and friendly high-fives, a delightful surprise that swiftly banished any lingering doubts. The atmosphere buzzed with energy as your new teammates playfully jostled one another, eager to decide who would be the first to engage you in conversation.

Before long, you found an instant connection with Lou. The two of you effortlessly slipped into conversations in Spanish and French, delighting in the rhythm of your words. Lou laughed at the speed of your speech, her dialect slightly different yet harmonizing beautifully with yours. The other girls watched with smiles, their faces lighting up despite not understanding a word. They were simply thrilled that you had found someone to relate to, not only in basketball but also in language.

Aubrey glided in, effortlessly commanding your attention—a moment you had been eagerly awaiting, thanks to your diligent research on UConn. Your hands met in a cool, casual dap, a gesture that felt both familiar and inviting. "Hey, I'm Aubrey Griffin. So awesome to finally meet you, Valeria. The coach, KK, and Nika have shared so much about you!"

A gentle smile graced your lips as you responded, your accent rich and warm. "Same here. It’s an honor to play for your team, and a true privilege to be in America." Aubrey's grin blossomed further as she casually draped her arm over your shoulder, guiding you toward Paige and Azzi, who were engaged in a hushed exchange.

Azzi chastised Paige for her somewhat childish antics, while Paige, ever the defender, insisted that her skepticism was perfectly reasonable. Azzi, with a knowing glint in her eye, encouraged her to stop behaving like a child.

"These two lovely people are good friends of mine and also your new teammates—"

"Azzi Fudd and Paige Bueckers, right?" you asked, tilting your head slightly, feeling Aubrey's arm slide away from your shoulder. Azzi greeted you with a radiant smile, her eyes shimmering with warmth and friendliness, while Paige exuded a cool detachment, her expression suggesting she couldn’t care less about your presence or the fleeting moment.

"It’s a pleasure to finally meet you both. Valeria De Martel at your service," you proclaimed, your signature accent dancing through the air as you extended your hand toward both Paige and Azzi. Azzi nudged Paige, a hint of urgency in her gesture, but Paige remained unmoved until KK broke the silence.

"Aye, P-Boogers! You really gonna leave my bestie boo hangin'? Or are you just gonna keep actin' like the ultimate nonchalant dreadhead? You need to greet my girl Valeria, aka Vee, with the green!" KK snapped her fingers, her tone teasing yet insistent. Paige rolled her eyes, the very picture of casual indifference, but finally, she reached out, grasping your hand in a grip that was surprisingly firm.

Your eyes widened at the strength of her handshake, a spark of unexpected electricity coursing through you. A grin tugged at your lips, and your heart fluttered as her piercing blue gaze met yours. Yet, within those striking depths lay an unmistakable air of disinterest and ennui, as if she were trapped in a moment she wished to escape—an unvarnished truth that lingered between you, palpable and raw.

She stood tall, exactly six feet, her lean athletic physique accentuated by the fitted dark gray Nike Tech sweat outfit that hugged her frame just right. There was an undeniable magnetism about her; her long ash-colored hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, allowing her fair skin to radiate under the soft light. High cheekbones framed her face, and the sharp angles of her sculpted jawline made her look both fierce and stunning.

You found yourself lost in her presence, staring with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. When she tried to retract her hand, your grip tightened instinctively, as if you were trying to hold onto the moment itself. "Can you let go?" Her voice was a captivating blend of husky softness and firm demand, slicing through your daze.

In an instant, you snapped back to reality, blinking as a rush of embarrassment colored your cheeks. You released her hand like it was a live wire, your own hands flailing in a nervous dance. An apology tumbled out in French, completely unplanned, as you felt the weight of all the eyes around you. The other girls erupted in laughter at your awkwardness, their amusement clear, while Paige shot you a look of annoyance, as if your flustered charm was more of a bother than a delight.

"Cálmate, cálmate, Vee. Eres bueno; no quisiste decir nada con eso." Lou's voice broke through the tension, her rich accent wrapping around you like a warm blanket, soothing your frayed nerves. Just as you were about to let another apology slip from your lips, Azzi appeared, her presence radiating warmth as she pulled you into a cozy embrace. That familiar flutter ignited in your chest, reminiscent of the electric jolt from Paige's handshake.

