#trainee a scenario

[tttabii]

— 西村 力 ADMIRING UPCLOSE

note: blackpink lisa, loose mentioned. idol!riki x trainee idol!reader. coachella ni-ki. word count: 3304

COACHELLA WAS ALIVE IN A WAY you could only dream of—flashing lights, throbbing bass, and the heat that comes from the warmth of the desert and the thrill of it all. You stayed close to your predebut groupmates, your pass swinging around your neck, and tried to remain composed when Enhypen took center stage.

You caught sight of him right away. Ni-ki.

Your bias. Your senior.

The reason you had choked out your trainee contract in 2023, your eyes full of stars and hope. He was nineteen—just like you—technically younger by a few months, but something about his presence made him feel years older.

The way he moved, so naturally, his dancing was liquid control, sharp when it had to be, smooth with the transition—his signature smirk on his lips like he knew the whole crowd's attention was on him. Like he knew yours was. And of course it was. It was impossible not to when the boy you'd spent months watching from your cracked phone screen was right in front of you and only a few meters away.

Your heart stuttered when his eyes landed on you.

It was brief—fleeting, even—but his gaze paused, then lingered. You didn't miss the subtle lift of his eyebrow or the twitch of his lips, not when he tilted his head slightly, like he was making sure. Your newly dyed hair probably gave you away, but you could swear the way he smirked after... was entirely for you.

When the music stopped and the members began talking, thanking fans, joking with one another—it felt unreal. Ni-ki lifted his mic halfway and stopped, scanned the crowd, and pointed. Directly at you. You blinked in shock. One of your groupmates elbowed you while beaming, and your other groupmate cackled like she was going to fall over.

"Oh my god," she hissed. "He knows." Your ears burned. 

You played it off with a smirk and little wave, but your heart was absolutely combusting in your chest. When their set concluded and the lights dimmed, your pass allowed you access to the backstage area. You tried not to speed walk. Your group members had split off to find drinks, probably giving you a moment you hadn't even asked for.

Ni-ki was wiping the sweat from his neck with a towel when you approached him. His hair was swept back, his cheeks flushed. The white of his shirt clung lightly to his skin and you could pick up the scent of cologne and stage fog and sweat.

"Hey," you offered, a bit shy but steady.

He glanced over and smiled. "Hey. Didn't think I'd see you here."

"You guys were... insane," you blurted, shifting your weight to your other foot. "I mean—amazing. The dancing. Your expressions. That footwork during 'Sweet Venom'—I've seen it online but it's totally different live."

He let out a short laugh, almost breathless, shaking his head. "Thanks. Were you watching closely?"

Your face heated even more. "I... yeah, kind of can't not."

Jay was a few feet down talking to Jungwon and snorted. "Kind of can't not? That's your junior, Riki."

"Not only a junior," Jungwon said with a smirk. "A fan too."

You opened your mouth to protest, but Ni-ki tilted his head slightly to look at your bag—and froze. Your stomach dropped. Hanging off the zipper was a photocard.

His photocard, from the Orange Blood era—his hair orea, staring intensely, mouth slightly aghast in a pout. You had meant to take it off before it went to the festival, but you forgot.

"That's old," he said, his smile widening, more amusement than cockiness. "You've kept that since 2023?"

Your fingers fumbled to cover the bag. "It's... a little sentimental."

He leaned closer, teasing the air, "That your favorite one of me?"

Your throat felt parched. "... Maybe."

"I like your hair, by the way," he said, so casual it sent shivers all down your spine. "It looks good on you. Makes you look more confident." 

You blinked at him. "This is the first time we've actually talked, like... this."

"Then I'm glad it happened here." He stepped back, toweling off his neck again. "We've got another set next weekend. New outfits, new dance break."

You nodded quickly. "I'll be watching."

He gave you a wink, slow and casual. "I know."

Not even a full minute passed since Ni-ki gave you that wink before Jay pulled him quickly away to the right. You followed their movement with your eyes, your breath hitching as you saw her.

Lisa.

From BLACKPINK.

You weren't one to freeze very easily, but your body had other plans. Lisa looked like she walked out of a beautiful dream—long hair sleek, physique impeccable, and an aura that was just untouchable. She was even prettier in person, if that was possible. Ni-ki and Jay found themselves in front of her, smiling like two children meeting their childhood idols.

You couldn’t even blame them—BLACKPINK is the girl group. You were a Lisa fan too, as a dancer and idol who existed in a lane all her own. Just walking by her was surreal. And to even be acknowledged by her? That was uncharted territory.

They filmed a quick TikTok together, genuine laughter poured out between them like they were reunited from years apart. And you swore Ni-ki looked at you between shots. Once. Twice. Almost checking in to see if you were still watching.

Spoiler: you definitely were. 

Then, Lisa's eyes drifted across the space—and landed on you.

She smiled, soft and genuine, and waved you over.

Your soul practically left your body.

You tried not to trip over your own feet once you walked up, heart hammering like a bass drop. Lisa reached for your hand in greeting, beautifully manicured nails and a gentle grip. "I think I've seen you before," she said, accent smooth and comforting. "You work with HYBE right? I saw posts... you're about to debut??"

You could barely work your jaw. "Yeah. I am..."

"Congratulations!" She beamed. "You have the look. I really love your vibe. And your hair—very bold—it works."

You could have died right there. "Thank you so, so much," you said with a breathless laugh. "I've admired you for so long. You're one of the reasons I started dancing in the first place."

Lisa put a hand over her heart. "Aw that means a lot. Wanna take a picture?"

You nodded frantically. Maybe a little too frantically. She slung an arm around you, phone up, both of you throwing up peace signs—and if your ears were red before, they were practically glowing. You were close enough to smell her perfume. Lisa freaking Manobal. She said she saw you on HYBE's feed.

Ni-ki was still watching.  

Still in the background, still wiping sweat from earlier, but definitely not missing a single detail. Jay nudged him hard in the ribs. Ni-ki didn't move, didn't look away—just bit his lip, watching the way your eyes crinkled in your smile, how your hands nervously fixed the hem of your top after the picture.

"She's cute," Jay muttered next to him.

"Yeah," Ni-ki muttered back. "Really cute."

Jay grinned too knowingly. "You're so down bad."

"Shut up." But he couldn't stop looking. Couldn't stop picturing the way you stuttered around him a mere ten minutes ago, then turned to sunshine next to Lisa. You looked like a kitten with your pink ears and blinking eyes.

And the way you dressed to Coachella? He hadn't been able to forget it since it broke out in the crowd, in the audience.

One year apart. That's all.

And he had seen the way you danced; really danced, not just aesthetically, but with real power behind your moves, and having control, and having intent. He watched your covers before this. He knew you were talented. But seeing you now—alive, vibrant, confident, and glowing under the same lights—something twisted in his chest.  

She was a fan of me.

She had my photocard.

Ni-ki wasn't the type to get flustered easily, but god, he couldn't wait to see you again.

Preferably when Lisa wasn't stealing all your attention.

After you finished talking with Lisa, you wandered away a little, still a bit stunned, and warm in your cheeks from the praise, the photo, the whole Lisa experience. You exhaled and took out your phone, pretending to scroll while standing to the side of the group near the water cooler. Ni-ki was nearby again.

You didn't mean to stare, honestly, but there he was—giggling with Sunghoon, taking a couple of group photos with the others, his cheeks still flushed from the performance. His jacket hung halfway off his shoulder, the white t-shirt clinging to his back, his hair slightly damp.

Why did he have to look like a K-drama second lead every time you blinked?

You blinked back down at your phone. Instagram. Explore page. More fancams from the Coachella stage already. You almost clicked a video that had his name in all caps—before someone tapped your shoulder. You turned abruptly, surprised, to find one of the HYBE managers.

"Ah- sorry," he said quickly. "Can I ask you for a quick favor?"

You blinked again. "Me?"

"Yeah. You're under HYBE too, and you're here anyway," he explained, handing over a company phone. "We're doing this boyfriend post concept for Enhypen's Instagram story. Just quick stuff, like fanservice shots where it looks like the girlfriend is taking the pic."

Your mouth opened. "Like—ENGENE POV?"

The manager gave a nod. "Yeah, we were gonna do a few for all the members. Right now, I just need one of Ni-ki. Just a casual back drop. He knows about it, but I've been busy running around to get everything lined up. Can you go take it for me?"

Take a boyfriend concept photo of Ni-ki.

You felt your soul leave your body for the second time today. "I- uh, sure. I mean. yeah."

You fumbled about, like the phone was going to blow up in your hand.

"Thanks," the manager smiled, already turning away to answer a call. You slowly made your way toward Ni-ki. He was still laughing about something with Jake and Jungwon, all dimples and shoulder rolls.

You cleared your throat. "Um......"

He turned. "Oh- hey."

You paused. "The manager asked me to, uh- take a photo of you."

He raised an eyebrow; as if he looked amused. "Of me? You?"

You held up the company phone with a shy smile, and he gestured to take it. "Enhypen's Insta story. 'Boyfriend concept' or something? They wanted your back. Like, they literally wanted your back."

Jake choked on air. Jungwon quietly walked away, trying not to laugh.

Ni-ki blinked once. Then smirked. "Oh?" he said, backing up slightly and turning around, tugging his jacket off entirely. "Like this?"

Your brain short-circuited. His shirt was hugging him perfectly. He was doing this on purpose. You were going to combust. "Y-Yeah. That works," you stammered, lifting the camera, trying to focus the shot and not let your fingers shake.

He looked effortlessly cool, hands in his pockets, standing casually like he was waiting for a date.

You took the first picture. Then you took a second.

He looked over his shoulder. "You sure you got my good side?"

You nearly dropped your phone. "They just said your back! It’s not like I had good angles!"

He turned around fully now, grinning. "You're red again."

You muttered something under your breath, handing him back his phone, avoiding his gaze. "Whatever. You knew what you were doing."

"Maybe," he said, his voice lower now, playful. "You're very cute when you get flustered."

You froze, eyes wide.

"Hey, Ni-ki," Jay yelled from across the space. "Let's go, they're calling for the next set!"

Ni-ki looked over and waved, then leaned closer to you—just close enough for you to feel heat rising in your ears again. "See you next weekend," he said with a wink. "I'll make sure to wear something that goes with your photocard next time."

And just like that he turned and jogged away to his group, leaving you standing there empty with your heart on the floor.

When you finally stepped into your hotel room, your body was sore in the satisfied way of just finishing a performance, but your mind was still spinning in the wreckage of your day—Lisa, Coachella, the weight of Ni-ki's hand on your back (don't think about it) and now, finally, you are in your pajamas, lounging about on the floor with your members in a clutter of snacks, face masks, and open laptops.

Then came the scream. "Y/N."

You blinked up, in the middle of a seaweed chip, to see Jaein holding her phone like it was evidence in a court case. "I swear if this is another picture of me chewing like a camel—"

"No! Look!" She turned the screen toward you.

Your stomach dropped. It was a tweet—two pictures side by side. One of you taken from the distance, holding your own phone up as you were taking your pic of Ni-ki earlier. The other picture was the actual picture you took that ended up on Enhypen's story.

Your posture matched perfectly. And the caption?

"👀 Rumors stir as HYBE's new female trainee is seen taking this boyfriend-concept pic of ENHYPEN's Ni-ki herself. Are the two already close? Fans speculate potential idol couple brewing..." 

You choked on your chip. "WHAT."

Your ears were on fire.

"Nooo way this is real," Sehee giggled, grabbing the phone.

"Girl. Be honest," Ara said, leaning over from her spot on the bed. "Are you dating him? Just blink twice."

"I'm not dating him!" you wailed, hiding your face in your knees. "They literally just asked me to take the photo! The manager was busy and I was there!"

"And the flirting?" Jaein raised a brow.

You went silent.

They knew.

You sighed into your knees. "...Okay. He's—nice. And funny. And hot. But if you tell anyone, I swear I'll delete all your fancams off the cloud."

They all laughed like they had known for weeks. "But," you added quickly, "we haven't even texted or anything. I mean. I don't even know if he thinks of me like that."

Literally that same night as you were curling into bed and opened Instagram to do your usual scroll for the night, your phone buzzed.

ni-ki liked your post.

Your last one—where you were wearing a soft oversized tee, hair in a low ponytail, holding a little Smiski figure in your hand, captioned: finally got this cutie ☁️

You stared at the notification. HE SAW THIS?

Your brain crashed. You checked it again.

Yeah. He liked it. Which meant... he scrolled.

On your feed.

Which meant he was stalking your page.   

You barely slept that night. 

