#park chaeyoung drabble

[octoberautumnbox]

fromis as your girlfriend?

ok :DDDD

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You wrap your coat around Saerom and plant a kiss on her hair once you get the chance.

"I was kidding," she giggles, "I'm not that cold." Despite her words, she snuggles your coat a little bit more before she tries taking it off. However, the moment the skin of her hands are exposed to the frigid air, she shivers and rubs them together.

"There's no point in lying, Rommie. You're about as hard to read as a children's vocabulary book." Your hands meet her cheeks, a miscalculation on your part, and she shivers at how cold you are. Her eyes fill with a sort of shy sadness, but her quick thinking saves you both.

"Uhh, my legs are tired too. Carry me?" she asks bashfully, knowing you can't refuse her. Of course you oblige, and as you pick her up in a piggyback ride, she wraps both your and her coat around you to keep you warm too.

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The bowl clatters to the table, spilling its contents all over the surface. Your yelp is loud and sharp, reflecting the pain that covers four of your fingers in the hot soup.

"Fucking idiot," Hayoung grunts. She rushes to wipe your hand free of the liquid, while simultaneously righting and filling the bowl your dropped with cold water. She places it in front of you and dips your fingers inside.

"Be more careful next time." Her voice is stern like it always is when you get hurt. "I can't always be around to look after you and keep you safe. It's like you're doing all this on purpose, honestly."

Behind the scolding, you know her words come from a place of genuine worry and care. Of course they do; her heart can't bear seeing you in pain. Hayoung's gaze never leaves your hand, her fingers never leave your wrist. She has to make sure you're okay.

"It was just an accident, my beloved bread loaf. It wouldn't kill me." The worry in her eyes balloon more, as if she's near tears.

Ease her worries, pull her in and plant a kiss on her exposed forehead. "But okay, I'll be careful. I'm sorry."

Her gaze softens as she finally meets your eyes. A small smile forms at the corners of her mouth before her attention returns to your healing hand.

She fishes your fingers out of the bowl and carefully kisses each one after every word: "I love you too."

~~~

You find Jiwon outside the laundry room with her arms crossed in front of her chest and a finger between her teeth, evidently lost in thought. As you approach her, the smell of detergent overpowers you, and the sound of bubbles popping vigorously out of sight grows louder and louder.

She finally notices you getting closer, and she holds out her hand to stop you. "Okay, before you get mad, know that I did everything right. Something's broken."

"What did you-" you grunt, but as you round the corner and peer into the laundry room, you find the floor covered in suds and the washing machine whirring like it never whirred before.

"See? Broken." Jiwon places her hands on her hips proudly, proud to show none of this was her fault.

Your gaze flies to her in disbelief, and her features drop in disappointment. Her eyes meet the floor between her feet and her voice lowers in volume.

"You're mad," she mutters ashamedly, "I'm sorry, honey. I don't know what happened."

The washing machine finally stops whirring, but the lights all throughout your apartment flicker. You frantically rush for the circuit breaker and flip the master switch off, nearly slipping as you do, and darkness falls all around the two of you.

"It's alright," you sigh. You pat her on the shoulder and pull her in for a snuggle. "You're not hurt, honey?" Stroke her hair and comfort her, still wary that she might be keeping something else about the situation from you.

"Nope, I'm fine, but I have to own up to something: I maaaaybe forgot to read the instructions." Her laugh cuts through the tension of the situation, and you find yourself laughing with her. It'll be a headache tomorrow to get all this fixed, but for now, it's a welcome slow dance with your girlfriend in the dark.

~~~

The two of you head off to a nearby shade as Jisun hums happily at the sweet flavor of her ice cream. She's the type to take bites out of it, and while you found that a bit weird, it takes nothing away from how much you love her.

"What flavor is that again?" you ask while licking your lips free of your own ice cream. She takes a second before meeting your eyes, evidently really enjoying her cold treat.

"It's- Ahahaha, look at you!" She points to your chin while bellowing a hearty laugh. She nearly folds in half as her joy consumes her; each time she rises and takes in the sight of you, she laughs again.

Confused, you fish our your phone and inspect yourself in the screen. In your reflection you find a dab of your rocky road on your nose and a line of it from your lower lip to your chin. It suddenly connects what Jisun was laughing so hard about:

"I'm sorry, love, you a bit look like a clown!" She struggles to get her laughter under control, but loses it when you pull a funny face for her. She pounds your chest weakly, announces her sides are starting to hurt, and yet, her laughter never lets up.

There's no shame nor judgment in her reactions, and you know full well that she's only overflowing with joy to be spending a perfect day like this out with you. There's no harm in laughing at yourself once in a while, especially when you get to hear Jisun's as well.

~~~

You shut the door behind you and walk over carefully to Seoyeon's bed. She lifts up the covers and hurries you in despite you trying your hardest not to spill the ramyeon you cooked for her.

"Thaaank you, sweetheart," she cheers, taking the bowl and chopsticks from you and placing it carefully on her lap over the blanket. She cuddles up to you happily before taking her first bite of your cooking, and she shakes in contentment once the savory taste of the food washes over her tongue.

As the TV drones on in the background, you wrap her in a warm embrace. You have half a mind to scold her, wanting to tell her off for not getting up all day, but with a sight like this, you really hate to break the peace.

Instead, you watch as she devours the ramyeon bite by bite, her eyes never leaving the TV, and her head never lifting off your shoulder. The scent of her hair fills your nose, and the warmth of her body calms you down and releases tension you didn't even know you had.

"Say aaahhhhh." Seoyeon lifts up a bite of her ramyeon and blows on it, then brings it over to your mouth. She stares expectantly as she waits for you to open up, and who are you to decline?

She thoughtfully offers you the bite of her food, her food, and you eat it gratefully. Her eyes turn into crescents as her smile takes over her features, and for a moment you take in the beauty of Lee Seoyeon.

~~~

You snap what might be the millionth picture of her today, probably not even she knows how many you've taken for her so far, and hand your phone back to her for inspection.

"Hmm, no, still not it. Take a few more." She walks back to the wall and strikes another hot pose. Her finger flies towards the stairs, and you understand that she wants you at a higher vantage point for a better angle.

You take a number of steps up the flight, and point your lens at her once more. "Chae, please, we've been here for hours. Can't you just pick the best one?" you whine, but you still fulfill your duty of snapping pictures of her. The light from the flash washes over her features and figure, and you're once again reminded that she's gorgeous. Why even whine about merely taking pictures when this is your muse?

She swipes back your phone and scrolls through your gallery, carefully scrutinizing each photo. She settles on one, and favorites it. "Hehe, thank you, baby. Send all those to me except that one with the heart. "

You take back your phone and find the photo she's talking about, and you notice that by her standards it's the best one out of them all. She flashes a beautiful smile at you, no more pictures, as she wraps you in a warm and grateful embrace.

"Why not this one? I thought you'd like it the most."

"It is! And that one you keep for yourself. Only for your eyes." She kisses you playfully on the lips before smiling again, "For being the best boyfriend ever."

~~~

The live band fills the room with a sophisticated symphony, all the while pieces of silverware clink against plates and hushed, faraway voices of the snooty and rich reach your ears. You try your best to ignore the atmosphere of this fancy dinner, with the only thing in the world making it semi-bearable having a terrible time as well.

"I can't believe I let you drag me all the way out here." Nagyung's knife clacks against the fine porcelain making up her plate, most probably leaving scratch marks on the priceless dinnerware. She retrieves a poorly-cut bite of the tough steak, sighs, and eats it anyway. Nagyung spends a bit more time than usual trying to chew the meat before ultimately swallowing with a grimace. "My mouth isn't made for food like this. I need pizza and Yakult."

"If I recall correctly," you retort, your voice unexpectedly harboring a harsh tone, "it's your fault we're here. You weren't satisfied with suffering alone and you just had to bring me along as a plus-one." The fish's pepper overwhelms your taste buds and you make for your glass of water again. Just one gulp is enough to wash it down, but the sheer amount of fish left on your plate disheartens you.

"Look, I'm sorry. I knew it'd be boring, but I didn't think it would be this bad," Nagyung sighs, shuffling her peas and corn around the plate. You can tell with how she sounds that she means it, and by the way that she acts that she regrets ever mentioning this to you.

Feeling guilty at losing your temper, you attempt to reassure her. It's the least you could do, once you realize how utterly disrespectful what you just said to her was, and try to make up for embarrassing her like that. "This ends at 11, right? Just enough time to get to that Italian place by the park before it closes?"

She looks up at you with a face riddled with shock, but then is quickly replaced with a shining grin. Her teeth gleam in the candlelight as her adorable giggles reach your ears.

"We can just about make it if we break four speeding laws on the way." Her tone is now filled with an unmatched excitement, like the first shot of espresso on a dull morning.

"Awesome. Pick up the pizza, stock up on Yakult, get the hell home. Perfect crime."

Nagyung laughs out loud, attracting the attention of a few others near your table. She covers her mouth, but the smile never leaves her eyes as she whispers: "Are we stealing the pizza too? What do you mean 'crime?!'"

"Figure of speech, dummy," you declare as you twirl your fork in the air like a wizard, "But not completely off the table."