"She isn't mad, so no more apologies." Azzi chimed in, her tone a gentle melody that brushed against the shell of your ear. "But damn, you look even better in person than in that video." Her words were soft yet firm, sending a delightful warmth cascading through you, your cheeks flushing as Paige shot you a glare, her irritation a riddle you couldn’t quite solve.

"My, my such a silver tongue, ma bella. I wonder if it tastes as sweet as it sounds," you whispered, your accent rich and inviting. Azzi's lips formed a delicate "o," a blush blooming on her cheeks, even though the French words slipped just beyond her grasp. There was something undeniably enchanting in your delivery, a charm that seemed to captivate her completely.

"I might've missed the words, but the way you said that? Damn, that was hot. You're such a tempting charmer with that pretty face of yours—care to say it again but slower?" Her lips brushed against the shell of your ear, igniting a spark that sent a shiver racing down your spine. The warmth of her breath danced against your skin, a tantalizing whisper that lingered long after she pulled away. Her hands, strong yet gentle, settled on your lower back, a perfect blend of softness and strength that spoke of countless hours spent on the basketball court.

As you leaned in closer, your arms draped over her shoulders, you noticed how she stood just a fraction taller than you. It was an unexpected advantage that made your heart race with excitement. When she uttered those words again, her voice a sultry blend of mischief and allure, your breath caught in your throat. You hadn’t anticipated her playful flirting, and the way she teased you sent your mind spinning.

She pulled back slightly, her gaze locking onto yours, and the lingering sensation of her lips against your ear left you feeling breathless. The warmth in your cheeks betrayed you, a rosy hue blooming as you stared into her deep brown eyes, which sparkled with warmth and a magnetic charm.

You didn’t even realize that the other girls in the kitchen were watching with amusement, their eyes glinting as they lowkey hyped you up, caught in the electric vibe of the moment. Lou was in the corner, her voice ringing out in Spanish, cheerfully urging you on, her energy infectious. But then there was Paige, the lone dissenting voice in the crowd, glaring at you with a look that could freeze flames, rolling her eyes as if this whole scene was beneath her.

Yet there you were, completely lost in Azzi’s gaze, the rest of the world fading into a soft blur. It felt like a bubble had formed around the two of you, isolating you from the laughter and chatter of the kitchen. Just as you thought you could drown in those deep, captivating eyes, a sharp throat-clearing from KK sliced through the air, yanking you both back to reality.

KK stepped in, her arm sliding between you and Azzi, disrupting the magnetic pull that had drawn you together. As her hands trailed down from your lower back, you reluctantly pulled your arms away from Azzi’s shoulders, the warmth of his presence slipping just out of reach. “Aye, aye! PDA, y’all! Damn, you two looked like you were about to eat each other’s faces—straight disgusting!” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with playful mockery as she faked a gag.

The heat rushed to your cheeks, a blush blooming as you glanced at Azzi, who was equally flustered but couldn’t suppress the smile spreading across her face.

"Lo siento, let me try this so-called American ice cream for the first time," you muttered, your thick accent rolling off your tongue as Nika gasped and rushed over, her arm slinging around your shoulders like a warm embrace.

"Wait, seriously? You’ve never had ice cream?" Nika asked, her eyebrow arching in disbelief. You shook your head, a sheepish smile creeping onto your face. Your parents had always been too fancy for such simple pleasures, opting for elaborate desserts crafted by chefs, while you and your brother Benji usually whipped up sweet treats for each other. Ice cream was definitely on your must-try list, but somehow, it had always slipped through the cracks.

"Don't worry, Beba! You're gonna love it. We’ll make sure you have the best time in America so you can leave a five-star review," she joked, and the room erupted in laughter, your chuckle mingling with theirs, the tension of the moment melting away like ice cream on a hot summer day.