The entire week after that week, it was grind time. Practice, workouts, stage prep. But your head was not with you. Especially because now even more fans were recognizing you—asking for photos in LA, complimenting your dance videos online. Some even asked if the Ni-ki rumors were real. You would just smile and say, "He's cool but we're not dating, it was a coincidence.."

But back on the other side, in the Enhypen dorms? 

"Bro," Jake said, holding the same picture of your Smiski post to emphasize your infatuation. "You're seriously down bad, just look at you. Staring at the feed like it's Netflix."

Ni-ki groaned, flipping the hoodie over his head. "Shut up."

"You're so down bad you even liked it," Sunghoon added nonchalantly. "For someone so down bad, you're very brave."

"She posted it for all to see," Ni-ki muttered, the tips of his ears pink, "also, she was cute. The caption? The hair? I'm only human."

Jay interjected from the couch, "So when are you going to text her?"

Ni-ki hesitated. Jake smirked, "Coachella is this weekend again. Are you going to pretend you don't know her this time? Or are you going to ask her to get boba?"

Ni-ki threw a pillow at him. But his heart? It was already counting down the days.

COACHELLA, WEEK 2.

You arrived early with your crew, all of you looking great—styled, sharp, and camera ready. But you? You knew you did something special today. The revealing outfit, the low rise cargo skirt snug across your hips, a chain around your waist, your hair in a low slightly messy ponytail that gave off effortless baddie. The moon was glowing. The crowd was buzzing. America's energy was infectious.

Then ENHYPEN came on stage. 

It was madness from the moment the beat hit. New looks. New aura. Everything leveled up. And Ni-ki? He didn't walk on stage, he devoured it. 

Red and black—danger and desire. The jacket hung off his frame just enough to tease; until midway through the song, he shrugged it off to unveil the black tank top that was skin-tight and hugged his chest, with a silver chain simply resting on top glinting in the stage lights. His silver hair was messy perfection, slightly disheveled from sweat and the energy of the performance. 

You had already been drinking water when it happened—he moved toward your section of the crowd, eyes scanning down fast. Locked in. 

And then—a wink.

A small bite of his lip. 

A flick of the tongue, fast. 

It was subtle. It was slick. It was Ni-ki.

And of course, Jaein caught it.

"Girl." 

"I know."

"NO—like, I KNOW. Look at this fancam."

You barely had time to process it before the final encore ended and a big teaser for their new comeback flashed across the LED screen. Your group was already beginning to walk backstage when your manager pulled you by the arm.

"Hey, someone wants to talk to you."

You furrowed your brows. "Who?" 

"You'll see."

And there he was. Ni-ki sittng on a matching folding bench, drenched in sweat, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, towel over his shoulder. Jake standing next to him, let out a low whistle when he noticed you walk in.

Ni-ki's eyes snapped up. Froze. Letting them drag down your body and back up again. Your waist on display. Your makeup fresh yet bold. That low braid spilling right over your shoulder.

"Wow," Jake mumbled. "Didn't know it was a fashion show back here."

"Shut up," Ni-ki said, still staring directly at you. You furrowed your eyebrows and sat down right next to him, legs crossed, chill but conscious of how close your knees were.

"So," you started, "you liked my picture."

Ni-ki leaned back, arm thrown over the backrest lazily. "Yeah. I did."

"You stalked my page but didn't follow me?"

He turned to you with that look. The one where his mouth curled slightly at the side, all smug and lowkey.

"I noticed the ponytail," he said, ignoring your question completely. "It was sitting just right."

You blinked. "Excuse me?"

He leaned closer, voice lower. "You should let it down. Don't be shy."

You stared. "Are you serious?"

"I mean," he shrugged, looking from your lips to your eyes, "you'd look hot with it down. Especially in this outfit."

Your ears felt hot. But you didn't let him see you flustered. So, you took out your hair tie. Your hair fell around your shoulders, loose and tousled.

He blinked. Pulled back. Exhaled. "...Yup," he mumbled, and that's all he said.

────୨ৎ────

The fancams? Blowing up online.

"WHO is Ni-ki looking at like THAT??"

"Not him WINKING and licking his lips—sir??"

"Lowkey the girl in the front was kind of hot."

"Y'all this better not be his girlfriend or I'm suing HYBE."

"Wait—isn't that a trainee under HYBE??"

"The way they interacted backstage is giving crush not dating...yet."

And despite all the denial and "we're just under the same company" speech—there was no confusion in your position.

Jaein was fully aware. And as far as the likes on your most recent post from certain enhypen members��half the internet was aware. You aren't dating.

But god... you could be one accidental late-night studio session away from it.

[hoonvrs]

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S. NOTES this update is days late my bad🧍🏻‍♂️is it a saint fic without angst guys am i right hahahaah

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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hi! How's loife?

I have had this thing bugging at my mind for the longest time and the entire concept is foul legacy having a child friend who's like 14-15 and fell into the abyss for a while and it started to corrupt how they look. I can imagine foul legacy being like a big brother and just protecting them. But I would find it so funny if they only showed themselves to childe. But after a while and a bit on convincing, and initially whenever he changed back they would just disappear and foul legacy would have to find them.

Thank you and here's a flower! 💮

🍑anon

hello hello!!!! life is pretty funky and fresh (apart from this tumblr layout update guhh) hope you're doing well anon!!! :D

oh that is so cute, maybe Childe has to return to the Abyss on a mission, being one of the Harbingers with the most experience, and happens to come across you. he can tell from the moment he sees you that you've been down here for a while, with armor-like patches and odd, swirling markings littering your skin- but, oh, you're so young. Childe feels his heart pang with sorrow, kneeling down and holding out a hand to appear as nonthreatening as possible, using the same kind smile he gives to his siblings. you creep out from your hiding place, blinking curiously- this man looks like a human! he looks how you looked before you fell through that crack in the earth, all those months ago, and you step closer, a smile growing on your face

Childe sighs in relief when you approach easily, wrapping his gloved hand around yours, his mission forgotten. you remind him so much of his siblings, the only objective he has now is to get you out of this hellish, starlit place, so he quickly shifts into Foul Legacy for superior speed and strength

bad idea. you immediately squeak with fear and yank your hand away from his claws, darting behind a rock and out of sight. Foul Legacy lets out a despondent whine, quickly following behind you and stopping just outside of where you're hiding, his voice dropping to a low, soothing coo. he hunches his back when you hesitantly peek out again, trying to seem smaller than he actually is, softly chirping and holding up his hands. your curiosity overwhelms your fear and you step closer, hands petting Foul Legacy's soft lilac fluff, the dips and curves in his armor unique yet similar to the patches on your body, and you giggle happily as he carefully engulfs you in a firm hug, your first embrace in months

Childe gains a new sibling that day, connected through the stars of the Abyss

[jbcchan]

[zerobaseonefics]

rules!!

ok i don't like making those but considering the amount of ppl not respecting my boundaries i think i should do it 🤠

ㅡ requests : closed for the moment.

ㅡ you can request for zerobaseone, and some others boys planet trainees. i write for haruto, seunghwan, keita, junhyeon, jeonghyeon, phanbin and kamden.

ㅡ i do NOT write nsfw. don't request me nsfw i will simply not write it.

ㅡ i do not write for yujin because it feels weird. you'll find a lot of amazing writers that write for him!! here are some : @keiwook @trsrina @itsmattchou and many others.

ㅡ i do not write for themes like yandere, vampires, werewolves, hybrids etc.... i just know close to nothing abt this.

ㅡ i write about idol x reader (you can choose the gender in your request) but mostly !gn reader. i do not write idol x idol nor for polyamourous relationships.

ㅡ i can write fluff and angst but i won't go into the themes of death, suicide, self-harm, or any mental conditions.

ㅡ i will only accept requests that answered to that question : what's your favorite song? to make sure the person read my rules 🙏🏼

[hyunjinners]

✧:･ﾟHeartache → Stray Kids x reader ˚₊· ꒰🍃꒱

꒰ 命 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ꒱┊ during an argument, they raise their voice at you, uttering hurtful words.

꒰ 命 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ꒱┊ maknae line! x fem! reader 

꒰ 命 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꒱┊ discussion, angst, established relationship.

꒰ 命 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ꒱┊ shouting, insults, fights, anxiety, insecurities (on both sides). Any scenarios, names and groups mentioned are pure fiction! Similarities to real events are purely coincidental. × In some scenarios not everyone is an idol. ×

꒰ 命 𝐖.𝐂 ꒱┊ 2,4k

꒰ 命 𝐀/𝐍 ꒱┊ I finally got the inspiration to release the second part of Runaway! If you haven't read the first part, I suggest you go there first :) English is not my first language! I apologize in advance for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes. Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist. Enjoy reading! ^-^

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𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆¡!

Jisung has always been in love with you. You’ve known each other since high school and have always had a strong friendship, never caring about unpleasant comments questioning the possibility of a friendship between a man and a woman. Consequently, over time, he fell in love with you more and more each day he spent by your side, but he never confessed, and you never showed that you felt the same because you wanted to hide it at all costs. Jisung was always very popular because of his talents, so you never thought you deserved to date someone as amazing as him.

Time passed, you were both adults, and Jisung ended up debuting as an idol. Even after so many years, he never had the courage to tell you how he felt, so he just suppressed his feelings. After a long time, he got involved with an idol he met during his trainee days. You didn’t know this, as he couldn’t reveal it to the media, but even when he had the opportunity to tell you, he couldn’t muster the courage. Perhaps his deepest feelings held him back.

You were at Jisung's dorm for a movie marathon, taking advantage of his day off. He got up to go to the bathroom, leaving you to choose what you were going to watch. Jisung's phone, which was beside you on the couch, was vibrating desperately. You were never intrusive, but Jisung had never stopped you from touching his things. Thinking it might be one of the boys or even Jisung's staff wanting to warn him about something, you picked up his phone and checked his notifications.

The contact of a woman, with a heart emoji next to her name, lit up the phone screen, with several messages saying she missed him and that she would visit Jisung in his dorm later. You knew you had no right to meddle in Jisung's life, but the fact that he had hidden this from you, even though you were supposedly someone he trusted, hurt you deeply. When he returned, he was confused by the sad expression on your face. “What happened, little one? Are you okay?” He was utterly confused until he noticed his phone in your hands. His expression shifted from concern to irritation in a matter of seconds. “What were you doing?”

“When were you going to tell me, Jisung? Why... I don’t understand. Are you with someone? Why didn’t you tell me? Since when have you become so cowardly as to forget your trust in me?” At this point, you were both standing, staring at each other, your upset expressions obvious. “And since when do I have to give you any explanations, huh?” He didn’t know why he was so angry, but his confused feelings were preventing him from being clear at this moment. “WE’RE FRIENDS, JISUNG! I’m not just anyone you can simply ignore. I care about you too, you idiot.” Despite your raised tone fueled by anger, you tried to explain your feelings, but Jisung just couldn’t hear you at that moment.

“MAYBE IF YOU WEREN’T ACTING LIKE A FANATIC, I COULD HAVE TOLD YOU!” He exploded, gesturing wildly in complete desperation.

Silence. Those three seconds of silence felt like three hours. This chilling silence was broken by your faint sniffles. You raised your hands to hide your tears. Turning away from him, Jisung could tell he felt shattered inside at that moment. Your tears brought him back to his cruel current reality. “Fanatic? I... I’m not a fan of yours, Jisung. To be honest, now I’m just an idiot who trusted you.”

You didn’t bother to grab your jacket; you just ran to the door. As you opened it, you bumped into Jisung's girlfriend. He tried to run after you, but it was already too late. Now, all he could do was cry—not just because of the argument but because the arms that comforted him weren’t the ones he wanted.

𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗¡!

You had been in a relationship for a little over three years. After Felix proposed to you, you both moved to Busan so you could settle into a calm life before getting married. He was a kindergarten teacher, and you opened a small café near the house you were finishing paying off together. You were the typical cute couple, never having serious fights and always being very happy with each other. Even though the life you both dreamed of was almost finally stable and fulfilled, Felix's family didn’t accept the life he was living. Felix was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, so his family expected him to live like an heir prince; however, he chose to live a quiet life with you, which was clearly reason enough for his family to dislike you.

With only a few months left until the wedding, Felix’s father was making his life a living hell, doing everything he could to make Felix give up on you. For this reason, Felix had been depressed for several days. You didn’t know what was going on, and he didn’t want to tell you so you wouldn’t get upset, which left you increasingly worried about his condition. He wasn’t eating properly, woke up many times in the middle of the night, and always got startled when the phone or the doorbell rang.

During a walk you took on weekends, throughout the entire route, you noticed he was hyperventilating, and every time you asked him about it, he would just force a smile and say it was nothing. When you were on the corner heading back home, you finally mustered the courage to question him. “Felix… please, don’t lie to me.” You grabbed his arm, making him stop. He looked back at you, his expression completely exhausted. “Lie about what? I already told you it’s nothing. Please, leave me alone.”