~~~

Jiheon flips the leaf over and over, examining every vein it has. Her eyes rake over the stalk to try and find any defining features at all, but her search evidently turns up nothing of value.

"What type of tree is this?" Her question is innocent, and she's so engrossed in the specimen that she even forgets to look at you.

"Damned if I knew. What am I, a tree-ologist?" Your joke steals her attention, but she responds with only a blank stare.

"Arborist," she says in passing, her attention turning back to the leaf. "They're called arborists."

"Right..." you mutter, shame rising to your cheeks at your apparently immature attempt at humor. Jiheon is too smart for you sometimes, and you don't always connect.

She picks a leaf off the branch and walks over to you. Your girlfriend drops it onto your palm and says "Keep, please. Wanna look up when we get home."

You nod and put the leaf away in your jacket pocket, and she watches as you expertly stow her specimen in a secure place on your person. Once the both of you are sure the leaf is safe, she clings to your arm and snuggles, the image of pure joy.

"What's gotten into you?" Your question is innocent and maybe a little bit dense, but it only serves to make her smile grow wider.

Jiheon snuggles more into your arm and even plants a kiss on your shoulder. She looks up at you with adoration, but something tells you she has one teeny bit of mischief up her sleeve.

"Nothing, you're just cute, that's all. Thank you." She kisses you on the cheek and refuses to explain any further. Her eyes look ahead as the two of you continue your stroll through her neighborhood.

Jiheon is too smart for you sometimes, and you don't always connect. In the rare times that you do, it feels like the world is right. But in the times that you don't, like now, it only reminds you how much more of her you're looking forward to seeing.

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a/n: that was fun! thank you for the great ask anon :DDDD

[itzyjinnie]

Kinktober Day 13 (🔞🍆💞)

G!P Ryujin × Rosé × AFAB!Reader - We've Missed You

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When you moved in with your best friend Ryujin you never expected to end up with a girlfriend, let alone 2 of them and they never failed to amaze you, as you walked up the stairs to bed you could hear Ryujin and Rosé whispering to eachother and giggling which could only mean one thing, they were up to something, your thoughts being confirmed the second you opened the door seeing them both lying on your bed smiling up at you with mischief in their eyes

"Come Here Baby, we've missed you" Rosé said butter dripping from her voice as Ryujin got up and pulled you into the room shutting the door behind you then turning to face you, smirking as she leant in for a kiss that quickly got heated, she blindly walked you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed making you fall backwards and your head fell perfectly into Rosé's lap as Ryujin climbed on top of you straddling your stomach watching as Rosé finally got her chance to kiss you as the cascade of blonde hair covered your face you could feel Ryujin fiddle with the buttons on your shirt that she quickly took off leaving you in nothing but your underwear but even that didn't last long

Rosé got up from her spot, helping Ryujin rid you of the last of your clothes then going back to you on the bed but not before taking off her own clothes and getting in position that just so happened to be her straddling your face hovering her pussy just centimetres away from your lips and it didn't take a genius to figure out what the older blonde wanted you to do so you took grasp around her thighs pulling her closer to you wasting no time licking a swipe through her glistening folds

While you were doing that Ryujin got busy herself, positioning herself between your legs getting ready to worship your body, starting with her tongue circling your clit making you release a moan, the vibration causing a chain reaction as you heard Rosé let out a whine of your name as she bucked her hips faster on your tongue

Ryujin took her time making out with your increasingly sensitive bud as you did the same to Rosé's, the Younger blonde then thrust her fingers inside you, knuckle neep, spreading you open before positioning her hard member at your soaked entrance and pushing in, her dick feeling way better than her hands did and she pumped in and out of you at varying speeds while also leaning over you to meet Rosé's lips in a match of tongue tennis fighting for dominance which Ryujin won

The room was filled with so many lewd noises as Ryujin fucked you to orgasm, Rosé also getting closer as you continued painting on her clit with your tongue and Ryujin that took Rosé's small hard nipples between her finger tips knowing just how to make to older girl reach her high before reaching her own as she pulled out of you shooting her load onto your stomach

The 3 of you collapsing next to eachother in an exhausted snuggle pile not ever bothering to clean yourselves up as sleep took over you like a tonne of bricks, with you in the middle, arm slung protectively across Rosé's waist as Ryujin mirrored your position, kissing you both on the cheek before succumbing to her own tiredness

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[hwabyul4wheesun]

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A/N: some pictures will change over time, just don't pay any mind to that

[puphyo]

idk if you write for chaeyoung but something with nd!little chaeyoung :(

omg absolutely i love little nd!chae! gigi and i have quite a few ideas for little chaeng, but i’m going to go over the basics w a lil drabble!

also i apologize for vanishing for a while. i was working through the summer, and i work in construction so i’d work ridiculous hours and come home exhausted so i just never could write and have spent the past few months dealing w personal struggles but am now mostly in the right headspace for this! btw asks are open and i love giving my person hcs and writing small drabbles, i don’t think i’ll be able to write a full story part for a while though :( i have some stuff coming up that will be keeping me busy :)

to the rest of the members, sometimes when chaengie is little, she can be a little overstimulating. she seeks attention in anyway she can get. whether that be dropping her (freshly filled) cup of juice on the carpet, following her unnies around and asking so many questions about everything, to swatting stuff out of the members’ hands just so they have to look at her for a bit.

all except for momo. instead of doing destructive things to seek momo’s attention, chaengie was sweet, seeing momo sitting on the couch alone was an open invitation for chaengie to sit next to her and ask momo about everything, and maybe if chaengie can convince momo to do so, they share food that either momo or one of the other members had made.

on good days, where chaengie’s neurodivergence doesn’t affect her as much, she sits happily with momo and one or two of the others, usually mina and dahyun, though hyun tends to be off in her own world. but momo listens to chaeyoung as she lays on her tummy, drawing in her sketchbook that she had been given as a gift for her small time a while ago, babbling to herself about how she should draw that and how it would look like her and her unnies when she was done, momo was always the first one to be shown what chaengie was drawing, holding her sketchbook up w a big toothy smile and a “wha’ think momo unnie??”

momo always smiles, takes a moment to look at the details, smiling when she noticed details about herself or the others, always gave chae a hug and told her it was so pretty and they had to go show the other unnies. chaeng would smile, her free hand flapping at her side and her little feet stomping on the floor in her joy, and practically drag momo out of whatever cozy position she was in to go show her unnies.

on bad days, however, where chaeyoung just has so much energy that she can’t get out, she gets overstimulating to a lot of the members. she vocally stims, making noises that affect the more noise sensitive members (mostly tzuyu, but sometimes hyunnie as well) or playing with three separate types of toys at the same time. playing with blocks, stuffies and somehow also drawing was a common sight for the twice members, and sometimes, she’s loud. it’s not that she means to be, she always promises she does her best, but she can’t seem to notice how loud she can be when she’s too full of energy.

but once she’s finally tuckered herself out, she can always be found by momo as long as momo is at the dorm, where she tends to be when chae is small, knowing the others struggle to care for a little one w adhd like chaeng has. tzuyu might be mostly nonverbal and sana is convinced tzu is on the autism spectrum, and jeongyeon, in the occasion she regresses tending to have ocd tendencies, like they only come out when she’s small, chaengie is a different ball park. only momo’s been able to keep up w the energy of small chaengie, happily dancing and playing with her, running up and down the halls only for momo to pick her up when momo loses the race (on purpose, but don’t tell chae) out of pride of the little one winning, for her to shout happily and then want to do it all over again, and sometimes, momo and mina both handle chaeyoung, mina’s calm presence helping chaeng calm down to where she falls asleep, lying on her tummy after a long day of being the resident hyper little one, momo will oick the little up from the floor, lie down with chaeyoung in chae’s bed, and both of them take a nap together.

chaeyoung curls into momo in her sleep, her hands grabbing at momo’s shirt and moving as close as she can be, momo wraps her arms around chae and presses a kiss to her forehead, tells chaeyoung she loves her, despite the little one being asleep, and despite momo trying to stay awake multiple occasions, she takes a nap w her little one, knowing when chaeng wakes up it will either be another chaotic day if she’s small, or a slightly less chaotic day if she’s not in her small headspace.

[issamultistan]

kinktober (reposted) | originally written in 2020

this series is entirely nsfw! please be warned, minors do not interact with ANY of my SMUT works.

summary: written in 2020, this kinktober was a small drabbles series where most of them are under 200 words! all of them contain a submissive, gender, and race neutral reader.

PLEASE REMEMBER TO READ CONTENT WARNINGS. some of these contain really sensitive content. with that being said, thank you for reading my work!

key/guide:

✧ = fluffy smut, ✦ = hard smut

☆ = angsty smut, ★ = humorous smut

☾ = my favorites, ☽ = audience favorites

♡ = any works, ♥︎ = special/full fics !!

♡ 1. jeong yunho — spanking. ✦

♡ 2. kang seulgi — dirty talk.

♡ 3. joshua hong — public sex. ✦

♡ 4. jung jaehyun ft. ‘97 line — bukakke. ✦ ☽

♡ 5. yoon jeonghan — humiliation. ☾

♡ 6. matthew kim — size kink. ✧ ☾

♡ 7. mark tuan — creampie.

♡ 8. im nayeon — latex/leather.