As the night wore on, the welcome party turned out to be a blast. All those doubts and nerves you had felt earlier were tossed aside, replaced by a comfortable sense of belonging. Laughter filled the air as you and the girls began crafting your ice cream bowls. Nika and KK enthusiastically threw out suggestions, and you settled on mint chocolate chip, drizzling it with chocolate syrup and sprinkling on colorful chocolate sprinkles.

"Hold up, let me pull out my phone. I gotta get this on camera.” KK exclaimed, her excitement palpable as she whipped out her phone, ready to capture the moment of your first ice cream experience. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, the blush creeping in as Azzi and Nika teased you, giggles bubbling up around you, especially as they noticed your red ears.

Meanwhile, Paige remained mostly quiet, her gaze occasionally fixed on you with a sharp intensity. Each time she heard your voice or caught a glimpse of your accent, her eyes seemed to sharpen, as if she were trying to decipher a puzzle that intrigued her.

The basketball team and Azzi were definitely tuned in to your little ice cream adventure, their eyes dancing with amusement as you cautiously dipped your spoon into the bowl. With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, you lifted a generous scoop to your lips, and as the chilled mint chocolate chip met your tongue, it was like a burst of pure joy. The sensation was heavenly—until a sharp chill shot through your tooth, prompting you to instinctively blow on it, which only made the girls roar with laughter.

KK's laughter rang out loud and clear, a vibrant melody in the midst of the chaos. "Naw dawg, that ain't soup! What you blowin' on it for? You think it’s gonna start a fire or somethin'?!" she teased, her voice echoing off the walls as the cold creaminess melted in your mouth, leaving you in a state of blissful delight. You swallowed the first bite, still feeling the coolness linger.

“It made my toof cold,” you muttered, rolling your eyes in mock annoyance, your thick accent adding a layer of charm to your words.

“Yo, ‘toof’?” Aubrey exclaimed, her voice dripping with playful mockery. Sarah doubled over, clutching her stomach as laughter erupted from her. Lou, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, raised a hand to her mouth, but it was a losing battle; she burst into fits of giggles that only fueled the hilarity of the moment.

As the six of you dug into the ice cream bowls, the joy of the evening wrapped around you like a cozy blanket. You had to admit, ice cream was a delightful treat, even if it did send shivers through your teeth. The laughter and camaraderie filled the air, creating a backdrop of warmth that made you feel right at home, despite the initial nerves. In that moment, surrounded by friends and laughter, you realized that this was exactly where you belonged.

Azzi nudged her best friend Paige, who was practically glued to you with her piercing gaze. You felt it, but you were too caught up in the hilarious banter with Sarah and Lou, the three of you tossing around jokes in French, laughter bubbling up like the fizz in a soda. It was a lively scene, filled with warmth and camaraderie, but Paige's intensity was hard to ignore.

"You know you been shooting daggers at the new rookie all night." Azzi's voice sliced through the playful chaos, soft yet firm, as if she were trying to break through the stubbornness that often characterized her best friend.

"Yeah, like how you been eye-fuckin' her the whole night! Might as well just suck her face off." Paige shot back, her words a low murmur meant only for Azzi's ears. Her gaze flickered back to you, burning with an intensity that could probably ignite flames.

Azzi's breath hitched at Paige's words; she knew her friend wasn't wrong. She had been staring at you, captivated not just by your looks but something deeper, something that felt familiar yet elusive. It was a mystery she was determined to unravel, even if she couldn't quite put her finger on it just yet. As the laughter continued to flow around them, Azzi couldn't help but wonder what it was about you that had caught her attention so completely.

"P. I wasn't eye-fucking her! What's your animosity towards her anyways? She's new to America and a freshman, that's all?" Azzi shot back, but Paige just rolled her eyes, arms crossed tight across her chest. She simply didn’t trust you, and that was that. She didn’t get what everyone else saw in you.

"I just don’t trust the Frenchie, that’s all." Paige shrugged, and before Azzi could even respond, she was already striding out of the kitchen. You glanced up from your ice bowl, catching her leaving with that unmistakable look of boredom plastered across her face.

[suiana]

(yandere! foreign exchange student x gn! reader) (thanks for 8k 😍😍)

"can you stop being so annoying?"