His tone wasn’t angry—it was more tired. He didn’t want to be so rude, but the pressure his father was putting on him had really messed with his mental health. He freed himself from your weak grip, quickly walking home.

After you entered your small and cozy living room, while Felix was taking off his jacket, you stopped in front of him in another attempt to make him talk.

“Don’t you trust me? Felix, I’m not here to judge you. I’m really, sincerely worried about you.”

He just ignored your desperation, going upstairs to the bathroom. You followed him without a second thought, determined to make him speak. “Love, you can count on me! I—”

“COULD YOU PLEASE STOP?! Please, I’m begging you, let me breathe! Just for a moment.”

He stopped at the top of the stairs, making you stop halfway up. You were startled by the look Felix gave you. He had never, ever, yelled at you. You weren’t angry with him, but it did affect you in some way. Before you could say anything else, you just apologized, walking past him and locking yourself in the bedroom.

He immediately rushed to the bedroom door as soon as you entered, his hand hovering over it, wondering if he should knock or not. He rested his forehead right there, finally allowing himself to cry after holding back for days. He really needed this relationship to work.

He couldn’t live without you.

𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍¡!

Seungmin was the ideal partner from your point of view. He was a surgeon and heir to a hospital franchise, and you were a dermatologist from a family of politicians. People always had high expectations of your relationship: from your family and friends to the media, which saw you as a reference. Seungmin wasn’t exactly the temperamental type of man; to be honest, he always preferred to withdraw from problems until things calmed down so he could resolve the situation clearly and organized. However, the course of the days was draining all his patience and usual calm. The hospital was chaotic, and Seungmin’s father was dumping all his frustrations on his son, leaving him stressed.

Your father met with you earlier during a lunch that was apparently a family gathering but turned out to be another ploy for his threats. There were some problems happening in politics, so he needed some distraction for his troubles, and obviously, your marriage would be the perfect target. He wanted you to announce a pregnancy as soon as possible so that the media could focus on you, giving him time to sweep everything under the rug. You didn’t give your father an answer, saying you would think about it. Seungmin was clearly irritated with him but said nothing.

At this moment, you were lying on your bed, finishing reading your book while waiting for Seungmin to finish changing after taking a long hot shower in an attempt to calm himself down… which didn’t exactly work. He sits next to you, so you close your book, looking into his tired and irritated eyes. “babe…”

“Are you really going to keep going with this?” Seungmin interrupts you, his expression neutral. However, behind his eyes, there’s a clear flame of disappointment and a bit of anger. Not at you, but at this moment, he didn’t care to distinguish where it came from. “What do you mean?” you ask, confused. “You no longer live for yourself. Are you really going to keep doing your father’s will?”

“Seungmin, he just wants what’s best for both of us-”

“HE DOESN’T CARE ABOUT YOU! He never cared and won’t in the future. You’re just a means for him to get rid of the media. Are you really that naïve?”

You look at him dumbfounded, feeling not just sadness but pure shock. Deep down, you knew he was right, but his bluntness truly shook you. You don’t hide your tears but say nothing. You just get up, leaving to God knows where, leaving him behind with a heavy heart. “I’m sorry…”

𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍¡!

You and Jeongin had been trainees for just over a year. You both started around the same time, so you were relatively close… or almost that. For some unknown reason, Jeongin decided that he would hate you to death. From the first time you performed together, he would look you up and down as if he didn’t want you to breathe in the same space as him. What you didn’t know was that Jeongin was hopelessly in love with you, but since this relationship would never be possible if it depended on the company, he masked his feelings with anger, so you wouldn’t get close to him in any way and make the situation worse for him.

JYP prepared a project, a program aimed at presenting the two groups that would debut: the boy group Stray Kids and the girl group M4ya, the group you were part of. During one of the stages, the proposal was to unite the units of each group, with the objective of exploring their talents. As the main vocal of M4ya, you ended up getting the project alongside Seungmin and Jeongin. In the beginning, you were mostly nervous because you never understood his behavior and were afraid you would end up fighting. You trained together for hours, adjusting your vocals while giving and receiving tips from each other.

It was a very important project, since it would be the first time you were doing something independently, without the help of vocal teachers, just relying on your learned abilities. Seungmin was being a great help to you, since, as you were nervous, your voice wasn’t coming out the way you wanted. Maybe a little insecurity was also clouding your mind, so Seungmin offered to help. At the end of the recordings, you politely bowed, thanking him for his help and effort. When Seungmin left, leaving just you and Jeongin, he rolled his eyes at you while speaking calmly, “It doesn’t surprise me that your voice was failing so much. You look like a chicken in the butcher shop before being sold, you’re shaking so much.” You stared at him, this time tired of his teasing.

“You know, I’ve really been ignoring your behavior the whole time I’ve known you, but I would like to know why you’re like this. I never did anything to you!”

“So you think you’re a saint?” He let out a small, disdainful laugh. “No wonder you’re so snobby.”

“Then tell me, Jeongin! WHY? Why do I deserve so much criticism?” He massaged his temples, his voice was irritated at that moment. “WHY CAN’T YOU STOP BEING SO INSECURE?! So, you need that much validation, huh? Spare me.” He laughed, turning his back while fixing his bag, ready to go to the dorm. However, not long after, he stood frozen in place upon hearing your sniffles. You ran your hand over your face, hiding it from Jeongin. You didn’t want to cry in front of him, but you were too sensitive at that moment.

“You know, Jeongin, I shouldn’t justify myself to you, but I’ve always tried my best to get here, and all I hear in return for my effort is criticism after criticism. So, yes, maybe I am a little insecure girl who doesn’t know where to go without validation, just like you said. Just don’t come any closer, please. Leave me alone.” He was shocked, not having processed the situation. He never thought it could come to this point, and now he was agonizing with hatred, surprisingly, for himself. “I messed up so much now.” He crouched on the floor, running his hand through his hair in a desperate attempt to contain his tears of pure frustration.

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Party

Pairing: Wanda x G!P NB reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: You are attending a party and see a beautiful woman, but there's no way she would ever be interested in you. Right?

Warnings: Smut, Drinking, and drunk smut

A/N: Hey y'all all sorry again for disappearing for so long. All of my fics will still be coming out at random intervals, but for the foreseeable future, they will be scenarios I daydream about meeting my girlfriend in. And guess what not proof read

Words: 3527

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All you wanted to do was get ready for bed early so you could bedrot and still go to bed at a good time. Even though it's the weekend, how are you supposed to have the maximum amount of time to rot your brain tomorrow if you don't wake up at a reasonable hour?

But of course, Natasha just had to go to this week's Stark party and would not relent when you tried to deny her invite. "Come on, it will be fun, I know you like to dress up. Pleeaassee."

You do like to dress up. Despite being a home body you know you clean up nicely, and it is pretty fun to see how sharp you can get yourself and how many longing stares you can attract.

"You've been working out more too so you know someone will come home with you, just saying."

Sold

Now its 7pm and your contemplating how many buttons to have open while factiming Natasha. "1 seems to closed, but 2 shows my tank top and I don't know if that's good or bad. Also, 1 hides my chain.."

"So obviously 2, I know you like to be modest and all, but I'm telling you girls will like 2."

"I suppose you're right."

You finish getting ready by putting in your small silver hoops and spraying your cologne before heading to Natasha's room. She wanted you to get ready there, but you know all too well that you need maximum alone time before going to this party if you want to stay for any real amount of time.

The party being in the same building as your room makes it all too easy to bail and the slightest amount of overstimulation.

You dont even knock on her door before Natasha opens it. "Wooow Y/N looking good looking good."

"Really? Is there anything you would change, be honest?"

"No, I think you really got it this time,e even your hair is looking pretty good."

She's right for some reason, recently your hair is a frizzy mess more often than not. It's most likely because you stopped putting in as much effort as before, but with your new schedule of waking up early and training, it's going to be a mess immediately anyway, so why bother?

You're a trainee for Shield, but you met Natasha when she was subbing for one of your teachers on a day she had nothing better to do. She thought you were pretty cool, so she spent extra time talking to you, and your friendship just blossomed from there.

"Are you ready yet It starts at 7, and it's 6:5,5 we're about to be lat.e"

Natasha just rolls her eyes at you. "Calm down its a party, they don't really start until an hour after they say. So when it says ,7 that actually means 8."

"Then why don't they say 8?"

"Because then everyone would come at 9."

"Why?"

"Because that's just how it is."

"But why is it that way?"

Natasha annoyingly elects to stop answering you. You are a punctual person, she tells you this hour after stuff all of the time, but it's just so annoying. Why say 7 if not 7? Why is it a culture to be late? There is no on time, only early or late, what do people not understand?

You decide to go into Natasha's room and take a quick nap before it is time to go. You have found that napping is the only way to keep yourself from stressing about the time.

Once it is time to go, Natasha actually wakes you up nicely for once. Over time, she has realized that abruptly waking you up, whilst temporarily funny, is not good for anyone unless they want you to be a snarky zombie for the next 1-2 hours.

You both head downstairs once you've had a few moments to come to your senses. You're armed with your earbuds and your over-ear headphones in Natasha's purse just in case your earbuds aren't cutting it.

Once you and Natasha make it into the room right at 8, of course, it isn't too packed, thank god.

You spot Bucky and Sam across the room and head over to them. You give Sam and Bucky some quick side hugs. You 4 had hung out a few times recently, slowly becoming a small friend group. Sam and Natasha head to get some drinks.

"I'm surprised you weren't here earlier. How in the world did Natasha talk you past 7:30?"

"She let me sleep in her bed. She had no choice unless she wanted to be here at 7."

"Well, you haven't missed much. I'm hearing a lot of 8:30's so you're still early in reference to most."

Natsha and Sam come back 10 minutes later, and you all stand around talking and laughing as the room fills up.

By the time you're 3 drinks deep, you're feeling loose enough to get your next drink yourself.

You head up to the bar, waiting your turn to be served, when you look over and see the most gorgeous woman you've ever seen. Wanda. You had seen pictures in the news and stuff, but despite frequenting Natasha's room and therefore the Avengers floor, you had somehow never crossed paths with the witch.

You quickly realise you've been staring and tear your eyes away from her. All you can think about is her now. You want her to be burned into your memory so she's all you'll ever see again.

You can help but sneak another glance, quickly looking over. You try to keep it short, but you also need your eyes to have time to focus on every part of her.

She's sitting with her back to the bar, talking to Carol, joking about god knows what. Shes wearing a simple black dress with a slit down the leg and heels. She's enjoying the conversation, but you know you could make her laugh more.

You turn your gaze back to the bartender in time to give him your order.

By the time you make it back to your friends, they are talking about something new, but you don't care; you're just thinking about her.

After 5 or 10 you have no idea minutes have passed your friends need more drinks. Natasha is about to go but you quickly volunteer.

"I'll go!" You say a little to quickly

Natasha looks at you confused "You just go a drink you've barely touched yet?"

Shoot, you were so deep in that you hadn't even tasted your drink yet, but you want another chance to see Wanda. So you do what you gotta do and throw your drink back in 2 big gulps and snatch your friends' empty cups before they can question you any further.

When you make it back to the bar, you look over, surprised to see that Wanda is now sitting alone. This time, you choose to stand a little closer to her, granted you're still 3 or 4 seats away, it is technically closer than before, so you call it progress.

The bartender is taking his time to make his way over to you but you arent complaining since this gives you all the time in the world to admire Wandas side profile as she scrolls on her phone. She seems quite uninterested in the party.

You could show her something that she would be quite interested in. Just as you think that Wanda's lips quirk into a slight smile.

You wonder what she's looking at. Nothing could be as fulfilling as looking at her. Her smile grows wider, but she seems to be trying to fight it. Weird.

The bartender comes over and you give him the order for all 4 of you, but when he walks away and you look back to continue staring at the beautiful Wanda, she's gone.

You look around, but you don't see where she went, deflating your shoulders a little, but when you look back toward the bar, you see auburn hair out of the corner of your eye.

Snapping your head towards it shes sitting right next to you, back on her phone, but she looks up at your sudden movement.

"Oh, I'm sorry, was someone sitting here? The vent was blowing on me over there,e and it was making me cold," she says, looking up at you through her eyelashes.

Fuck. Up close, she's even more beautiful, not a single imperfection on her flawless skin.

Her cheeks grow red, and you realize you haven't answered.

"Oh, um, no, sorry I just uh..." you ramble like an idiot trying to make an excuse for whipping your head around.

"Are you sure? I can move if you're here with someone, really, it's no problem."

