#itzy dancer

[subbwoofer]

Chaery is like that ✨🍒

[hwangyeddeongie]

megan chaeryeong's daughter confirmed

[cut-catches]

i will forever be entranced by chaeryeong’s artist of the month, it showcases her dance and expression so well. she’s so powerful yet effortless and translates the music and emotion into movement so perfectly. she’s precise yet moves completely freely. it’s so fascinating and inspiring to watch

[ddeongies]

Have you seen the chk chk boom challenge with hyunjin and yeji omg

YES idk how many times i've seen it....... i have unfortunately seen it enough times to notice this devastating tummy peek 😔 please pray for my soul 😔😔😔

[estathom]

Itzy’s “Kill My Doubt” album spoiler

Not a huge fan of Cake being the title track… I think Kill Shot has similar vibes to Cheshire and Psycho Love has a Loco vibe (kinda?), so either choice would have felt more cohesive in their discography. If they were chosen, it would have told me that JYP has an idea about where Itzy is going. With Cake… I’m confused about their direction.

Looking forward to hearing the Album though!

[chrrific]

HE WAS A JOCK AND SHE DID JAZZ ─── A LEE HEESEUNG WRITTEN SERIES

𝓁’H𝑖STO𝑖RE ─── lee heeseung; campus heartthrob and most cheered on basketball team leader in the history of seoul high. girls fawning over him and practically screaming and fainting in joy over him sparing them a glance was normal to him; he loved the attention. while you, oh you were a completely different case. a popular jazz dancer in the school, famous for her sharp lines and fluid movements. as well as a well maintained repertoire as the top student in your year. however, heeseung had a problem; he was failing english. it’s not like he was bad at speaking it, he was just not amazing at grammar, so to speak. (he was lost the second you asked him what an adverb was, if you know what i mean). and you, you just so happened to be passing english with flying colours. such flying colours that your English professor put you up for the task to get his grade up by the end of the semester. what could go wrong? A — you got done with the task of betting his grades up and go back to your normal life or B — you got tangled in a web of lies, an awkward situationship and a… crown?

𝓹airing b-ball jock! heeseung x jazz dancer! 𝑓. reader 𝒘𝒄 mentioned in each chapter. ─── somewhat strangers to lovers he fell first she fell harder typa thing >< angst fluff ୨ৎ 𝓵 ’avis lots of tension + angst + kissing — more tba & will be mentioned in each chapter.

featuring: heeseung + all of enha ahn yujin (ive) shin ryujin (itzy) myung jaehyun (bnd) uchinaga aeri + yoo jimin (aespa) && more tba!

series taglist ( open / send an ask, comment, or dm to be added ) — @erehkinnie30 @rairaiblog @heebear @anushkaaaiaiiaiaia @heesexual74 @heeaara @mheretoreadff @wonuziex @right-person-wrong-time @strwbrryh00n @mellowgalaxystrawberry @tami1992x @bywonyo @annoyingbitch83 @nct-sticker-127 @mwahvvis @m1ksso @riribelle @firstclassjaylee

perm. taglist ( also open / do the same above to be added ) — @liya07v @strvvy-anniee @flufflights @eunandonly @hannamoon143 @irasvr @ateez-atiny380 @amoressb @ikeulove @gudkc @mrsjohnnysuh @sol3chu @nerdywitchcrown @sol3chu @puma-riki

check out some more of my fics here at my masterlist

characters : 𝑖. da b-ball homies 𝑖𝑖. y/n’s prehistoric human jazz troupe

episodes :

01. whats an adverb?

02. “she’s mental, im tellin’ ya”

03. LAPD, open up

04.

05.

06.

07.

more episodes + episode names tba. [ch names subject to change]

mick’s 注記 ─── ackk my first series of the year !! hopefully I get the motivation to continue it, because that has happened with a lot of other series.

[satzumosupremacy]

Elite Bodyguard Series Masterlist

An elite bodyguard ends up helping Twice and many more to their satisfaction.

*Does become polygamous*

• Character List

Pt.1 Jihyo (Twice)

Pt.2 Momo (Twice)

Pt.3 Sana (Twice)

Pt.4 Tzuyu Side Story

Pt.5 Yuna (Itzy)

Pt.6 Sana (Twice)

Pt.7 Noze (Dancer)

Pt.8 Tzuyu (Twice)

Pt.9 Jihyo (Twice)

Pt.9.5 Jihyo Side Story

Pt.10 Somi

Pt.11 Gong Seungyeon

Pt.12 Sana (Twice)

Pt.13 Kwon Eunbi

*Side stories are only primarily focused on original character’s persona along with the genuine relationship with Twice*

[cosmic-conqueror-diabelos]

An adventurer’s guide to the galaxy

In their relentless pursuit of peak physical perfection, Jihyo, Momo, Sana, and Mina had pushed themselves through nearly every fitness trend—from intense Pilates sessions to disciplined weight-lifting regiments. But when they hit a frustrating plateau, their competitive spirits refused to settle. Searching for the next challenge, they found themselves drawn to a quiet yet well-respected dojo nestled just on the outskirts of the city.

It was there, under the strict yet graceful tutelage of Sensei Umezewa—a stoic Japanese immigrant and the daughter of a so-called "exiled samurai"—that they began spending nearly every weekend honing their skills. What started as a personal training sanctuary soon turned into something else entirely. As word spread among their peers, the dojo quickly became a magnet for other idols chasing their own version of physical and mental mastery.

Before long, familiar faces began appearing at the dojo: Sakura Miyawaki, always composed and deadly with a shinai, and Kazuha Nakamura, graceful as a dancer but deceptively strong. Their presence added a new layer of intensity to the sessions, and it wasn’t long before their training schedules naturally aligned. They often sparred together, sweat and adrenaline bonding them through every strike and counter, their movements crisp and purposeful beneath layers of traditional gear.

Today’s session had been no different—rigorous, disciplined, and exhausting. Sensei Umezewa had calmly observed from the sidelines, her eyes as sharp as a blade, offering the occasional correction or nod of approval. The training had concluded with the quiet arrival of three new recruits: Giselle and Karina of Aespa, and Itzy’s Yeji—all drawn to the dojo for the same reason as the others: the hunger to evolve, to transcend.

After bowing to their Sensei and one another, the group made their way out of the dojo, laughter, and conversation punctuating the quiet of the late afternoon. But as they stepped into the gravel path outside, something strange happened.

One, two, three… eight steps.

Then nothing.

They kept walking—but the scenery didn’t change. Their feet moved, and the gravel crunched beneath them, but they weren’t getting anywhere.

It took a moment before anyone noticed. One by one, they paused, puzzled, glancing around. The air felt heavier, charged with a strange, humming tension. Confused murmurs gave way to silence as they all tilted their heads upward.

That’s when they saw it: a colossal beam of pale blue light pouring down from the sky, shimmering like liquid glass. It enveloped them completely, holding them in place with an invisible grip.

A split second later, everything went white.

And then—nothing.

Darkness.

They came to—roughly four Earth hours later—disoriented and sprawled across the cold, metallic floor of an alien chamber. The room hummed softly with energy, its walls a lattice of strange, glowing symbols and seamless, shifting panels. The very structure they were in felt alive, its design so far beyond human comprehension that even trying to make sense of it gave them a dull headache. No edges, no visible doors—just smooth, flowing architecture that pulsed like a heartbeat.

And sitting at the far end of the chamber, upon what looked like a throne grown out of the floor itself, was a towering figure that resembled a man crossed with a white tiger—broad-shouldered, draped in dark, ornamental armor, and radiating a quiet, effortless menace.

“Oh good, y’all are awake,” the feline giant said in heavily modulated English, his voice deep and oddly melodic, like metal scraping velvet.

The idols instinctively recoiled, hearts pounding, pressing themselves against the walls as far from the creature as possible. Panic danced in their eyes—this was no stage, no dream, no fantasy.

The creature raised a massive paw in what seemed like a gesture of calm.

“Now, now—no need to be afraid,” he said, his tone rehearsed but not unkind. “I’m not here to hurt you. My name is Rylor. I come from the planet Jenji, in the Solaris system. I am what you might call… a recruiter.”

“A what?” Sana whispered, still breathless.

“I seek out exceptional talent and bring them to their new… hmm. Not ‘masters,’ no—that’s not the word. Employers. Yes. That’s what you humans call it,” Rylor corrected himself, his tail lazily flicking behind him. “You’ve been chosen. I hope to make your transition from your… previous lives to this one a bit easier.”

As their eyes adjusted, the girls noticed the details of him more clearly: he was less like a cartoonish feline and more like a white tiger standing on two legs—hulking, rippling with muscle, with intelligent amber eyes that gleamed beneath his metallic circlet. He was beautiful in the way a storm is beautiful. Dangerous. Unstoppable.

Jihyo stepped forward, fists clenched.

“You didn’t recruit us,” she said firmly, her voice low and even. “You abducted us. You stole us from our home.”

Rylor let out a low, rumbling laugh. “You’re from Earth. It’s practically the same thing.”

He paused, scanning each of them with what looked like genuine curiosity—and maybe even a little admiration.

“Liroc,” he called, not looking away from the idols, “get them chipped and resonant.”

From a nearby shadowed corridor emerged something even less comforting—an insectoid creature, tall and skeletal, with glistening carapace armor and multi-jointed limbs. Its face was a twisted mandible of clicking parts, closer to a nightmare than anything terrestrial. Think Predator, if it grew up in a hive instead of a jungle.

The idols froze, eyes wide.

“Move,” Rylor said gently, as if herding kittens. “He won’t bite. Unless you try to run.”

The creature—Liroc—made a rapid series of harsh clicks and guttural sounds that echoed off the walls like static-fed radio transmissions. The girls tried speaking to him, asking questions, but all they got in response were more unsettling chittering noises and unreadable gestures.

He led them down a narrow, curving corridor. The floor beneath their feet shimmered with every step, adjusting somehow to their pace. At the end of the hallway, a chamber opened—a sterile white room illuminated by ambient light from no visible source.

Standing in the center was a humanoid robot—sleek, silver, and humanoid in shape, with glowing red eyes. Despite the intimidating appearance, its voice was eerily calm, a soft, automated baritone that sounded like an old friend reading bedtime instructions.

“Welcome,” it said. “I am HAL-2000. You have been selected for linguistic synchronization and cosmic resonance attunement. Please proceed to the tubes.”

Six cylindrical pods stood against the wall, faintly humming, mist swirling at their bases.

The idols hesitated.

“It is painless,” HAL added, sensing their fear. “And necessary. You will understand everything soon.”

With no other choice—and Rylor’s words still ringing in their ears—they stepped forward, one by one, into the strange machines.

As the lids closed over them, a soft pulse filled their ears.

Then—

Darkness again.

Light slowly bled into their consciousness.

This time, when they opened their eyes, the sterile chamber was gone. The soft walls here were the color of aged parchment, gently pulsing with an inner glow. The air was warmer, breathable—but laced with an unfamiliar metallic tang. Each of them lay in their own cot, covered by strange yet comfortable woven sheets that shimmered like liquid thread.

They were no longer in the pods.

At first, they stirred quietly, groggily, unsure if they were dreaming again. But then a sound reached them—soft at first, like fingers tapping on crystal. Then it formed words.

Actual words.

Words they understood.

“In your language now?” came a voice—clicking, layered, but unmistakably intelligible.

They sat up. Liroc stood at the entrance to the chamber, his towering insectoid frame half-hidden in the shifting glow of the doorway. No longer just a horror movie silhouette, he now looked more… real. His mandibles twitched with each word, but his voice carried directly into their minds, perfectly fluent—not in English, but in each of their native tongues.

“I know this is unsettling,” Liroc continued, his multifaceted eyes scanning their faces one by one. “And I know it’s scary.”

There was no trace of mockery or malice in his voice—just a tired honesty, like someone who had delivered this speech many times before.

“But if you do your four years,” he said slowly, “you’ll be free. And you can go home.”

Silence fell over the room like a thick curtain.

Sana was the first to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. “Four years of… what?”

Liroc didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped into the room, claws clicking gently on the floor. He didn’t loom or threaten—he sat. Or rather, crouched in a way that seemed both alien and oddly respectful.

“Work. Missions. Tasks that require… exceptional beings. You were chosen because your abilities—discipline, adaptability, group cohesion, physical prowess—are rare. Even among humans.”

“Chosen,” Mina repeated flatly.

“Recruited,” Jihyo added bitterly.

Liroc inclined his head slightly. “I won’t lie. Most of you would not have volunteered. But many before you have served. And survived. Some even thrived.”

Karina spoke up, voice trembling. “And if we refuse?”

There was a pause. Not ominous—just… somber.

“Then you’ll be reassigned,” Liroc said. “To less cooperative handlers. I can’t protect you from them.”

That landed with force. The room went cold again.

“Why are you helping us?” Yeji asked.

Liroc’s mandibles twitched, and he made a low, rattling sound—it might’ve been a sigh.

“Because I remember what it was like,” he said quietly. “To wake up in a place that wasn’t mine. To be told I belonged to someone else. I earned my freedom. I serve now by choice. And I would rather guide you gently… than see you broken.”

The silence that followed wasn’t fear.

It was decision.

As the days turned into weeks—four Earth weeks, to be exact—the idols slowly began to settle into an uneasy rhythm aboard the alien vessel. The initial terror faded into something more mechanical: they cleaned, they ate strange but nourishing food, and they trained.

Under the ever-watchful eye of Rylor.

Training was rigorous. Physical drills, weapons handling, even simulations that pulled on both their instinct and discipline. They were pushed hard, but not broken. The crew—diverse, strange, and mostly indifferent—treated them with a cold professionalism. No cruelty, but no affection either. They were assets. Temporary, expendable.

But Rylor was different.

Though none of the others were singled out, Jihyo somehow drew his constant attention. She noticed the way he lingered during sparring sessions, the way he observed her with a mix of curiosity and something else—something more possessive. It wasn’t romantic, exactly. It was… fixated. Fascinated.

Jihyo didn’t trust him. Not even a little. But she kept her guard up and her tone neutral, even when he hovered just a bit too close or watched her with those amber, unreadable eyes.

Despite the circumstances, the group adapted. They grew stronger. More cohesive. They began communicating with each other and the ship more easily thanks to the resonance chips. They weren’t free—but they weren’t helpless either.

As their vessel neared the coordinates of their so-called employers, a quiet anxiety settled over them.

Then came the night before they were to be handed over.

Rylor summoned Jihyo to his private chambers.

It was a rare invitation. No one refused. She went—cautiously.

The chamber was dimly lit, filled with artifacts and relics from across the galaxy: weapons mounted like trophies, silk banners embroidered with alien script, and the faint scent of incense that made her slightly dizzy. Rylor lounged on an elevated couch, a decanter of shimmering blue liquid in one paw, two crystalline cups set before him.

“Sit,” he said, voice low but heavy with expectation.

Jihyo did, stiffly. She didn’t touch her drink.

Rylor, on the other hand, was already a few glasses in. As the evening wore on, the stoic pirate grew looser, more talkative—his speech slurred, his posture relaxed.

“You know,” he said, tail flicking lazily behind him, “you humans don’t usually do it for me. Too soft. Too loud. But you… you're different.”

Jihyo said nothing. Just listened.

“You remind me of the Panthera Regiment back on Jenji,” he went on, eyes glazing over with memory. “An all-female platoon. Vicious. Lethal. Beautiful. They didn’t fear anything—except failure.”

He leaned in slightly, his voice lowering.

“You could’ve led them. You should stay with me. Be my consort. My wife.”

Jihyo’s face remained unreadable, but her heart pounded. She kept her tone polite, measured.

“I appreciate the… compliment. But I can’t accept.”

Rylor froze, just for a moment. Then something shifted.

“How dare you?” he growled, rising slowly to his full, imposing height.

“I take care of you. I train you silly apes. I give you purpose, and you—"

A sudden buzz sliced through the tension.

The intercom crackled to life, interrupting him mid-rant with a calm but commanding female voice:

“Pirate Rylor, this is Commander Samira of the Galactic Federation. You are in direct violation of the Nephilim Treaty of Year 17 Billion—Earth year 2012—regarding the acquisition of Terran civilians. Prepare to be boarded and arrested.”

For a moment, the chamber was still.

Then Rylor’s expression twisted into something primal. He slammed the decanter to the ground, blue liquid splattering across the floor like blood.

“Federation scum…” he hissed, eyes glowing with fury.

He turned toward the sealed door, muscles tensing, ready to fight.

Behind him, Jihyo remained silent—calculating.

Her moment might’ve just arrived.

As the last syllables of her warning faded from the comms, Commander Samira turned smoothly from the console to face the three of us—her elite strike unit, her so-called little wolves.

There was a gleam in her eyes—equal parts mischief and menace.

“My little wolves,” she purred, brushing a lock of silver hair behind her ear, “would you be darlings and tear that cat’s ship apart?”

I gave a sharp nod, feeling the familiar pulse of power building in my chest.

“As you wish, Commander,” I said.

With a slash of my hand, a portal tore itself open before us—vibrating with crackling energy. Through it, the innards of Rylor’s ship were revealed, dim and pulsing like the belly of some dormant beast.

Combat Captain Dinozen Sisko, ever silent and grim, stepped through first—his hammer already crackling with kinetic charge. Artillery Specialist Magnara Unika followed close behind, her twin shoulder-cannons humming softly, calibrated for close-quarters suppression. I entered last, sealing the rift behind us with a flick of my wrist.

We materialized in what looked like the prisoner holding bay—cold, metallic, sterile. The idols were there, huddled but alert. All of them except one.

Magnara gasped softly. “Oh my stars… it’s really them.” Her voice was unusually high-pitched with excitement. “Is that Kazuha? And Sana?!”

She was fangirling—actually fangirling in the middle of an extraction op.

“Focus, Unika,” Dinozen muttered, though his mouth twitched in what might’ve been a grin.

Magnara gathered herself quickly, motioning for the idols to follow. “Come on, ladies. You’re safe now. Let’s get you out of here before things get… explode-y.”

They obeyed, moving fast but wide-eyed, still processing their rescue. Just before they reached the portal, one of them—Sana, I believed—turned back and looked up at me with urgent eyes.

“Um, sir?” she asked, voice trembling with both hope and fear. “Can you save our leader? Her name’s Jihyo. She’s about this tall—” she held up her hand, “—big brown eyes, tan skin. She’s probably still with that… tiger freak.”

I gave a short nod. “I’ll find her.”

Dinozen and Magnara led the group through the portal, the shimmering light swallowing them as they vanished back to the safety of Samira’s warship. As they disappeared, I caught a glimpse of one of the paler idols—Mina, maybe—casting a lingering glance back at Dinozen. Her gaze wasn’t fear, though. It was curiosity. Interest.