"what?"

he stares at you with a raised eyebrow, pouting as he rests his cheek on his palm. with both arms propped up on the table, he reaches out his other arm towards you. obviously you back away in disgust at his affection... and you can't help but notice the way he narrows his eyes at your reaction.

he, as in, your annoying buddy. hiroto yamada, your buddy for the foreign exchange program which you were unwillingly made to participate in.

you knew bad things would happen when you saw the program, yet you were made to participate in it because you had joined the university wellbeing club. curse you and your past impulsive decisions.

honestly, things were fine in the beginning. apart from the fact that you had to socialize with others and waste your breath explaining things in the university... everything was quite alright. he wasn't too extroverted, liked to keep to himself as well...

that was until you started suspecting that he liked you.

you didn't want to believe it. there was no way. like, it's literally the absolute worse thing that could happen that would disrupt your peaceful school life.

so you pretended to not see the obvious signs he threw at you. you treated him like how you used to treat him, aka like a classmate you wouldn't talk to outside of class...

so it wasn't unexpected that he'd get frustrated. in fcat, it was actually a wonder that he managed to go for so long without shouting at you to stop ignoring the signs (he lasted 6 weeks).

eventually he confessed but... you didn't accept. duh. you didn't even like him that way! you didn't even treat him like a close friend so why would you fall or accept his love?

so you rejected him. understandable response.

but he wouldn't take it for an answer.

so he constantly pestered you in hopes that you'd finally give in and say yes. which is what led you to your current situation.

"you know, trying to act like my boyfriend..."

"but I'm just practicing for the future that will happen?"

he raises an eyebrow, seemingly confused as you roll your eyes at his reply. you make no move to explain yourself because you knew that he understood what you meant. he's a smart guy after all. he just likes playing dumb to get on your nerves.

and right now he's doing that.

you honestly wanted to just beat him up but that'll never work out in your favor. so you settle for the next best thing and that's to ignore him. and it always works.

turning around to face away from him, you plug in your ear phones and tune his blabbering out as you attempt to ignore him. it worked for a little bit but he always gets irritated the second you lose interest in him.

"hey pay attention to me..."

he whines softly, tugging on your shirt. you continue to ignore him, humming softly as you scroll on social media. oh this is a nice post-

but the second you move your hand to like it, he yanks the phone out of your grip and hides it in his bag. his face displays an annoyed expression, furrowed eyebrows and downturned lips.

you wanted to smack his face so bad. and you were just about to do that until he speaks in a chilling tone.

"you can't keep ignoring me. you know that we'll end up with each other. it's inevitable."

he mumbles before caressing your cheek. you shiver, eyes wide as your blood runs cold. shit! unconsensual touch! unconsensual touch!

but as much as you hated his touch, you couldn't move away for you were too frozen in fear. he always had a way of scaring you with his voice. and he loved to abuse it.

"you're really going to make me mad... so please don't keep resisting. it's not humourous or cute."

he mutters quietly before giggling as he lets go of your face. all you do is stare at him, still frozen in place as you gulp and finally look away.

god damn it. you really should've fought harder to get out of the exchange program.

[chroniclesofbts]

Call Me Home Part 2

Idol hybrid BTS x hybrid foreigner reader

Warnings: implied sexual themes, smut, angst, fluff, polyamorous relationship, pregnancy and birth control discussed, breeding mentioned

If you’re not 18+ please, do not interact.

As always, my works do not represent BTS in any way, this is purely a work of fiction.

Jin was in the kitchen preparing food to last through the oncoming heat and rut cycles. Namjoon was on the phone with their management/owners explaining the situation, denying heat suppressants. Yoongi explained how any form of suppressants caused damage to the body and they won't allow their management to force that on their mate.

"Are you on any form of prevention?" Namjoon asked, causing Jungkook to choke on his water.

"Joon, you can't just ask that" Jungkook whined.

"I am on birth control, yes Namjoon" I respond bluntly, causing his ears and cheeks to turn red.