"NO! I mean uh, no, sorry, no, I'm not really here with anyone, just my friend."

Wanda smiles softly, looking amused at your ramblings. "Oh really, whose your friend?"

"Uh, Natasha, she made me come."

"Made you?"

"Yeah, I normally just chill on the weekends, but she convinced me, I guess."

"And how did she convince you?"

'Women'

"Oh, you know, just saying I'll have fun and whatnot, you know the usual."

"Really, that's all it took? That seems pretty broad to me."

The look in her eyes seems like she knows something, but what would she know?

The bartender comes over with your drinks, and considering how hard you're bombing, you take that as your cue to exit.

"Well, I need to bring these to my friends, so if you'll excuse me."

Wanda smiles as you try to start balancing all 4 drinks in 4 different types of glasses. 'Damn them and their differing tastes this was easier when they were empty'

"Why don't I help you with one of those?" Wanda suggests, and before you can answer, she's picked up a drink. Your drink.

You don't protest as youd rather accept her help than embarrass yourself by spilling.

When you make it back to your group, you turn to take you drink back only to see a breathtaking sight.

Wanda is taking a long sip of your drink, making eye contact with you through her eyelashes over the rim of your glass. All you can do is stand there, hand half outstretched, mouth agape.

She finished her sip, putting your drink into your open hand while licking her lips. All you can do is close your hand and stare at her lips

"That's pretty good, maybe I should get one for my next drink."

Your mouth is dry as you try to come up with a response, but Natasha beats you to it.

"Oh hey Wanda, what are you doing over here?"

"Hey, Nat, I was just helping your friend... I'm sorry I didn't catch your name." She says, turning her attention back to you, placing a distracting hand on your bicep, which you swear she gives a squeeze, still pretty much in your same position.

"Uh, Y Y/N" You stutter out.

Natasha gives you a knowing smirk before looking back at Wanda.

"Well, that was very kind of you, thank you so much, Wanda," Natasha exclaimed a little too nicely.

Wanda stood around talking to your group for a little bit hand never leaving your arm.

As you watched her talk to your friends, your mind began to wander, especially as your 4th drink started hitting. All you could think about was wanting to kiss, which progressed into touching Wanda, which then progressed into tasting Wanda. With that, though, Wanda choked on her words, a little bit confusing you. Nothing out of the ordinary had been said in their conversation, at least out of what you heard.

Then, all of a sudden, a very vivid scene played in your mind. You're standing in a room you'd never seen before, holding Wanda upside down, tasting her and teasing her as she takes your full length into her mouth. The scene was so clear you swore you could feel it.

Just as fast as the vision came, it went. When your eyes refocused on Wanda, her face and chest were flush. She turned to you before coming close and whispering in your ear, "I need another drink, would you like to come with me?" before looking up at you, making direct eye contact.

You just nod, and her hand slips into yours, pulling you quickly towards the bar, but before you make it there, she pulls you towards the door. You're confused, but you don't care enough to resist as long as she keeps her hand in yours.

"Where are we going?" You ask even though you don't really care you feel you should at least pretend.

"My room," Wanda says quickly before pressing the button for the elevator.

"Your room? What's in your room?" you ask. confused.

Would you like to go to her room? Yes.

Do you think she would randomly take you up to her room for the reason you would prefer? Hell no.

"I'll be there, is that enough reason?" She asks, seeming impatient as you both step onto the elevator.

You nod your head side to side, "I suppose," you say, racking your brain to try and figure out what the hell is going on.

When the doors open, Wanda pulls you out of the elevator so fast you could have gotten whiplash.

She pushes you into the 3rd door on the right before quickly closing the door behind her.

You've seen this room. This is the room from that... Dream? You saw. Wanda steps in front of you, looking up at you with is that.. lust in her eyes? No way.

"Wanda, what is-" you begin to ask before she cuts you off, reaching her hands to the side of your face, tilting your head to meet her eyes. "Your thoughts are very loud, возлюбленный (sweetheart)"

You're confused for a second until. Fuck. How could you forget "The mindreader" What the fuck how do you forget that.

You're about to start profusely apologizing, but before you can, she pulls your head farther down so your lips are hovering over hers.

Staring at your lips, she asks, "Do you want to act on them?" looking back up into your eyes.

Fuck.

You lean in to meet her lips and lift her up as she wraps her legs around your waist her dress raising in the process. The kiss is fast and sloppy. Just the way you like it.

She's smiling, and she pulls herself tighter to you, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

You reach up to put a hand to her jaw as you lay her on the bed, never breaking the kiss. You try to savor the moment, not wanting to rush too much, but she has other plans. She reaches a hand down to grab your pants and pull your hips to grind into her center.

You let out a groan as you give in and start rubbing yourself against her, giving her the friction she desires.

Quickly, however, this begins to not be enough for the witch as her hand moves over to your belt buckle as she tries to open it. She gets impatient and her failed one-handed attempts, and her eyes flash red as your pants literally fly off of you, leaving you in only your boxers.

Surprised and half confused, you pull away for a second, but she's not having it as she pulls you back to her and flips you both over so she's on top of you.

She grinds her hips up and down your full length, her dress now high enough that you can feel her warmth through her thin panties. She moves her kisses down your jaw and to your neck. All you can do is grip her hips and tilt your head to give her better access.

She lifts the bottom of your shirt and starts kissing down your torso before sitting up. At the loss of contact, you prop yourself up on your elbows, looking at her in a confused daze.

"Take it off," she demands, and you quickly throw your shirt over your head. You look back at her as she stares at your torso, admiring you.

You begin to grow uncomfortable with the scrutiny. Seeming to sense it, she leans back in to kiss you. She moves your hands to the bottom of her shirt, wrapping your fingers around the bottom of her dress. "Take it off," she whispers against your lips. You nod quickly, gathering the bottom of her dress and lifting it over her head.

Oh shit. She's not wearing a bra. You've been trying to contain yourself, but it is proving somehow harder than you expected.

She grabs your wrists to move your calloused hands and places them on her hips, slowly moving them up her curvy sides until you reach her breasts, where she places her hands over yours to squeeze and knead her.

You don't need to be told twice. You take to massaging her on your own, sitting up to kiss her. She allows you one kiss before pushing you back and placing her hands on your shoulders to support herself as she resumes grinding down on your now fully hardened member, eyes closing.

If she doesn't stop soon, you're going to finish before her. You can't have that.

You move one hand to her side and one to her face before flipping you both back over.

She looks angry for a second, but you begin an almost attack on her neck as you begin grinding against her warmth again.

Her eyes close as one of your hands slides down her side towards the waistband of her underwear. You slide your fingers just ever so slightly underneath and run them slowly across back and forth.

You move your mouth up to her ear before whispering, "Do you want me to touch you, Wanda?" And you pull back to look into her eyes.

She nods quickly and grabs the back of your head to pull you into another searing kiss.

You slowly slide your fingers down until you reach her warm center and groan as you feel how wet she is. You slide your fingers up and down from her entrance to circle her clitoris and back.

She moans loudly into your mouth at the sensation.

You move your kisses back to her neck and then down to her hardened nipples as you slide your fingers into her.

At this, she digs her nails into your back while arching off the bed, moaning loudly. It doesn't take long before she's wiggling and writhing, but just before she finishes, you'd gently pull your fingers out.

She whines at the loss, sitting up. "Why'd you store? Please don't stop."

You smile, moving up to kiss her. "Don't you want to play out your little show from earlier?" you whisper.

You place a hand on the back of her head, pulling her up onto her knees while you stand up, still kissing her. You then bend to grab her waist and, in one motion, lift her up and flip her over legs over your shoulders pussy against your face.

She lets out a small yelp, which quickly turns into a moan as you dig in. She wastes no time before fumbling to get your boxers off, 8" of you slapping her in the face.

She moves to taste you moaning as she does.

Her mouth plus the vibrations of her moans make you rethink if you'll stay stable enough to hold her, but you know you must power through.

You both continue your acts on each other like your lives depended on it.

You knew it wasn't long before you would climax, whether you liked it or not, but you just hoped you were good enough for her to be in the same situation.

You soon became confident that your hopes were true as her thighs began to squeeze your head like she was trying to crush a watermelon.

As you felt yourself getting closer, you couldn't help but begin thrusting into her mouth, though trying to keep it gentle, you could only control yourself so much.

With a little more moaning and groaning from both of you, you knew you would break soon. Just when you thought you couldn't hold it anymore, you heard a loud moan from Wanda and felt her reach to massage your balls, forcing you to climax with her.

You tried your best to stay upright somehow successfully before walking over to lay her on the bed. You move on top of her and move lower to clean her up with your mouth. She whines at the stimulation, and you rub a gentle hand over her stomach before moving to get up.

Once you're standing and about to gather your things, you hear a disgruntled sound come from the sleepy witch before you're lifted up and placed under the covers beside her.

You aren't complaining, and you're crazy tired, so you scoot closer and she rolls to lie her head on your chest.

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A/N: Sorry its short and probably not as well written as some of my other works I have to written in forever and also haven't been reading as often

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Title: When Life Gives You Tangerine

A shy girl from Jeju who secretly admires her lively classmate, Boo Seungkwan, through small, thoughtful gestures. As their lives take unexpected turns, her quiet support evolves over the years, blending childhood memories with dreams that grow far beyond their little island school. Pairing: Boo Seungkwan x Reader Genre: Fluff an: OMG, I forgot to include this part!! This was supposed to be included in Part One, and when I reread it, I just realized I forgot this. I'm sorry huhuhu😭

Seungkwan wasn’t as clueless as Y/N thought. Sure, he’d teased her that rainy day in class—“You! The quiet girl! Is it you?”—but he’d known all along. Those tangerines with their wobbly smiles and tiny “Fighting!” notes? Only one person in their class had cheeks that turned tangerine-red when she got shy. He’d caught her sneaking glances, seen her duck behind chairs, and he’d loved it. Every morning, he’d sit down, spot the tangerine grinning up at him, and feel like the luckiest kid in Jeju.

“Another one!” he’d say to Doyun, holding it up like a trophy. “Look at this heart—it’s so crooked, it’s cute!”

“You’ve got a secret admirer,” Doyun would snicker. “You should thank them.”

“Nah,” Seungkwan said, peeling it open. “She’s too shy. I don’t wanna scare her off. Plus, these tangerines? Best part of my day.”

But then, they stopped. The desk stayed empty, and so did Y/N’s seat at the back. Seungkwan frowned, poking Doyun one morning. “Hey, where’s the quiet girl? She sick or something?”

“Dunno,” Doyun shrugged. “Maybe she’s just late.”

She wasn’t late. Days passed, and Seungkwan started to worry. “What if she’s really sick? Like, really sick?” he whispered to himself, imagining all sorts of dramatic scenarios. Finally, he overheard Mrs. Kim talking to another teacher: “Y/N? Oh, she’s moved to Seoul with her parents.”

“Seoul?!” Seungkwan yelped, loud enough that Mrs. Kim turned around.

“Seungkwan, indoor voice!” she scolded, but he barely heard her. Y/N was gone—just like that?

That afternoon, he grabbed a tangerine from home, scribbled a quick “Get well soon!” on it (just in case she was sick), and marched to her grandparents’ house. He knocked, shifting nervously as the door creaked open.

“Oh! You’re the singing boy!” her grandma said, her eyes lighting up. “Seungkwan, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” he said, holding out the tangerine. “Is Y/N here? I heard she’s… gone?”

Her grandpa nodded, stepping out. “She’s in Seoul now, with her parents. Left real quick—didn’t even take all her things.”

Seungkwan’s shoulders slumped. “Oh… I brought this for her.”

Grandma smiled, taking the tangerine. “You’re a sweet boy. Wait here.” She shuffled inside and came back with a little sketchbook. “Y/N left this. We think you should have it—she was always drawing you, you know.”

“Me?” Seungkwan blinked, his cheeks going pink. He took the book, flipped it open, and—wow. Pages and pages of him: Seungkwan with a mic, Seungkwan with stars, Seungkwan on a stage with a crowd of tangerines cheering him on, their little faces beaming. He laughed, loud and bright. “She’s so funny! Look at these tangerines—they’ve got eyes!”

“She believed in you,” Grandpa said, chuckling. “Said you’d be a star someday.”

Seungkwan hugged the sketchbook to his chest. “I’m keeping this forever.”

Back home, he taped his favorite drawing—the one with the tangerine crowd—above his bed. Not long after, his life took a wild turn. A teacher uploaded a video of him singing at a contest, it blew up online, and suddenly, a company called Pledis was on the phone. High school hit, and boom—he was a trainee, sweating through dance practices and vocal lessons in Seoul.