I chuckled softly to myself. Well now… that could get interesting.

Then I turned, armor humming as I moved deeper into the belly of the ship, toward the captain’s quarters. Toward the one they called Jihyo.

The moment the intercom cut out and Rylor stormed toward the chamber doors, Jihyo made her decision.

No more waiting. No more being watched. No more being handled.

She had seen the shift in Rylor’s eyes—how rejection twisted his fascination into something darker, something that boiled beneath his pride. The look of a predator who wasn’t used to hearing “no.”

As he stomped toward the control panel beside the door, growling curses under his breath, Jihyo moved. Not wildly. Not recklessly. Precisely.

She snatched the shard of the shattered decanter from the floor—glass in this part of space wasn’t like Earth glass. It didn’t break into fine sand; it fractured into jagged, durable splinters. She wrapped part of her sleeve around one end, creating a makeshift grip, and crept toward the brute’s back.

“How dare she,” Rylor snarled under his breath, punching in override codes. “I offer her legacy, power… and she—”

He never finished the sentence.

Jihyo struck.

The shard sliced across the back of his knee, deep enough to draw a roar of pain but not enough to sever anything. The beast fell forward, surprised more than wounded. She leapt back as he twisted toward her.

“You dare?” he bellowed, voice echoing through the chamber like thunder. “You little animal—”

“I’m not yours,” Jihyo snapped. Her voice didn’t tremble. “You don’t get to ‘keep’ people. We’re not prizes. We’re not pets.”

Rylor charged.

She dodged—barely—tucking and rolling across the chamber as his claws scraped the floor where she’d stood. He turned, slower now, dragging his wounded leg.

“I was going to make you a queen,” he hissed.

“I’m already a leader,” she replied, tightening her grip on the glass shard. “And I don’t need a crown from you.”

Just as he lunged again—

-The wall behind Rylor ruptured in a violent blast of energy.

A portal flared open, clean and circular, its edges sparking as if reality itself had been neatly sliced. I stepped through—calm, composed—my gaze immediately locking onto the bleeding, seething tiger-like pirate.

Jihyo blinked in surprise. “Who—?”

“Reinforcements,” I replied coolly, tone level, but edged with authority. “Now, is there any chance you’ll surrender peacefully? Or are you intent on making this even more difficult?”

Rylor didn’t answer. He just growled—and lunged.

Wrong move.

A charged pulse shot from the coil around my wrist, striking him square in the chest. The blast sent him flying backward, crashing into the bulkhead with a sharp metallic crunch. He slumped, dazed but alive, smoke curling from the scorch mark on his armor.

I stepped into the room fully, scanning quickly—and then I saw her.

Jihyo.

Her light bronze skin glowed faintly under the flickering emergency lights. She stood tall despite the chaos, chin lifted, shard of alien glass still clenched in her hand like a dagger. Her eyes—wide, warm, but unyielding—held both the gentleness of a leader and the fire of someone who refused to break.

I understood in that instant why Rylor had fixated on her. But what struck me most wasn’t her beauty, or her resilience.

It was her presence.

“I believe your friends are waiting for you, Leader Jihyo,” I said, lowering my hand and offering a respectful nod. “Care to come home?”

She looked from the scorched wall… to Rylor, groaning but beaten… then finally up at me. Judging me. Measuring me. And then, she nodded.

“Yeah,” she said, slipping the shard into her belt. “Let’s go.”

I opened a second portal behind me, and together we vanished into the light.

⸻

We emerged into the safety of the Federation warship’s transport bay. The idols were already gathered there, recovering under the soft blue glow of medical filters. As soon as Jihyo stepped through, the others rushed to her.

“Oh thank God you’re safe!” Sana cried, flinging her arms around her.

The others followed quickly—Momo, Mina, Sakura, Giselle—all wrapping her in relief and laughter. The tension eased. Their leader was back. The circle was whole again.

I made my way across the deck toward Commander Samira. She stood with her arms behind her back, cool and commanding, letting the idols have their moment before speaking.

“Welcome, Terrans,” she said with a practiced warmth. “I am Commander Samira of the Rune Terra system, native to the planet Noxus, and an agent of the Galactic Federation. I’m here to take you home.”

The room filled with cheers and emotional gasps.

But I noticed something quieter amid the noise.

Three of the Terran girls were looking at us—at me, Dinozen, and Magnara—with something different than relief. Something more… curious. Jihyo’s eyes lingered on me. Sakura seemed drawn to Dinozen, her gaze soft but focused. And Giselle? She was practically orbiting Magnara, clearly fascinated by the towering artillery specialist.

I’m cheating as I write this, I know—I didn’t get their names right away. But I’ll learn them. I always do.

Samira turned and clapped her hands once.

“My wolves will escort you to your guest quarters,” she said, addressing the idols. “There you’ll find fresh approximations of Terran cuisine, warm baths, clean clothing, and real beds. Rest well, knowing you are safe now.”

Magnara and Dinozen led the group down the corridor. The girls followed, quieter now, some still glancing back. But Jihyo lingered.

Samira noticed and gave me a sideways glance. I opened my mouth to speak, but Jihyo was already walking toward me—measured, deliberate. She stopped so close our chests nearly touched.

“You saved me,” she said softly. “I just wanted to say thank you.”

Her voice was warm but unwavering. Her face was close—far too close. I could hear the skip in my own pulse. She was distracting. Dangerous.

I smiled slightly. “Anytime.”

She gave a tiny nod, then turned quickly and jogged back to her friends.

Samira was smirking before I even turned around.

“Could you be any less subtle?” she teased. “I thought you were going to throw her down and kiss her on the deck.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Where did you learn that phrase?”

“Oh, Magnara taught me. Apparently it’s something people yell on ‘reality TV’.” She waved a hand. “Not important.”

She leaned in with that knowing grin. “So. My little wolf has a crush on a Terran.”

I composed myself quickly. Straightened my shoulders.

“She’s… stunning. Yes. But I wouldn’t call it a crush,” I said, voice even. “I have no desire to engage her.”

Samira laughed softly. “Of course not,” she said. “That’s exactly what a man with a deep, dangerous crush would say.”

I didn’t answer.

But I did glance down the corridor—just once—to catch one final glimpse of Jihyo.

She hadn’t looked back.

Yet somehow, it still felt like she knew I was watching.

Samira chuckled behind me, her tone knowing and amused. “So what’s up, Witch-Wolf? Don’t tell me the mighty Giordano’s been undone by a Terran girl with pretty eyes.”

Her words snapped me out of my trance, and I exhaled, shaking off the lingering warmth in my chest.

“Commander,” I said, shifting back into mission mode, “what’s our plan for Rylor? I saw the scorch trail—he escaped the moment the power grid failed. We both know he’s not going to stay quiet.”

Samira’s smile thinned, and her eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

“No need to chase him,” she said with a shrug, voice far more serious now. “He’ll be back—he always is. Especially now that he knows we’re heading toward Earth. He’s the vengeful type.”

She stepped forward, lowering her voice as if the ship itself might be listening. “But you—my little Witch-Wolf—don’t get to go full arcane wrath just yet. Not here. Not while we’re traveling through Federation trade lanes. You know the treaties.”

I nodded slowly. The Arcades Accord had grandfathered me in—barely. One of the last recognized war mages allowed to exist within Federation space, let alone operate freely.

“I don’t want to test the bureaucracy’s patience,” Samira continued. “Not until we’re out of their jurisdiction. You may be Chulane’s last pupil, but even that only buys so much tolerance. We wait. Once we hit the outer reach of the Sol system—past the Beacon Lines—then you can rampage splendidly.”

There was a glint of wicked amusement in her tone at that last part, but also trust. Faith.

I bowed my head slightly. “Understood, Commander.”

“Dismissed.”

I turned and began the walk toward my quarters. The halls were quiet now, shadows stretching long under the pulse-lights. My boots echoed softly.

The corridors of the Aurelius were quiet at this hour. Most of the ship’s human guests were finally resting after the chaos of their abduction and recovery. The faint hum of power cells and stabilizer coils echoed through the metal halls, familiar and comforting to someone like me.

I was heading back to my quarters after a debrief with Samira, boots barely making a sound against the polished alloy floor. My mind wandered—mostly to her. To Jihyo. I had heard her music thanks to Maggy who was a massive fan and had grown to like them but

I told Samira I didn’t have a crush.

Maybe I was a liar.

Just as I turned the corner by the guest wing, someone stepped into the hallway from one of the side rooms. I stopped short as she nearly collided with me.

It was her.

Jihyo.

Fresh from a bath, she wore soft Federation-issue loungewear—loose, comfortable, and cut in a way that made her seem even more disarmingly human. Her long hair was still damp, curling slightly at the ends, and her skin had that freshly-cleansed glow. She smelled faintly of citrus and something floral.

“Oh! Sorry,” she said, stepping back. Her tone wasn’t flustered, just… surprised. Then her eyes lit up in recognition. “You again.”

I swallowed before speaking. “You have a habit of bumping into your rescuers?”

She smirked. “Maybe just the handsome ones.”

That was… new.

“I’m kidding,” she added quickly, her grin widening. “Kind of.”

I chuckled and tried to keep walking. My heart was pounding like I’d just come from combat training. She turned and fell into step beside me like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re not like the others on the ship,” she said, glancing sideways at me. “You speak our language too well. And your accent… It’s familiar.”

“I studied Terran linguistics,” I offered.

She narrowed her eyes, not buying it. “No. You are Terran, aren’t you?”

I hesitated—then nodded.

“Yeah same as Dinozen and Magnara I was born in California. Earthside. For taken off-world when I was young.”

Her eyes lit up even more. “I knew it! I could tell the way you moved, the way you looked at us. You’re not just some Federation soldier—they recruited you.”

I let a small smile crack through. “Something like that.”

“Well, Giordano,” she said, testing my name in her mouth like a lyric.

I raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t tell you my name.”

“It’s on your badge,” she replied, smug.

I laughed—a real one this time. First one in days.

“Giordano,” she repeated, drawing it out in a teasing tone. “Too many syllables. I’m gonna call you Gio.”

“Gio, huh?”

She shrugged. “It suits you.”

I slowed my pace, half-expecting her to head back to her quarters.

She didn’t.

She kept walking beside me, arms folded casually, bare feet padding softly over the floor.

“You’re heading back to your room?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Cool. I’ll walk with you,”

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And she stayed beside me—step for step—as if this was something we’d always done. Like we were walking through memory instead of metal corridors, our rhythm already synced.

As we neared my quarters, she leaned gently into my shoulder. Not clingy, not fragile. Just… present. Like she wanted to feel I was real.

When we reached the door, she turned to me with a small smile. “After you.”

I chuckled, brow raised. “Are you sure you want to be alone with me?”

She looked up at me, steady. No hesitation. “I feel safe with you.”

Then—before I could say something dumb to ruin it—she placed a hand on my chest and gave a soft push, guiding me through the door.

The lights flickered on as we entered, revealing the stark simplicity of my quarters: neatly stacked weapons on the rack, no decorations, no comforts. Just order and shadows.

Jihyo stepped inside and looked around. “Huh. Very… military monk.”

“Spartan elegance,” I said, dropping my gear onto the shelf.

She watched me as I moved—quietly assessing, but not judging. I took a seat on the couch, and without a word, she joined me, leaning into my side like it was the most natural thing in the galaxy.

We sat in silence for a few moments. Her body was warm against mine. The scent of whatever soap they stocked in the guest quarters clung faintly to her—floral, unfamiliar, but nice.

Then I spoke, my voice softer than usual. “Can I ask you something personal?”

She tilted her head, eyes curious. “Um… sure.”

I hesitated, then looked at her, really looked at her. “Did Rylor… hurt you? Or touch you in a way he shouldn’t have?”

Jihyo’s expression shifted. Not angry—just surprised. Thoughtful. She stared at me, her gaze unreadable for a moment that felt like a minute.

Then, she laughed.

Not a forced one. Not bitter. A warm, genuine laugh that cracked the tension like glass underfoot.

“No,” she said, smiling. “My knight in—well, slightly scorched—armor showed up just in time.”

I exhaled in relief and chuckled. “I’m not really a knight. Definitely no shining armor.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” she murmured.

We sat there for a while longer, the air warm with something unspoken. Eventually, her laughter faded into a yawn, and her body grew heavier against mine. Her head nestled into the crook of my neck, fitting there like it belonged.

Her breathing slowed. Peaceful. Safe.

I held still, not wanting to disturb her. Just listening to the silence, letting her weight anchor me.

After a moment, she whispered something.

“Why?”

I turned slightly. “Why what?”

“Why do you care so much?” she asked, eyes still closed.

I didn’t answer right away. Just let my hand rest lightly on her shoulder and stared at the dim ceiling above us.

“Why not?” I finally said.

She didn’t respond. She was already asleep.

But I sat there a little longer, smiling to myself like an idiot with a secret.

And outside the viewport, the stars kept moving—slow and steady—like time itself had decided to let us rest.

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And she stayed beside me—step for step—as if this was something we’d always done. Like we were walking through memory instead of metal corridors, our rhythm already synced.

As we neared my quarters, she leaned gently into my shoulder. Not clingy, not fragile. Just… present. Like she wanted to feel I was real.

When we reached the door, she turned to me with a small smile. “After you.”

I chuckled, brow raised. “Are you sure you want to be alone with me?”

She looked up at me, steady. No hesitation. “I feel safe with you.”

Then—before I could say something dumb to ruin it—she placed a hand on my chest and gave a soft push, guiding me through the door.

The lights flickered on as we entered, revealing the stark simplicity of my quarters: neatly stacked weapons on the rack, no decorations, no comforts. Just order and shadows.

Jihyo stepped inside and looked around. “Huh. Very… military monk.”

“My old mentor used to say. A clear mind is a clean mind and a clean mind is a sharp mind,” I said, dropping my gear onto the shelf.

She watched me as I moved—quietly assessing, but not judging. I took a seat on the couch, and without a word, she joined me, leaning into my side like it was the most natural thing in the galaxy.

We sat in silence for a few moments. Her body was warm against mine. The scent of whatever soap they stocked in the guest quarters clung faintly to her—floral, unfamiliar, but nice.

Then I spoke, my voice softer than usual. “Can I ask you something personal?”

She tilted her head, eyes curious. “Um… sure.”

I hesitated, then looked at her, really looked at her. “Did Rylor… hurt you? Or touch you in a way he shouldn’t have?”

Jihyo’s expression shifted. Not angry—just surprised. Thoughtful. She stared at me, her gaze unreadable for a moment that felt like a minute.

Then, she laughed.

Not a forced one. Not bitter. A warm, genuine laugh that cracked the tension like glass underfoot.

“No,” she said, smiling. “My knight in—well, slightly scorched—armor showed up just in time.”

I exhaled in relief and chuckled. “I’m not really a knight. Definitely no shining armor.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” she murmured.

We sat there for a while longer, the air warm with something unspoken. Eventually, her laughter faded into a yawn, and her body grew heavier against mine. Her head nestled into the crook of my neck, fitting there like it belonged.

Her breathing slowed. Peaceful. Safe.

I held still, not wanting to disturb her. Just listening to the silence, letting her weight anchor me.

After a moment, she whispered something.

“Why?”

I turned slightly. “Why what?”

“Why do you care so much?” she asked, eyes still closed.

I didn’t answer right away. Just let my hand rest lightly on her shoulder and stared at the dim ceiling above us.

“It was how I was trained.” I finally said.

She didn’t respond. She was already asleep.

But I sat there a little longer, smiling to myself like an idiot with a secret.

And outside the viewport, the stars kept moving—slow and steady—like time itself had decided to let us rest.

Hours passed, but sleep never came.

I laid there on the couch, stiff as a statue, my arms still gently curled around Jihyo. She was sound asleep, her breaths deep and slow, her head still tucked into the hollow of my neck like she’d just decided I was her pillow for the night.

I didn’t dare move.

Not because I was uncomfortable—hell, I’d held positions in combat armor for longer—but because some irrational part of me thought if I shifted too much, she’d disappear. That this moment would prove too good for reality to hold.

Her warmth seeped into me. Her hair smelled faintly of space lavender and steam, and the steady rise and fall of her chest was more calming than any meditation routine I’d ever attempted.

But my mind was a storm.

What the hell was I doing? She was a Terran idol—graceful, talented, famous. I was a war mage who burned through half a battalion the last time someone pushed me too far. I’d survived things that had turned braver men into husks.

And here she was… curled against me like I was a shelter.

My heart had no business racing like this. And yet—

A soft murmur broke my thoughts.

“…Gio?” she whispered, voice heavy with sleep.

“I’m here,” I said quietly.

She didn’t lift her head. Just shifted a little closer.

“You’re really warm.”

“You’re really asleep,” I chuckled.

She gave a tired hum. “Mmm. I like it here…”

My throat tightened at that. “In my quarters?”

She shook her head gently, rubbing her cheek against my chest. “No… here. With you.”

I swallowed hard. This woman was going to kill me without even trying.

“I’m not good at this,” I admitted.

She blinked sleepily. “Good at what?”

“This,” I said. “Soft things. Letting someone close. Feeling like—like maybe I’m not the weapon they trained me to be.”

She was quiet for a long moment. I thought she’d drifted off again, but then she whispered:

“Then maybe I can help you remember who you were before that.”

That hit deeper than I expected.

She yawned, then tucked herself even tighter into my side like she’d decided the matter was settled.

“…Gio?”

“Yeah?”

“I still think you’re my knight.”

I smiled, even as my chest ached in a way that had nothing to do with injury.

“Then sleep well, Princess,” I murmured.

And this time, when I closed my eyes… I did too.

Meanwhile Dinozen and Magnara were getting closer to some of the other visitors.

The stars beyond the glass moved slowly, like shimmering dust caught in the current of space. The Aurelius’s observation lounge was quiet at this hour—just ambient hums, soft light, and one very focused Combat Captain trying to figure out how to hold a game controller designed for 8-fingered aliens.

Dinozen grunted as the screen flashed GAME OVER for the fifth time.

“You’re playing it wrong,” a voice said behind him, teasing and unmistakably amused.

He turned to see Sakura walking into the lounge, still in her Federation-supplied clothes, hair slightly tousled like she’d been laying down but couldn’t sleep.

Dinozen grinned. “I’m playing it exactly as intended. The game’s just clearly rigged.” As he spoke he showed her the bizarre controller

Sakura slid into the seat beside him, legs crossed, eyes on the holoscreen. “You’re trying to fight a boss with a plasma baton and no shield. Did you even check your loadout?”

“I’m a melee main in game not irl,” he said proudly.