"Y/N! Come see our nest!" Jimin hollered from another room, footsteps entering the kitchen where we were gathered. Taehyung enters with Yoongi and motions for me to follow him. I hesitate, causing Yoongi to raise his eyebrow. 'Follow' he mouthed at me, so I stood up and followed Taehyung down the hall. Yoongi followed behind me, I could feel his eyes on me or maybe its just the prey instincts in a house full of predators.

"Don't worry Doe, we will take care of you" Taehyung purred as he led me into a huge darkened room. The walls were colored a dark brown color, the windows were coverred with brown black out curtains, a large bed covered most of the floor and was covered with fluffy blankets and pillows. It looked very inviting, reminding me of the nest my previous owners kept in the breeding room. I was never in that room other than cleaning up after the other hybrids.

"Welcome to our den, baby" Yoongi whispered in my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist and picking me up. He carried me over to the bed and laid me next to Jimin and Hoseok who immediately wrapped their arms around me.

"Comfy?" Jimin murmured in question, nosing at my scent gland on my neck. I nodded yes, relaxing back into the blankets, enjoying how soft it felt.

"You smell close to your heat, you feeling okay baby?" Hoseok questioned, causing me to tense.

"I don't really know, I've never had a heat before. That's part of why my past owners left me on the streets." I whispered, afraid they wouldn't want a hybrid that's broken.

"You, wait, never?" Yoongi asked, leaning closer to look me in the eye. I shake my head, avoiding his eyes as I feel heat creep up my neck beginning to blush under his intense stare. He reaches up and grabs my chin, tilting it up so I can't continue to avoid his eyes.

"Have you ever been with another person?" He asked me, receiving another shake of the head, "Words, in our pack we need words when we ask a question, Doe"

"No, I have never been with anyone, I refused to entertain the clients that my owner had over." I confirmed, feeling my blush deepen. His eyes twinkled with the new information, face filling with lust at the thought of his pack being your first everything.

"Hmmm, well in that case, are you feeling hot? Any hazy feeling in your head, or a headache?" I shook my head, saying no quickly as his face turned stern with my lack of a verbal answer.

"Hot and bothered?"Jimin whispered in my ear, biting my earlobe causing me to yelp and try to escape the arms holding me.

"Well now she is hot, look at how red her face is!" Taehyung pointed out from beside Yoongi.

The door slamming open startled me, Namjoon coming in with Jin and two fridges. They plug them in and Jungkook starts to place the food Jin was prepping in them. Taehyung and Yoongi stand up and begin to take trips with them to the kitchen so it moves quicker. I lay back in between Hoseok and Jimin, taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart. Just as my heartrate starts to slow, Jimin starts to leave kisses on my neck, nipping at my scent gland. I shudder, feeling Jimin smirk against my skin. His hands push against my shirt so he can feel the skin of my waist.

"Your skin is starting to become hot, I would say we have no more than an hour before it begins. Her body meeting 7 mates is causing the pill they gave her to fade from her system quicker than expected' Jimin told Namjoon.

"Jin, why don't you take her to the shower to cool down while we wait for the confirmation from Sejin." Namjoon directs Jin, "A cool shower should help prolong it a little."

Jin helps me up out of the bed and leads me to the ensuite bathroom. There was a huge bath that we could all fit in, same with the shower. This must be made specifically for large packs. Jin starts the shower on a cool setting to help my body cool down.

Jin turned towards me and motioned for me to step towards him. He reached up and felt my head, his tail flicking in worry.

"I can leave you to shower, but your temperature is spiking so I don't know how long you will have before you will need one of us. I mean you can only take care of yourself for so long before your body will reject even your own touch." Jin explained.

"I don't mind, I mean, you'll be helping me soon enough anyway" I respond, looking down in embarrassment, "I don't know a lot about heats, but I know that ruts can be intense."

"We won't hurt you, I promise. We will only take care of you if you want us to, even in the midst of a rut." He says, putting his hands on my waist. "Can I?" he asked, playing with the hem of my shirt. I nod yes, causing him to pinch my sides lightly, "Words, little Doe, I know Yoongi has already told you this, be a good girl baby"

"Yes, Jin, you can" I said, my heart rate climbing by the second. Jin slowly raised my shirt up, pulling it over my head, eyes never leaving mine. I shivered as the cool air hits my skin, his eyes turning darker and pupils dilating. His hand trailed down to my pants, waiting. I whispered a small yes, causing his lips to quirk into a small smirk. My pants fell to the floor next to my shirt, leaving me in nothing but my undergarments. His warm hands resting on my hips again, playing with the lace on my underwear.