♡ 9. kang daniel — asphyxiation/breath play. ✧

♡ 10. choi beomgyu — edging.

♡ 11. kim seungmin — sadism/masochism. ✧

♡ 12. kim jungeun — mistress/slave. ✦

♡ 13. hwang yeji — corruption.

♡ 14. do kyungsoo — sensory deprivation. ✧

♡ 15. choi yuna — nipple play.

♡ 16. min yoongi — waxplay. ✦

♡ 17. lee ten — blood kink. ✦

♡ 18. bang chan — daddy kink. ☾

♡ 19. seo soojin — somnophilia. ✧

♡ 20. lee jeno — pet play. ✧

♡ 21. skz ‘00 line — double penetration. ★

♡ 22. johnny suh — glory hole.

♡ 23. chang seungyeon — shibari. ✧ ☾

♡ 24. son chaeyoung — voyeurism.

♡ 25. park sooyoung — boot worship. ✦

♡ 26. jeon jiwoo — shower sex. ✧

♡ 27. lalisa manoban — branding.

♡ 28. ahn heeyeon — mirror sex.

♡ 29. han jisung — omorashi. ✦

♡ 30. ha sooyoung — sex toys. ✧

♥︎ 31. hwang hyunjin — lingerie.

back to main kpop masterlist !

do not copy, rewrite, or translate any of my works. they are mine and they should be staying that way. any copying of my work will have you reported and blocked!

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[soyeonsbabygirl]

TWICE MASTERLIST !

Park Jihyo

Im Nayeon

Yoo Jeongyeon

Hirai Momo

Never Lose Me

Morning Kisses

Minatozaki Sana

Sisters Best friend Sana (Her birthday tribute <3)

Lip Gloss

ExFriends

Myoui Mina

Morning Kisses

Kim Dahyun

Son Chaeyoung

Chou Tzuyu

OT9:

Drabbles!:

Soft dom Mina

[magicshopaholic]

Getting Ahead (Jimin x OC)

Summary: You reflect on your past relationship with Jimin and wonder if history might be repeating itself.

Pairing: Jimin x OC

Genre: Exes; angst potential

Word count: 3.1 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: none

A/N: A little nervous about this one, not gonna lie. It was supposed to be another "story" story but ended up being a Sooah drabble instead. Features Chaeyoung in detail, and is set approximately four months after Never Have I.

Also, special shout-out to @oddinary4bts who read one fic a day and finished my entire masterlist in record time - plus reviews on each! This is the first fic she will read on release so, yay, Ella! Loved loved loved every single notification I got from you &lt;3

Tagging: @bbl32@ quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @dreaming-with-happiness @confessionsofamarshlily @jiminjhang @faearchives @margopinkerton @purpleseoul7

Listen to: “breathe” by anna nalick

jimin masterlist | main masterlist

Sooah had grown up in a blur. Her parents’ passive aggressive marriage, the aunts and uncles who’d moved in and moved out, the friend groups that evolved faster than a virus. Even her job was a blur; each event, scrambling to be put up, pulled off with hard work, and onto the next. 

It was all a blur. Sooah was used to the blur. She was the only thing that stood steady within the blur, unmoving, watching the chaos of teenage angst in a state of borderline dissociation. 

That was until Park Jimin entered her life, however, and suddenly her axis stumbled. He was clearer than anything else ever had been; he was sweet, he was kind, he loved to dance. He was shy and introverted, but he made her world go round.

Sooah watched Jimin pluck up the courage to tell her how he felt for months, and she was enchanted. He was all brains and maths and it was very impressive, but every time their gazes met for more than a second or their fingers accidentally brushed, all that shaky confidence melted into a series of stutters and he’d look away.

Eventually, Sooah asked him out after one of their study sessions. Truth be told, she hadn’t needed his help after the previous semester ended but she’d kept the routine going anyway, enjoying this blushing boy’s company more than expected. His cheeks predictably went pink but he nodded and Sooah, unable to resist smiling, promised to meet him later that week.

She also made the first move and kissed him at the end of their date; it didn’t seem like Jimin was going to risk crossing a line he wasn’t sure of and Sooah personally liked the fact that he cared enough to overthink it. She wasn’t going to handhold him forever, though; she promised herself that the next move would be his, and she waited nearly three months before he asked her officially to be his girlfriend.

Or, he didn’t quite ask. His exact words were So… does this mean I’m your boyfriend? Or are you - are you my girlfriend?

Given that this question was asked while they fooled around by the bushes behind her parents’ house, it took Sooah a little by surprise. She sat up on her elbows, ignoring the grass in her hair, and squinted at him.

Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Jimin?

No. I’m asking if - okay, yes. Yeah, I am. I guess.

You guess?

I am!

She giggled at his whiny exclamation, his eyes wide and dramatic, and kissed him in response. They progressed for the first time from the bushes to her parents’ couch that evening, feeling like they’d crossed the ultimate threshold,  until he had to leave for dance practice at Big Hit. 

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It’s no longer a blur. Not the same kind, at least. Now, it’s like a ride at the amusement park, one of those dangerous ones that goes in all directions - except she’s been on it at least five hundred times.

It’s unbecoming of her, a professional with a job, to be peeking at her phone every few minutes while she’s at a client site. She walks alongside her manager, pinstriped trousers and sharp heels, hoping she looks chic enough to blend in with the people at this fashion label that’s hosting a luncheon with a group of buyers next month.

It’s all about faking it till she makes it. Fake the fun, make the friends. Fake the studious nature, make the parents happy. Fake the confidence - make the event a success.

Her manager nudges her subtly then, asking her if she’s taking notes.

Of course she is. This is her job, her priority. Not even an absentee boyfriend can distract her from it. Once she’s done for the day, however, the boyfriend takes centre stage in her mind again. 

Sooah wants to text him again, but at this point, it will come off as clingy. Or paranoid, depending on the wording. The last text she sent him was Can we talk before you go to bed? It’s borderline desperate, not to mention pointless, for she’s sure he doesn’t even have his phone. 

It’s probably with his manager, or his stylist. He won’t get it until after practice, after the stage rehearsal, after the fitting, after the backstage filming. After that, someone will have ordered a disproportionately small amount of food for the group; the boys will inhale it and pass out in the car on the way to their dorm. Alex will most likely not even look at his phone until tomorrow morning.

Unfortunately, she knows these things.

Her fingers itch with the desire to send another text, a passive aggressive one this time. Not because it’s his fault really, but because the niceties aren’t getting his attention.

After a moment, though, she shakes her head and tosses her phone into the laundry bin for good measure, hoping to get rid of any temptation. It’s too early in this relationship to show her true colours, and there’s no telling if Alex will be up for a fight.

Fake the peace, make the relationship.

—

The sun is bright - too bright. Even in the cold of December, it’s too bright.

The sun is too bright, the coffee is too hot, the dude at the next table is too loud, and Sooah is too annoyed. She hangs on to the annoyance, though, somewhat enjoying how it’s making her walk faster, how people seem to be stepping out of her way on the pavements - it’s strangely cathartic, despite how unfair it is.

She keeps it going all the way to Chaeyoung’s apartment, knowing she’s about an hour too early to pick her up for their lunch and movie date. But she doubts Chaeyoung would mind; in the few months that she’s known the younger girl, Sooah has picked up on her slight discomfort with her roommate, Sungmi - and her boyfriend, Ice. 

She also thinks she’s picked up on a mild loneliness of sorts - the same one Sooah remembers she’d felt when she’d finished college and started working in Seoul by herself. Having finished high school in Seoul, she’d already had friends to begin with. Chaeyoung didn’t say it to her in so many words, but her delight in realising she’d made a friend outside of work was both sweet and transparent.

It initially amused Sooah, but being Chaeyoung’s friend has felt like one of the easiest relationships of her life so far, despite the bar being laughably low.

This neighbourhood isn’t the safest one Sooah has been to, but with one hand on her purse and the other clutching her keys, she hurries into the small building and up the flight of stairs. Chaeyoung throws open the door just as Sooah is about to ring the doorbell, and there are two quick shrieks in succession.

“Holy crap,” pants Chaeyoung, opening the door further and stepping aside. “Unnie, I wasn’t expecting you till -” She breaks off and pats the pockets of her pajamas for her phone and checks the time. “- at least another hour.”

“Yeah, I know,” mutters Sooah, trudging inside and sighing, realising only now how pathetic it could seem that she ambushed Chaeyoung in her own house. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t sit in that stupid coffee shop anymore. At first it was just pitying looks and subtle questioning, but then -” She huffs and falls into a chair at the small dining table “- one of the baristas brought me a pity muffin. Just to make it absolutely clear that I’ve been stood up, in case anyone had any doubts.”

“Oh, wow.” Chaeyoung winces. It’s clear she hasn’t even started getting ready yet; her hair is still in a bun and she’s still wearing what she presumably wore to bed. “Alex didn’t make it?”

“No, and I don’t even know why I’m surprised.” She waves a hand. “Sorry, don’t let me keep you. Take your time getting ready. I’ll wait.” 

“Yeah…” Chaeyoung bites her lip slowly. “I was going to text you, unnie…”

“No. No, Chae!” Sooah whines, her shoulders falling. “Not you, too!”

“I’m sorry! I just got the call a little while ago,” she says quickly. “I have to go to the office for a lunch meeting.”