Some nights, when he was bone-tired and ready to flop, he’d glance at that drawing. “You were right, Y/N,” he’d mumble, smiling. “I’m getting there.”

The other trainees noticed, of course. One day, Hoshi plopped down next to him, peering at the sketch. “What’s with the tangerine army, Seungkwan?”

“Oh, this?” Seungkwan grinned, holding it up. “It’s from my secret tangerine girl. Back in Jeju, she’d sneak these cute tangerines onto my desk—smiley faces, hearts, little notes. She was so shy, her cheeks would go all red!”

“Aw, that’s adorable!” DK cooed, leaning over. “Did you ever tell her you knew?”

“Nah, didn’t wanna embarrass her,” Seungkwan said. “But when she moved away, she left me this. Look at those tangerines—they’re my first fans!”

Mingyu smirked. “You’ve got a fan club before we even debuted. Lucky.”

“I know, right?” Seungkwan laughed. “She drew me like this—like I’d be a real singer. I wanna find her someday and say, ‘Look, your tangerines got me here!’”

Debut came, and Seventeen took off. Stages got bigger, crowds got louder, but Seungkwan never let go of that drawing. He’d tuck it into his bag for every tour, a little piece of Jeju magic. “Y/N’s out there somewhere,” he’d tell the boys backstage, grinning. “She doesn’t know it, but she’s the reason I kept going. I bet she’s still drawing tangerines for somebody.”

One night, after a massive concert, he stood on stage, waving to the sea of lightsticks. He didn’t know Y/N was out there, clutching her own tangerine, cheering him on like always. He didn’t know she’d become a Carat, her shy little heart still rooting for the boy who’d made her days brighter. But he held onto that hope—someday, he’d meet her again, show her that drawing, and say, “Hey, tangerine girl, we made it!”

[luc1dvisual]

discreet — karina x reader

pairing: idol!karina x idol!reader (aespa 5th member au)

synopsis: winter calls karina looking for y/n but does karina know more than she is leading on?

warnings: explicit nsfw content ahead

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything!” You can hear Winter from the other line of the phone.

“Don’t worry, you aren’t, I’m not doing anything important.” Karina tells her fellow member. She wouldn’t want her to worry for no reason, of course. “Manager Shin just wanted to let you that your solo performance will be released on Spotify soon and you will promote it on music shows in a few weeks. He tried to call you but it kept going to voice mail for some reason..” Winter rambled, almost nervously but what would you know? Karina laughed confidently, her sultry voice ringing through the air in a elegant way. “That’s odd, it says I have no missed calls from him, something must be playing up with my phone, I’ll go get it fixed soon.”, Karina was clearly annoyed but being on the other line of the phone, this annoyance was barely noticeable. Winter finally asks after a brief pause, almost like she was thinking “Oh yeah! Have you seen Y/N by any chance?” she asks in a innocent manner, clearly not knowing the truth of the matter..

You were currently sitting on Karina’s lap, bare naked with your legs open. The older girl was currently almost knuckles deep inside you, using her thumb to simulate your g-spot. You currently have your hand clamped tightly over your mouth, careful not to make any noises so Winter does not hear you. You clearly are making a effort on not getting caught but it doesn’t mean your leader is making that same effort. She would randomly start moving her fingers again when Winter would talk or would slap your ass to startle you. Your the maknae of aespa, one of the lead vocalists and centre. Your members adore you and always tries their best to keep you safe, especially one specific member… Your one of the most popular members and are speculated to be daring any man with a pulse. Little do these clickbait news websites know, you have been in a 2 year relationship with the Yu Jimin herself. You knew each other as trainees and became close friends. Your friendship only blossomed once you debut together and you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel anything for her pre-debut. Despite this, you tried to brush your feelings aside, convinced that the other girl would never feel that way about you. Oh and how wrong you were..

“Was that all, Minjeong? I’m a bit tired and I need some rest” Karina’s impatience was about to reach a new limit and she was actually about to hang up the phone on her member. “Yes that was all.. I just don’t get why Y/N wouldn’t tell us about going home to her mother and-“ You finally break and let out a muffled whimper. There is a beat of silence over at the other line, the obvious confusion and the unmistakable intention of that noise. “Jimin, what was that?” Winter was clearly confused, not trying to jump to any confusions. The members didn’t officially know about your relationship but their suspicions about the mutual romantic feelings for one another started a few months ago when your MC partner was being ‘overly kind’ to you when aespa got a music show win. Karina didn’t say anything but everything that needed to be said was all over her face and everything finally came together for the other 3 members.

“What sound? What are you talking about?” Karina played dumb but she couldn’t even stop the smirk that spread across her face, almost a hint of pride evident. “That.. it was nothing. I must be hearing things. Sleep well.” She hangs up before Jimin could exchange back the empty pleasantries. In this moment, you start to worry that Winter knows it was you and so many hypothetical scenarios run through your head. You about to start seriously stress about the outcome until you feel Karina add nothing finger. “Jimin-ah!” She strikes you on your ass again with a hint of superiority in her eyes. “Watch your mouth. What are you supposed to call your elders?” Jimin made sure to put on a pretentious tone when she asked the question, wanting a very specific answer. You were overwhelmed by the pleasure, shaking from the sensations. “…Sorry..” was all you could choke out as you couldn’t even think of forming words rather than answer somebody’s question at that moment. Karina was obviously displease as she took her hand off your chest and grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking it so your head was up. Jimin looked down at your overstimulated expression and asked “Sorry who? Use your words, baby.” In truth, she felt bad about being so rough but she always does what she needs to do she could get her way. That’s just the way she is, that’s how she got to debut you and her in the same group. You realise what she wants and you finally say “Sorry unnie..”. A familiar smug yet so attractive smirk spreads across her face. She kisses you on the cheek and says “Good girl.. now let unnie take care of you..”

note . . .

got this random burst of energy to write so that’s what I did! really wished I wrote more fics but I mostly did reading throughout the holidays and recharged after such a intense exam period. will try and write more, especially if I start getting requests

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[aouiaa]

INTRODUCING

barista!abby x trainee!reader

warnings and disclaimers included the following

## content of sexual wlw content [mdni 18+], a slight cameo of ellie williams and joel miller, a classic frenemies with ellie pie and abby bear, a mention of parental death, a mention of male genitalia, smut with somewhat plot, softdom!abby, sorta loser!abby (cutie pie), sub!reader, public sex (break room of coffee shop), usage of petnames (pretty girl), praising, orgasm denial (once), fingering, nipple play, cunnilingus, face sitting, cum eating, aftercare (fucking finally i write some), strong language.

barista!abby who’s also a student in business dreams of opening her own coffee shop in aspiration of honoring her father and love for books.

barista!abby who argues that she’s killing two birds with one stone since she’s building skill and working for her degree.

barista!abby whose such a SHOW OFF in front of girls she finds attractive, it so feeds into her ego when it works, and the girls are all ogling over her mastery at coffee art. yeah, it’s totally not the arms that are doing it for them.

barista!abby who hates that little red or whatever color haired fuck, ellie. the two have curated non-verbally a competition on basically whose dick is bigger. who makes the best batch, who makes this, who makes that. it’s never ending with these two.

barista!abby who’s convinced ellie in another lifetime was a king’s jester with her profound tricks that amused no one, but herself. the tricks themselves could threatened the woman’s head off alone, finding herself in a fetal position, in a pit of her own laughter. when abby eagerly sits on a unsuspecting “prize” during lunch, only to hear what can be described as a gust of wind. her flushed countenance instantly transformed into anger when the palm of her hand held a whoopee cushion.

barista!abby who went so warm when she saw you talking to the manager after ellie confirmed you were a new employee that if you stuck a thermometer under her tongue in that moment, it’d earn a hospital visit. and with ellie on sidelines teasing her for the state she’s in wasnt helping, unnecessarily quoting if she’s under weather, then rain on your home.

barista!abby who at the end of your shift on your first day surprised you with a free pastry as a warm, warm welcome. a small gesture, unfortunately, came with the price of a dispute with her boss, and money taken out of her week’s pay. amidst said scolding, a surprising opportunity came up. a good one at that, to train you at the expense of ellie’s days off of work to visit in her father, joel in their hometown, wyoming. despite the fact that she hardly listened after the inviting words of you, buzzed her mind with endless possibilities. it had her practically salivating at the numerous scenarios swirling around in her head.

barista!abby who’s a few weeks into training you, was losing her MIND over the taunting questions of you flirting or not. the causal strokes of your fingertips against her biceps alone were making the job harder. she had to get to the bottom of this, and like a detective corner you and have you plead for mercy.

barista!abby who, with an ironic twist, was usually consumed with thoughts, now found her mind solely preoccupied with you. her gaze fixed on the firm grip you maintained on the wooden handle, watching how your movements harmonized with its every swing as you rigorously mopped the floor. the purpose once held by the rag now seemed inconsequential as she leaned against the counter, arms folded, absentmindedly chewing on her lip. she imagined those hands of yours grasping onto her with the same unwavering hold they wielded when she stretched you out.

"take a picture, it'll last longer." you quipped, confidence resonating in your tone, and looking over your shoulder to show off the smirk that truly sells it. you knew she had been watching the entire time, and now had the satisfaction of catching in her act. she scoffed lightly, attempting to cover up her evident embarrassment, clearly trying to play it off.

“my phone’s in the locker, care to help?” she taunts.

barista!abby who watches you, utterly mesmerized by your frenzied movements against her fingers, pinned against the locker, using your hands as support to hold yourself up. the sounds you emitted resembled a blender running at full speed, loud enough to reach the nation if anyone had been nearby. thank god, it was just the two of you for the closing shift, dissipating the risk of scaring any customers away.

her ring and middle finger slid diligently in and out of you, while her right hand teased your hardened nipple between her pointer and thumb. her chin rests on your shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses on the bruises that dotted your neck. the gorgeous blues remained fixed on your mouth, agape to let her hear the sweet sounds of your pleasure. the corners of her lips curl into a satisfied smirk as she watched you tremble at the touch of her curling fingers on your g-spot.

abby's precise movements brought you closer and closer to the brink, the sensation was almost too much to bear. but just as you were about to succumb to the pleasure, her fingers slipped from your grasp. confused and frustrated, you’re flipped onto your back against the metal, meeting the gaze of the master puppeteer.

"you think i’m was gonna let you come and not see this gorgeous face?" she teased, admiring your disheveled state.

you frowned in protest, "i was just about to cum, asshole."

"careful, or you won't at all." she warned, taking your hand and leading you to a bench nearby. "sit on my face, pretty girl. no holding back." she commanded, her eyes filled with anticipation.

this time, with no complaints, you willingly complied with this new plan. abby's capable hands gripped the plush of your thighs, guiding you down onto her waiting mouth. the moment her tongue made contact, a moan tore itself from your larynx as a newfound sensation washes over you. your hand streams through her mane, tugging at the strands as she laps through your petal soft lips.

your hip, limited to their range of motion, rut back and forth against her prominent features, your body orchestrating itself towards it’s imminent. it wasn't long before the tension building in your abdomen snapped, sending you through the throes of your orgasm. your release painting the lower half of her face.

talk about a clean up in aisle seven!

barista!abby who makes sure you’re beyond comfortable, delicate caresses and praises when taking care of you. she, even going the extra mile, makes you hot coco, watching the liquid slosh within the mug, as she approaches you with a soft “there you go.” in response, you flash a smile and gratitude. she stood there, hands on her hips, observing you savor the drink. a grin tugging at her lips as she took in the sight of her oversized jacket draped over your shoulders.

intrigued by her smile, you raise an eyebrow and playfully inquire, "hey, what’s got you smiling over there?"

she chuckles softly, a light hue of pink painting her cheeks as her gaze momentarily wavers. looking everywhere but you, she brushes it off with a scoff, scratching her cheek. “nothing, just…” there's a brief sight of contemplation before she inevitably hesitates, shaking her head with a sigh. "nothing, forget it.” she dismisses.

you let out a hearty laugh, setting your mug aside. leaning forward playfully, you tease gently. "are you really going shy on me? like werent you just eating me out a second ago.“ a smirk adorning your features as you tilt your head.

her smile grows nervous, scratching the back of her neck as her blush deepens. mumbling a curse under her breath, she gathers the courage to ask, "i was just wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me?"

i’ll let you be the judge of that. part two?