“You’re a melee moron,” she corrected, reaching over and tapping buttons like she’d played this game a dozen times.

“…Okay, that was pretty good,” he admitted, watching her effortlessly reorganize his equipment into something actually survivable. “Wait—you know Outbreak Prime 7?”

Sakura shrugged with a soft smile. “Played it on my home pc with my brother. Before, you know… all this.”

Dinozen leaned back, brow raised. “You have a brother?”

“Yes I have a brother,” she said quietly. “He stayed on Earth.”

A moment passed. Not heavy, just… human.

“Same,” Dinozen said eventually. “You miss him?”

“Every day,” Sakura replied. Then, trying to lighten the mood, she grabbed the controller and started a new match. “You’re from Earth too, aren’t you?”

“New Mexico,” he nodded. “Loud, weird, broken—my kind of place.”

“I’m from Kagoshima. Quiet, sunny. Not a lot of plasma weapons lying around.”

“Shame,” Dinozen said with a grin. “Maybe you would’ve kicked my ass earlier in life.”

“Oh, I still can,” Sakura replied. “Here—co-op mode. I’ll carry you through this boss.”

He handed her the other controller, a small spark of electricity dancing between their fingers as they touched. He pretended not to notice, but the look on his face betrayed him.

As the level loaded in, she glanced at him.

“You ever think about going back?”

“To Earth?” he asked.

“To normal.”

He paused. “Sometimes. But I don’t think I was built for normal.”

Sakura smiled, looking back to the screen. “Good. Neither was I.”

They dove into the game together—shoulder to shoulder, Earth-born in exile, laughing as they took down alien monsters one pixel at a time.

Across the longe The stars stretched endlessly outside the viewport—threads of light pulled across black velvet. Giselle leaned on the railing, sipping from a steaming mug of something warm and mildly fruity. She wasn’t sure what it was, only that it was alien and somehow soothing.

Beside her, Magnara Unika stood with arms folded, armored shoulders rising and falling as she exhaled slowly.

“So,” Giselle said, side-eyeing her. “You always this quiet after saving a bunch of kidnapped Earth girls?”

Magnara smirked, the edges of her fanged grin catching the low starlight. “Only when I’m next to someone prettier than the galaxy.”

Giselle raised a brow. “Are you flirting with me, Commander Unika?”

“Depends,” Magnara said, shifting to face her fully. “Are you flirting back, Earth girl?”

“Giselle,” she corrected, smiling into her mug. “And yeah. I might be.”

Magnara chuckled, the sound more like a soft purr than a laugh. She leaned back against the railing beside her. “Fair warning: I’m better with a plasma cannon than poetry.”

“Good. I’ve had enough smooth talkers for one lifetime. I like the ones who mean what they say.”

They lapsed into a comfortable silence. Then Giselle tilted her head.

“So… Samira called you three her wolves. How’d that start?”

Magnara exhaled, eyes flicking to the stars again. “That’s a story with a few scars.”

“I’m listening.”

Magnara nodded slowly. “Alright. You’ve met Dinozen—tall, armored, broody? Yeah. He used to be a federation bounty enforcer, tracking rogue elementals in the outer planets. One mission went sideways—he chose to save a family of refugees instead of taking the contract. Got branded a deserter. Samira found him bleeding out in a crater and gave him a choice: die alone, or live with purpose.”

Giselle blinked. “He chose the wolf pack.”

“Smart guy, even if he looks like a walking tank.” Magnara gave a wistful grin.

“And you?” Giselle asked.

“Oh, I was a war orphan, my whole family was taken by space pirates and my parents and siblings were killed” Magnara said casually. “Grew up scavenging in the asteroid belts near the Cradle worlds. Samira raided the slaver ship that had me and thirty others on it. I was the only one who bit a guard’s ear off before she got there. She liked that.” Magnara grinned wider. “Told me I had spirit. Said she could shape it.”

Giselle shook her head in amazement. “You all sound like… antiheroes out of a movie.”

“We are well except Giordano he’s a villain. Only bloodier.” Magnara tilted her head, studying her. “But Samira—she’s more than a leader. She’s what we call the ‘mom in the storm.’ Cold, steady, always watching. But she gives broken things purpose. Gives us teeth, and a reason to bite.”

Giselle set her mug down and leaned a little closer. “So what happens if a certain idol wants to join the wolf pack?”

Magnara raised a brow. “You planning to enlist, or just hoping for more time with me?”

Giselle gave her a look that practically smirked on its own. “Can’t it be both?”

Magnara stepped closer now, just a breath apart, close enough that her voice dropped to a low rumble.

“If you’re gonna run with wolves, Giselle… better be sure you’re ready to howl.”

“I’ve been singing on stages since I was sixteen,” Giselle replied, unwavering. “Trust me—I’ve got lungs.”

Magnara grinned, sharp and gleaming.

“Then let’s see how loud you get.”

The idols quickly became enmeshed with the lives of the space wayfarers. They trained and ate to keep sharp as they continued barreling home.

The humming of the training deck was constant—low, ever-present, almost meditative. It pulsed beneath the idols’ feet like a heartbeat as they moved in formation, under the watchful gaze of one of Samira’s senior instructors.

Sana was the first to feel it.

She stood perfectly still, eyes closed, breathing slowly. Her skin prickled—not with fear or sweat—but with energy. With… awareness. She could hear the faint clinking of a crewmate adjusting their gear two decks above. She could feel the vibrations of the ship’s stabilizers kicking in.

And when the instructor snapped his fingers and threw a weighted baton at her head—something she should never have seen coming—

Sana caught it.

Eyes still closed.

The room went silent.

When she opened her eyes, there was a spark in them that hadn’t been there before. “Did… anyone else feel that?”

Kazuha was the next.

Her movements had always been fluid, dancer-trained and sharp. But now—her jumps had weightless grace. Her reflexes blurred into something nearly preternatural. She moved faster than the drones tracking her, cutting through them like wind through silk.

“She’s tracking trajectories,” one of the wolves muttered, watching from the side. “Her mind’s adapting faster than projected.”

Within days, the others began to notice similar changes. Endurance spiked. Hunger and fatigue decreased. Sight, sound, even balance—sharpened like knives honed on cosmic whetstones.

The attunement to cosmic resonance wasn’t just passive—it was rebuilding them.

Not in the way augmentation did—not like the other crew members, whose arms bore faint seams of titanium or whose eyes glowed with artificial overlays.

No. This was different. Organic. Internal. Molecular. Like the universe itself was being rewritten inside their bodies.

And they began to see it more clearly now.

In the halls, nearly every wolf—save for Samira and one or two others—bore some kind of modification. Gleaming implants beneath the skin. Synaptic coils at the base of the skull. Spinal ports. Integrated HUDs. Even Magnara, fierce and wild, had a cybernetic arm of polished obsidian metal, braided with memory-wire muscle.

But Gio…

Gio had none.

Not even the telltale microport behind the ear. His body was whole. Human. Yet he moved like a specter—stronger, faster, stiller than any augmented soldier they’d seen.

Mina whispered it aloud one night, curled on a cot in the guest quarters.

“He’s not modified, right? But he’s still… stronger than them.”

Sakura nodded. “He scares even the wolves.”

And Karina, now stretching her fingers—testing their speed, the precision of a movement that now felt too perfect—replied softly, “That’s because Gio doesn’t need enhancements.”

Jihyo said nothing.

She just looked at her hands. Then to the stars beyond the window. And quietly wondered… how far this would go.

Later that day the girls split up to get some answers after training. The armory bay pulsed with mechanical rhythm—servo racks humming, tool arms moving in smooth, efficient arcs. Magnara sat on a reinforced bench, one leg propped up, her left cybernetic arm detached at the shoulder joint and clamped into a diagnostic station. Fine wires, glowing conduits, and subdermal plating shimmered in the soft light.

Momo and Kazuha lingered nearby, sweat still clinging to their skin after drills. They watched as Magnara adjusted the settings on the rig, realigning servos with practiced ease.

Kazuha tilted her head. “So… all of that—it’s not just metal, right?”

Magnara glanced over her shoulder and gave a half-smile. “Nope. It’s more like a second nervous system with armor plating.”

She reconnected the arm with a precise hiss and twist of the magnetic socket. The surface of it gleamed like liquid steel, flowing with glowing lines of circuitry—subdermal interfaces lighting up as it re-synced with her biosignature.

Momo stepped closer. “That’s… incredible. What is it exactly?”

“Federation-grade cybernetic augmentation,” Magnara said, flexing the fingers with a satisfying click-click-click. “Military-spec. Carbon-titanium weave, linked to a quantum neural core. I’ve got full sensory feedback, adaptive pressure resistance, temperature control, and micro-actuators that respond faster than muscle.”

She tapped one of the glowing lines. “This pattern here? Not decoration—these are quantum-threaded neural channels. They relay input faster than synapses. I can lift three tons with this arm and feel a butterfly land on it.”

Kazuha blinked. “That’s insane.”

“Insanely useful,” Magnara replied. “I’ve also got a spinal reinforcement mesh, a sub-dermal microshock grid, and a dual-core brain interface to run targeting data and strategic overlays in real-time.”

Momo blinked. “So… your brain is augmented too?”

Magnara chuckled. “Heavily. Most field agents are. Our decision-making and combat processing are boosted with a neuro-intelligence lattice. It helps me predict movement, adjust to environmental variables, and keep up with enemies that move faster than the eye.”

She glanced back at them, now fully reclined on the bench. “I wasn’t always like this, though. I volunteered after my first near-death mission with Samira. She gave me a second chance. And the tools to survive.”

Kazuha folded her arms. “Could we be… augmented like that?”

“You’re already adapting through resonance,” Magnara said. “Your DNA’s rewriting itself to increase metabolic efficiency, reaction time, physical durability. You’re becoming post-human without needing implants.”

She paused, looking them over with a smirk.

“But if you want tech enhancements, it’s possible. Bio-integrated cybernetics. Limb reinforcement. Ocular upgrades. Even predictive targeting lenses. We’ve got top-grade nanoforges onboard. It’s not easy, and you don’t get to go back—but yeah, you can do it.”

Momo exchanged a glance with Kazuha. “What about… risks?”

“Always,” Magnara said. “Physical, psychological, identity drift. Some people get lost in the tech. Forget who they were. But Samira screens hard. She won’t let you take on anything you’re not mentally ready for.”

Kazuha looked at her own hand thoughtfully. “If it makes us stronger… we’ll consider it.”

Magnara stood, rotating her shoulder until it clicked with a final clack. “Good. Because this galaxy doesn’t care that you’re from Earth. You either upgrade… or get left behind.”

She looked back once, voice lighter.

“But between us? You two are catching on faster than most. I’d say you’re already halfway there.”

Meanwhile halfway across the ship in the tech bridge. The ship’s reactor core pulsed beneath their feet in a soft thrum, its sound more felt than heard. Dinozen was recalibrating a dampener array when Sakura, Yeji, Karina, and Mina arrived—curious, energized, and, as usual, full of questions.

“You know,” Yeji began, tilting her head, “it’s still weird how fast we’ve started keeping up with you guys.”

“You mean physically?” Dinozen asked without looking up.

“No, I mean everything. The strength. Reflexes. The ability to read combat intent before it happens. Kazuha dodged a turret training burst this morning like it was nothing. And Sana? She’s halfway to flipping a dropship on her own.”

Karina leaned back against the wall. “Is that all just the… what do you call it? Cosmic Resonance?”

“Yes,” Dinozen said, nodding. “It’s the resonance. It’s not power in the flashy sense—it’s equalization. Your DNA has been attuned to meet the baseline of the Intergalactic Federation’s average sentient species. Strength, speed, memory capacity, oxygen efficiency, everything. It doesn’t make you superhuman. It makes you galactically standard.”

“Right, but that’s the thing,” Mina said. “Everyone else still has cybernetics. You’ve got arm panels. I saw someone with ocular HUDs installed. Samira has subdermal holoflesh. Why didn’t we get those?”

Dinozen finally looked up. “Because you don’t need them. Most species do. Cosmic Resonance pushes you to your natural evolutionary ceiling. You’ve just never hit it before because Earth tech capped your biology.”

Sakura narrowed her eyes. “Then what about Gio?”

That got Dinozen’s attention.

“He doesn’t have translator chips. No cybernetic inputs. No cranial implants. But we can all understand him perfectly. How?”

Dinozen hesitated.

Then, quietly: “…Arcane study.”

“Magic?” Karina asked, incredulous.

“No. Not magic as you know it,” Dinozen said. “It’s… an old field. Pre-digital. Pre-scientific. You might call it para-physics. Or psionics. Gio calls it listening. And it’s rare. Dangerous. Not because it’s violent, but because it’s unpredictable.”

Yeji crossed her arms. “You mean it’s banned?”

Dinozen gave a tired nod.

“Ever since the War of Sundering. Not because of what it is, but because of what it does to people. Arcane practice amplifies traits. Good and bad. Compassion can become obsession. Justice becomes zealotry. Logic becomes cold detachment. When wielded carelessly, it breaks people.”

Mina spoke softly. “But Gio doesn’t seem broken.”

“He’s not. But he’s also one of the last trained in it under the old codes. He’s stable because he chooses to stay small. Quiet. Hidden. What you’re hearing when he speaks isn’t translation—it’s resonance of thought. He’s syncing you to him.”

Karina looked unsettled. “Can anyone learn that?”

Dinozen frowned. “In theory? Yes. But in practice? It’s not taught anymore. Arcane education was outlawed by most major star systems. And frankly… most people aren’t suited for it.”

“But we’re already changing,” Mina said. “Sana and Kazuha especially. We’re starting to feel things—intuition, reaction times, that sixth sense before danger.”

“That’s the resonance,” Dinozen confirmed. “Your instincts are finally in sync with the broader energy field that the rest of the galaxy operates on. But don’t confuse that with what Gio does. You’re evolving through science. He walks through something… older.”

A silence settled over the group. The stars outside shimmered like distant watchers.

Finally, Sakura asked, “So what’s he really capable of?”

Dinozen chuckled under his breath.

“I’ve seen him stop a ship mid-warp. With a word.”

They all stared at him.

“Yeah,” Dinozen added, turning back to his console. “And he’s holding back.”

As the days passed, the girls grew more at ease with their newfound abilities. They trained harder, moved faster, and started understanding the crew—and each other—with a newfound depth. And gradually, they talked to me more often. All of them… except Jihyo.

Her case was different. She enmeshed herself in my life. She sat next to me during progress reports, waited outside during officer meetings

I couldn’t escape her presence—and strangely, I didn’t want to. She had a quiet gravity, always lingering nearby without saying much, like she was just waiting for a reason to sit beside me, or spar, or share a quiet joke. Her rambunctious side came out during meals—especially when the food was good—or in the middle of training drills, when she would grin like a mischievous fox after landing a hit. She was… intoxicating. Grounding. And yes—she was insanely hot, but that was almost secondary to the force of who she was.

We were approaching a Federation report-and-refuel station, this one anchored on the outer crescent of Jenji—a mostly reclusive planet known for its sharp-eyed traders and fierce independence. The native Jenjians rarely interacted with off-worlders, save for the occasional exception.

As I stepped off the ship into the customs platform, I scanned the crowd, already mentally going over our next mission report.

That’s when a furry hand gripped my shoulder.

“Is my favorite mage really trying to leave,” came a voice like velvet dipped in fire, “without saying hello—or goodbye?”

I turned, tensing.

There she was.

Pulchra.

A tall, sensual Jenjian woman, fur sleek and silver-striped, with curves like gravity wells and a smile that promised both pleasure and ruin. Her golden feline eyes glinted with something predatory, and when she leaned down toward me, her tone dropped into something lower… darker.

“You know I’ve missed you, Witch-Wolf,” she purred. “It’s been too long since I had your scent close to me.”

I felt my body react to her. I hated that it still did. She smiled as she inhaled again, close enough for her breath to tickle my neck.

“Oh, I see… you’ve missed me too.” Her eyes flicked downward knowingly. “Why don’t we go somewhere private? Let me remind you why you survived that last mission with a smile on your face.”

I swallowed hard. For a split second, I considered it. The old version of me—the colder one, the one who didn’t answer to anyone—might’ve taken her up on it without a second thought.

But then… I remembered Jihyo.

Her laugh, light and sincere. Her eyes, wide and brown and warm. The way she had fallen asleep against me like I was something safe.

I stepped back.

Pulchra’s expression twisted slightly. Not hurt, but disappointed. She sighed and crossed her arms, tail flicking behind her like a whip.

“I know that look,” she said bitterly. “That’s the hero look. Gods, I hate that look.”

I raised a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She walked in a slow circle around me, her voice low and pointed. “It means you’ve traded your crown for chains. That damn righteous gleam in your eye… it’s the same one you had when you walked away from me the first time. You always do the right thing. It’s so boring.”

I didn’t answer.

“I’m not asking for your soul, Diabelos,” she said, using my name like a taunt. “Just one night. One night where you stop pretending to be noble and give in. Be bad for me. Just this once.”

Her words were liquid heat, wrapping around my mind like smoke.

Pulchra moved closer again, gently brushing her muzzle along my collarbone, her voice whispering directly into my skin. I felt the pull. The lullaby of malice that played in my head when the world needed “adjustment”

“There he is… the real you. Diabelos, the world-purger. Not this… neutered Federation lapdog. You used to be fire. A legend. You’d die and claw your way back from the grave just to win. That man took. That man devoured.”

She leaned into me again, lips grazing the edge of my neck.

“And I loved that man.”

My hands clenched at my sides. The fire inside me stirred—anger, desire, pride, the old hunger for chaos and dominance. It coiled like a serpent in my gut. She knew how to call it forward. She always had.

But then I saw Jihyo’s face in my mind.

The way she had smiled at me. The way she trusted me without fear. The way she made me want to be someone worth that trust.

My fire cooled.

“Pulchra,” I said softly, “I’m not him anymore.”

She drew back, visibly annoyed. “No. You’re not,” she said. “You’re less. A shadow.”

I stepped away.

“Maybe,” I said. “But she sees the light in that shadow.”

I didn’t wait for her reply. I turned and walked back toward the ship—toward Jihyo, and the girls, and the path I was choosing, one step at a time.

Behind me, Pulchra’s voice followed, low and mocking.

“She’s not enough to save you, Diabelos. Nothing ever will be.”

Maybe she was right.

But I was still walking away.

And that had to count for something.

As I stepped back onto the ship, the metal floor beneath my boots felt colder than usual. A sharp chill sliced through the atmosphere—not physical, but something deeper, something old. It clung to my skin, slithered into my spine, and with it came the familiar pull.

The Malice.