“That is just perfect,” mutters Sooah, putting a hand to her forehead. “Today’s just one of those days, I guess, where everyone seems to be cancelling on me.”

“I’m really sorry,” repeats Chaeyoung, taking a seat next to her. “It’s a client meeting. It was supposed to be on Monday but then they cancelled and said that they were only free today - plus, this is like my first big project ever and I’m supposed to cover the entire history of the brand from inception…”

Chaeyoung is rambling. Sooah instantly feels guilty for lumping her in the same category as her boyfriend, so she nods, waiting for her to finish.

“- not wanting to be fired.” Chaeyoung swallows, eyes wide with guilt.

Sooah nods again. “It’s fine. Really. It’s your work, you don’t have a choice,” she elaborates, giving her a small smile when she sighs in relief.

Chaeyoung is quiet for a minute. "I'm sorry your date sucked," she ventures uncertainly. “Would you like a beer?”

Sooah nods absently, her gaze deliberately fixed on the mismatched salt and pepper shakers on the dining table. "It can't suck if it didn't happen."

“I’m sorry I added to it.”

“Don’t be. At least you have a genuine reason.”

“Alex doesn’t?”

“I don’t know!” Sooah blurts out in frustration. “Because he never actually called me.”

"Maybe he got busy,” suggests Chaeyoung, returning from the kitchen with two bottles and an opener. “Like, putting-out-a-fire-at-work kind of busy. Or his car broke down. Or he got in an accident!" When Sooah looks up at her incredulously, she shrugs self-consciously. "I - it's not ideal, but at least it's viable."

"Forget it," sighs Sooah after a moment, accepting the beer even though it’s seven degrees outside. "This wouldn't be the first time I've been stood up at a coffee shop."

She can sense that Chaeyoung wants to ask but is struggling not to. It warms her heart without meaning to, and she clinks her bottle with hers.

“Am I making you late?”

“Not at all,” replies Chaeyoung at once. “I don’t have to leave for a couple of hours.”

“I just can’t believe I’m back here,” says Sooah in a low voice. “After all these years, I’m right back where I started. I’m - I’m basically dating my ex all over again.”

Chaeyoung frowns. “What - wait, do you mean Jimin?”

Sooah nods, cringing inwardly. It’s not a fun thing to admit. “How do I choose these guys? How do I always end up in one of these relationships where I’m literally the last priority? And it’s my fault,” she adds, without waiting for Chaeyoung to respond, “because I pick these guys.”

“These guys,” repeats Chaeyoung slowly, “like, idols? Do you - do you always date idols?”

“No,” she huffs, “I’ve dated other guys. But after Park Jimin, this is probably my longest relationship to date.” She replays that in her head and shudders. “It’s pathetic, I know.”

“No judgement.” Chaeyoung pauses. “So, wait - is that why you’re with Alex? Is that, like, your type?”

“No,” answers Sooah immediately. “Alex and Jimin are nothing alike. It’s just their jobs that are similar and… I’m not a teenager anymore. I don’t have the time to stay up at night and worry about why my boyfriend hasn’t called me.”

“How long has it -”

“Eleven days.”

Chaeyoung’s eyes widen. “Eleven -”

“Eleven days since we’ve spoken on the phone,” confirms Sooah. “It’s just been one-word texts and missed calls, mostly from me. But, yeah, eleven days since I’ve actually heard his voice. And, no,” she adds, holding up a hand, “hearing his songs at Starbucks doesn’t count.”

Chaeyoung nods thoughtfully. “You know, that may not be the worst thing in the world. I mean, Hoseok has started this new thing where he warns me of a different disaster every day,” she says, rolling her eyes. “He acts like he wants to know how my day is going but then latches onto something stupid and gives me a whole lecture on it. Yesterday, it was about boiling water. He told me the steam could soften the plaster on the ceiling and lead to seepage. The day before that, it was about the dangers of the subway.”

Sooah squints, sensing that Chaeyoung might be losing the plot. “I don’t think this is… quite like that,” she says delicately. “Alex is basically AWOL, and Hoseok is…”

“An interfering arse, I know. You’re right, it’s not the same thing.” Chaeyoung sits back in her chair. “My point is… wait, hang on - do you want me to make a point?”

“What?”

“You know… do you want to actually talk about this or just vent and have me listen? Because I can do both,” she says earnestly.

“Oh.” It’s quite insightful of her, given how young she is, and Sooah is suddenly glad she landed up here an hour early. “Yeah, no, I can talk about it. Not angry enough to vent yet,” she points out.

“Alright. My point was… what does all this have to do with Jimin?”

Literally everything. 

Sooah bites her lip, reliving it for the millionth time. “This is exactly how it started with him. Everything was going well, he was sweet, he had dreams and I - I liked being that person,” she confesses. “I liked being that person he shared his hopes and dreams with, who got to see him grow and become big.” She sighs. “Until he got too big.”

“And is Alex getting too big?”

“No. I mean, not yet. I mean -” Sooah shakes her head. “I’m not trying to sound evil. I want him to be big, I want him to get what he’s been working for because he deserves it, but… where does that leave me?” she asks in a small voice.

“What do you mean? You’re right here.” 

“No, but when those guys started touring and all after debut, everything changed. Jimin changed.” Sooah wrings her hands in her lap. “It was like… like I was his life before, when he was sweet and shy and wore glasses, and now he was in the after, with orange hair and that stupid smirk. And I didn’t fit into that.” And then he dropped me a goddamn text.

“Is Alex changing?”

“No. I don’t know. It’s too soon to tell,” she admits. “But how productive of a person would I be if I ignored the similarities and made the same mistakes all over again? I mean, shouldn’t people be learning from their past relationships? Isn’t that the whole point?”

Chaeyoung opens her mouth as if to say something, but then seems to think the better of it.

“What?”

“What what?”

“You were going to say something.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Chae.” Sooah gives her a look. “Come on, you’re the smart one, wise beyond your years and all. Tell me.”

Chaeyoung half-chuckles, bringing one leg up on the chair and resting her arm on her knee. “I… don’t think you’re going to like what I have to say, unnie.”

“Wh- sure I will. Or I wont, but I can take tough love.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. Out with it.”

Chaeyoung licks her lips and observes Sooah for a moment. “I think… you’re being a little unfair to Alex.”

Sooah says nothing, not liking where this is going.

“I think everything you’ve told me so far has been about Jimin and not Alex,” she continues. “And I get it, it can’t be easy not hearing from him for days and getting stood up and stuff, but… would you be this worried if you’d never dated Jimin?”

“I think I’d be more worried. At least now I know it’s not about me. This is all him.”

“But which him?” Chaeyoung asks patiently. “Are you just projecting all of your… I don’t know, baggage with Jimin onto Alex? Because then you’re not even giving him a fair shot.”

Sooah was right; she doesn’t like where this is headed at all. “Would that really be the worst thing? Knowing what I know and using it to make an informed decision?”

Chaeyoung bites her lip and tilts her head, and it takes Sooah a moment to realise she’s solved her own crisis. She hates where this has ended up.

“I hate you.”

“Look, maybe you’re right and Alex doesn’t have the capacity for a relationship right now. In that case, just break it off before it gets ugly. But if you’re wrong and you think Alex can still make it work…” She shrugs again. “You can’t date your boyfriend and your ex-boyfriend at the same time.”

Fake the clarity, make the choice.

Sooah stares at Chaeyoung. “How old are you again?”

“Twenty-two.” She grins. “I know, I sound like I’m… thirty or something.”

Sooah scoffs, taking a large sip of her beer. “You don’t sound thirty, believe me. You sound… like, sixty-five.”

“Sixty-five.”

“Yeah. It’s good. I think I could use more sixty-five year old friends.”

“I’d be the fittest sixty-five year old you will ever know,” promises Chaeyoung, flexing a thin, largely invisible bicep. “Plus, then I’d be retired and wouldn’t have to work on a Saturday.”

“I’ll remind you you said that when you text me every single detail of the meeting like you did last time,” promises Sooah, drinking the last of the beer and standing up. “That’s my cue to leave.”

“You don’t have to,” begins Chaeyoung, but she stands up as well. “If Alex doesn’t get back to you by tonight, do you want to hang out?”

“Oh, if Alex doesn’t get back to me by tonight,” says Sooah, gathering her bag and making her way to the door, “I will have definitely progressed to the venting stage.”

—

It’s still a blur. Experiences, missed calls, tearful fights, passive aggressive texts. They’re all there, swimming around in a sea of deteriorating relationships, while Sooah struggles to pinpoint a time and place to each of them. She can’t, though, not when it’s a blur and the only tangible thing she can feel is the dull throb in her chest that seems to have no distinct cause, only a constancy impossible to ignore.

Sooah stares at her phone, big and black on her bed. She won’t call Chaeyoung tonight, no matter what happens. It’s just not the night. She’s going to have to have a tough conversation with at least one important person in her life, and it all depends on whether her past with Jimin has damaged her to the point of second-guessing every relationship she ever has in her life.

She thinks of the word Chaeyoung used. Baggage. Implying that it’s not Jimin that’s the problem, but whatever she’s still carrying from their time together, including the sweet and shy smile, all the way up to the orange hair and dumbass smirk.