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[kyunghwannie]

Entangled In A Dance Of Love. (Part-1: Momo's Arrival In Your Life)

Ft. TWICE'S Hirai Momo (x Male Reader as a trainee)

Genre: Slow Burn Love. (No smut in this part)

Backstory: You are an Ace trainee in JYPE, one who have been pushing throughout vocals, rap, visual aspects. Though, your dancing needed polishment. But who knew fate would entangle you to Hirai Momo of TWICE, the goddess of Dancing herself, as your "dance mentor". She was someone you admired a lot and now she is gonna be your dance mentor? Damn, chilling. But your connection doesn’t stay all Serious and dancing when a new person joined in between you which led Momo to come clean on her feelings Harboured for you.

You're in the practice room, the soft glow of the overhead lights casting a focused ambiance as you stand in front of the mirror. The track plays in your headphones, the rhythm pumping through your veins as you hit each note with precision. The lyrics flow out smoothly, but you can't shake the feeling that something is off. You've been practicing for hours now, and you know you need to perfect every detail if you want to impress.

Y/N: "I have to get this right... I can't afford to slip up."

You pause and sigh, taking a moment to collect your thoughts before going over the lyrics again. The song's melody starts anew in your ears, and you belt out the chorus, the notes crisp and clear this time.

Just as you begin to feel that little bit of relief, the door creaks open.

You turn around, half-expecting one of the other trainees to barge in, but it's someone you recognize instantly-Jin, a staff member you've grown close to over the past few months. He's always been easygoing, a calming presence amid the chaos of training.

Jin: "Not bad, Y/N. But, you've been at this for hours. You're gonna wear yourself out if you keep going like this."

You chuckle, wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead.

Y/N: "I want to get it perfect, Jin. I can't let anyone down."

He shrugs, giving you that reassuring smile that always seems to put you at ease.

Jin: "You'll do fine. But I'm actually here to let you know-looks like you're getting a mentor soon."

Your eyes widen in surprise.

Y/N: "A mentor? Who?"

Jin: "Well, it's a surprise, but I'm sure you'll get along with her. Just be ready. You'll meet her soon."

With that, Jin steps out, leaving you to digest the news. A mentor... You can't help but wonder who it could be.

Your mind races as the door shuts behind Jin. A mentor... A woman... The words repeat in your head like a song you can't escape. Who could it be? The possibilities swirl in your thoughts-maybe a popular choreographer, someone from Stray Kids or GOT7? But, no, they are men... That thought doesn't leave you.

Your heart skips a beat as the idea lodges itself in your mind. Could it be... one of the members from TWICE?

You lean against the mirrored wall, your reflection staring back at you. You can't help but replay every interaction you've had with the TWICE members-how they always seemed so effortlessly graceful, their presence filling the room. And yet, you've only had the briefest of encounters with them so far. You've been focused on your own training, never imagining that one of them could be your mentor.

But now, with the mention of a "dance mentor," only one name comes to mind-

Hirai Momo.

The thought hits you like a jolt of electricity. She's not only an incredible dancer, but she's also known for being kind yet strict, pushing everyone around her to be their best. The idea of training under her makes your stomach flutter, and you try to quell the excitement building inside of you.

Y/N: "What would I even say to her? How should I act? Should I be professional or... maybe a little more friendly?"

You fidget with the hem of your shirt, overthinking every possible scenario. What if you mess up in front of her? What if you make a fool of yourself? You've heard stories of how intimidating TWICE can be to trainees, how everyone respects them for not just their talent but their discipline. And now... What if she's the one who'll be overseeing your progress?

The more you think about it, the more nervous you become. You imagine Momo walking into the practice room, her smile lighting up the space as she greets you with that gentle yet confident air she has. But then, you also imagine the strict, no-nonsense side of her, pushing you harder than you've ever been pushed before.

Y/N: "Okay. Just breathe. No need to stress. Just be yourself. No matter who it is, I'll make this work."

But as you mutter the words to yourself, that little spark of worry refuses to die. Could it really be Momo? You have to admit, the thought makes your heart beat faster than you'd like to admit.

Meanwhile

In a different part of the building, Momo was lounging on the couch in the practice room, surrounded by her fellow members of TWICE. The atmosphere was casual and light-hearted, the sound of laughter and chatter filling the air. Momo had kicked off her shoes and was happily munching on a bag of chips, not a care in the world. The tension of her usual training was far behind her, and for once, it felt good to just relax with the girls.

Momo: "These chips are the best." She laughed, tossing a few into her mouth, savoring the crunch as Sana and Dahyun chatted about the upcoming performances.

Sana, always the playful one, grinned at Momo's casual demeanor.

Sana: "You know, Momo, you should take a break more often. You're always working so hard."

Momo smiled but shook her head.

Momo: "It's just... hard to rest when there's so much to do. But today? It's a cheat day."

Just as Momo was about to grab another handful of chips, the door to the practice room swung open. The girls all glanced over, and Jeongyeon stepped in with a slightly serious expression, but there was an underlying curiosity in her eyes. She walked over to where Momo was lounging on the couch, her voice lowering slightly as she leaned in.

Jeongyeon: "Momo... I need to talk to you about something."

Momo looked up from her chips, raising an eyebrow, sensing a change in Jeongyeon's tone.

Momo: "What's up, Jeongyeon? Did something happen?"

Jeongyeon glanced around to make sure the others weren't too close, and once she was certain the room was quiet, she sat down beside Momo.

Jeongyeon: "It's about the new trainee... Y/N."

At the mention of your name, Momo's lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. She had been keeping a close eye on you ever since you entered JYPE. From the moment she saw you, she had sensed that you were different. You were an ace, someone who excelled at everything-vocals, rap, even your visuals were on point. But there was one thing that stood out above all else: your dance needed work.

And Momo, being the meticulous and driven dancer she was, knew you had potential. She had made up her mind long ago to take you under her wing, though no one else knew about her plans. The decision was personal-and only she knew why.

Momo: "What about Y/N?" she asked casually, trying to play it cool, though a glint of mischief sparkled in her eyes.

Jeongyeon leaned in closer, her voice dropping even lower.

Jeongyeon: "I've heard some things... about how he's this amazing all-around trainee. He's good at everything, but his dancing? Not so much. So... are you really going to be his mentor?"

Momo raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly as she tapped her fingers against the bag of chips.

Momo: "What, you're surprised? I think I'm just the right person for the job."

Jeongyeon crossed her arms, eyeing Momo with a skeptical look.

Jeongyeon: "But you've been keeping this under wraps, haven't you? We didn't know you were even considering being a mentor for him."

Momo shrugged nonchalantly, though there was a hint of excitement in her voice as she spoke.

Momo: "What can I say? Sometimes the best things are worth keeping a little secret. Besides, Y/N's talented. I think with a little help, his dance will improve in no time."

Jeongyeon tilted her head, studying Momo carefully.

Jeongyeon: "You know... I've seen him train a few times. He's pretty amazing, and I've heard everyone talking about how he's got potential in every area. But why you? Why did you want to take him on as a project?"

Momo's smile widened, a playful glint flickering in her eyes. She took a moment before responding, making sure no one else was listening too closely.

Momo: "It's because I know he has the potential. But what you don't know is... I've got my reasons."

Jeongyeon's eyes narrowed, her curiosity piqued even further. She knew Momo well enough to know that when she had a reason, she was usually right. But this... there was something more to it.

Jeongyeon: "You're acting like there's a deeper reason for this. What's going on?"

Momo leaned back on the couch, looking thoughtful for a moment. She had always been a bit of an enigma, and Jeongyeon knew that when Momo wanted to keep something to herself, she wouldn't share. She was about to say something more when a mischievous grin appeared on her face.

Momo: "Let's just say... I have a personal interest in making sure he succeeds. That's all."

Jeongyeon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but not pushing any further. She had learned over the years that when Momo said something like that, it was best to leave it alone-for now.

Jeongyeon: "Alright, alright... I'll take your word for it. But don't make me find out the hard way."

Momo chuckled softly, popping another chip into her mouth.

Momo: "You'll see. Everything will unfold in time."

The conversation faded as the other members continued their lighthearted banter, but Momo's mind was already focused on what lay ahead. She had made her choice, and nothing would stop her from helping you reach your full potential-whatever the cost.

She wasn't just going to train you as a dancer-there was something more in store for you. Something only Momo understood. And soon... you would, too.

Momo "Y/N... what is it about you?"

Momo sat back on the couch, letting her fingers absentmindedly toss a few more chips into her mouth. The crunch was satisfying, but it did little to drown out the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind. Her gaze flickered toward the other girls, laughing and chatting, completely unaware of the quiet, calculated decisions happening under the surface. They had no idea-none of them knew the plan she had in motion.

She couldn't deny it. From the first time she saw you, she knew there was something about you. You weren't like the other trainees who struggled with one thing but excelled at others. You were good-no, great-in all aspects. Vocals, rap, your visual presence... and yet, the dance. That one thing. It needed refinement, but it wasn't hopeless. Far from it.

It had taken Momo a while to realize why you piqued her interest so much. At first, it was just your undeniable talent that caught her attention. You stood out in the crowd of trainees with a natural aura that only the best had. But then there was something else... something that stirred in her chest every time she saw you try, every time you stumbled and picked yourself back up.

Momo "You're frustratingly perfect. Almost too perfect for someone like me to take under my wing."

She laughed quietly to herself, biting her lip. It wasn't just about the dance. It was about you. About the way you pushed yourself, the way you held yourself even when you were unsure. There was a vulnerability in you-something raw and untapped-that she found herself strangely drawn to. You weren't afraid to fail. And that... that was what made her want to help you even more.

But that didn't mean she was going to make it easy for you. No, she wasn't some kind of fairy godmother, here to wave a magic wand and make everything perfect. She wasn't going to hand you success on a silver platter.

Momo "You think I'm going to make it easy for you, don't you?"

Her lips curled into a smirk, the feeling of power creeping back into her veins. You might think she'd be there to cheer you on, to guide you every step of the way, but she knew better than that. This wouldn't be a typical mentorship.

Momo "I'll break you down. And then, I'll build you back up."

She wasn't going to coddle you. She was going to push you to your limits, take you to places you never thought you could go-and then watch you rise. It wouldn't be smooth sailing, but that was part of the thrill. She knew you could handle it. But the question was-could you handle her? Could you deal with the way she would challenge you? The way she would keep you on your toes, never giving you an inch of comfort.

Momo chuckled again, her gaze flicking briefly over to where the girls were chatting away, oblivious.

Momo "They don't get it. They don't know why I chose you."

She leaned back into the couch, letting the weight of her decision settle on her shoulders. It wasn't just about polishing your dance skills or getting you ready for your big debut. No, there was something else she was after-something only she knew. Something only she could give you.

Momo "You're not just going to be another trainee. You're going to be someone who stands out for reasons beyond just your skill. And I'll make sure of that."

She could already see the way you'd react-your surprise, your confusion, maybe even frustration as she pushed you harder than anyone else would. But that was exactly what made it exciting. She could sense it, that you were going to be a challenge. And Momo, well, she loved a good challenge.

But the deeper truth of it all? Why her? Why you?

That was the part only she could answer.

Momo's smile turned a little more mischievous, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest. She wasn't going to tell you now. She wasn't going to give away anything. Not yet. She would let you wonder.

Momo "You'll figure it out in time... And when you do, I hope you'll understand why I chose you, Y/N."

She stood up, stretching, the plan already taking root in her mind. There was a lot of work to be done, but with you, it would be fun.

As Momo was lost in her thoughts, her plans swirling around in her mind like a secret waiting to be uncovered, she felt a familiar weight press against her side. A soft, almost too gentle touch on her shoulder. She glanced down to see Sana, who had somehow found her way over, her usual playful grin lighting up her face.

Sana: "Momo-oo! What's going on in that little head of yours?"

Momo's smirk faltered, and she rolled her eyes as Sana flopped onto the couch beside her, resting her head on Momo's shoulder. Her arms immediately snaked around Momo's waist in that signature clingy way, and Momo sighed, leaning into the touch despite herself.

Momo: "Sana, seriously. Why are you so needy today?"

Sana simply pouted, pressing closer as she batted her eyelashes in that exaggerated way she knew would get under Momo's skin. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Sana: "I just want to be close to my favorite Momoring! You've been too focused on your new 'project' lately."

Momo chuckled, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face as she leaned back into the couch, her eyes narrowing slightly at the mention of the "project." It wasn't something she'd been hiding, exactly. But it was clear Sana had noticed the extra attention Momo had been giving to you, and the curiosity in her voice wasn't subtle.

Sana: "So... how's your new mentee?"

Momo froze for just a moment, her fingers idly running over the edge of the chip bag, suddenly aware of Sana's intense gaze. She could feel the shift in the air, the way Sana's playful tone had dropped into something more serious. She wasn't just asking about a trainee-she was asking about you.

Momo tried to keep her tone casual, but there was something about Sana's close proximity, the way her arms tightened around her, that made it hard to ignore the undercurrent of tension.