"I like these, pink happens to be my favorite color" He said, quickly glancing down at the matching set, causing heat to flood my cheeks. He pulled my hands to the bottom of his shirt, leaving them there.

"Are you going to just stare at me, or ask to undress me" He joked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"C-can I?" I stutter

"Can you what baby" He was not making this easy for me, "Don't be shy to ask for what you wan't, we won't ever deny you" He said gently.

"Can I take off your shirt?" I ask him, receiving a yes, I pull his shirt up, being met with a beautiful sight. "Can I touch you?" I whisper, not taking my eyes off of his chest.

"Of course you can baby" Jin said, pulling me closer to him. My hands trail from his collarbone down his chest, stopping as my nerves take over. He grabbed my hands, pulling them lower, watching my reactions. He guided my hands over his abs, contracting slightly, and continued down his happy trail, stopping at the buckle of his pants.

"Go ahead baby, take them off."

I worked the button open and began to pull his pants down when he stopped me, guiding my fingers to hook into the waistband of his underwear too. I gulp, look up at his encouraging face, and pull them both down together. I watch his semi hard member bounce up towards his stomach. He steps close, coming chest to chest with me, trapping his dick between us. His hand coming up to my cheek, thumb brushing against it.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, staring at my lips.

"Please" I say biting my lip.

He leaned in, maintaining eye contact until our noses were touching. His eyes flickered down to my lips, pulling my lip out from between my teeth, giving me one more chance to back out before his lips met mine. His lips were as soft as I imagined, melding perfectly with mine. His lips guiding mine, darting is tongue out to run across the seam of my lips, asking for entrance. Deciding to tease him, I kept my lips shut, denying him entrance. He hummed parting our lips, eyes twinkling with lust. He smirked leaning back in and connecting our lips with passion. His hands gripped my ass, causing me to gasp and giving him exactly what he wanted. His tongue invaded my mouth, rubbing sensually against mine, fighting for dominance. He pulled away, breathless.

"Shower" He said, out of breath. He turned and adjusted the temperature once more, glancing over his shoulder, catching me staring, before entering.

"I expect your cute butt to be joining me without that cute set, I'd hate to have to take it off of you. Can't promise to use my hands" He flirted.

I quickly stripped the last of my clothing, taking a deep breath before entering the shower behind them. Jin stood under the waterfall shower, looking ethereal. The image of Jin water flowing down his chest belongs in a museum. My eyes trail lower, seeing his excitement and causing heat to pool in my belly. I was starting to feel the fever.

"Come" He motioned to me, holding his hand for me to take. I place my hand in his and he immediately pulls me flush against his chest, under the cool water. His eyes widen when he feels the heat of my body against his. He pushes me back against the cool wall of the shower, his hand wandering to my chest.

"Tell me to stop at any time and I will" He whispered, connecting our lips. I began to get lost in the kiss, my head starting to feel hazy with lust. His fingers begin to massage my breast, feeling the weight in his hand. His other hand finding its way to my ass, using it to pull me tight against his hips. He was fully erect now, hard and heavy against my stomach. His fingers began to twist and pull my nipple, listening to my gasps to tell him what I liked and didn't. His hand left my breast to travel down to where I needed him the most. I grabbed his wrist, out of nerves.

"Do you want me to stop?" He questioned, pulling away and resting his forehead against mine.

"No, I just, well I never-" I began, unable to express what I want.

"Let me take care of you" Jin begged, kissing me slowly, I shuttered, feeling my body begin to fill with lust.

"Okay, I trust you" I whispered against his lips, feeling a smile overtake his face. I leaned my head against his chest and closed my eyes, letting Jin move his hands back to my core. His fingers brushing gently, sucking in a sharp breath.