Face the past head-on, make the future a little clearer.

Sighing, she picks up the phone.

—

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[joohyunslittlemonster]

I’m your Rosie

35: Did you do that to get my attention? 41: You just fainted into my arms, it’s hard to believe that you are fine 38: Am I in heaven? No you’re in the hospital Genre: Fluff Wordcount: 1,4k  Pairing: Rosé x Fem!Reader A/N: The first request from the list and also my first request ever! Hope you enjoy, I’ve never done something like this and it’s honestly a bit of a challenge but so much fun. Happy reading! ♥

Being whipped for Park Chaeyoung was something happening quickly. Her sweet personality paired with that pretty face of hers made it almost impossible not to want to give her the world.

You were lucky enough to be in her circle of friends, even without being a part of her famous Idol-World.  Nothing about you was really out of the extraordinary.  A normal girl, working a regular 8-hour job in a coffee-shop where nothing exciting happens. 

Well, that was until you spilled a drink on one of Korea's most beloved celebrities.  It wasn’t your fault, though. What did she expect, walking up onto the counter, ordering that damn Iced Latte? Her face was hidden behind a mask at first, but when you returned with her finished drink, she took it off to thank you properly; and before you were even able to scream the words ‘Oh my God,’ her shirt was full of coffee, and your wish to die on the spot was never so strong.  To your surprise, she didn’t hold it against you, no. 

She ended up apologizing for scaring you. 

After that incident, she became a regular in the store, claiming the coffee was too good to pass up and slowly, but surely you got used to her being around and learned enjoying her company.  Fast forward a couple of months, and you’ve met the rest of Blackpink, without any liquid you could spill in your hands, and most importantly: 

You developed a very unhealthy crush on Rosé and tried everything in your power to prove your worth to her. 

It wasn’t like she asked you to push yourself continually; to her, your friendship was like a “breath of fresh air”; her words.  She quickly noticed how you always compared yourself to all her famous and rich friends, trying to reassure you that she didn’t care that you couldn’t sing or dance or that most of your evenings were spent watching a movie on the couch.  But you were so caught up in your little bubble of overthinking that you overlooked her constant pleas for you to slow down. 

This time was no different. You got that idea of learning how to dance stuck in your head, and so you spent every free minute learning choreographies and having Lisa evaluate them.  Rosé tried to bring you down to earth, but other than that one time you were so keen on writing her a song, she couldn’t reach you.  So all she could do was watch with worry written all over her face how you followed the steps to ‘Boombayah’ while Lisa gave you basic tips on how to improve. 

“(Y/N) I think it’s time for a little pause!”

Rosé yelled over the loud music blaring in the practice room the three of you were currently in. 

You turned around, sweat dripping down your face and your breath erratic. 

She was sitting there, adorning sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail.  The word ‘stunning’ didn’t even do her justice, and all you could think about was how special she was; and how you weren’t. 

“Hey lover girl, I think she’s right. You made some great progress today, but you need rest.”

Lisa spoke lowly, and you weakly shoved her away from you. She’s been onto your true intentions since you asked her to be your mentor and teased you relentlessly for it. 

“No. You can leave if you want to, but I will stay. I want to get this right.”

You said, walking with wobbly legs towards the speaker to restart the song.  Lisa and Rosé exchanged a look, and while Rosé quickly shook her head, Lisa just shrugged her shoulders and got into position. 

“Alright then. 5, 6, 7 - are you okay?”

Lisa took a step forward, her voice laced with concern. You were standing frozen on the spot, all color fading from your face. 

“Hey, what’s going on?”

Rosé sprung up to her feet and sprinted over to you. Blood rushed in your ears, and the whole world around you started to spin. 

“I-I’m not feeling so good.”

You managed to choke out before everything turned black. 

You awoke to the whispers of familiar voices and the feeling of a soft hand holding yours. 

“Shh, I think she’s waking up.”

“She still looks a bit pale, don’t you think?”

“Everyone shut up, (Y/N). Can you hear me?”

You slowly opened your eyes, only to squeeze them shut a second after because of the bright light blinding you.

“Am I in heaven?”

“No, you’re in the hospital.”

You blinked a few times, before turning your head and looking into the faces of Lisa, Jennie, and Rosé. Two of them watched you with a slightly amused smile on their lips, while the blonde girl holding your hand had an unreadable expression on her face. 

“What happened?”

“You scared the hell out of me; that’s what happened.”

Rosé answered while squeezing your hand.  The door opened, and Jisoo came barging in with her hands full of snacks, but she was stopped by Lisa and Jennie, who muttered something about leaving you some space.  Now being alone with Rosé, you tried to look her in the eye, which she avoided, and you grew more worried by the second.

“Rosie, I’m fine.”

You tried to calm the situation.

“You just fainted into my arms; it’s hard to believe you are fine.”

Rosé snapped back, and you almost flinched because of how mad she sounded.  She caught your reaction and mumbled a quick apology before running her free hand through her hair.  An awkward silence settled over the both of you, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. Guilty for clearly worrying her and how great it felt to hold her hand and have her undivided attention.

“I’m sorry. I should have listened to you and taken a break; I didn’t drink too much the entire day.”

“You should listen to me more in general.”

She said with a sigh.

“This needs to stop (Y/N). I appreciate you trying to impress me or whatever it is you’re doing, but this is proof that you need to look out for yourself. I’m trying so hard to tell you that you don’t need to change and that you don’t need to do the things I do for a living to be a good friend in my eyes.”

“Yeah. A friend.”

You chuckled and immediately felt heat rising into your face. Shit.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Rosé asked and looked at you with confusion in her eyes as you let go of her hand.

“You don’t get it. All of this time, I’m just trying to prove myself to you. That I’m more than just a boring girl, that...that I maybe can be more than just a...friend.”

You averted your eyes to the ceiling and took a deep breath.

“I’m truly sorry for making you worried.”

“Did you do that to get my attention?”

Rosé’s voice was quiet, she almost sounded hurt, so you quickly answered.

“The fainting? No. The dancing, the terrible singing, the gifts? Yes.”

A few moments passed, where you felt your heart beating in your throat and tears stinging in your eyes; until a small giggle brought your attention back to the girl next to you.  She had her hand before her mouth, but you could see her body shaking with silent laughter.

“Out of every reaction, I never thought that would be it.”

You said while a little smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

“Sorry, Sorry, it’s just...your singing was really terrible; if you wanted to impress me with that, you really should upgrade your game.”

“Rude.”

You scoffed. Rosé reached for your hand again and softly intertwined your fingers, shooting sparks all over your body. She slowly leaned closer until she could put her head onto your shoulder.

“You are so special to me. You would’ve realised that if you would have just payed closer attention. Also, don’t you want to ask me something, (Y/N)?”

You looked down at her and found her already staring up at you, her warm brown eyes making you feel fuzzy inside. 

“Park Chaeyoung, do you want to go on a date with me?”

Rosé smiled that perfect smile of hers, and you could practically feel the butterflies erupting in your stomach. She ghosted her lips over your cheek before pressing a kiss on it, leaving a lipstick mark. 

“Only if you never call me like that again, I’m your Rosie.” 

[happilychaengs]

Rosé - First Time [repost]

Anonymous asked:

i can place an order where it's the first time for rosé and the male reader but they wake up in a soft way in the morning and rosé says it was perfect their first time

really liked writing this one but i did change it to gender neutral! though i apologize for the length of it enjoy! -r

You felt someone peppering kisses all over your face as your eyes fluttered open and fell onto the absolute amazing woman right on top of you. Your smile honestly couldn't have gotten bigger. At times like these, you really wish you had a photographic memory. The way the sunshine hit her face made her seem like a goddess. Her blonde hair seeming to almost glow under the light.

You brushed the hair out of her face and gave her a quick kiss on the lips as you kept admiring her.

"Hey there stranger..." She mumbled, giving you a lazy smile.

"Hey... how are you feeling?"

"I feel great now after what we did last night." She teased.

You felt a knot start to form in the pit of your stomach as you remembered what you did, "Are you sure? I didn't do anything wrong? I was really worried when you said you were ready. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't prepared at all and-

She put her finger over your mouth and shook her head, "You're rambling. It was perfect. You were perfect."

The sheer amount of sincerity in her voice, made your nerves calm down a little. Wanting to get a bit of food to fill up both of your stomachs, you tried to get up from the position you were in but she pushed your chest down haphazardly making you face her again. Her eyes darkening with desire by the second, "No... you... are going to stay by my side for a while so I can show you how much I love you."

[blu-joons]

pairing: park chanyeol x reader

word count: 504 words

prompt: walkie-talkie

summary: trying to remember the order of so many members seems pretty impossible, but with walkie-talkies lying around the studio, you’re soon able to get the job done

Your eyes looked across to Chanyeol for help as the boys read off their coffee orders, regretting almost straight offering to go and get coffee for when the boys took their break in the rehearsal.

“I can’t remember a single thing,” you admitted, having had so many drinks shouted across to you, each one with specific details too for each of the boys.

As you nodded in reply, Chanyeol made his way over to the cupboard where plenty of resources were kept, burying through the mess until he pulled out two walkie-talkies, passing one to you and keeping one for himself.