I gritted my teeth as the air around me grew heavier, darker. My shadow wavered unnaturally under the ship’s artificial lighting, stretching and curling like smoke. One of the beasts—small, malformed, eyes like pinpricks of molten white—crawled out from beneath my heels. Another followed. They stalked me like loyal, cursed dogs.

The darker part of me—the part with her name on it—was stirring again.

Diabelos.

I closed my eyes and clenched a fist, trying to breathe through it. This was always the cost. To feel the thrill of combat again, even in brief thought, was to open a door I’d spent years trying to keep locked. A vile grin spread upon my face as I pondered going back and taking Pulchra. My shadow-beasts were waking. They always did when I was emotionally compromised. Rage, guilt, lust, shame—they fed off that.

“You’re slipping,” came a familiar voice behind me.

I turned my head slightly to find Samira standing in the corridor. Her arms were crossed, her expression unreadable—but her eyes, dark and knowing, studied me like I was both weapon and a welp.

“I saw Pulchra with her arms around your shoulders earlier.”

I nodded once. No use hiding it.

Samira stepped closer, her voice lowering into something gentler. “And did she… mention her?”

I looked away, jaw tightening. “Not directly. But she didn’t need to.”

Samira’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Diabelstar still haunts you, doesn’t she?”

I didn’t answer immediately. The name itself held weight. Diabelstar—the butcher of Mustaria, the woman who turned an entire peaceful world into a crucible of war and dragged me into the forge with her. She hadn’t just taught me how to fight. She’d taught me how to win. How to dominate. How to destroy with purpose and without guilt. The worst part?

Part of me still respected her. No that’s too weak of a statement. Part of me still loved her like a second mother. She saw my weakness and gave me agency, the power to take my life into my own hands and eradicate those who’d dare take it from you.

“She gave me the tools,” I said finally, voice like steel scraping stone. “But not the restraint. That came later. From you. From Chulane.”

Samira studied me for a long moment, then sighed and rested a hand on my shoulder. “If you need time, Gio, take it. We don’t arrive at Earth for another cycle and I’d rather you centered than unchained.”

I nodded slowly. “I won’t let that part of me root again. Not fully. I just—need to remind myself who I am.”

Samira smiled faintly, the edge of sadness behind her eyes. “You’re still fighting her, that’s enough for now.”

She turned to leave, but paused after a few steps. “And Gio?”

“Yes?”

“If you ever feel her voice growing louder than your own… come find me. Or Jihyo. We’re not afraid of Diabelstar. And we sure as hell won’t lose you to her.”

I gave a small, grateful nod, even as the beasts beneath my feet faded back into shadow.

For now, I was still winning.

The hum of the ship’s core was steady, a rhythmic pulse of fusion energy deep beneath the floor. Dinozen Sisko crouched beside a panel near the auxiliary control node, tightening a loose coupling. Magnara Unika stood nearby, typing rapidly into a diagnostics pad, her pale cybernetic eye flickering.

“Pressure stabilizers in section twelve are balanced now,” Dinozen said, standing up and wiping his hands. “Shouldn’t get another coolant spike.”

“Good,” Magnara murmured distractedly, then froze. Her nostrils flared.

Dinozen caught it too—sharp, warm, and deeply unnatural aboard a sterile Federation-class cruiser.

“Cinnamon,” they said in unison.

Dinozen’s expression turned grave. “He’s slipping.”

Magnara tucked the pad under one arm. “It’s faint, but it’s him. The scent always shows up when Diabelos starts stirring.” Her voice dropped. “And we know Pulchra’s been nearby…”

“He’s unbalanced,” Dinozen muttered. “Again.”

They stood in silence for a moment, the tension unspoken but clear. Giordano’s power wasn’t something they feared—but the version of him that reveled in “eating stars” was another matter entirely.

“We should go—” Magnara began, but a soft sound from around the corner made both of them pause.

Footsteps. Light, but purposeful. Then a figure emerged from the corridor intersection, casually tossing a towel over her shoulder, hair still damp from a recent shower.

Jihyo.

She blinked, surprised to see the two of them just standing there. “Oh—hey. You guys okay?”

Magnara and Dinozen exchanged a glance. Dinozen stepped forward, his usually stoic demeanor giving way to something warmer.

“Hey, Jihyo. Quick question—how are you with… grounding volatile people?”

Jihyo tilted her head, bemused. “Um. I was an idol group leader for 10 years. I’ve kept tempers cool, broken up fights, and kept people from having breakdowns on national TV. Why?”

Magnara smiled. “Perfect.”

Dinozen gestured down the hall. “Giordano. He’s… not doing great. Emotionally. You’ve probably noticed.”

Jihyo nodded slowly. “I thought he was just quiet. A little sad, maybe.”

“He’s a lot of things,” Dinozen said. “But right now, he’s on the edge of being someone else. Someone we fought a war beside. Someone dangerous.”

“And you think I can help?” she asked, not out of doubt—but out of a sincere desire to understand what they were asking of her.

Magnara’s voice softened. “ maybe, He doesn’t respond to orders when he’s in this state. Doesn’t trust logic or protocol. But he might respond to you.”

Jihyo looked down the corridor, a flicker of concern crossing her features.

“What should I do?”

“Just talk to him,” Dinozen said. “Be near him. You don’t need to fix him. Just remind him that he’s Gio.”

Jihyo gave a slow nod, her lips pressing into a firm line. “Okay. I can do that.”

She turned to go, but paused. “If he says anything weird…”

“Just slap him,” Magnara said. “Or kiss him. Your call.”

Jihyo rolled her eyes but smiled—then disappeared down the hall toward where the cinnamon scent grew stronger, thicker, like a warning or a memory trying to take shape.

Dinozen exhaled. “She’s gonna be important to him.”

Magnara smirked. “She already is.”

I stepped into my quarters and shut the door quietly behind me, letting the hum of the ship fade into the background. Alone again.

I exhaled slowly and let my head fall back against the metal wall. The lights were dim—just the way I liked it when I needed to think. Or stop thinking.

“A clean mind is a clear mind. A clear mind is a sharp mind.”

I repeated it softly under my breath, like a mantra. The words felt hollow tonight, but I clung to them anyway. Anything to stop the noise in my head.

Earth.

That damn memory crawled back in. The first time I returned after years away—it still felt like a wound that hadn’t closed. Familiar streets, unfamiliar stares. Everything the same, but twisted. Glossy lies on every screen, and the people smiling through them, swallowing them whole.

I remembered standing in the city square, thinking: I could fix this. If I ruled it—if I reshaped it—there’d be peace. Clarity. No chaos. No deception.

Less freedom. But more order.

And that… thought terrified me.

A knock broke the spiral.

“Gio? Are you in there?” Jihyo’s voice came through gently—hesitant, but warm.

I blinked out of the storm in my mind, shaking off the haze. I opened the door, and there she was—damp hair tousled from a recent shower, her features softened by concern.

Without saying another word, she stepped in and hugged me tightly. Not hesitant. Not awkward. Just present.

“Dinozen and Magnara told me to find you… and give you a hug,” she murmured against my chest.

I let out a quiet breath and allowed myself to relax into her arms. She was warm—steady. Not overwhelming, just enough. I hadn’t realized how much tension I was carrying until that moment.

We drifted to the couch. She curled into my side like it was natural—like she belonged there. It felt weirdly right.

“You okay?” she asked, voice muffled against my shoulder.

I hesitated, then gave a half-shrug. “Yeah. Better now. Earlier, it was… dicey.”

She let out a soft laugh. “Good. I can’t have my knight in charred armor crumbling on me.”

I looked at her—really looked at her—and smiled despite myself. “It’s singed, not charred. I like to think I still shine a little on the inside.”

That got a laugh from her. The sound was bright and real. We sat like that for a while, the silence comfortable, until my eyes began to grow heavy.

I didn’t remember falling asleep. But I woke to the sound of fabric shifting and soft rustling.

Groggy, I blinked and turned my head.

Jihyo was across the room, halfway through changing. She turned just as I opened my eyes, a shirt in her hands, and froze—eyes wide, cheeks going a little pink.

“Oh! I didn’t mean to wake you,” she said quickly.

I sat up slowly, rubbing my face with one hand, and waved her off with the other. “You didn’t. I’m just… a light sleeper.”

She smiled sheepishly, clutching her shirt a little tighter to her chest. “I thought you were out cold.”

I chuckled and turned my face away politely, covering my eyes with my arm. “I mean, I was. Until I wasn’t. You’re not in trouble or anything. Unless you count being dangerously adorable.”

There was a pause.

And then, a giggle. Light, but full of mischief. “Okay, smooth talker. I’ll let you go back to pretending you weren’t just watching.”

“I was not—!” I began, but she was already pulling on the shirt, laughing softly to herself.

And for the first time in hours, maybe days, the heaviness in my chest lightened.

I didn’t know what this was between us. Not yet.

But I knew I liked the way she made the darkness quiet down.

The dining hall aboard the Rook was humming with warm chatter and clinking utensils as I walked in, Jihyo by my side. Her hand brushed mine a few times on the way there—whether by accident or not, I wasn’t sure. I didn’t ask. But I didn’t move away either.

I scanned the room as we entered. The rest of the idols were already seated, laughing and catching up over steaming trays of food. The scent was surprisingly good tonight—Dinozen had apparently programmed the replicators to simulate real Terran spices. Actual effort. He never did anything halfway.

Speaking of—there he was, seated with Sakura beside him.

Well—technically beside him. In practice, Sakura was practically in his lap, not that anyone dared say anything. She’d looped her arm through his and was whispering something that made him turn bright red. He mumbled something about “input lag” and “false positives,” but he was smiling the whole time.

Across the table, Giselle and Magnara were in their own little world. Maggy’s tech tablet had been pushed aside in favor of a doodled napkin map, explaining ship systems to Giselle who hung on her every word. Her laughter rang like wind chimes every time Magnara made a joke—and Maggy, usually sharp-tongued and direct, kept slipping up on her words.

Infatuated. Completely.

Jihyo and I slid into two empty spots at the far end of the table. She gave me a sidelong glance as I picked up a fork and tried not to look too interested in her hair (which still smelled faintly of citrus).

“You’ve got a little hero complex, you know that?” she said softly, elbowing me playfully.

I coughed. “I—what?”

She leaned on the table with both elbows, smiling at me like she already had the upper hand. “You play all stoic and brooding but the second someone’s in trouble, you’re the first one charging into fire.”

“I mean… someone’s gotta do it,” I muttered. “You want the villain to save the day?”

“I don’t know,” she teased, cocking her head. “The villain might’ve been more fun to flirt with.”

I choked on a sip of water.

She laughed, a bright and unapologetic sound that made a few heads turn—Sana shot us both a suspicious look before smirking and whispering something to Momo, who promptly burst into a fit of giggles.

“I’m kidding,” Jihyo added, gently tapping her foot against mine under the table. “Kind of.”

“I’m awkward,” I said with a shrug, as if that somehow explained anything.

She tilted her head, eyes crinkling. “You’re not awkward. You’re just… real. It’s nice.”

The room continued to buzz around us, the comfortable din of shared space and good food. Yeji and Karina were in a heated debate over whether augmented reflexes counted as cheating in card games. Mina had already fallen asleep against the window seat, half a rice ball in her hand.

“I’m serious though,” Jihyo said, her voice lowering just enough that only I could hear. “You’ve been through a lot. You carry things most people can’t even imagine. But you still sit here with us and try to smile.”

I looked at her, unsure what to say. She reached out and placed her hand on mine—confidently, no hesitation.

“You’re not Diabelos. Not to me. You’re just Gio. The guy who risked everything to bring us home.”

“…Thanks,” I said, awkward again, but meaning it with my whole chest.

She squeezed my hand. “Come on. Eat your food before I steal it.”

“You already stole my peace of mind,” I muttered, cheeks pink.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

Jihyo smiled—smug and satisfied—and finally let go. We dug into our meals, the table warm with light and laughter. And for the first time in a long time, I let myself believe that maybe—just maybe—I could keep being this version of me.

Not the war hero. Not the monster.

Just Gio. After Dinner Jihyo Momo and Sana Carried Mina back to the guest quarters meanwhile Sakura Dinozen were busy geeking out in his room while Magnara and Giselle “practiced” in the holo gym

The lights were dim, ambient blue hues glowing softly from various consoles and holo-screens still active around the room. Dinozen sat cross-legged on a padded floor mat, calibrating a gauntlet interface while muttering to himself in technobabble.

Sakura was sprawled on his bed, legs swinging, chewing on a candy stick as she watched him with amused affection.

“So let me get this straight,” she said, smirking. “You voluntarily coded an adaptive sensory algorithm just to fine-tune how your gloves feel when you cast energy?”

Dinozen looked up, flustered. “Yes? No. I mean—it’s more complicated than that. The gloves need to replicate natural tactile resistance otherwise my aim feels… mushy.”

“Mushy,” she echoed, grinning. “You’re adorable.”

He blinked. “That’s not… I mean… it’s not a standard scientific descriptor, obviously.”

Sakura laughed, setting the candy stick aside and sliding off the bed to kneel beside him. “You’re such a nerd.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he said, mock defensive.

“Oh no,” she whispered, leaning closer. “It’s so hot.”

Dinozen turned red so fast it almost seemed like an emergency.

Giselle stood with her hands on her hips, eyes narrowed in mock concentration as she tried to mimic Magnara’s wide-footed stance. The jockish warrior towered beside her, arms crossed, smirking.

“You’re overthinking it again,” Magnara teased. “Don’t lock your knees. Loosen up.”

“I am loose,” Giselle said through gritted teeth, wobbling slightly. “I’m like… aggressively flexible.”

Magnara chuckled, stepping up behind her and gently adjusting her posture with broad, sure hands.

“You’re like a storm in a cocktail dress,” she murmured. “Beautiful but about to knock someone out.”

Giselle shivered slightly but didn’t lose balance. “That… might be the nicest and most chaotic compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

“Good,” Magnara said. “You deserve both.”

They locked eyes in the mirror across from them. Giselle bit her lip.

“So,” she said slowly, “is this flirting, or do you always train recruits like this?”

Magnara smirked, tilting her head. “You think you’re a recruit?”

“Well, you’re the one touching my hips like we’re in a zero-G dance class,” Giselle shot back.

Magnara didn’t step away. “You don’t seem to mind.”

“I really don’t,” Giselle replied, softening.

Sakura had snatched one of his older prototype visors and was wearing it backwards while trying to program something on his holo-tablet.

“That’s not how the interface—” Dinozen began, reaching for it.

“Nope, too late. I’m modding your HUD to show sparkles every time you smile.”

“I don’t smile in combat!”

“Then sparkle-less sadness it is,” she said with dramatic flair.

Dinozen couldn’t help it—he laughed. A full, honest laugh. She looked at him with stars in her eyes.

“There it is,” Sakura said softly. “I’m keeping that one.”

He looked down at her, heartbeat skipping. “…Okay.”

Magnara and Giselle had abandoned stances altogether. Now the two sat on the gym mats, drinking water and leaning lazily against each other.

“So what happens after Earth?” Giselle asked, breath still a little heavy from training.

Magnara shrugged. “Whatever you want. I’m not going anywhere.”

Giselle smiled, running a hand over the tech woven into the seam of Maggy’s armored sleeve. “Careful, that almost sounded romantic.”

Magnara raised a brow. “That was romantic.”

“Oh,” Giselle said, flushed. “Cool. Just… double-checking.”

In Dinozen’s room, Sakura laid her head on his shoulder as the screen above them played an old Terran cartoon. He smiled softly, programming long forgotten.

In the gym bay, Magnara slowly rested her forehead against Giselle’s, a rare moment of softness between two fighters who had started as wary allies and become something more.

As the days past and earth neared Jihyo found herself in a weird headspace she was watching me get closer to Mina and Momo but she felt a pang in her heart.

The rhythmic sound of fists hitting padded drones echoed through the Federation cruiser’s lower training deck. Giordano stood off to the side, arms crossed, watching as Momo ducked low under a sweeping strike from a combat simulator, then delivered a clean uppercut that rocked the unit back on its servos.

He whistled, impressed.

“You’re getting faster,” Gio said.

Momo turned, a bit breathless but grinning. “Been practicing when everyone’s asleep.”

Gio nodded, walking forward and adjusting the sensitivity settings on the drone. “You’ve always been more physical, huh?”

Momo nodded, rolling her shoulder. “I don’t like sitting still. Makes me feel like I’m rusting from the inside out.”

Giordano chuckled. “Yeah. I get that. I used to be like that on Mustaria… before everything changed. Still get twitchy if I sit too long.”

Momo grinned, amused. “You? I thought you were all broody and brooding. The ‘sits in the dark’ type.”

“I am the ‘sits in the dark’ type,” he said, smirking. “But I do push-ups in the dark. It’s very dramatic.”

That got a laugh from her—genuine and bright. For a moment, they looked at each other with shared understanding. Two people who burned energy to stay grounded. Who didn’t know what to do when their bodies got too still.

Jihyo stood near the far wall, a towel around her neck and a bottle of water half-forgotten in her hand. She was watching them—watching him—eyes narrowing just slightly.

She had always been the one at his side. The one who teased him and bantered and made him laugh in quiet moments. But now…

Momo and Gio were laughing again. Gio even gently corrected her stance, guiding her elbow with a touch that was clinical, professional, but still intimate in a way that made Jihyo’s stomach knot.

Why do I care so much? she thought bitterly, then flinched at her own inner voice.

It wasn’t jealousy exactly. Not of Momo. She liked Momo—trusted her, even. It was more the realization that Gio connected to people in ways she didn’t always understand. That maybe the connection she thought was special… wasn’t just between the two of them.

And that scared her.

Giordano stepped back as Momo reset for another round. He saw Jihyo watching and gave her a smile—a soft, familiar smile.

She didn’t smile back.

He paused. “Everything okay?”

Jihyo walked over, tone clipped but casual. “Fine. Just wondering if you two are planning to spar all day.”

Momo arched a brow, picking up the undercurrent. “We can stop. I didn’t mean to—”

“No,” Jihyo interrupted, waving it off. “It’s good. You’re good. Just… didn’t expect it.”

Giordano tilted his head. “Expect what?”

Jihyo hesitated. “To see you open up like that. With someone else.”

The words landed heavier than she meant them to.

Gio blinked, then stepped closer to her—gently, cautiously. “You’re not… replaceable, Jihyo. That’s not what this is.”

Jihyo sighed, finally sitting down on the bench near the mat. “I know. It’s stupid. I’m being dumb.”

Momo, sensing this was private, offered them both a small wave. “I’ll go hit the simulator in the other bay. You two… talk.”

She was gone before either of them could stop her.