Momo: "Y/N's... fine. He's a little rough around the edges with his dancing, but he's got potential. You know, he's the ace trainee. All the potential in the world, but he just needs the right kind of guidance."

Sana's lips quirked up in a sly grin as she tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as she took in Momo's response.

Sana: "Hmm... You're really into him, aren't you?"

Momo blinked, momentarily taken aback by the directness of Sana's words. She hadn't expected Sana to see through her so easily-then again, Sana had always been sharp, and even though she acted playful and carefree, she wasn't blind to what was going on.

Momo: "What? No, I'm just his mentor. I'm just focused on his dance-nothing more."

Sana leaned closer, her voice suddenly lower, almost teasing.

Sana: "Oh? Because I've been noticing you've been looking at him a little... differently." She placed a finger on Momo's cheek, tracing the outline lightly, and then smirked. "I think you're a little bit too interested in him, Momo."

Momo bit her lip, trying to maintain her composure. But deep inside, her heart raced. She wasn't sure why the thought of Sana prying so deeply into her plans bothered her. Maybe because she'd been so careful to keep it a secret, or maybe because she didn't want anyone to steal that edge of control she had over the situation.

Sana, of course, wasn't one to let anything go. Her hands moved to Momo's shoulders, massaging lightly, the kind of tender touch that only a few people could get away with. It was obvious Sana knew exactly what she was doing-she wasn't just being clingy. She was trying to probe, trying to figure out what Momo was hiding.

Sana: "Come on, Momo. You can tell me. I've been hearing a lot about this Y/N guy. I know he's talented and all, but I can see that he's caught your eye. Why are you so interested in him?"

Momo tried to keep her voice steady, her gaze avoiding Sana's as she pretended to be more interested in the bag of chips in her hand. But inside, she could feel her guard starting to slip, even if only a little.

Momo: "You're overthinking it. I'm just helping him out. He's talented, but he's not ready yet. I'm just... doing what I do best."

Sana chuckled, brushing her nose against Momo's neck in that irritatingly affectionate way.

Sana: "You know, I don't believe you for a second. You've got that look in your eyes, the one you always get when you're being cryptic and mysterious."

Momo couldn't help but laugh. She'd always been the secretive type, and while she didn't mind teasing Sana with her vague answers, the truth was that this-you-wasn't something she wanted to share just yet. She wasn't ready for someone else to start getting any ideas about you.

Momo: "Maybe I just don't want to share everything with you, huh?"

Sana giggled, obviously not convinced but enjoying the tease. She nuzzled into Momo's shoulder more, her voice softening.

Sana: "Fine, I get it. You'll tell me eventually, right?"

Momo smiled, her fingers tracing circles on the chip bag, the feeling of Sana's warmth against her side oddly comforting.

Momo: "Maybe. Maybe not. But just know... I'm not letting him get away that easily."

Sana raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued again.

Sana: "Oh? Why not?"

Momo's smile turned into something more enigmatic, a knowing glint in her eyes. She leaned back into the couch, savoring the mystery she was leaving between them.

Momo: "Why do you think, Sana? He's mine to shape. And trust me... I don't plan on sharing."

Sana pulled back just slightly, just enough for Momo to see the way her lips curved into a knowing smirk. Her arms were still draped around Momo's shoulders, but there was something different now-something calculated in the way she tilted her head, her soft brown eyes watching Momo with quiet amusement.

Sana: "Mmm... You don't plan on sharing, huh?"

Momo didn't respond right away. Instead, she just stared at Sana, her expression unreadable. She knew where this was going. Knew exactly what Sana was trying to pull.

And of course, Sana wasn't the type to just let things go.

Sana: "That's cute, Momo," she continued, voice light, almost playful. "But you know... You're not the only one who's been paying attention to him."

Momo's fingers, which had been lazily toying with the edge of the chip bag, stilled for a moment. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but Sana caught it.

She always caught these things.

Momo: "Oh?" Her tone was casual, effortless. "And here I thought you were too busy clinging to me to notice."

Sana chuckled, brushing a strand of Momo's hair behind her ear in an almost affectionate manner before leaning in, whispering just close enough for only Momo to hear.

Sana: "You think I don't have eyes, Momo? Please."

Momo didn't flinch, didn't even let her expression waver, but something in her stomach curled-something unfamiliar but not entirely unwelcome.

Sana was testing her. Again.

Sana: "He's interesting," she mused, her voice slow, dragging the words out as if she were savoring them. "A real all-rounder. He's got the talent, the looks... and from what I've seen, he's got that little spark, too."

Momo exhaled quietly through her nose.

Momo: "And?"

Sana's smile widened just a fraction.

Sana: "And," she echoed, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious."

The words weren't just a statement-they were a challenge.

Momo finally turned to look at her fully, her eyes scanning Sana's expression, searching for something deeper. And she saw it. The flicker of something competitive, something playful yet sharp beneath the surface.

It wasn't jealousy. Not in the way most people would think.

It was the same kind of rivalry they had always had-the same push and pull, the same silent battle that kept their friendship interesting.

Sana wasn't here to ruin anything.

She was here to compete.

Momo: "Curious, huh?" she mused, tilting her head. "That's a dangerous word, Sana."

Sana grinned, her fingers lightly tracing the fabric of Momo's sleeve.

Sana: "Only if you're scared."

Momo scoffed, shaking her head, a small laugh escaping her lips.

Momo: "Please. If anyone should be scared, it's you."

Sana raised an eyebrow.

Sana: "Oh? And why's that?"

Momo leaned in, lowering her voice just slightly, the weight of her words settling between them.

Momo: "Because I already made the first move."

For the first time in the conversation, Sana paused. Just for a second. But that second was enough for Momo to know she had landed a hit.

Sana quickly recovered, though, her smile turning sharper.

Sana: "Hmm... So that's why you kept this whole thing quiet. You didn't want me getting any ideas."

Momo didn't answer. She didn't need to.

Sana exhaled dramatically, finally pulling away, though her presence still lingered, her warmth still pressed against Momo's side.

Sana: "Well, that's too bad. Because now... I do have ideas."

Momo smirked, shaking her head as she reached for her bag of chips again.

Momo: "Too late. I already called dibs."

Sana laughed, throwing herself back against the couch, her head resting against Momo's shoulder once more.

Sana: "Dibs? Momo, sweetie, you should know by now that I don't believe in dibs."

Momo watched as Sana finally peeled herself away, stretching her arms above her head with an exaggerated sigh before turning toward the rest of the girls. But as she did, there was a deliberate shift in her step-a playful, teasing sway of her hips that Momo immediately clocked.

Momo chuckled, her gaze flickering toward the ceiling.

Of course.

Sana knew exactly what she was doing.

Momo leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms as she watched the display unfold, her lips pressing together in a knowing smirk.

Sana took her time walking back toward the others, her movements slow and effortless, as if she wasn't just teasing Momo right now. But at the last second, right before she fully rejoined the group, she stopped.

And turned.

Her eyes found Momo's instantly, and there was that same mischievous glint, the one that had been lingering between them all night.

Sana: "You know, Momo..."

Her voice was light, almost sweet, but Momo wasn't fooled.

Sana: "You may have made the first move..."

Momo arched an eyebrow, waiting.

Sana's smirk widened.

Sana: "But don't forget-TWICE is still Y/N's sunbaes."

The room felt just a little smaller at that moment.

Momo knew what she was getting at.

Sana tilted her head slightly, her eyes twinkling with something between amusement and challenge.

Sana: "Which means I don't need an assignment to hop in."

Momo's fingers twitched against her sleeve, her smirk unwavering, but internally, she felt something spark inside her-something competitive, something she hadn't quite expected to feel so strongly.

So that's how she wanted to play it.

Sana held her gaze for another second, letting the words linger, letting them settle between them like an unspoken promise. Then, with a playful flick of her hair, she spun back around and waltzed toward the others as if she hadn't just dropped a bomb between them.

Momo exhaled through her nose, shaking her head with a quiet chuckle.

Momo (to herself): "Tch. This girl..."

She reached for another chip, popping it into her mouth with a thoughtful crunch.

This was going to be interesting.

Momo's Thoughts

Momo kept her eyes on Sana's retreating figure, watching the effortless way she slid back into conversation with the other girls.

That last line... That smug little grin...

Sana wasn't just teasing.

Momo sighed, crunching another chip between her teeth as she let her thoughts settle.

Sana was clever. She never made things too obvious, but if you knew her well enough, you could pick up on the small things-the way she lingered on a topic, the way she threw in playful jabs that held just a bit of truth beneath them.

And now, Momo knew.

Sana had been watching you, too. Maybe not in the exact way Momo had, but... the interest was there.

Of course, it was.

It wasn't hard to see why. You weren't just another trainee. You were different. The kind of talent that wasn't just impressive-but exciting.

And Momo... she had seen that before anyone else.

That's why she had made the move first. Why she had planned this from the start.

Why she had been so adamant about being the one to mentor you.

Sana could play her little games all she wanted, but Momo wasn't going to let this slip through her fingers.

She knew how to guide you. How to push you. How to shape you into something even greater.

And if-just if-something more happened along the way...

Well.

That was her business.

She reached for another chip but stopped, suddenly losing interest in the snack.

Her mind was elsewhere now.

On you.

And apparently... she wasn't the only one.

Sana's Thoughts

Sana smiled as she rejoined the girls, slipping into the conversation naturally, laughing at whatever joke Nayeon had thrown into the mix.

But her mind was still on Momo.

And you.

She could feel Momo's stare, even if she wasn't looking anymore. That small pause, that shift in the air-Sana knew she had struck a nerve.

Good.

She wasn't stupid. She had noticed the way Momo had been paying more attention to you lately. The extra time spent watching you, the way she always seemed to bring you up in casual conversation.

At first, Sana had thought it was just Momo being Momo-passionate about dance, about shaping raw talent.

But the more she watched... the more she listened...

The more she realized it was more than that.

And that's when it had hit her.

This isn't just about mentoring, is it, Momo?

Sana didn't know what exactly Momo was planning. But she did know one thing-if Momo was interested, then so was she.

Not just because of their little unspoken rivalry.

Not just because she liked to tease Momo.

But because, if she was being honest...

She had already taken an interest in you.

Maybe not in the way Momo had. Not yet.

But now?

Now, she was paying closer attention.

She glanced over her shoulder, just for a second, just to catch Momo still sitting there, looking as composed as ever.

Sana smirked.

This was going to be fun.

Back To Y/N

The dorm room was quiet, the only sound being the faint hum of the city outside and the steady ticking of the clock on your wall. You lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling, arms resting behind your head as your mind raced.

Jin's words kept replaying in your head.

"You're getting a mentor. And it's a woman."

At first, you had gone through all the possibilities-some senior trainer, a choreographer from another company, maybe even someone from a different JYPE group. But no matter how much you thought about it, one name stood out.

Momo.

Hirai Momo.

The best dancer in K-pop. The standard. The one everyone looked up to when it came to performance.

And, more importantly, the only female who fit Jin's description.

You turned onto your side, gripping the blanket slightly.

If it was Momo, what did that mean for you?

You weren't lacking in skill. You knew that. Your vocals, rap, and visuals were all strong-but dance? That was the area where you needed polishing. And if anyone was going to push you to that next level, it would be her.

But still...

You exhaled, running a hand down your face.

How were you supposed to act around her?

She wasn't just another trainer. She wasn't some faceless coach giving you critiques from behind a clipboard. She was an idol. A top-tier performer. A legend in the industry.

And if she really was your mentor, then you'd be seeing her. Training with her. Learning from her, one-on-one.

Spending a lot of time with her.

You swallowed.

Would she be strict? Would she even take you seriously?

And... why you?

Of all the trainees in JYPE, why would she be the one assigned to you?

Your head sank deeper into the pillow as you sighed.

Maybe you were just overthinking it.

Maybe it wasn't Momo at all.

But deep down, a part of you already knew the truth.

And it made your heart beat just a little faster.

You let out a deep sigh, staring at the ceiling for a moment longer before pushing yourself up.

Y/N: "Tch... Why am I stressing over this?"

Your voice echoed slightly in the quiet room, but it wasn't like anyone was around to hear you talking to yourself. Still, the weight in your chest didn't disappear.

Shaking your head, you reached over to your desk, flipping open your laptop. The screen lit up instantly, and without thinking, your fingers navigated to YouTube.

TWICE's official channel.

It wasn't even a question of where to go-you already knew what you were looking for.

Your fingers hovered over the search bar for a second before typing: Momo Performance Project.

The video popped up immediately. You had seen it before, of course.

But tonight... it felt different.

You clicked on it, and the moment the music started, your eyes locked onto the screen.