"You're soaked baby, I don't know that this will be enough. I think you're-" His voice started to fade as my stomach began to cramp.

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[circeyoru]

Foreign Reality

[Sung Jinwoo x Memory intact!Reader - Academy Arc]

As weird as it sounds, you recall a world that was the same as this one but different. There were things known as ‘Gates’ and inside them are ‘Dungeons’ filled with all types of beasts and monsters that bring mankind harm. To counter that, there are awakened individuals known as ‘Hunters’ that would go into these Dungeons to defeat the boss and prevent an outbreak. That was the gist of it.

Now there was nothing. When you told your parents about it, they told you that you were dreaming too hard and that you needed to wake up. 

So how could you not feel the chill when the newly transferred student entered the classroom? Somehow you were able to recognize him. In your dream, he was the strongest Hunter, from the bottom to the top, he was famed for his strength and will to protect. Yet most remember him as the one-man army because of his ability to command shadow beasts and monsters. 

While the class teacher gave the former strongest Hunter the time to introduce himself, you already recalled his name like an echo to his introduction. “Sung Jinwoo.”

Over the next few days, Jinwoo was the topic of discussion for many people, both students and teachers. The girls were fonding over his coolness and smart nature, as he was top of his class like you were though you relied on your former knowledge and mentality. The boys were envious of the attention he was getting and his seemingly handsome appearance. The teachers praised him for his academic results and athletic talent. There seemed to be no flaws or faults with him.

Well, almost. It seemed like he was a bit on the dense and serious side. 

You recall the first day when a group of boys taunted him for wearing a single black glove over his hand, only to end up backing down when Jinwoo showed them a nasty scar. At the time, you were just passing by to leave the classroom, but you swore that scar couldn’t be made by normal means. Then again, you never knew what Jinwoo went through in his upbringing, so you kept it to yourself.

Then there were the constant confessions. You lost count of the library or rooftop confessions that you happened to stumble upon during your breaks. The library and rooftop were your go-to places to relax, yet somehow, Jinwoo’s love confessions were always there and sometimes in the hallways. You’d always see girls crying their hearts out and running away, when you looked over, Jinwoo smiled and waved at you. 

Though you nodded your head with a neutral expression before you left. You really wanted to give him a piece of your mind, by then you were sure he rejected and made a bunch of girls cry. If he weren’t the former strongest Hunter and praised and admired by you, you would have given Jinwoo the cold shoulders. You wondered if he had always been like this even before the timeline repeated itself.

But there were times when you wondered if he knew that time repeated like you did. You hoped that there was someone you could connect with. There was so many times that you felt so foreign in your place. Like everything was a lie. Maybe it was because you were used to the you and world in that former timeline, maybe it was because everything felt so real there and to be denied that reality was breaking to you.

So that might have led you to what you did then.

It was any other day after school was done and it was time for the extracurriculars. Jinwoo was in track and field while you were in a literature club. Yours ended earlier than his, and when you left, you’d catch him on his breaks. Like always, he’d be under that tree, sitting at the base of it and holding onto his water bottle while he napped a bit. 

Your legs brought you over to him and you squat down to stare at his features. Your eyes blinked as you waited for any form of reaction from him. If he were like you, he’d still have his Hunter senses, but there was none. Your face crunched together a bit as you tested another method. You slowly and gently took his bottle from his hand, still he didn’t seem to be conscious. So you sat down by him and set his bottle between you two.

“Hey, do you remember something like a portal to dungeons? Like in those games or movies? Haha, it’s silly huh? But I remember a world like that. There were brave Hunters who protected normal people with their powers and strength every day, they risked their lives to protect humanity. No matter their rank.” You stared at the sky as you talked your mind out. For some reason, you felt comfortable saying all this to him, even when he was sleeping.

Of course, you never saw the twitch in his fingers and the various eyes that stared at your form from the shadows. You continued your ranting.

“There was once the weakest Hunter who tried his best just to get by, then he was suddenly the strongest. Despite everything he went through, he never hated others or the world, nor did he take revenge. He was so selfishly selfless.” You clenched your hands as you looked down, “I’m sure, in the end, he did something, but it wasn’t just for himself. I can’t tell, but he was so stupid to just suffer the weight of it all alone.”