Giordano sat beside Jihyo, the air quiet between them for a long moment.

“I didn’t mean to shut you out,” he said. “Momo just… reminds me of who I was. Before all of this.”

Jihyo nodded slowly. “And I don’t?”

He turned toward her. “You remind me of who I want to be.”

She glanced at him—shocked by the honesty in his voice.

“You’re thoughtful. Brave. You fight for others even when it hurts. I see that. You don’t need to be like me to matter to me.”

Jihyo bit her lip, the weight of her own insecurities softening in her chest. “I guess I just… I like being close to you. And maybe I got scared that someone else could take that.”

“You’re already close,” he said. “So close it’s dangerous, honestly.”

That earned a soft laugh. “You’re the danger, Gio.”

He smiled. “Only when I’m alone.”

And she took his hand—not possessively, but gently, like someone grounding a live wire.

“Then I guess you’re not alone anymore.”

Later that evening Momo and Jihyo had made up and were hitting the showers. Steam curled through the air, thick and warm, as Jihyo leaned back against the tiled wall, eyes half-lidded, letting the hot water run down her face and shoulders. Across the way, Momo was humming to herself as she scrubbed shampoo into her hair, making little bubble towers on top of her head.

“Check it out,” Momo said, grinning through the steam. “I’m Bubblezilla.”

Jihyo cracked an eye open and tried not to laugh. “You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah, well, I contain multitudes,” Momo replied, striking a dramatic pose with soap suds sliding off her elbow. “Warrior, dancer, snack devourer, and apparently, living shampoo sculpture.”

Jihyo laughed, and for a moment, the tension she hadn’t realized she was carrying in her chest released.

Momo turned toward her, still rinsing her hair. “Hey, thanks for training with me today. You didn’t have to. I know you usually go solo or with Gio.”

“Yeah, well… I needed the workout,” Jihyo said, a little too fast. She cleared her throat. “And besides, you’re fun to spar with.”

Momo grinned. “You mean you like beating me up.”

“No,” Jihyo said, smiling despite herself. “You actually almost caught me with that counter-punch. I was impressed.”

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, water hissing all around them. Then—

“Hey, Jihyo,” Momo asked, “do you ever get, like… weird feelings when you’re sparring? Like, not adrenaline, but��other stuff?”

Jihyo blinked. “Other stuff?”

“Like… butterflies. In your stomach. But also your brain. And you think, ‘wow, this person is really cool,’ and then you trip over your own feet like a loser.”

Jihyo stared.

And then, to her horror, she felt it. That little flutter in her chest. The same one that happened when Gio said something awkwardly sweet or looked at her with that lopsided smile like she was the only person in the room. She glanced at Momo—goofy, bubbly Momo—and her heart skipped.

Wait, what?

Her brain scrambled for answers. Was she… catching feelings for Momo too?

But as Momo started trying to juggle bottles of conditioner and dropped one with a loud clack, then scrambled to catch it with a noise that could only be described as a panicked duck, Jihyo suddenly got it.

It wasn’t attraction. It was recognition.

They were both chaos. Endearing, well-meaning, awkward chaos gremlins. Two sides of the same coin.

And her heart wasn’t racing because she was in love with Momo—it was because Momo reminded her of Gio. Not just in how she moved, but in how she was. Earnest. Dorky. Surprisingly intense when she cared about something. The kind of person who makes you feel warm just by being nearby.

Jihyo started giggling.

“What?” Momo asked, holding the conditioner bottle in triumph.

“You and Gio… you’re kind of the same person.”

Momo squinted. “Is that a compliment?”

“It’s terrifying, honestly,” Jihyo said, still laughing.

Momo struck a pose. “Gio wishes he had my shoulders.”

Jihyo rolled her eyes. “You’re both disasters. Sweet, lovable disasters.”

They shared a laugh, one that echoed off the shower tiles and settled something deep in Jihyo’s chest.

Later, as they were toweling off and heading back to their quarters, Jihyo thought quietly to herself:

No wonder I like being around both of them so much.

A cozy hum filled the air as the ship cruised through interstellar space. The lounge lights were dimmed to a soft gold, casting a warm glow on the table where Gio, Momo, Sana, Mina, and Jihyo sat together, gathered around a half-finished snack spread and a scattered deck of intergalactic poker cards no one had actually agreed to play.

Momo was in the middle of explaining something with wild hand gestures.

“—and then I tried to kick him, but I forgot I was wearing the magnetic boots, so I sort of just… suctioned myself to the wall instead.”

Everyone burst into laughter.

“Classic,” Gio said, grinning with his usual uneven charm. “You really are gravity’s favorite victim.”

“Bold of you to say, Gio,” Sana smirked, pointing at him with a chip. “You tripped over your own coat yesterday before getting into the gravity room.”

“That coat is long!” Gio defended. “It has… heroic flair. There’s an art to managing the swoosh.”

Mina nodded with mock solemnity. “He and Momo are just two flavors of the same clumsy milkshake.”

Sana gasped, nudging Momo. “You’re like… twins from different Terran timelines.”

Momo perked up. “Hey, we do both like ice cream!”

“And trip over things.”

“And like warm carbs more than we should,” Gio added.

“And can’t flirt to save your lives,” Sana said with a pointed look that made Gio’s ears turn pink.

Momo giggled. “Wait, speak for yourself.”

Everyone laughed again—except Jihyo.

She was quiet, a small smile on her lips as she watched them.

They were similar, yeah. But Jihyo noticed the differences.

Gio didn’t just fumble—he second-guessed himself in moments of vulnerability, pulling back ever so slightly before choosing to lean in. He wasn’t just awkward—he was careful. He measured his words, even when he tripped over them. His eyes scanned a room like a soldier, but he laughed like someone still trying to figure out how to just be.

Momo was chaos in motion. Joyful, loud, unafraid. But Gio… Gio was quiet thunder. Constantly aware of the storm inside him, trying not to let it rumble too loud.

That’s what made her heart flutter. Not just the goofiness, but the gravity beneath it.

Jihyo looked down at the table, hiding a small smile behind her cup.

Momo leaned on Gio’s shoulder. “Hey, want to try building that alien Lego set tomorrow?”

“Only if you promise not to glue the pieces again,” Gio said.

“It was one time!”

As everyone giggled again, Jihyo let herself watch Gio just a moment longer.

He didn’t notice. He was busy laughing, eyes warm and posture relaxed.

But her heart did.

And this time, there was no confusion about it.

The blue-green marble of Earth shimmered in the distance, floating like a memory on the edge of the stars. Through the panoramic glass, the surface details of continents and oceans came slowly into view.

Jihyo stood in silence, hands loosely clasped behind her back, her posture straight but her thoughts clearly elsewhere.

Samira entered without announcing herself, her tall, regal form framed by the light of the starfield behind her. She stood beside Jihyo, not speaking at first.

Jihyo finally broke the silence. “It feels smaller than I remember.”

Samira smiled faintly. “Most things do when you’ve seen the galaxy.”

Jihyo let out a slow breath, then glanced sideways at the commander. “Can I ask you something… personal?”

“Of course.” Samira said without hesitation.

“Do you think I should stay in contact with Giordano?” Jihyo asked, eyes still fixed on Earth. “He’s… complicated. Kind, but guarded. Sometimes so gentle I forget he’s a war mage. Then I remember he used to be called Diabelos and it’s like I can feel the weight of that name behind his smile.”

Samira didn’t answer immediately. Her golden eyes flicked to Jihyo, assessing, thoughtful.

“He’s one of the best people I’ve ever known,” Samira said finally. “But also one of the most dangerous. And he knows it.”

Jihyo looked down. “So I should stay away?”

Samira shook her head. “No. That’s not what I’m saying.” She turned fully to Jihyo now. “Giordano walks a narrow line every day. The man he wants to be and the monster he could become are always in conversation with each other. But I’ve seen what steadies him.”

“And?”

“You.” Samira said gently. “You make him laugh. You pull him out of himself. He lets his guard down around you, and that’s rare for him. He has friends. He has loyalty. But you? You reach the part of him that still believes he can have a future without blood on his hands.”

Jihyo’s breath caught slightly, but Samira wasn’t finished.

“But the bigger question is this, Jihyo: What do you want?” She stepped closer, voice softening. “You’re not just a pop idol anymore. You’ve shown strength, leadership, compassion. You adapted to cosmic resonance like you were born for it. You have the makings of a commander���not because of powers, but because people trust you. Because I trust you.”

Jihyo blinked, caught off guard. “I… I didn’t realize you thought that of me.”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean,” Samira replied, warm but firm. “If you want to go back to Earth, you can. You’ll be celebrated. You’ll be safe. But if you want to stay in Giordano’s orbit… just know it won’t be easy. But it might matter more than either of you realizes.”

A long pause. Then Jihyo nodded slowly.

“Thank you, Samira.” Her voice was quiet but sure. “I just needed to hear it out loud.”

Samira gave a knowing smile, the kind that only a seasoned commander could wear. “Then make your choice, Leader Jihyo. Whatever you choose, make it yours.”

They stood in silence again, two powerful women at the edge of a world that once defined them. Now, they were something more.

And Earth kept turning.

Flashbulbs popped. Reporters shouted questions. Holographic banners displayed: “IDOL PHOENIXES RETURN FROM HAITUS!” Jihyo stood center stage with her group, radiant under the lights, their popularity only intensified by their cosmic journey. She smiled for the cameras—but her eyes kept drifting toward the stars.

Later, in a quiet moment backstage, she stepped away from the crowd, standing on a balcony as the night breeze kissed her face.

Giordano stood in the shadow of a nearby support column, waiting quietly.

“I thought you might vanish again,” Jihyo said without turning.

“Didn’t want to steal the spotlight,” Gio replied awkwardly.

She turned to him, smiling warmly. “I want both. The stage and you. I know it’s going to be hard sometimes—but that’s never scared me.”

Gio’s breath caught. There was a boyish disbelief in his eyes, followed quickly by something more grounded. “You’re really choosing me?”

“I’m choosing us,” she said. “And I’m choosing myself too. I want to sing. I want to lead. But I also want to be with the idiot who talks to his weapons when he thinks no one’s listening.”

Giordano chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not good at this.”

“You don’t have to be. Just… come home when you can.”

He nodded, stepping closer, and their hands found each other naturally—like two puzzle pieces that had been shaped by stars and war and laughter.

EPILOGUE: THE BATHHOUSE ON MUSTARIA

A wide, elegant bath carved from pale-blue stone steamed softly in a grand room adorned with floral silks and floating lanterns. Outside the window, a crescent moon hung over the gardens.

Jihyo reclined lazily in the warm water, her arms draped along the edge, eyes half-lidded from comfort. Her hair was pinned up loosely, and a soft hum left her lips as the warmth eased her post-tour exhaustion.

Her legs kicked gently under the water, and one foot—playfully—peeked up over the edge, wiggling.

CLACK. The door slid open.

Giordano stepped in, cloak damp with rain from the Mustarian woods. His shoulders looked heavier than usual, dusted with starlight and exhaustion—but the second he saw her, something in his posture softened.

“You’re back early,” Jihyo murmured with a small smile, not opening her eyes fully. “Or am I just that good at manifesting you when I’m bored?”

He grinned, a little sheepish. “I didn’t want to stay away too long.”

Her eyes opened now, locking with his. “Then don’t.” She sat up slightly, droplets trailing down her arms. Her voice dipped into playful mischief. “Care to join me, Witch Wolf?”

Her toes wiggled invitingly, just above the water’s surface.

Giordano blinked once—processing both the question and his heart’s sudden acceleration.

He laughed softly, shrugging off his outer cloak. “You’re dangerous when you’re this cute, you know that?”

“I’ve heard,” Jihyo said, smirking as she made room for him. “Now hurry before I have to pull you in myself.”

As he stepped toward her, shedding the weight of war and past regrets with every footfall, Giordano knew he hadn’t just found peace.

He’d earned it.

[0cta9on]

Good Idea

length: 1.6k+ words

Genre: smut

Itzy Chaeryeong x Male Reader

(Author’s Note: Typing this on my phone was a hassle, so apologies if the quality isn’t that great. Enjoy anyways :) )

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PLAYER TWO WINS

Your friend Chaeryeong throws her hands up to celebrate her victory while you slump deeper into the couch, the bitter sting of your 10th defeat in a row filling your mind.

“Get owned, los-“ Chaeryeong begins to taunt you, but stops as she notices your upset expression. She scoots closer to you, offering you an apologetic look. “Sorry, did I upset you?”

You lightly chuckle at her reaction and shake your head. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Chaeryeong.”

“Then what’s wrong, oppa?” She asks, looking up at you expectantly with her big, round eyes. You sigh as you recount the details of your failed date. A couple weeks ago, Chaeryeong recommended you to try a dating app after expressing to her that you wanted to meet someone new. She helped you set up your profile, and after a while of getting left on read, you finally managed to secure a date with a girl who you thought was cute and fun to talk to. Things were going great… Until your first date with her. Your lack of dating experience in the past few years turned you into an awkward, blubbering mess in front of her. It didn’t help that you decided to order the spiciest item on the menu that basically killed any chance you had of salvaging your date (and your taste buds).

Chaeryeong gently rubs your arm as you sink lower into the couch, accepting the fact that you’ll probably die alone.

“I’m sorry, oppa. Is there something I can do to cheer you up?”

“I don’t think there is.” You let out a deep sigh and stare at the ceiling, lost in thought. Maybe dying alone wouldn’t be so bad. It’s not like you haven’t gotten used to being alone by now.

“Um…” Chaeryeong anxiously bites her lip as she turns to look at you. “Do you wanna try touching my boobs?”

Your head jerks up as your eyes widen in shock. “W-what did you just say?”

“I read somewhere on the internet that guys like touching boobs.” Her wide innocent eyes stare back at you without a single thought behind them. Chaeryeong had a habit of blurting out strange things, but this is by far the most insane thing she has ever said.

“I-I mean, you’re not wrong, b-but…” You were at a complete loss of words by her proposition, but you couldn’t help scan your eyes down her body. Her white ruffled tank top accentuated her breasts while also showcasing her tiny waist and sexy abs she achieved from years of being a dancer. Paired with her skin tight jeans that emphasized her curvy ass and thighs, you almost humored the idea of running your hands all over her body.

“W-why? Just why?” you ask, confused yet slightly turned on.

“Because you’re my friend and I don’t like seeing you so upset,” she responded with a pout on her lip and puppy dog eyes. It was practically impossible to say no to her whenever she made that face. With a sigh, you end up giving in.

“O-okay okay, fine. Just… You offered this, so no telling anyone I did anything weird, alright?” Beneath your apprehension, your heart was pounding with excitement. Not getting any action for years made you go feral at the simple thought of copping a feel.

A smile grows on Chaeryeong’s face as she giggles with elation. “Okay!” She sits on your lap, her ass pushing against your crotch. “Don’t be shy, oppa,” Chaeryeong teases as she grabs your wrists, placing your hands on her ample chest covered by her top. You instinctively squeeze her breasts, eliciting a cute moan from her lips. Almost instantly, your cock begins to strain in your pants, smushed against Chaeryeong’s ass, as your primal urges begin to take over.

“Looks like someone is excit- MMM!!” Chaeryeong’s words are interrupted by your mouth kissing on the supple skin of her neck. All of your inhibitions fade from your body, every action driven solely by hunger. You couldn’t deny how sexy your friend was as she succumbed to your every move. Each squeeze of her chest, each nibble of her ear, each lick on her neck turned her body into putty, completely malleable in your hands. This became evident in how you are able to lift her top without resistance, exposing her braless tits.

Chaeryeong’s mounds were absolutely perfect in your palms, soft yet firm and perfectly round. Paired with her toned abs, you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be able to rub your hands all over her amazing body.

“D-do you- ah! Do you feel b-better, o-oppa?” Chaeryeong asked in between moans. You couldn’t help but chuckle at her adorable innocence as if she wasn’t being completely violated by you.

“Yes, I feel a lot better. I want you to feel better too,” you whisper into her ear in a sultry tone as your hand traces down her torso, causing her body to shiver in response. Chaeryeong giggles at your touch, biting her lip as she looks at you with complete lust in her eyes. You slowly unbutton her jeans, making sure she was watching. Her beautiful chest begins to rise and fall with heavy, anticipatory breaths. The urge to completely ruin your best friend was ever present in your mind, but you wanted to take things slowly. Savor every second of this experience.

Chaeryeong, on the other hand, was growing steadily impatient. “Oppa~” she whined, pouting her lips at you.

“So needy,” you chuckle before grabbing her chin and kissing her lips. She immediately melts into the delicate kiss as your fingers play with the hem of her panties. Slowly, you inch your hand closer to her wetness, teasing her skin with each scrape of your fingernails. Chaeryeong lightly moans into your mouth, her body shivering with pleasure. You graze her clit, causing her body to jolt from the contact.

“O-oh my g-god…” she groans, giggling with delight. You grab Chaeryeong’s chin with your free hand, watching her expression change as you plunge your middle finger deep into her pussy. Her mouth gapes open as she lets out a deep guttural moan, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. With your libido at an all time high, your mouth latches onto her neck as you insert a second finger into her heat, plunging your digits in and out of her until your hand starts to cramp.

“F-f-f-f-fuckkk!!!” Chaeryeong’s squeals, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. The walls of her pussy squeezed against your fingers as she came, staining her pants and your hand with her nectar. Her body suddenly goes limp as the high from her orgasm leaves her breathless.

“You okay, Chaeryeong?” you ask, smirking at her.

“Y-yeah… I feel… amazing…” She lazily plants kisses on your cheek in gratitude. This experience was definitely unforgettable - but you weren’t done yet. At this point, it was impossible to ignore your raging hardon, especially when Chaeryeong’s ass was rubbing all over it.

Standing up, you gently lay her down on the couch. She watched you, biting her lip, as you stripped her of her jeans and her soaked panties, leaving her bottom half completely nude. Her fit body was glistening with sweat and her sweet juices.

“Please take me already, oppa. I’m all yours,” Chaeryeong said, winking at you with a naughty grin. Without hesitation, you strip your clothes off, leaving them in a messy pile on the other side of the room. Your heart pounded with anticipation and lust as you lined up your cock with your best friend’s wet hole.

Church bells ring in your head as you slowly insert the tip of your penis into her. Chaeryeong’s body was complete perfection, both inside and out. A wave of ecstasy flows through you as her walls squeeze your member. You lean forward, catching Chaeryeong’s tit in your mouth as you continue to push through. Her cute moans fill the room, music to your ears.