“When you get to the café, radio, and I’ll call the order out to you,” he suggested, “there’s no way that you’ll remember things now, we’re fifteen floors up, that’s a floor for every drink you’ll forget.”

Your brows furrowed, inspecting the device in your hand, “do you really think that will work?”

“It’s what we always do,” he assured you, feeling the eyes of the boys watching you both as they saw what Chanyeol was up to, “we’ve not had any mistakes so far too.”

With so many members, they were used to writing lists and having to repeat themselves several times too. Even though you could remember a few brief details, for the most part, you were clueless as to what you were buying.

“Head down, and I’ll keep this one for when you’re at the counter.”

You did as Chanyeol said, making your way down to the bottom floor of the building where the café was, keeping your walkie-talkie in your hand. Luckily for you, the staff in the café were used to the boys’ mad methods, left unsurprised when you pulled out your walkie-talkie.

“Chanyeol,” you spoke into it as you reached the front of the queue.

Your loud voice coming through the walkie-talkie made all of the boys jump, with Chanyeol scrambling to pick it up in the middle of the circle that they were all sat in, with coffee orders being sent his way straight away.

“One by one,” he ordered as you had to move the walkie-talkie away from your ear to be able to make sense of anything that was going on.

You could only laugh at how typical it was of all of them, “am I going to be able to understand what you’re all saying with this thing?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got them under control now,” Chanyeol assured you, “just remember the most important drink that you need to order is an iced coffee with one shot, the others are less important.”

“Is that drink yours by any chance? I’m sure the boys would argue otherwise you know.”

“It might be,” Chanyeol joked, “are you ready for me to call out what drinks everyone wants?”

“I think so, let’s just hope that I get it right.”

---

masterlist

[sevlgi]

selfish

requested: yes

group: blackpink

pairing: rosé x fem!reader

genre: angst

contents: idol!rosé, no happy ending

warnings: self-deprecation, possibly triggering insults

synopsis: As Rosé gains more and more fame, maybe she starts to lose sight of what’s important. Is it selfish that she still wants to hold on?

a/n: it’s pride month!!!! 🌈🌈 i know you requested for a happy ending, but I couldn’t find a way to fit it in, but I hope you enjoy

word count: 3.1k

Chaeyoung hasn’t been home in a while.

You know she doesn’t officially live with you- she shares a dorm with her members, a dorm in which she’s expected to live in- but ever since you started dating, Chaeyoung spent more and more time in your apartment, so much so that she has mentioned several times that it feels like home to her.

The apartment really just represents your mind. It doesn’t belong to her, no, but half the things inside are about her; most of the pictures inside are of the two of you, and you can’t recall which of the clothes draped over chairs and hung on hangers are actually yours. Even when she isn’t there, you see her everywhere, in memories or picture frames alike.

But she hasn’t been home in so long. Your communication mostly consists of short, curt texts or cut-off phone calls; honestly, she talks to her producer more than she talks to you.

It feels odd to have the entire bed to yourself again, after you’ve shared it with her so many nights. You have an entire bottle of the shampoo that she prefers, just because she visits so often, and you find yourself using it just because you miss the smell of her.

She’s rescheduled or completely cancelled all of your dates, saying she’s busy and leaving you to watch the Vlive that takes priority over you. 

You knew it wasn’t going to be easy to date an idol, but Chaeyoung was such an incredible girlfriend at the beginning. Sure, she missed dates occasionally, but even you do sometimes because of work. Chaeyoung always made time for you and made you feel important and loved, but recently, you feel like an abandoned side project.

She’s visiting tonight, but you don’t know why- you hope it’s for an impromptu date, so you prepare her favorite foods, enough to feed an army. You wear a little bit of makeup and you do your hair, glancing at the clock every so often with a bubbly, giddy feeling in your stomach. Why shouldn’t you be excited? You’re seeing your girlfriend again, after weeks!

Chaeyoung arrives 45 minutes later than she said she would, but you don’t mind. You open the door with the biggest smile on your face, only to find her telling her manager she won’t be long. “Hey, baby,” she smiles and breezes past you into the apartment. “Wow, that’s a lot of food. Are you expecting someone?”

You feel like you’re about to cry as she starts rifling through the pile of her clothes that you neatly folded and reserved a corner of the couch for. “Um, I thought you were visiting me? For dinner?”

“Ah, I can’t tonight,” she apologizes. At least, it sounds like she’s apologizing. “I have an award show, I just needed to grab this.” She waves around a blouse, one that you remember she accidentally left at your place after a performance. “Thanks, jagi, I promise we can have a date sometime soon.”

With that, she’s gone, and you’re left staring at the closed door, feeling stupid in your jeans and styled hair, with half-melted candles still flickering on the dinner table and the food already cold.

On Jennie’s birthday a few days later, the members invite you to come over and have cake with them. You’re incredibly grateful to Lisa for extending the invitation- the maknae is close with Chaeyoung and knows that you haven’t seen each other in a while.

“Hey, Y/N!” she exclaims as she opens the door, giving you a short hug. Jisoo waves at you from over Lisa’s shoulder, and Jennie shouts a greeting at you from inside her room. “It’s so good to see you.”

You smile warmly at her, placing the present you bought for Jennie on the table. It’s nothing special, just some cute things you got for her last time you went overseas. “You too, Lisa. Do you know where Chaeng is?”

Jisoo exchanges a look with Jennie as the younger girl comes out of her room. You can’t read their expressions; you never were very close with either of them. “Ah, she went out to pick up some more food,” Jennie says finally, giving you a quick smile and patting the chair next to her. “She’ll be back in a few minutes, she just texted me.”

“Okay,” you smile, sitting. It’s unmistakable that something’s wrong- honestly, the first clue was that Chaeyoung wasn’t the one to invite you over. “Have you talked to your family yet, Jennie?”

You let Jennie start talking, thankful for the fact that she understands that you just want to wait for your girlfriend. Jisoo decides that you’ll wait for the blonde to come back before you start having cake, so you just sit and listen to the members talk.

Suddenly, you’re interrupted by a crashing sound. All four of you stop talking and look towards the entrance, where Chaeyoung stands amidst a group of dropped grocery bags. “Yah, Chaeyoung, who let you drop the bags?” Jisoo jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood.

It’s obvious that Chaeyoung doesn’t want to see you; her eyes are fixed on you and her expression is halfway between shocked and angry. She doesn’t make a move to pick up the bags, and the smile on your face drops. “What’re you doing here?”

Lisa cuts in, “I invited her. You haven’t seen her in a while, I thought it would be nice for Y/N to celebrate Jennie’s birthday with us. Is something wrong?”

Chaeyoung smiles, but it looks forced, and you can all tell. “No, nothing’s wrong.”

You decide to speak up; the atmosphere has never been quite so awkward with the five of you together in a room before. “I can leave, if you want? You’ve just been so busy, and I wanted to see you...”

“Yeah, I’ve been busy,” Chaeyoung snaps at you. “Being an idol is hard work, you know?”

“I... yes, I know,” you answer, taken aback; even in the few fights the two of you had before, Chaeyoung was never so hostile. “I just missed you...”

The blonde stalks closer to you, and the anger is palpable in her expression now. “No, you don’t know. It’s hard to have your life out there and so much to do, I just don’t have time for you sometimes! So stop being so selfish!”

Everyone looks shocked, and you can feel your tears just begging to pour out, but you try your best to keep your voice steady. “I’m not being selfish, Chaeng. I’ve been patient, right? I don’t force you to come and see me...”

Your girlfriend rolls her eyes. “Come on, don’t you think I know that you were trying to guilt me into staying by making dinner? I have a life, you know.”

“I made dinner because I thought you wanted to see me!” Your heart feels like it’s ramming into your ribcage over and over again, filling your head with pounding. “I thought you were going to stay.”

Chaeyoung almost snarls now. “Why would I? I have better things to do than have dinner with you, you know. It’s a waste of time.”

Jisoo tries to intervene now, saying pleadingly, “Chaeng, that’s not fair...”

You shake your head quickly, dabbing at your eyes with your sleeve. “It’s fine, Jisoo. I shouldn’t have come. Jennie, happy birthday, it was nice to see all of you.” You do your best to exit with grace, but you can’t help the hot tears pouring down your face when your girlfriend doesn’t even make an effort to ask you to stay.

Lisa calls out after you, “Y/N, wait!” But you’ve already run too far down the hall to hear her.

All the members stare at Chaeyoung. “Chaeng, why...?” Jennie starts, looking confused. “Why would you say that to her?”

Chaeyoung frowns, “She intruded on our celebration. I didn’t invite her, but she still came here to find me.”

“I invited her,” Lisa interjects now. The maknae looks the most confused out of all the members; she remembers all the times you and Chaeyoung were so lovey-dovey together that she could’ve thrown up, and now there seems to be miles between the two of you. “I asked her to come, I thought you wanted to see her.”

The blonde hesitates. “Wait, you invited her?” At her best friends’ nods, she pauses in her anger. “Oh. I thought she crashed Jennie’s birthday just to find me.”

Jisoo sighs, “Even if she did that, we wouldn’t be mad. She’s your girlfriend, it’s natural for her to miss you. You shouldn’t have said all that to her just because you’re stressed.”

Chaeyoung attempts a careless shrug and sits down next to her members. “Maybe not. But I don’t have time for her drama right now.”