You failed to notice how his jaws clenched tightly.

“Haha. Well, I’m just being silly.” You got up and patted your clothes to remove any dirt or grass stuck to your fabric. You looked down to see if his form had changed, only to notice nothing out of the ordinary. You chuckled, picking out a leaf from his hair and blowing it away so that it could follow the breeze. You turned your attention back to him and bowed your head saying, “Thank you, Hunter Sung Jinwoo, for all you’ve done.” You straightened up and smiled before turning away from him. “I wish you the happiest lifetime for your efforts and suffering.”

Not even a few steps in, your eyes widened as your smile fell straight from shock. A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist as your head tilted to see who it was. Jinwoo.

“Always. You always have a way with words. You know that?” Jinwoo’s voice cracked. 

You flinched, figuring he heard you, “Uh, um, I was just referencing to a novel the literature club had its members read! Nothing too serious! I, really…”

The way Jinwoo’s eyes glowed purple made your words fall short. “Don’t lie. You remember. You remember it all. Please.”

Your heart ached for some reason you can’t explain. In your memories, you were nothing special to the S-Rank Hunter Sung Jinwoo. You were one of the bystanders who cheered him on. You were only something to him when he visited his mother at the hospital, you as the doctor in charge of his mother’s treatment and stay. After his mother was discharged, there was no reason for him to return or visit the hospital because he had no need for it. 

Once, you witnessed his soldiers when his sister was brought to you to check due to some dungeon break in her school. You were so busy calming her down that you ignored the soldiers’ stare. When the Hunter appeared in the room, you professionally relayed his sister’s condition to him and he, in such a troubled state, didn’t spare you greetings of the like. 

After then, you’ve been keeping an eye out on the news for his good work for humanity. Just silently cheering him on from the sidelines because you knew you wouldn’t be able to help him. When you saw him with other S-Ranked Hunters, you felt content and proud, sometimes you can’t believe that was the same small frail E-Rank Hunter that would try to pay his mother’s medical bills with wounds and injuries all over his body. 

You reached your hand to the top of his head as best you could. Perhaps it was a good thing. In this world, he doesn’t need to throw himself into the dangerous dungeons with monsters that want to tear him apart. “Yes, I lied. I remember it all. But aren’t you going to go look for your other friends?”

His grip on you tightened. “I... I’ve wanted to stay by your side for a long time, but it was either you were too busy with your work or I was. There never was a time. When I reversed time, I thought I could correct things. But this time, there were other obstacles.”

“You could have just come talk to me.” You chuckled at his words. “Instead, I got a look good at how you’ve always made girls cry. Can’t you let them down gently?”

“But I was being honest.”

“Brutally honest…” You sighed. 

Jinwoo loosened up a bit, turning you so that he’d meet your eyes and you’d meet his, “What does this make us?”

You poked your finger at the middle of his chest, pushing him away from you, “Nothing serious. We’re starting from rock bottom. As friends.”

Jinwoo smiled, nodding at your words. “Well, we both have the time.”

“Right.” You huffed, content with this result until you recalled something. “Wait, you reversed time!?”

That day, under the tree and with the breeze of the wind, your surprised rambles gave the Shadow Monarch his solace back. For so long, he has dreamed of meeting you again and staying by your side. You were so diligent and caring that he never stood a chance, even when he became an S-Rank Hunter. 

Jinwoo laughed while you continued to speak at the speed of light over what he said. His eyes curled to crescent moons as he watched you stress over what insane thing he had done for the world again. All the while, within his Realm of Eternal Slumber, his Shadows cheered for their reunion, certain few plotting ways to move the relationship faster and deeper. 

With your distracted mind, Jinwoo plopped his form on top of yours while you tried to balance yourself. “It’s so good to have you back.”

“I’ve been here the entire time…” You pouted while you grounded yourself from the sandbag over your head. Still, you can’t help but chuckle, messing up Jinwoo’s hair. “I’ll be in your care this time.”

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