“Mmm!! F-fuck… so b-big, oppa…” Her words were confirmation enough for you to start thrusting your hips into her. You start nice and slow, taking out most of your cock before plunging it back inside her heat. The jiggle of her breasts as you fucked her was mesmerizing.

Suddenly, she grabbed your face, forcing you to look at her. “F-faster… p-please, oppa,” she pleads, her wide eyes practically begging you to ruin her. You smirk, planting a gentle kiss on her lips before grabbing her hips and pounding her cunt with your hard dick. The rest of the world faded around you as you went rampant with pleasure. Pressure began to build in your loins, a sign of your impending orgasm. With the last of your strength, you slammed Chaeryeong down onto your cock, forcing her to match the rhythm of your thrusts.

Sensing your orgasm, Chaeryeong wraps her legs around your waist. “C-cum inside me, oppa. I-It’s okay.” With one final thrust, you went over the edge. Chaeryeong’s sweet pussy milked your cock completely dry. You collapsed back onto the couch, drained of all your energy.

“H-holy fuck… that was incredible,” you commented as you caught your breath. Chaeryeong snuggled up against you, smiling.

“I’m glad I could make you feel better, oppa.”

You couldn’t help but pepper her cute face with kisses. “If you’re gonna do this every time I’m sad, then I should go on failed dates more often,” you joked, earning a chuckle from her.

“Orrrrr, you could just go on a successful date with me and fuck me anyways,” she suggested, giggling as she bit her lip.

“I think I like your idea better.” With one final kiss, the two of you doze off in each other’s arms.

[bangchansdirty-slut]

KPOP MASTERLIST

Fluff-(f) Smut-(s) Angst-(a) Crack-(c)

Stray Kids

OT8

(Requested/No name) - Switch!Bangchan x Top!Han x Bottom!FTM reader

Kiss And Make Up - Top!Bangchan x Top!Han x Bottom!FTM reader

JUST THE WAY U R - Felix x Changbin x FTM reader

Bang Chan

I Need A Little Assistance - Top Boss!Bang Chan x Bottom Personal assistant!Male reader(s)

Drive Me Insane - Top!Bang Chan x Bottom!Male reader(s)

"I want to be with you. Always." - Drunk!Bang Chan x G/N Reader(f)

(Requested/No name) - Chan x FTM reader (f)

(Requested/No name) - Top!Chan x Bottom!Male reader(s)

We Meet Again - Bang Chan x Male reader (f)

Lee Know

"Not Too Old For Me" - Parents Bestfriend!Lee know x Bottom Reader (s)

(Requested/No name) - Lino x Bottom!Male reader (s)

Changbin

Hyunjin

A Mother's Revenge - Mama!Hyunjin x Bottom Han's brother! Reader(s)

Hidden Piercing - D Piercing!Top!Hyunjin x Bttm!Male Reader(s)

Boss's Request - Top!Boss!Hyunjin x Bttm!Assisant!Male Reader(s)

Han

Don't Worry, I'm Here For You. - Han x 9th member! Male Reader(f)

Felix

"Would you like another one?" - Baker!Felix x Bottom!Male reader (s)

Double The Trouble - Angel!Yongbok x Bottom!Male reader x Devil!Felix(s)

Seungmin

Back At It Again - Seungmin x Bangchan sister!reader(s)

I.N.

Thigh Highs - top! Jeongin x bot! Male reader

Enhypen

OT7

Heeseung

Hate That I Want U-Enemies to Fuckers!Top!Heeseung x Member!Bttm!Male Reader

Jay

Our Secret - Popular jock!Top!Jay × Nerd!Loser!Bottom!Male reader

Jake

My Gothic BF - Jake x Goth!Idol!Male Reader

Sunghoon

Our Secret Part .2 - Top!Jock!Jay x Switch!Nerd!Male reader x Bttm!Jock!Sunghoon

Guess We B.A.S - Top!Cheater!Sunghoon x Bttm!Idol!Cheater!Reader

Sunoo

Jungwon

Punishment - Sub!Camboy!Jungwon x Dom!Reader

Ni-ki

TXT

OT5

Back For More - TXT (separate) x Bottom!Male Reader (s)

The Star Pupil - Top!Soobin x Top!Hyuka x Bottom!Male reader(s)

Yeonjun

"I'll Make You Bias Me" - Yeonjun x Bottom Fan!Reader (s)

Soobin

(Requested/No name) - Top!Soobin x Bottom!Male reader(s)

Can I Come In? -domtop yandere soobin x sub bttm male reader (s)

Beomgyu

Taehyun

HueningKai

Ateez

Hongjoong

Seonghwa

Yunho

Yeosang

San

Mingi

Wooyoung

Jongho

Riize

Shotaro

Eunseok

Sungchan

Wonbin

Seunghan

Sohee

Anton

Swimming Practice - swimming instructor!top!anton x student!bttm!male reader

Aespa

OT4

Let's Tease The Manager -Bottom!GP!Giselle and Karina x Top!Male Reader

Karina

Leader's Help - Top!Karina x gp!Reader (s)

Giselle

Sleepover - Top!Giselle x Bttm!Virgin!Girl!P!Reader (s)

My Dopamine - Top!Giselle x Member!Bttm! Reader

Winter

Psycho Killer - Top!GP!SerialKiller!Winter x Bttm!Therapist!Reader

Ningning

Itzy

OT5

The Half Sisters - Nerd!G!P!Yeji x reader xn Cheerleader!G!P!Girlfriend!Yuna(s)

Yeji

Jealous Girl - Top!G!P!Yeji x Bttm!Reader

Lia

Ryujin

Cheer Up Remedy!!! - dom!g!pryujin x bottom!m!reader

Chaeryeong

Yuna

Le sserafim

OT5

Sakura

Chaewon

Yunjin

"We've only just begun."- Top GP!Yunjin x Maid Bottom!Reader(s)

An Orgasm A Day Keeps The Cramps Away - Top GP!Yunjin x Bottom!Reader(s)

Strawberries W/ Cream- Top GP!Yunjin x Male Bottom!Reader(s)

Night Off - PowerBttmYunjin x SubTop!Male Reader

Kazuha

A Little Help From Manager - Top GP!Kazuha x Bottom!Manager!Reader

Best Dance Lessons Ever- Top GP!Kazuha x Bottom!Reader

After Concert - Dom!Kazuha x Sub!Backup-dancer!Reader

Eunchae

Twice

OT9

Nayeon

Jeongyeon

Momo

Sana

Jihyo

Mina

Dahyun

Chaeyoung

Let Me Teach You - Top!GP!Chaeyoung x Bttm!Inexperienced!Male Reader

Tzuyu

Other

Gidle: The Queen's punishment - Serpent Queen GP!Minnie x Peasant!Reader(s)

My Dirty-minded Thoughts - 1

[dazed--xx]

SKZ Reaction: He hurts the reader II (Hyung Line)

A/N: this is for @slayhyunjin one of my favorite followers and I’d like to say a friend now. Merry Christmas hun you wanted them to make up and I did what I could but please remember in part one Minho was a Yandere so his is technically a good ending in his mind but I will have the Maknae line out soon so get the cutest most fluffy Jeongin pics ready cause that was what was promised 😭😂 but anyway I hope y’all enjoy this and it makes y’all a little happy to see that I’m alive and still writing.

Masterlist Part 1

Chan:

Your phone had been ringing off the charts since you had left your shared apartment with Chan. You stared at the waves of the ocean as the sea breeze kissed your tear stained cheeks. Your fear had dwindled in the hours you had been sitting here on this empty beach. You bite your lip, maybe you did misunderstand. You knew Chan almost better than you knew yourself; which is why you know he’d never cheat on you. You know that she probably did fall or even if she purposely fell Chan was probably innocently helping her up because that’s the type of person he is. Well, you thought he was…that is until that lamp whipped past your head and was sent crashing against the wall. Guilt filled you as you remembered the way Chan pleaded with you not to go. He knew you had nowhere to stay, you weren’t from South Korea though you had lived here for almost 5 years it wasn’t easy for you to make friends as a foreigner wether you fit in or not. You didn’t fit with most of the things that happened around you in this country and without your relationship with Chan though, living here was apart of your dreams growing up, you would have never made the leap into moving here without him and his support. Tears filled your eyes once again as you remembered the only people you have to talk to would probably immediately send Chan over to your location. You hate yourself for wishing he was actually here, you hate how much you feel like you need his insight in what you should do but you did know he’d probably think of an answer logically without including his own emotions into whatever advice he’d give you. You sigh heavily as you lift yourself from the sand and make your way back to your car. Your phone in hand as the special ringtone you had set for Chan blared through the speaker. You almost chuckle to yourself at the irony; he finally called you right after you thought about how much you needed his help. You were relieved to see the comforting texts from his members after they had called but for those few hours you had been gone Chan hadn’t once called you. Pressing the green button you lift the phone to your ear hesitantly as you sit yourself in the drivers seat. .

You almost let out a sob as you heard his tear laced voice ring through your phone “Y-Y/N?” He questioned as he sniffled. You hear him struggling to catch his breath between his sobs “Y/N if you’re there you don’t have to say anything but please just listen..” he pleads, you could tell he was trying to calm his breathing “I-I’m so sorry, I know what you saw with that trainee looked really really bad…b-but I swear I don’t even know that girl. She is—was just a backup dancer for the Case 143 concept but since she made you and me uncomfortable we all agreed she can work with Itzy or Twice.” Your heart clenches at his caring nature which is why the girl still had a job in the first place. “But Her actions and my behavior wasn’t okay and I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that and I don’t want to make any excuses like I was angry because that doesn’t make it okay. I should have never gotten that violent, I should have just let you cool off and came to talk to you when we both had calmed down and. For that I’m so sorry and if you don’t want to be with me anymore I’d completely understand honestly I think you shouldn’t be with me anymore because what I did isn’t okay and I know that and i deserve for you to leave—ITS NOT LIKE YOU HIT ME OR ANYTHING!” You exclaim almost fuming at the way he was describing himself “it doesn’t matter. What I did was wrong and I don’t want you to justify it either. I was wrong to do that it makes me sick to my stomach knowing I could have really hurt you. Thank god I didn’t but what if I did? I wasn’t paying attention Y/N you could have gotten seriously hurt what would have happened if it hit you—but it didn’t” you cut him off once again, as tears rolled down your cheeks “Chan are you breaking up with me?” You hear a whimper release from his lips “Why would you want to be with a guy that almost hurt you physically?” He questions “you even said you wanted to get your stuff and leave me because of all this” he cries “why wouldn’t I want to protect you even if it’s from myself? I love you more than anything in this world and that’s why I don’t want you to forgive me because the idea of you getting hurt by my own hand makes me disgusted I can’t even look at you without feeling like shit knowing I really fucked this up” your heart cracks at the pain and guilt laced in his tone “you want to know why I do want to forgive you?” You ponder “You do?” He asks bewildered you give yourself a small sad smile before answering “yes, because if you were really the type to hurt me physically you wouldn’t feel like breaking up would be the best option, you think about things rationally and always put how I feel or could possibly feel first. You genuinely show that you care about me and it makes me know you’re a genuinely good person and that’s why I love you that’s why I want to be with you. Things were…intense to say the least but I do want to work things out soon maybe not today maybe not tomorrow but I do want to work things out with you and move on from this with you as your girlfriend” the line goes silent for a second “okay..b-but can I ask you something?” He asks hesitantly “yeah anything..” you reply instantly. “C-can we move on from this with you as my fiancé? I really didn’t want to propose like this but I really really want to marry you and I can’t imagine us breaking up without me at least asking you s-so that y-you do know my intentions” You can hear the hesitation and love in his words the question really throws you for a loop “C-can I answer you when I’m ready to come talk? I do want to be with you but I’d like to be proposed to properly I don’t want to remember the way we got engaged like this even though the answer is and will always be yes but for right now it’s a maybe later I love you Channie I’ll see you in couple days I promise..” you reply lovingly. You can almost hear the smile on his lips as he responds “I’d wait for you forever don’t worry I’ll see you soon my love and I’ll do it right next time I promise..”

Minho:

The smell of mildew filled your nose, the feeling of your bed is different. Your eyes are burning as they adjust to the fluorescent light, your eyes widen in shock. This isn’t your room. You look around in a panic as you throw the foreign blanket off you. You look around the room, you didn’t see a single window. The only furniture that was there was the bed you were seated on and a chair across the room facing where you were once sleeping. Where were you? You lift yourself from the bed and make your way toward the door, noticing your lack of pants and shoes you rush toward the door trying to twist and pull on the knob before slamming your fist into it repeatedly “HELLO?! HELLO?! IS ANYONE THERE?” You call as you continue to pound your fist on the door. Panic filling your body in a tidal wave you hear footsteps coming toward you “HELLO?! Who’s there?! PLEASE HELP ME!” You hear the person stop infront of the door as you try to open it again. “Hello?!” You call once more to the stranger finally realizing how much of a bad idea it was. You had no clue who was on the other side of that door. It could be the person that put you here. Were they going to hurt you? What did they want? You questioned to yourself, bile rose in your throat as you heard the slight ‘click’ from the lock and see the knob turn “W-wait!” You shout the door doesn’t move “A-are you going to hurt me?” You question pressing your ear to the door only to hear silence in return “please answer me” you plead the stranger knocks once “d-does that mean yes?” You question fear filling your tone. They knock once again “Does that mean no?” You hear two knocks in response “O-Okay…why am I here? Where am I?” You hear a heavy sigh on the other side of the door before they force it open.

Your eyes widen in shock and relief washes over you, as you’re greeted by your boyfriend. “Minho!” You exclaim tears almost streaming down your face as you rush over to him and wrap your arms around his neck burying your face in his neck “Thank god! Why did you do that why didn’t you answer me I’m so scared right now and you couldn’t just tell me what was going on? What happened why am I here how’d I get here? Where are my clothes?” You question as you pull back noticing the stoic expression on his face “I took them” he states matter of factly. “W-why?” You question slowly removing yourself from from him “so you can’t leave of course” he smiles sinisterly. Your mouth hanging open in shock “what? You did this to me so I can’t leave?” He smiles once more the light that always sat in his eyes now gone their almost soulless. “Min what’s going on? Something seems off” you question nervously as you take a step back away from him “you think it’s okay to break up with me? I think it’s quite okay that I prevent that. You told me to not come back to see you anymore. I can’t just let that happen, it’s okay you just have to stay here; I’ll take care of you baby, don’t worry.” He says taking a small step toward you as he placed a pout on his lips “can’t you hug me again? I wasn’t ready so I really didn’t get to hold you like I wanted” his hand caresses your cheek “what do you mean I just have to stay here? What about my apartment? My job? My friends and family?” You question. Minho smiles sickeningly “That’s the best part baby everyone already thinks you’re either dead or missing at the very least. It’s okay I made everything look very believable and it won’t be linked to me or anything I am really sorry that I did have to collect your blood a little, I know you’re scared of needles that’s why I put those pills in your drink so you would sleep through it cause I know you’d be scared but, because I needed everyone to think you’d died in the ordeal but you can’t even feel it can you? I really did a great job right baby? Now we can be together and nothing is wrong anymore everything is fine. I mean it will suck to have to act really sad around my members knowing you’re alive but I have to so they don’t think something is wrong didn’t I do good baby? I’ll always do great things for you and now you can be free from those burdens, I’ll take care of you. You can live here it’s a house I know about that’s underground you can walk around it as you like. I’m sorry I locked you in here but you were sleeping and I didn’t want you to possibly sleep walk or anything because that was one of the side effects—you’re fucking crazy” you cut him off in shock at his admissions. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You growl. Fear grows in your stomach as his façade drops the smile quickly gone from his lips turning into a straight line.

“Fine then I guess you can’t go around as you like. And if you try to run I’ll cut your Achilles tendon look I don’t want to have to do it this way but you’re not giving me a choice so go lay on your bed and think about what you said to me and fucking fix it when I come back with food for you. I love you so I don’t want to have to leave you in here for too long, but I am an Idol you know? things like random world tours can come up and be there for months on end so who would take care of you if I decide to leave you here while I go? Either figure out if you want to be truly like the old you and die in a bloody gory death. If you be good and listen to me like you used to then I’ll be just as good to you. I don’t want to hurt you nor does the idea appeal me honestly it makes me nauseous but I’ll do what I have to. Be good lay down and just let me love you the way only I can. There’s no one else for you anyway it’s us for the rest of our lives babe and if you have a problem with that, well I’ll take Stockholm Syndrome even if it’s your own brain tricking you into loving me again just so you can dissociate from this. I’ll take it but if you act like this again we will have an issue.” He threatens tilting his head to the side taking a step toward you “Do you want there to be an issue?” You shake your head in response “O-of course not, Min I-I was just surprised by what you said. I’m just mad you had to use a needle on me but I really appreciate all the effort you went through, y-you did well I promise. Im not mad at you im sorry for trying to break up with you I won’t ever do it again but Min I don’t want to stay here let me go with you.” You force out, you felt like throwing up at the softness of your tone. “I’m sorry baby you have to stay here but if you’re really not mad come here give me a kiss let me hold you.” You pout at his words “p-please min I don’t want to be left here don’t leave me here please I’ll be good ill listen to your rules can’t I just be with you all the time? C-can’t I just live with you? I’m scared please Min” you plead, you felt disgusted with yourself begging him but you could tell he’s unstable and you didn’t know what he was truly capable of but you knew this was not going to end well if you didn’t listen to him. Bringing yourself closer to him you place your lips on his feeling his arms wrap around you and you could almost pretend like things were how they used to be.

Changbin:

Waking up in a panic you look around the room, almost worrying when you didn’t find Changbin sleeping beside you. The events from the night previous replay in your mind as you lift yourself from the bed. A sharp sting spreads throughout your back. You groan in pain, the door shooting open at the sound. “Y/N, are you okay?” Changbin rushes into the room in a frenzy. You stare at him bewildered, “yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” You question almost sarcastically. You finally notice his disheveled state, the ghost of the trails of tears that streamed down his face. The scabs and bruises on his knuckles, you’re eyes widen in shock seeing his hands. Almost like a reflex you rush out of bed and grab his hand “What happened?!” You question worriedly taking his hand in yours .“I’m an asshole….” He states with a pout on his lips. “What? What happened to your hand Binnie? Are you okay?” He removes his hand from your grasp. “I’m a disgusting person…I was mad that I-sigh- I was mad that I hurt you s-so I punched the wall” you’re eyes widen “YOU PUNCHED THE WALL?!” You exclaim. “I fixed it after I made a hole in it. I have to paint it but it’s fixed” he murmurs. “DO YOU REALLY THINK I CARE ABOUT THAT FUCKING WALL? ILL DEMOLISH IT IF I WANTED TO WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?” You growl at him anger growing in your gut at the idea of him hurting himself. “I deserved it.” He states matter of factly. “Honestly I deserve worse. I’m sorry, but when you were sleeping I checked on your back and put some ointment on it but it’s a really big bruise. S-seeing it….I wanted to die. I hate myself for doing that to you. I got really mad at myself and it just happened. I’m so sorry, you don’t understand how much I said it when you were sleeping but I need you to know I’m really sorry and that it won’t happen again because-sigh-Y/N I think we should break up.” He sobs. You stare at him. “What? You want to break up? W-why? I won’t be clingy or harass you anymore I love you I don’t want to break up” you cry.