“Drama?” Jennie asks, eyes narrowing a bit. “Y/N wasn’t even willing to come at first. When we invited her, she didn’t think you would want to see her, but Lisa begged her to come. You haven’t seen her for weeks, you don’t think she misses you?”

Crossing her arms, the maknae scowls, “Yeah, do you know how much I had to beg her? She knew this would happen, and that’s why she didn’t want to come.”

The blonde looks between her friends, then looks to Jisoo, the last peaceful one at the table. “I... I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Jisoo sighs. “But even if you didn’t know, even if we didn’t invite her, you never should have called her selfish or a waste of time.”

Hearing her own words coming from her unnie feels like a direct hit to the face and Chaeyoung snaps out of it. True, she has been incredibly busy and stressed the past couple of weeks, but how could she say that to you, her girlfriend? She suddenly remembers all the dishes you had prepared for her a few days ago, dishes that you let go cold as you waited.

She remembers how all the clothes she left at your house were laundered and neatly folded when she went to pick them up, how all the cosmetics and things she left behind were so lovingly placed and cared for. And she called you a waste of time. “Oh... oh my god,” she exhales, tears pricking at her eyes as she puts her face in her hands. “I...”

Lisa still looks a bit angry, but Jennie places her hand on the younger girl’s back, rubbing lightly. “Chaeng... You need to find her. We’ll wait for you.”

“Are you sure?” Chaeyoung asks, lifting her head. At her members’ nods and comforting smiles, she stands up. “Okay. I can fix this.”

“Y/N?” she shouts, bolting out of the dorm and into the street. Some people turn around to look at her, but none of the faces are the one she’s looking for. “Have you seen Y/N? She’s about this tall, pretty, dressed in a dark coat...”

When everyone she talks to shakes their heads, Chaeyoung starts running to your apartment. As the bitter wind whips across her cheeks and tosses her hair, Chaeyoung remembers how many times she had run to you after a disastrous music show or a sasaeng attack. She remembers all the times she escaped in the middle of the night just to see you, to kiss you. 

As she runs, tears start falling, even as she furiously wipes them away. All of a sudden, she’s at your door, hesitating when her fist is just a few inches away from the door. She can hear sniffling, sobbing, and her heart aches to think that it’s because of her.

You never cried in front of her; you were always the one who gave her a shoulder to cry on, an embrace at her worst times. Now, Chaeyoung stands outside your door, able to hear your heart-wrenching sobs loud and clear.

Part of her wonders what would happen if she knocks, if she lets herself inside and kisses you. But Chaeyoung is too much of a coward, and she turns around and walks away, silent tears pouring down her face and your cries echoing in her head.

Chaengggg [6:11]    jagi, I’m so sorry

Chaengggg [6:12]    Y/N, please

Chaengggg [6:12]    I should never have said that, please forgive me

Chaengggg [6:15]     baby?

read at 6:15 pm

“Chaeng? Yah, Chaeyoung!”

The blonde almost jumps when she hears Lisa calling her. The maknae looks impatient, standing in the next aisle of the supermarket, waiting for Chaeyoung to catch up. Lisa has been more and more irritable with her unnie recently, despite the older girls’ attempts to soothe her. “Pay attention, please!”

“Sorry,” the blonde mumbles, jogging to catch up with the other girls. 

“Is it Y/N?” Jennie asks, putting her hands on her hips. “Look, Chaeng, I know you’re worried because she wasn’t home, but you need to focus. For the Blinks.”

For the Blinks. Of course Chaeyoung loved her fans- they were the reason she was so successful and famous, the reason she could keep pursuing her dream. But what was all that worth without love?

Before, Chaeyoung prioritized her career over everything, and when she met you, she wasn’t sure if she would have time for a relationship. But she loved you so much, it would have been worth it to lose her career if she could be with you forever.

Something changed a few weeks ago, and even Chaeyoung wasn’t sure what it was. She changed enough to ignore you for weeks on end, to cancel an anniversary date because of a last-minute meeting with her producer. When she thought back, she was ashamed of how she had acted towards you. She treated your caring reminders to have dinner as you being selfish and rushing her to come home, and she didn’t notice everything you did for her.

You haven’t responded to her texts. She realizes how hard it was to be respectful, to not spam you with texts asking you to respond or talk to her, and suddenly, Chaeyoung realizes just how much damage she had unconsciously inflicted on you. “Chaeng, how about I go with you to get some ice cream?” Jisoo offers. “Lisa and Jennie can go and finish off the list.”

With that, Jisoo links her arm with the blonde and sets off. It’s smart of the older girl to distract Chaeyoung with food and keep her away from Lisa and Jennie, both of whom don’t seem to agree with the blonde recently.

Suddenly, Chaeyoung stops in her tracks, locking eyes with you as you stand a few feet away. You look terrible, and Chaeyoung can’t believe she couldn’t see your panda eyes and drawn face before. “Hi, Jisoo, Rosé,” you greet them. It hurts to not hear you call her ‘Chaeng’ or ‘Chaeyoung’ or one of the pet names she has.

“Y/N,” Chaeyoung breathes out, stepping closer to you. Jisoo lets go of her and goes off to look at ice cream, but the blonde doesn’t notice. “You... you look tired.”

“Do I?” you laugh, rubbing at your eyes as if that’ll make your dark circles go away. “I swear I put on concealer before I left the house.”

Humor. That was always your fallback whenever you were angry, or sad, or anything, really. “Baby...”

You shake your head. “Ch- Rosé, don’t call me that. Please.”

“I’m sorry,” the blonde begs, voice starting to shake. “Please, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I haven’t been able to focus, I’m so worried. I... I want to fix this. Us.”

“Was there ever really an us?” you ask, and your voice sounds so, so bitter. It matches your wan face. “I thought I was just a waste of time.”

Chaeyoung feels like you’ve just slapped her in the face by throwing her words back at her. “No! No, please, jagi, you’re not a waste of time. You’re... I love you, okay? I’ve always loved you, even if I was so rude to you. Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Tell me, Rosé, what have you done?” Your expression isn’t angry like Chaeyoung expected it would be- instead, you just look tired, heavy, bitter. You look so much older than she remembered you did when you laughed with her and kissed her, when she still made time for you. “I was always the one who put in the work. Wouldn’t asking me to forgive you be selfish now?”

Selfish.

She told you you were selfish when you just wanted to see her, when all you did was care for her and love her. And now, Chaeyoung can’t blame you for saying the same thing to her, not when you’re right that she was never the one who put in the work. “I’m sorry, but I can’t handle this, being tossed around like one of your toys,” you continue. “I still love you. But you need to think about whether you really love me or not, don’t be selfish and hold onto me just because you’ll miss the way we used to be.”

Chaeyoung can’t stop the tears now, even as she holds her hands up to her face to stifle her sobs. You’re right- asking you to stay now, asking you to go back to being the only one trying in the relationship, would be selfish. And it’s selfish that Chaeyoung clasps on your hand in an attempt to get you to stay, but she can’t help it.

“I’m sorry,” she sobs, words broken by her tears and the empty look in your eyes. “You were never selfish, it’s all my fault. I’m the selfish one. But please, please give me another chance.”

It feels like she’s letting go of her life when your hand slips out from between her fingers, the warmth of them lingering like a long-gone memory as you go.

She collapses, picked back up by the strong hands of her members, but she can’t help but feel empty too, like you took her heart with you when you walked away, a fragile glass ornament in your hands.

Chaeyoung thinks her heart is cracking right in half, but she realizes that your heart had long since shattered in her hands too. She feels like she’s bleeding as she watches you disappear, cut and pricked by the tiny, stabbing shards of your long-shattered heart.

But even if she bleeds to death, she’ll keep holding those shards as tightly as she can. Because it’s all she has left.

Is it selfish to want to hold on to what used to be?

[jennie-writes]

@markisms: “for the prompts: chaennie + "have you always been this beautiful?"”

[8.25am] “have you always been this beautiful?”

rosé is just about to crack an egg into the frying pan when jennie suddenly speaks up.

“what?” rosé tries her best to contain the smile that is threatening to form on her face, as she turns and looks at jennie sitting at the kitchen counter.

jennie doesn't say anything. she just gently lifts her cup of coffee to her lips and takes a slow sip. eyebrows raised with a small smile playing on her lips, jennie just gestures to the frying pan and ignores rosé’s question.

rosé almost forgets about breakfast until jennie directs her attention back to the frying pan. she turns around and raises her hand once more, ready to crack her egg.

“my beautiful girlfriend” jennie murmurs from behind her.

rosé doesn't turn around this time, and continues to focus her attention on making breakfast. she does, however, allow herself to bask in the compliment and smiles in contentment.

the rest of the morning is filled with warm food, boisterous laughter and gentle kisses.

[lalalamedown]

rosé gif imagine

#40 - let me show you something

fluff

Rosé caressed you gently with her thumb as you walked down the street holding hands. It was dark and your muffled laughs were the only noise to be heard at such an hour.

"Hey, let me show you something!", she pulled you to a side road, excited by the realization of where you guys were.

In a few seconds you found yourself in a playground. There was nobody around and the place was lit only by the flashing yellow light of an old light pole.

It took Rosé no time to get on the merry go round.