It was his turn to be shocked “Y/N I hurt you. I gave you a huge bruise on your back. I put my hands on you which is something I never thought I’d do. I can’t be with you knowing I did that and honestly I’m disappointed you would just let it go. Don’t make excuses for me, don’t try to justify it because there is no justification. I can’t redeem myself from this—yes you can—No I can’t you may be able to forgive me but I won’t be able to forgive myself. Look at your back Y/N! Actually fucking look at it I look like a domestic abuser. It makes me fucking sick!” He snaps. Your heart feels like it’s being ripped right from your chest and dangled infront of you. “Bin I love you I don’t want to break up we can figure things out. We can fix this. My back will heal” you go to grab his hand again “but the trauma from it won’t. Not right away.” He states sadly as he takes a step back. You let out a whimper “please we can work through this I love you. I know you’re going to be disappointed that I want to forgive you. But look at you right now I know you wouldn’t do it again you look like you hate yourself right now. You are beating yourself up already why would I pour salt on that wound I’m sorry but you’re not breaking up with me I’m the one that got hurt I’m the one with the bruise on my back so I’m the one that gets to make this decision and we’re not breaking up.” You see the disappointment on his face “Y/N.—no we’re not breaking up if that’s what you want to say then I don’t want to hear it” you argue placing your hands on your ears. A pout etched onto your lips as you stare at him with tear filled eyes. You shake your head at him. A small sad smile spreads across his lips. “Okay. You win we won’t break up. Im happy you’re quite stubborn and strong willed when it comes to people you love. But I am disappointed you would forgive someone that hurt you physically…” His tone is soft and caring. You feel the anxiety of a break up dwindling as you wrap your arms around Changbins neck placing soft kisses against his cheek. “I love you, you’ll forgive yourself in time with me by your side okay?”

Hyunjin:

“It’s just a sprain. Rest it for 48 hours and take your anti-inflammatory. And keep the splint on for a week or two as it is only a Grade 1 sprain. Come back if the pain gets any worse or if it seems like the swelling isn’t going down.” The doctor informed as he handed you your discharge paperwork. You nod along before making your way out of the hospital. You’re not excited about going home, the drive here was excruciatingly painful but at least your wrist is splinted. You couldn’t believe how Hyunjin reacted. How could he hurt you like that? The thought of the events earlier in the afternoon made you fee nauseous, how could the guy you loved for the past year choose his crazy ‘best friend’ over you? You had allowed Yerim’s antics to go on for too long based on her friendship with Hyunjin. Pulling into your driveway you’re quite pissed to see Hyunjins car still there. Meaning they were both still here. Your blood boiled as you forced yourself out of your car locking it behind you as you make your way to the door. Before you could enter your code into the pad, the door is forced open. You’re greeted with the sight of a disheveled Hyunjin. Tears streaming down his face, his sobs growing worse and worse with the glare you had directed at him. You roll your eyes as you shove past him, seeing his suitcase that was once under your bed now in the living room right beside the couch a complete lack of Yerims presence lingered. “W-wait! Please…” his whimpers between his sniffles as he wipes his face on his sleeves. “Wait for what Hyunjin? You weren’t supposed to be here when I got back remember? It seems your friend knows how to listen properly but you can’t.” You growl your mouth pulled into a harsh line, as you clenched your jaw. “I-I know but how could I just leave? I tried okay? I tried to listen to you I packed my stuff even though I didn’t want to I just—I couldn’t leave knowing you’re hurt. I couldn’t leave knowing that I may never get to see you again and I know it’s selfish but I have to try to fix this. I didn’t know what Yerim said but if it’s anything like what she tried to do then I’m sorry I never realized. I’m sorry I never knew the things Yerim did to you…b-but I do now! I swear I know the truth now and I’m sorry I should have never pushed you I should have listened to what happened.. a-and I would have probably done worse to Yerim if she said the things to me that she said to you.” He cries as he makes his way over to you stopping right infront of you he tries to caress your cheek. You flinch at his action, and a pout forms on his lips as he hesitantly places his hand back at his side “how’d you find out?” You question your eyes finally meeting his “cause there’s a reason I never told you”

His eyebrows scrunch together “does it matter how I found out? And why? Why would never tell me? How long has she been harassing you with that bullshit because that’s what it is. It’s bullshit! I never once slept with her. I never once told her I loved her, she was my best friend and I saw her like a sister and when she tried to throw herself on me when you had left I just lost my shit and realized what was going on.” He explained with tears streaming down his face. A heavy sigh is released from his lips and his current state is enough to send your heart into the morgue. “Jinnie—She was fucking pissed that I supposedly was choosing you over her but she doesn’t realize how many times you probably feel like I chose her over you. You should have told me but that doesn’t excuse what I did to you and I’m so fucking sorry Y/N. I really am, a-and if you let me I’ll make it up to you. Yerim is gone she’s out of my life she means nothing to me if she could try to ruin something that she knows I’ve dedicated myself to. She knew I wanted to marry you. She came with me to pick the ring for when I proposed but in the end even her attempts didn’t ruin anything. You knew she was bullshitting. In the end, I ruined everything but I will fix it. I’ll make it up to you I want to be with you I love you and I’m so fucking sorry” He cut you off dropping to his knees and holding your good hand in both of his “if you forgive me for this it will never happen again. I’m so sorry that I pushed you. I’m so sorry I let my anger get the better of me because you are right I heard her tell you those things and I heard you defend me and I don’t know I couldn’t think and I got mad. But if it makes you feel any better I pushed her too probably a lot worse than I pushed you and I told her I want nothing to do with her anymore I think she got the message cause she slapped the shit out of me and left” you’re eyes widen at his confession your hand instinctively lifting his face inspecting his cheek seeing the fading red mark. “I’ll fucking kill her she did what?!” You growl “she hit you?” You rush past him grabbing your keys only to be halted by Hyunjin grabbing your hand “it’s fine I deserved it for what I did to you” he comforts, your eyebrows raise “yeah and if anyone deserves to hit you it’d be me not her and I didn’t nor would I want to hit you let alone allow some slut to do the same thing to MY boyfriend. Don’t try to stop me cause I’m going to fuck her up Hyunjin” you notice the way his face lit up “Am I?” You shake your head at him in confusion “are you what?” He bites his lip as he stared at the ground “Am I still your boyfriend? What I did was really really bad…and I don’t feel like I deserve to call myself that anymore since you told me to leave” you look at him feeling a little guilty, whilst you did indeed tell him to pack his shit and leave you are kind of relieved he didn’t listen. While you didn’t enjoy the fact that he pushed you, his loyalty and the love he has for the people around him is what drew you to him in the first place. If Yerim wasn’t such a bitch and didn’t antagonize the issue then this wouldn’t have happened and yes, while he shouldn’t have pushed you he thought he was protecting his childhood friend.

“I’d like to think you still are…I-if you still want to be—more than anything I want to be your boyfriend more than I want to be an idol at this very moment” he cuts you off looking at you with hope. You bite your bottom lip and wrap your arms around his neck. You hear a sigh of relief release from his throat as he holds you against him as if you’d disappear when he let go. “Thank god….I love you so much I’m so sorry you won’t regret this I promise” he cries as he buries his face in your neck. You smile slightly pulling your head back to look at your sad puppy of a boyfriend pressing your lips against his. He kisses you passionately before you pull away “But if I ever see Yerim it’s on sight. She doesn’t have the right to put her hands on you just for rejecting her. She’s going to get her ass whooped and you won’t be able to stop me…”

[subbwoofer]

ITZY cat line serves 🤌✨

[miueo]

𐙚 my little idol ♥︎．。．:*･° chap i ✿

ᰔᩚ      ︶ྀི    new legacy .

summary : you're currently in a new girl group underneath jyp entertainment ! your group is performing well on charts, you have a stable fanbase, and many bops to listen to! you try your best to avoid dating scandals for the sake of your reputation and status but it's all ruined by a very popular group of boys.

pairings : ot8!skz ♡ femidol!reader !

warnings : no smut in this chapter ; heavy on smut, sexualization & objectification, perversion, obsession, taboo / dark concepts (for some members, not all !) , mental physical / health issues (depression, anxiety, etc.), coercion, unsolicited pictures, more to be announced.

notes : hiii !!!! i am currently in guangdong… ive been traveling so much lately, sorry for the lack of content. THIS IS JUST AN INTRO CHAPTER!

taglist : @p0eticjust1c3 @yunjinswifee @sky00ung @pinkdranks @bloominhos @mi-mi-mu @nasiaisan @kitkat1sstuff @hyunjinhoexxx @theinsanebish

selected song for fic :

in the bustling heart of seoul’s entertainment scene, amidst the glittering promise of fame and the relentless pursuit of dreams, there exists a young talent whose voice echoes with the power to stir souls. her name is song y/n, a gifted vocalist whose journey to becoming a k-pop sensation began with a passion for music that bloomed in her hometown.

from an early age, y/n’s voice enchanted audiences, drawing praise for its depth and emotional resonance. encouraged by her family’s unwavering support, she embarked on a path that led her to jyp entertainment, where her talent would be nurtured and polished to perfection. in the rigorous world of k-pop training, y/n’s dedication and natural ability set her apart, particularly her ability to convey emotion through every lyric and melody.

selected for her exceptional vocal skills, y/n found herself among the chosen few to join 4ura, a newly formed girl group at jyp entertainment. with three other members, each bringing their own strengths to the table, 4ura aimed to carve out a place in the competitive landscape of k-pop. for y/n, being part of 4ura wasn’t just about achieving stardom; it was about fulfilling a lifelong dream and sharing her music with the world.

as rehearsals filled her days and anticipation fueled her nights, song y/n stood on the brink of a future she had once only dared to imagine. with determination in her heart and the power of her voice as her guide, she was poised to make her mark as not just an idol, but as an artist whose presence on stage would resonate far beyond the lights of seoul.

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at the forefront stands y/n song, the group’s main vocalist hailing from the vibrant streets of new york city. blessed with a voice that effortlessly transcends genres, y/n’s journey to stardom is a testament to years of dedication and an unyielding commitment to her craft.

beside her is olivia wong, the group’s main dancer, whose electrifying moves reflect her upbringing in the bustling metropolis of hong kong. with a dance style that blends precision and grace, olivia brings a dynamic energy to 4ura’s performances, captivating audiences with every fluid motion.

adding to the group’s allure is minjeong kim, renowned as 4ura’s visual, drawing inspiration from the natural beauty of jeju island. with a magnetic presence that commands attention, minjeong’s ethereal charm and captivating gaze make her an undeniable visual powerhouse within the group.

completing this quartet of talent is autumn yang, the group’s main rapper with roots tracing back to the sun-drenched shores of california. autumn’s sharp lyricism and charismatic delivery bring a fresh perspective to 4ura’s music, adding depth and diversity to their sound.

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beyond their individual talents, 4ura thrives within the supportive community of jyp entertainment, fostering close relationships with labelmates nmixx, stray kids, itzy, and twice. from collaborative performances that electrify audiences to backstage camaraderie that strengthens their bonds, 4ura and their fellow jyp artists form a tight-knit family united by a shared passion for music and a drive to push boundaries.

as they prepare to debut on stages both local and global, 4ura stands poised to make an indelible mark in the world of k-pop. with their unique blend of talent, charisma, and ambition, they are ready to carve out a place among the stars, promising a future where their music will resonate far and wide, leaving an unforgettable imprint on the hearts of fans everywhere.

everything is so perfect right now. what could possibly ruin this beautiful moment?

[badasmuse]

“Homewrecker”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), lowercase intended, language, cheater!bada, bottom!bada, bada is married to h*wl, bada has a daughter, top!reader, lonely bada, she also cries, appearance from itzy’s yuna

Summary: bada is lonely, you fix that.

Part 2 Here

you absolutely loved children. ever since you were fifteen when you started babysitting for your neighbor that’s when you knew. you actually wanted to start your own daycare but you wanted a degree so you decided to take a few online classes in early childhood education. but, going to college meant you need money for books and such so you never stopped babysitting. but your usual child’s father came back into her life making you jobless once again, so when you received a text from an unknown number stating she got your number from her friend you jumped with joy. and that’s how you started working for bada lee and her husband.

on your first day, you pull up to the extremely big house, you’re nervous. you keep thinking, what if i lose this kid in this big ass house.

there’s a tall woman and a slightly shorter male standing in the doorway holding a little girl. she looks about seven. you step out of the uber and approach the little family. “hi i’m y/n. i’m looking for ms. lee?”

“that’s me.” she steps out shaking your hand. “you can call me bada. this is my husband howl, not his real name but as a dancer it’s just what he goes by, and our daughter chaeyoung. come in.”

you follow the woman in and dude when i tell you this house is huge. you could probably fit three semi trailers stacked on top of each other in here. with the wheels still on and everything. you’re too busy admiring the house to hear what bada is saying.

“got that y/n?” is all you hear.

“huh? oh i’m… im sorry i was admiring your house i didn’t hear a thing. could you… repeat that?” you say shyly.

“oh no problem. this is a list of people you can call if you can’t get in touch with either of us. always try lusher first she’s my best friend she’ll always be able to get ahold of me. i’ll be out at the studio a lot this month because i’m choreographing a few comebacks and howl is getting ready to go to japan to teach some classes. i will be back around nine tonight. here’s chae’s bedtime routine. she’ll try to stay up past eight thirty, if she fights let her because she’ll fall asleep in the next five minutes. you can just lay a blanket over her on the couch and i’ll carry her to the room when i come back. is that too much at one time?” bada asks after literally vomiting a shit ton of information.

“no no i think i got it all. also, if you’re gonna be dancing, i don’t mind carrying her to her room. you’ll be tired and probably want to shower, i can handle it.” you say smiling.

“if you can i’d appreciate it. oh we have to go. chae you be good for y/n okay? i mean it.” bada says crouching in front of the girl who just nods in response before hugging her mother tight and hugging her father’s leg.

soon, it’s just you and her. boy did she give you a run for your money. you did lose her in the house while playing hide n seek. she made you play dress up with her. she took your phone and hid it, spilled apple juice everywhere, and even went into her parent’s room and took one of her mom’s lipsticks.

by now it’s eight thirty and she surprisingly went to bed without an issue, which you were grateful for because now you have to clean the mess in the kitchen and living room.

“hi i’m home.. y/n?” you hear bada say.

“kitchen!” you respond.

“what.. happened?”

“oh she spilled apple juice. this- here. she took this from your room. um, do you mind calling my phone?” you mumble.

bada sighs and goes into a room before coming out with your phone in hand. “i’m sorry she did this to the last babysitter, and the one before. if you don’t want to continue just let me know okay?” she says helping you clean the apple juice.

you look up at her and see the sweat dripping down her face, the tired look in her eyes. she’s obviously struggling. “what time should i be here tomorrow?”

her eyes light up and she smiles brightly. “um, same time okay? it’ll just be me and her, my husband will be gone early.”

“i’ll be here. go shower. i’ll finish up and make my way out of here.” you pick up the used paper towel, throwing it in the garbage.

thirty minutes later she emerges from the bathroom dressed in a new pair of sweats and a tank with her wet hair flowing down her back.

“i’ll get your uber home. can you put your address in here?”

*

now it’s been four months and man, the feelings you feel towards this woman are crazy.

“she’s just so.. fine, yuna.” you say to your best friend. “when she comes home from the studio and she’s dripping with sweat. you know how hard it is to not jump on her?”

yuna laughs, “isn’t she married?”

“yes but… come on. her husband is never really there. she’s always tired and probably sexually frustrated. i could fix that for her for real.” you say taking the drink from her.

“that’s mine.” she sighs, “well are you gonna go for it?”

“i don’t know, should i? what if i get fired?” you say.

“then you get fired. come on i’ll drop you off. it’s almost time.”

once you arrive at the house, you knock and wait, watching yuna pull off. bada opens the door and looks at you surprised. “y/n? what are you doing here?”

you blink, “it’s.. saturday?”

“oh! oh i’m so sorry. first come in.” she steps to the side, “i’m sorry, chaeyoung is with her grandmother for today. i thought i told you. probably forgot i was doing so much this morning. i feel so bad you probably ubered here, let me pay you for that and i’ll get you one back.”

“my friend dropped me off. i can ask her to come get me.” you say sending a quick text to yuna.

“well have you eaten? let me get you something.” she says.

“i’m okay i’m not hungry.” at least, not for food.

“well.. here’s a water bottle. i’m so sorry.”

“it’s okay bada. my schedule is open.” you look at the reply from yuna and sigh. “actually could you get the uber? my friend is busy, she won’t be able to come get me for at least an hour or so.. unless you don’t mind me waiting?”

“i don’t mind. i actually wanted to talk to you about chaeyoung.” she says sitting next to you.

“what is it?”

“i’m not too sure what you’re doing but.. she used to be terrible in school, behavior wise, and ever since you came along it’s changed. what are you doing with her? what can i do to make sure she doesn’t act that way once you get your degree and stop working for me?” bada sighs, leaning back on the couch.

“bada,” you turn your body to face her, “the issue with chae is you don’t give her enough attention. i know both you and howl work a lot. it happens. but she tells me all the time how she wishes at least you were here more often. she’s lonely. it’s only her and you stick her with a bunch of strangers. she told me she feels happy when i’m here because even tho i’m leaving, i still make her happy because i’m giving her the attention she craves.”

bada wipes a tear from her cheek, “i try. it’s just hard. i want to be here. then howl took that stupid job traveling to different countries like he doesn’t have a wife and child at home. i feel like i’ve been snapping at her which is why i sent her with her grandmother. i wanted to.. be with my husband and he’s not even here he went to america. i wanted to talk to him about this.”

you pull bada in for a hug and rub her back as she cries into your shoulder. “you’re doing the best you can, bada. you can’t be too hard on yourself. howl should’ve thought about that before he left. he needs to understand you need help.” you say softly.

bada pulls back and looks at you, “you really think i’m doing my best?”

“i do.”

there’s a tension filled silence as you look at each other. you don’t know what fueled you but you lean in and kiss her on her lips before pulling back quickly. “oh shit i’m sorry you’re married-“

she cuts you off with another kiss gripping your shirt. this one is a lot more desperate. “please…” she mumbles against your lips. “i need this please.. please don’t go.” she whines.

“your room.” you say and she stands up pulling you into the bedroom she shared with howl.

she pushes you on the bed and climbs on top of you finding your lips again as your hands trail under her shirt. you pull it off her and she whines.

“relax baby, i’ll make you feel good, just be patient.” you turn her on her back kissing her neck and down to her chest. lifting up her bra you attach to her nipple, sucking gently and she moans. you pinch the other one with your fingers and her hips buck up against you, looking for friction.

“keep your hips down.” you whisper, kissing down her stomach. you leave marks on her hip bones and she moans your name.

“y/n please… please i want you so bad!” she writhes on the bed.

you pull her shorts off and she’s not wearing anything under them. “made this easy for me huh? oh you’re so wet for me bada.” you run a finger over her clit and her leg jerks. you put her leg on your shoulder and make eye contact with her. “can i?”

“please y/n please do- OH!” she moans out when your tongue makes contact with her clit. her hands clutch the sheets as you suck on her clit, sticking two fingers in her.

her breath hitches and she lets out loud moans, “oh my god s-so good! please more!”

you insert another finger curling them up into her spot. she lets out a squeal. “why are you so good at this?” she moans, hands going to your hair as she fucks herself onto your fingers. “i’m cumming!”

you speed up your fingers, flicking your tongue skillfully and she cums with a scream, your name falling off her lips.

you pull your hand out giving her a minute to breathe. “you okay?” you run her lower stomach gently.

“i need… more. please? i have.. have toys in my sock drawer.” she pants.

you walk over to where she points and find a different array of toys. “oh you’re kinky.”

“please use whatever you want. make me your slut. please.” she whines.

you bite your lip, grabbing the dildo, a vibrator, and some handcuffs. “you mind?”

“oh please!” she moves her hands to the headboard, letting you cuff her to it. “i-i can eat you out while you fuck me. you can sit on my face.”

you shiver at the thought before stripping and doing what she wants. her tongue skillfully explores you and you question how she let a man trap her with a tongue like that? you lean forward and put the dildo in her, immediately thrusting it in and out of her while putting the vibrator on her swollen clit. she moans into you and pulls at the cuffs. you’re worried she might be uncomfortable so you lift up but she whines loudly. “i’m not finished!”

you sit back down, thrusting the toy faster and turning up the speed on the vibrator. you let out a moan trying not to grind on her face. you move when she starts to mumble something.

“what did you say baby?”

“use me. use me to get yourself off. make me your personal tuck toy.” she moans out.

you moan as you move back onto her face doing as she asks all while you fuck into her tight count with the dildo. you’re close and you know she’s close from the way her moans get higher. she latches onto your clit sucking roughly as you pound the dildo into her gspot and you’re both cumming with loud moans. you remove the toys and she squirts all over her bed. you get off her and rub her clit, helping her ride out her high.

“okay! okay i’m done i can't…i’m done please!” she moans pulling the cuffs.

“give me one more. let me make sure you’re 100% satisfied. you might not get it this good for a while.” you whisper.

she whimpers and cums one last time, her juices flow out of her and you caress her thigh gently.

“so good for me bada. did such a good job.” you uncuff her and she pulls you in for a kiss. you can taste yourself on her tongue.

“thank you.” she whispers. “i needed that. god i needed that.. tell your friend nevermind. stay with me.”

“what about your husband? and chae?” you ask.

“he’s gone for a week, chae will be back tomorrow night. after i take a nap i want to go again.” she groans, turning on her side.

grabbing your phone, you tell yuna to just bring your backpack that has your strap instead and you lay down next to bada. she immediately moves her head onto your chest and sighs, falling asleep.

that was a lot easier than you thought it would be.

[riverashifts]

@ RiVERASH1FTS ᰔᩚ . ݁ 🎀 ͘ ࣭ 🎱 ⸰

⌗ 제이's GiRL : below is my dr list! warning it is extensively long.. like very long because i'm batshit crazy and insane, but i am free 🕊️

˳ ׄ ⟡ ◌ ⃘ beauty, youth, good fortune, even love itself, cannot keep care and pain ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡‏‏‎ 𓏸𓈒 loss and sorrow, from the most blessed for 𖦹 ˚   ⊹   ♡ into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and sad and dreary ( little women 1868 )

꒰ྀི　K-POP　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 enhypen eighth member

⁰⁰² 𓈒 enhypen seventh member

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 enhypen twelfth member

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 enhypen seventh member (poly)

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 enhypen eighth member (gg)

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 stray kids eighth member

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 aespa fifth member

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 newjeans sixth member

⁰⁰⁹ 𓈒 (g)i-dle seventh member

⁰¹⁰ 𓈒 itzy sixth member

⁰¹¹ 𓈒 le sserafim sixth member

⁰¹² 𓈒 3racha fourth member

⁰¹³ 𓈒 xdinary heroes seventh member

⁰¹⁴ 𓈒 txt fifth member

⁰¹⁵ 𓈒 ive seventh member

꒰ྀི　OWN GRP　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 bratz!

⁰⁰² 𓈒 monster high

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 idol stars (unnamed grp)

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 v.e.x

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 by the stars (vers. 1)

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 by the stars (vers. 2)

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 eclipse

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 atlantis

⁰⁰⁹ 𓈒 celeste

⁰¹⁰ 𓈒 loveloop

⁰¹¹ 𓈒 lovex

⁰¹² 𓈒 honey

⁰¹³ 𓈒 mydol / miraculous x idols

⁰¹⁴ 𓈒 envy / marvel x idols

⁰¹⁵ 𓈒 moxie

⁰¹⁶ 𓈒 girls planet 999 (unnamed grp)

⁰¹⁷ 𓈒 produce series (unnamed grp)

⁰¹⁸ 𓈒 yin&yang

⁰¹⁹ 𓈒 pink punk

⁰²⁰ 𓈒 (unnamed nct type grp)

⁰²¹ 𓈒 retrograde

⁰²² 𓈒 gloss

⁰²³ 𓈒 meow

꒰ྀི　SOLOIST　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 holly

⁰⁰² 𓈒 star

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 king

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 nabi

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 quae

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 vera

꒰ྀི　MIRACULOUS　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 nagara

⁰⁰² 𓈒 vespera

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 miraculous academy

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 mydol / miraculous x idols

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 miraculous (feat. idols)

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 miraculous x marvel

꒰ྀི　MARVEL　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 marvel

⁰⁰² 𓈒 miraculous x marvel

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 envy / marvel x idols

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 black widow

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 agatha all along

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 marvel (feat. idols)

꒰ྀི　HOGWARTS　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 golden trio ('80 liner)

⁰⁰² 𓈒 golden trio ('76 liner)

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 golden trio / slytherin boys

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 modern golden trio

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 hogwarts (feat. idols)

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 marauders (feat. idols)

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 beauxbatons student

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 canadian school student

꒰ྀི　FAME　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 actress & singer

⁰⁰² 𓈒 actress¹

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 actress²

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 actress³

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 model & actress

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 rapper

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 katseye sixth member

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 k-drama actress

⁰⁰⁹ 𓈒 nepo baby¹

⁰¹⁰ 𓈒 nepo baby²

⁰¹¹ 𓈒 1950s actress

⁰¹² 𓈒 band (unnamed)

⁰¹³ 𓈒 bake off competition show

⁰¹⁴ 𓈒 lifestyle reality show

⁰¹⁵ 𓈒 minecraft youtuber

⁰¹⁶ 𓈒 lifestyle youtuber

⁰¹⁷ 𓈒 learn/travel vlogger

⁰¹⁸ 𓈒 author

⁰¹⁹ 𓈒 sugar baby & singer

⁰²⁰ 𓈒 boysworld sixth member

⁰²¹ 𓈒 movie director

⁰²² 𓈒 backup dancer / choreographer

꒰ྀི　MOVIE / SERIES　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 my demon

⁰⁰² 𓈒 business proposal

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 descendants — enchantress

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 descendants — queen of hearts

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 descendants — mad hatter

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 ever after high

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 pokémon

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 outerbanks — pogue

⁰⁰⁹ 𓈒 outerbanks — kook

⁰¹⁰ 𓈒 outerbanks (feat. idols)

⁰¹¹ 𓈒 the fosters

⁰¹² 𓈒 criminal minds¹

⁰¹³ 𓈒 criminal minds²

⁰¹⁴ 𓈒 enhypen next door

⁰¹⁵ 𓈒 h2o

⁰¹⁶ 𓈒 k-12

⁰¹⁷ 𓈒 hometown cha cha cha

⁰¹⁸ 𓈒 summer strike

⁰¹⁹ 𓈒 narnia

⁰²⁰ 𓈒 spirited

⁰²¹ 𓈒 how to train your dragon

⁰²² 𓈒 part time idol

⁰²³ 𓈒 princess diaries

⁰²⁴ 𓈒 the princess switch

⁰²⁵ 𓈒 princess & the pop star (princess)

⁰²⁶ 𓈒 princess & the pop star (pop star)

⁰²⁷ 𓈒 the school of good and evil

⁰²⁸ 𓈒 camp half blood

⁰²⁹ 𓈒 camp half blood (feat. idols)

⁰³⁰ 𓈒 the thundermans

⁰³¹ 𓈒 wizards of waverly place

⁰³² 𓈒 sky high

⁰³³ 𓈒 squid game

⁰³⁴ 𓈒 to all the boys i've loved before

⁰³⁵ 𓈒 wednesday

⁰³⁶ 𓈒 twinkling watermelon

⁰³⁷ 𓈒 starstruck

⁰³⁸ 𓈒 lemonade mouth

⁰³⁹ 𓈒 shameless

⁰⁴⁰ 𓈒 yellowjackets

⁰⁴¹ 𓈒 maleficent

⁰⁴² 𓈒 little women

⁰⁴³ 𓈒 gilmore girls

⁰⁴⁴ 𓈒 island princess

⁰⁴⁵ 𓈒 diamond castle

⁰⁴⁶ 𓈒 mermaid tale

⁰⁴⁷ 𓈒 fairy secret

⁰⁴⁸ 𓈒 princess charm school

⁰⁴⁹ 𓈒 fashion fairytale

⁰⁵⁰ 𓈒 mean girls

⁰⁵¹ 𓈒 wicked

⁰⁵² 𓈒 the good place

⁰⁵³ 𓈒 arcane

⁰⁵⁴ 𓈒 victorious

⁰⁵⁵ 𓈒 sam & cat

⁰⁵⁶ 𓈒 big hero six

꒰ྀི　BOOK / FANFIC　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 renegades

⁰⁰² 𓈒 renegades (feat. idols)

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 the lunar chronicles

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 heartless

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 the folk of the air

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 shatter me

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 you don't have a shot

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 say please

⁰⁰⁹ 𓈒 hideout

⁰¹⁰ 𓈒 the tale of geoji & jinsil

⁰¹¹ 𓈒 chanwitch

⁰¹² 𓈒 dollhouse

⁰¹³ 𓈒 paragon academy of aces

⁰¹⁴ 𓈒 geronimo stilton

⁰¹⁵ 𓈒 dark moon

꒰ྀི　MISC.　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 idol school

⁰⁰² 𓈒 boarding school

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 teacher

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 ideal fan / better cr

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 y/n life / better cr

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 wag / better cr

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 concert experience

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 eternal summer

⁰⁰⁹ 𓈒 eternal summer (multi)

⁰¹⁰ 𓈒 waiting room — circular room

⁰¹¹ 𓈒 waiting room — cloud castle

⁰¹² 𓈒 waiting room — bookstore/cinema

⁰¹³ 𓈒 waiting room — storyline

⁰¹⁴ 𓈒 jeu imaginaire

⁰¹⁵ 𓈒 pirate life

⁰¹⁶ 𓈒 fantasy world — royalty

⁰¹⁷ 𓈒 fantasy world — charmed

⁰¹⁸ 𓈒 fantasy world — unnamed

⁰¹⁹ 𓈒 fantasy world — supernatural academy

⁰²⁰ 𓈒 fantasy world — pixie hollow

⁰²¹ 𓈒 christmas wonderland

⁰²² 𓈒 royalty

⁰²³ 𓈒 women-only paradise

⁰²⁴ 𓈒 farm life / minecraft

��²⁵ 𓈒 eternal childhood

⁰²⁶ 𓈒 cottage witch

⁰²⁷ 𓈒 village life

⁰²⁸ 𓈒 iykyk 😝

⁰²⁹ 𓈒 spy academy

⁰³⁰ 𓈒 college life

⁰³¹ 𓈒 bakery / café owner

⁰³² 𓈒 small town

⁰³³ 𓈒 street racer

⁰³⁴ 𓈒 (post) apocalypse

[fanfiction4sooya]

Masterlist

Hi guys! Just a quick introduction: I'm Lua, 27 brazilian woman who loves to write. This blog is for kpop girl groups and gg's only. I write for fun and for fun only, so I don't like angst and will probably write it only under request (and I can say no if it makes me uncomfortable bc I'm really bad at it).

I try to be as polite and gentle as a human possibly can, but I can and will set boundaries (and be mean) if I have to. (Some people tend to go crazy since they are anonymous)

Mainly a NSFw blog focused on Sub F!R x Dom Idol and Idol x Idol; but feel free to request Dom Fem!R :) I write imagines, thoughts, MTL, polygamous relationships (3 people only) and honestly a lot of other stuff, just check with me on my ask box and I'll let you know!!

I only write smut for girls with legal age/people I'm comfortable writing for;

If I see spam in my ask box I won't respond and probably will delete it, I definitely do not to want to bring any negative attention towards anyone, nor shame anyone.

I don't write about any disorders at all.

Do NOT call me mommy under any circumstances, I'll be rude to you if you do.

Please be kind to each other! 💖

My favorite groups are:

BP, Dreamcatcher, Itzy (Top 3). Twice (For the n*zi shirt incident I chose to NOT write for Chaeyoung, no hate for her or those who write for her), Red velvet, IVE, Loona, WJSN, New Jeans (But I don't write for them), Le Sserafim, XG, G- Idle, aespa, SNSD and VIVIZ

Soloists: Yena, Bibi, Eunbi, BoA, Sunmi, CL, Chungha, Soojin

Dancers: NoZe, Lee Jung.

So here are the links for what I write. Fics are blue, imagines are pink, asks and requests are red!

BlackPink:

Crazy over you - Jisoo x Fem! Reader

Dom! Jennie x bimbo reader

Dreamcatcher:

Office game - Handong x Yoohyeon

Happy Su-A day!

Itzy:

Annoyingly you (A! Chaeryeong/ O!Lia)

Hot wife Chaeryeong

BFF's Yeji and Chaeryeong

Power Bottom Chaeryeong

Soft love making with Chaeryeong

Pervy neighbor chaeryeong

No rush (Yeji x F!R)

Le Sserafim:

Make me yours (Sakura X Yunjin)

Can't save you now (Sakura x Chaewon x Kazuha)

Speak up (Dom Kazuha x F!Sub reader)

Lakers Yunjin fucking you

Sloppy head with Yunjin

Puppy needs (Hybrid Yunjin x F!Reader)

Dog hybrid yunjin claiming you

Just a quick lesson (Yunjin x F!Reader)

Twice:

Fire & Gasoline (A! Jihyo x O! Reader)

Pretty Pet (Sana x F! Reader)

Mornings with you (G!P Momo x F!Reader)

G!P Mina x F! Reader

Jealous Step mommy Sana (G!P)

MILF Sana x Maid F! Reader

Fisting with Step mom! Sana

G!P Doctor Sana x F! Reader

Rewarding Idol!Jihyo

Cockwarming w/ Jihyo

Masc! Jihyo

Possessive G!P Momo

Deep throat w/ G!P Mina

Sana x miyeon

GF Jeongyeon

Brat tamers Jeong and Sana

Loophole (sub nayeon x sub reader)

Sana overstimulating you

Twice as hybrids (g!p)

Jeongyeon bottoming for you

On edge (sana x F! Reader)

Cry for me (Dahyun x F! Reader)

Forbidden dream (G!p Nayeon x Fem! Reader)

G!p jeongyeon making you cum

Momo x chubby Fem! Reader

IVE:

Double Trouble (G!P Yujin x F!Reader x G!P Gaeul)

Rough G!P Yujin x innocent F!Reader

Yujin degrading F!Reader

Nerdy student Yujin

Cockwarming Yujin

G!P Gaeul w/ innocent tutor F!Reader

Birthday Sex w/ Wonyoung

Wonyoung x Bratty F!Reader

Riding hung Gauel

Wolf hybrid Yujin

My dream girl (Wonyoung x Liz) - Fluff

Possessive hybrid wonyoung

Loser yujin giving you head (G!P)

G-Idle:

A little relief (Shuhua x Miyeon)

Miyeon x Yuqi

Miyeon with a breeding kink

Somnophilia & Mimin

Thoughts on mafia boss Miyeon

Red Velvet:

Addictive (Wendy x F!Reader)

Possessive mommy Irene

Loyal dog (Sub A! Seulgi x Dom O! Reader)

Cult leaders RV fucking you

Alpha Seulgi helping on your first heat

Dirty thoughts about Irene

Joy + innocence kink

Aespa:

Mommy Karina

The closest to her (G!P Winter x F!R)

Gamer winter neglecting you

Dirty thoughts about ningning

Somnophilia with puppy minjeong

Call her now (Karina x Fem!R)

SNSD:

Let me help (Tiffany x F!Reader)

Fox hybrid yuri

Possessive alpha Tiffany

How big is alpha Bada/ Tiffany

Jessica Jung and F! R first time

Tiffany with younger gf

Somno w/ Tiffany on her birthday

WJSN:

Use me please (Exy x Dayoung)

XG:

Pillow princess Harvey

Loona: -

I'll be your sweet dream (Heejin X F!Reader)

Camgirl! yeojin

Thoughts on G!P Kim Lip

VIVIZ: -

KISS OF LIFE:

Kitty cat (Hybrid Julie x F!Reader)

SOLOISTS:

Yena:

Married Reader x Yena

Car sex w/ Yena

Eunbi:

Bitter (Eunbi x F! Reader)

BIBI:

Touchy BIBI

BoA:

Dom coded BoA

Sunmi:

CL:

Chungha:

Soojin:

DANCERS:

Bada Lee: NOT TAKING REQUESTS

Sly fox, dumb bunny (G!P Bada x F!Reader)

Alpha Bada

How big is alpha Bada/ Tiffany

Alpha Bada in rut

NoZe:

Making out with NoZe

Lee Jung:

Hard dom Lee Jung