*gif* "Come on, Y/N. Hop in!"

🌼🌼🌼

masterlist

-daisy 🌼

[rasimonoceros]

i hate that you’re happy, i hope that you can’t sleep

jung jaehyun as kemas x park chaeyoung as kenanga

to run away in jakarta means to encounter every place kenanga used to visit with kemas. jakarta is relatively a small city to its own natives, and kenanga has nowhere to run in jakarta.

to greet each other like nothing’s wrong means to fake the ache inside her heart. and that, if truth be told, isn’t an easy task at all. kenanga has to take a break from all her social media activities, meanwhile kemas’ pages are full with his warm smiles and heartbreakingly beautiful laughs. that hurts kenanga so bad that she knows kemas very well to know that he had moved on with his life and be happy.

it’s unfair because kenanga feels like she’s the only one who suffers from the break up. she had thought that they were match made in the heaven, that they were belong to each other... but little did she knows, no match were made in the heaven. it ruins kenanga very, very much, that kemas had given up on them while she was trying her best to fix the fragile string which tied them all these times.

to encounter an old friend and got dragged into a party in jakarta like tonight isn’t any help either. because there, she sees the dazzling figure she used to smile at, standing on his best surrounded by people and laughter. she wants to punch him, she wants to make a scene, she wants to kill him, yet she wants to hug him so bad. she wants to cry on his arms, kenanga cannot choose which one she wants the most.

kemas can perfectly feels kenanga’s gaze from afar, he saw her from the corner of his eyes when she stepped into the room. it was none other than the kenanga he broken up a month ago.

it still breaks kemas’ heart to see the girl.

every where in jakarta always reminds him of her, nowhere to run without thinking of her in jakarta. so he decided to force himself to be fine, to be seen happy in order for kenanga to hate him. in order for kenanga to finally move on with life. being the bad guy isn’t really bad anyway.

a tap on the shoulder wakes kenanga up from her mind, it’s hera, the old friend who dragged her into the party. “i saw kemas on the corner, you okay?”

kenanga can see the worry on hera’s face, but she smiles the pain away. “i’ve never been this okay. excuse me, i think i need to go to the restroom.”

kenanga paves her way within the crowd, needing some air. she walks so fast that she almost stumble on her foot. the guy on the corner sees that. he sees the hurry and worry in her that she has to walk so fast without caring about the crowd, so he follows her outside.

kemas and kenanga aren’t really the type who fancy crowded place. but if that means they can run their mind away while their body are still in jakarta, it isn’t so bad at all. crowds can take their mind away.

when she finally finds a bench, kenanga sits and tries to breathe. she also notices that kemas has been following her outside. “what do you want, kemas? i’m sorry you have to see me here, i promise i didn’t stalk you.”

the guy sits while keeping his distance, losing his gaze on the night sky. an agonizingly beautiful night sky. “i know,” are the only words that manage to come out of his mouth.

“i must be looking like a fool tonight, don’t i?” kenanga lets out a short bitter laugh. “must be nice not feeling anything, eh?”

kemas sighs, “i said i’m sorry, kenanga. you know we were bound to be over, anyway. you perfectly know we couldn’t do anything about us anymore, you saw it coming too.”

when kenanga doesn’t answer him, he moves closer. “how are you?”

this time kenanga lets out a sad, loud laugh, “i’m good, thank you for asking. really.” she turns her head to kemas’ side, “how’s life? isn’t it good for you? oh, no, don’t even bother to answer. i saw it, i knew it. you’ve done more than well.”

“kenanga--”

“congratulations for doing well, congratulations for being happy,” she smiles ironically. “i hate it you know, i hate that you’re okay, i hate that you can sleep at night while i can’t.”

“i’m sorry for being completely well and okay, i’m sorry for being happy without you,” kemas unconsciously speaks louder than he usually is out of frustration. “don’t i deserve to be well, kenanga? do you think breaking up with you was easy for me?”

kenanga holds her tears, trying so hard not to cry. “no, you don’t. it kills me to see you doing so well, i want you to be sad, to be hurt. i want you to have it so bad that i feel bad for you. i hope you cannot sleep at night as much as i do.”

without giving a chance for kemas to talk, she stands up and leaves him speechless. kenanga walks away without even wanting to look back, she feels sick to her stomach. seeing kemas doing well kills her, she cannot stand it any longer.

walking away may be the best choice, but it seems like her heart has been shattered into tiny pieces all over again, for the hundredth times. for the first time since a month ago, she finally able to see how jakarta looks at night again. the crowds, the loud noises, the traffics--all of them look so sad in her eyes.

again, jakarta’s witnessing two hearts being broken.

one for speaking her heart out, the other one for faking the act of doing fine. the two are glad because jakarta is crowded, so they feel less lonely.

while being together may hurt them both, being apart dreadfully kills them. so tonight, jakarta pities them and lets down a light, dreadful drizzle to wash away the hurt.

[soyeonsbabygirl]

BLACKPINK MASTERLIST!

Kim Jisoo

Kim Jennie

Park Chaeyoung

Lalisa Manoban

ot4:

Drabbles !:

Facesitting with Jennie

Camgirl Chaennie

Chaennie idea ig???

[an-ambivalent]

Yandere! Vampire! Rose Headcanons

Warning: As this post contains yandere themes, the characters display behaviors that can be uncomfortable to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fiction. I do not believe any of the mentioned members would display any sort of this behaviour irl, and I do not condone any this behaviour irl. 

Type: Clingy & Obsessive

Yandere

~As the obsessed type, Rose would be in love with the idea of you, rather than you as the person. She would be an idealist, a hopeless romanticist, who had all sorts of visions about you, and the type of love you two were going to share. She had specific imaginations about the type of clothes she would choose for you to wear, the type of food she would cook for you that would contribute to the taste of your blood and make it taste more divine; she also thought of the different activities you two would do together each day, at a specific time that would make your bond with her more eternal.

~She planned to keep you bonded to her, and around her all the time once she marked you as hers. To elaborate, Rose was super clingy. So, she would not tolerate anyone else being being near you, much less touching you, or even trying to look at you. You belonged only to her.  Therefore, by that logic, only she could touch you, admire you, taste you, love you, and be the only one to do everything related to you.

~If anyone foolishly tried to take you away from her, they would pay dearly. Rose’s definition of someone trying to take you away from her included: anyone looking at you for more than two seconds, approaching you and attempting to converse with you (in her eyes, this was basically them trying to seduce you away from her), touching you in anyway, and/or trying to be intimate with you.

~Compared to other yandere types, Rose was on the lower end of the spectrum for violence. In instances when someone tried to take you away from her in reference to what that meant for her mentioned previously, she would not kill them right away.

~There was a three steps procedure to how Rose would deal with the scum that tried to take you from her. Firstly, she would begin with giving them a warning. During the ‘warning,’ she would explain what she was going to do them if they would not back off in explicit detail. Then, if they still continued with their unwanted pestering, then she would warn them again; however, this time, she would cut off one of their limbs as a punishment. Lastly, if they still did not back off, then she would kill them by draining them from all of their blood.

Love At First Bite

~Rose was not type of person to fall in love mindlessly or at first sight; in her opinion, such a feeble and delusional concept only existed for mortals like humans. In all her aeons of living, it was everyone else, her victims, that fell for her at first sight. She used her enchanting and beautiful looks as a way to bewitch and lure humans in her grasp in order to consume them, and use their own concept of love at first sight against them.

~Her existence was but a mere myth, a haunting living legend for humans. She existed in their rumours about a divine goddess with beguiling crimson irises, who was said to be the most beautiful woman one would see, before her fangs would eat them alive. Of course, humans were gullible creatures that gave into their curiosity, and were attracted to danger. Many times, they would stumble into her mansion in hopes to experience a horror film in real life. For fun, she would entertain them for a bit, and then drain them off their blood. At first, you were no exception to this rule. When you and your group of friends had stumbled in her abode, and snooped around, she was merely going to scare you for a bit before eating you.

She did that to your friends, and all of them died. However, you, you were just too sweet.

When she bit you, and the first drops of your blood delighted her taste buds, she realised right away that it was your blood she wanted to taste for eternity. Therefore, you were going to receive the honour of becoming her mate, and blood bag, until the end of the days.

Once In Her Grasp

~Rose carved a specific mark on your neck with her particular scent radiating off it so every other creature would know you belonged to her. The mark she gave you was of a pink rose that was yet to bloom, so its stem was hunched, and the unbloomed rose was facing downwards. There were few petals that fell off it, frozen in time in the wind on your skin; black veins of thorns surrounded its stem, and ruby red glinted from the tip of each thorn.  

~When she consumed your blood, it was a pleasurable time for her, but a painful experience for you. You felt disgust for it in your core, especially because she always romanticised it; there would be flower petals on the bed, numerous amount of candles lighting up the room, and she would tie your arms to the bed’s headboard, and your legs to the foot of the bed with soft silky clothing. Before she would drink your blood, she would pepper your skin with soft kisses, and soften your skin by sucking on it so her bites and draining of your blood would not hurt as much.

~Being forced to spend the eternity with Rose was another kind of hell. You were kept there without your will, and you were nothing but a delicious food stock for her. However, she was so gentle and loving with it, that it made it difficult for you to resist it.