Momo moved like she wasn't just dancing-she was breathing through her movements. Every step, every isolated pop, every fluid transition between soft and sharp-it was perfect. There wasn't a single unnecessary motion, not even the slightest hesitation.

And the control. The raw confidence she carried in every move.

Your jaw clenched slightly.

Y/N: "She's insane..."

It wasn't just her skill-it was the way she commanded the stage. She didn't just perform; she owned every second of it.

And that was who you'd be training under?

Your grip on the laptop tightened.

Y/N: "...I can't screw this up."

You didn't know why she had been the one assigned to you, or if there was a specific reason she agreed, but one thing was clear-if you were going to be trained by Momo, you needed to be ready.

Because if she expected you to keep up...

You had to.

Y/N: "I have to do this. I have to make her proud... I CAN'T FAIL HER-WAIT... MOMO... AHHHHH!!"

Suddenly, your face crumples, and the most dramatic sob escapes you. You flop dramatically onto the bed, clutching the laptop to your chest like it's the most precious thing in the world.

Y/N: "She's SO perfect... and I... I'm just a trainee... Why did she have to be so perfect?! I'll never keep up!!"

You roll over onto your side and let out a series of fake dramatic sobs, one hand covering your face, the other gripping the blanket for dear life.

Y/N: "MOMO... WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO TALENTED... AND BEAUTIFUL... AND... AND... AAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

You pause, sniffing loudly like you're truly devastated, then slowly open one eye to peek at the screen again.

You watch her move again, and before you know it, you're wiping away a comically exaggerated tear.

Y/N: "...I'm gonna make you proud, Momo. I swear. I'll do it... even if it means breaking every bone in my body-"

You pause again, realizing how ridiculous you sound.

Y/N: "...What am I even saying right now?"

You sit up quickly, wiping away an invisible tear with the back of your hand, trying to act like it never happened.

Y/N: "Okay, focus. I just... I need to be serious. But also, Momo... please go easy on me..."

Your eyes were glued to the screen. You didn't even realize your mouth was hanging open, jaw slack as you watched the video unfold.

There she was.

Momo, in all her badass glory, wearing a outfit that somehow made her look dangerous and angelic at the same time. You didn't even know how she pulled that off. But she did.

The black hat perched just right on her head, her crimson/deep red lipstick striking against her flawless skin-that was when your heart nearly exploded

Your breath hitched in your chest, and for a second, you thought you might pass out. You slapped a hand over your face, trying to cover up the overwhelming amount of fanboy energy coursing through you.

Y/N: "No way... no freaking way..."

She was, without a doubt, the definition of fierce. The way she moved, every step so sharp, so full of attitude. Then she twirled, the fabric of her outfit flowing with the motion and-wait, those clothes?!

You literally had to pause the video, blinking several times in disbelief. How was she able to make black and white silk look like it could kill?

Your body went slack as you fell backward onto the bed, letting out a dramatic gasp as if you had just witnessed a life-changing event.

Y/N: "I'm dead. I'm officially dead. Momo's a goddess, I can't take this. She looks so... SO GOOD. Ughhh, I'm gonna faint. I CAN'T BREATHE! WHAT IS THIS LEVEL OF SEXINESS?!"

Your face was on fire, and you couldn't even decide if it was from how beautiful she looked or from the absolute craziness of how she made everything she wore look like it had been designed to break hearts.

Y/N: "Momo, why are you doing this to me? Why do you have to look so badass...?"

You grabbed a pillow from the bed and buried your face in it. The way she pulled off every move in that video, looking like she was going to destroy anyone who dared stand in her way... it was too much. Too much, Momo!

Y/N: "I just wanted to train. But now I'm gonna train and cry over you every single day! I'll be lucky if I can speak without stuttering when I see her in person!"

Your dramatic fanboy moment reached its peak as you flopped onto the bed in an exaggerated fashion, gazing at the screen once more, mesmerized by the way Momo's eyes seemed to pierce straight through the camera.

Y/N: "I'm doomed."

You closed your eyes, laying back dramatically as if the weight of the universe had just crushed you. How were you supposed to live up to this level of perfection?

And yet, despite the overwhelming feelings of fangirl anguish, you couldn't help but smile. Because deep down, you knew you were about to be up close to this goddess of a mentor.

Y/N: "I can't... wait... to fail in front of her."

The Next Day - Practice Room

You arrived at the practice room early, expecting to see someone-anyone-waiting for you. Maybe a trainer, maybe a fellow trainee warming up, or maybe... her.

But when you pushed the door open, the room was completely empty.

The only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioning and the slight echo of your own footsteps against the polished floor.

Y/N: "Huh. Guess I'm early."

You exhaled, scanning the vast mirrors that lined the walls, the glossy floor that had probably been danced on a million times before by JYPE legends. And now, here you were.

Still, an empty room meant one thing-you could chill for a bit.

Without hesitation, you plopped down on the floor, leaning back against the wall with a satisfied sigh. From your bag, you pulled out the real MVP of the morning-your breakfast.

A fat, glorious chicken sub.

You unwrapped it carefully, as if it were a prized possession, before taking a big, satisfying bite.

Y/N: "Mmm... this is the life."

For a moment, you forgot about everything-the pressure, the nerves, the overwhelming realization that Momo might be your mentor. Right now, it was just you and this god-tier sandwich.

You leaned your head back, chewing slowly, staring at the ceiling like you were contemplating the mysteries of the universe.

Y/N: "Maybe I overthought everything yesterday. Maybe it's not even Momo. Maybe it's just some choreographer and I stressed for nothing."

You took another bite.

Y/N: "Yeah... Yeah, that makes sense. I mean, what are the odds that THE Momo would be personally training me?"

The thought almost made you laugh.

You were just a trainee. A really skilled one, sure, but still-this was Momo we were talking about.

JYP's dance queen.

The idol who shut down the industry with every performance she did.

The woman who singlehandedly made you cry in your dorm last night.

You paused mid-chew, suddenly remembering your embarrassing breakdown.

Y/N: "...Okay, we don't talk about that."

You shook your head, focusing back on your food. Breakfast first, anxiety later.

Taking another bite, you relaxed further against the wall, closing your eyes for a moment. The room was peaceful, quiet.

Too quiet.

It was almost suspicious.

Like the calm before a storm.

And little did you know... that storm had already arrived.

You took another slow, satisfying bite of your chicken sub, completely unaware of the impending chaos about to descend upon you.

The room was still empty, still peaceful. Just you, your sandwich, and the distant hum of the air conditioning.

Perfect.

You let out a relaxed sigh, leaning your head back against the wall.

Y/N: "Man... maybe I was stressing for nothing. I'll just take it easy today. No pressure. No freaking out. Just-"

BAM!

The practice room door slammed open so hard it echoed against the walls.

You choked.

Your peaceful morning shattered in an instant as you nearly dropped your sandwich, coughing violently as your body scrambled to process the sudden intrusion. Eyes wide, you turned toward the door, still mid-cough, trying to recover before you looked like a total fool.

And there she was.

Momo Hirai.

Standing in the doorway, wearing an oversized t-shirt printed pants, and a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Her blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she had a blank expression-no, actually, it was worse.

She looked straight at you like she had already expected this. Like she knew you'd be here. Like she knew exactly what was about to happen.

Your soul nearly left your body.

Y/N: "...!"

You were frozen. Absolutely frozen. Not because of fear, but because this was Momo.

Your brain, which had spent the past 24 hours overthinking her mere existence, was now short-circuiting at the real-life presence of said existence.

Meanwhile, Momo just stood there, scanning the room, before her eyes landed on you... and the half-eaten chicken sub in your hands.

Silence.

Complete, unbearable silence.

You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Then, after what felt like years, she finally spoke.

Momo: "...You good?"

You immediately straightened up, clearing your throat and forcing yourself to act normal.

Y/N: "Pfft. Yeah. Totally. 100% fine."

You were not fine.

Momo just blinked at you, her expression unreadable. Then, she stepped inside and shut the door behind her.

Momo: "You're early."

You awkwardly held up your sandwich like it was a valid excuse.

Y/N: "Breakfast."

She nodded slowly, dropping her duffel bag on the floor before stretching her arms over her head.

Momo: "Nice. Hope you enjoyed it, because once we start, you won't have time to eat like that again."

Your stomach dropped.

Your chicken sub suddenly didn't taste as good anymore.

You swallowed nervously, eyes locked on Momo as she casually walked toward the mirror, rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck like she was preparing for war.

Then, she glanced at you through the mirror.

Momo: "You ready?"

...Ready?

For what?

To train? To suffer? To collapse after two hours of dance drills?

No. No, you were not ready.

But looking at her-seeing Momo, Hirai freaking Momo, staring at you with that expectant gaze-you knew there was only one answer.

You inhaled sharply, pushing yourself up from the floor.

Y/N: "...Yeah. I'm ready."

Momo smirked.

Momo: "Good."

And just like that, your peaceful morning was over.

The Training Begins

Momo cracked her neck once more before clapping her hands together, immediately shifting into mentor mode.

Momo: "Alright. Let's warm up first."

You didn't hesitate.

Like a trained soldier, you sprang to your feet, wiping your hands on your pants to get rid of any crumbs from your now-forgotten sandwich. This was it. Game time.

Momo stretched her arms, rotating her shoulders before rolling her ankles. She barely had to try to look cool while doing it. Meanwhile, you... you were suddenly hyper-aware of every single movement you made, afraid that one wrong move would make you look like an idiot.

Momo: "Do what I do."

She bent forward, stretching her hamstrings. You immediately mirrored her, bending forward as well.

She moved into a deep side lunge. You followed without hesitation.

She twisted her torso, reaching for her toes. You copied, trying not to wobble.

Every single time she moved, you copied instantly, like a puppy trying to impress its owner.

Momo caught on to this very quickly.

Momo: "...You don't have to follow that fast."

You blinked.

Y/N: "I-Oh. Right. Yeah. Just, uh... making sure I don't fall behind."

Momo stared at you for a second before a small smirk played on her lips.

Momo: "Relax. This isn't a military drill."

Easy for her to say.

Still, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

After a few more stretches, Momo stood up straight, placing her hands on her hips.

Momo: "Okay. Let's see what we're working with."

She walked over to the speakers, scrolling through a playlist on her phone. You gulped.

She was going to make you dance.

Of course, you knew that was the whole point of this, but now that it was actually happening, you couldn't stop the nervous energy buzzing through your veins.

The music started-something with a steady beat, not too fast, not too slow. Momo turned back to you, arms crossed.

Momo: "Just freestyle. Show me your natural style."

Your natural what now?

You froze, blinking at her like a deer in headlights.

Y/N: "You mean... just... dance? Right now?"

Momo: "No, I meant juggle. Of course, I mean dance."

You swallowed hard.

Okay. Okay. This was your chance to prove yourself. You weren't just some rookie. You were a JYPE ace. You had skills.

You inhaled deeply, rolled your shoulders, and stepped into position.

The beat dropped.

You moved.

At first, you kept it simple, feeling out the rhythm. A few steps here, a few body rolls there. You weren't going to go all out yet-you needed to pace yourself.

Momo nodded slightly, observing with sharp eyes.

Then, you added a little more flair. A sharper pop. A quicker footwork pattern. A turn with a controlled isolation.

You sneaked a glance at Momo.

She was still watching. Still analyzing.

No reaction.

Your heart pounded as you picked up the intensity. You had to impress her. You threw in a few tricks, making sure everything looked clean.

Still... nothing.

Momo just stood there, arms crossed, eyes locked onto you like a scientist studying an experiment.

Your confidence wavered. Were you doing okay? Was she not impressed? Was she internally laughing at you?

Then-just when you thought you were about to die from the silence-Momo suddenly spoke.

Momo: "Stop."

You halted immediately, panting slightly.

Momo walked toward you, stopping just a foot away.

She tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly.

Then, she smirked.

Momo: "Not bad."

You exhaled so hard you nearly collapsed.

Y/N: "Th-Thanks."

Momo took a step back, stretching her arms again.

Momo: "But you're overthinking it."

You stiffened.

Y/N: "I-What?"

Momo: "You're too stiff. You're thinking too much about how you look instead of just feeling the dance."

She lifted an eyebrow.

Momo: "That why you were following my warm-ups like a lost puppy too?"

Your soul left your body.

Y/N: "I-Puppy?! No, I was just-"

Momo chuckled, shaking her head.

Momo: "Relax. You've got talent. I just need you to trust yourself more."

Trust yourself.

Easier said than done when Momo Hirai was literally standing in front of you, judging your every move.

Still, you nodded quickly.

Y/N: "Got it. Trust myself."

Momo smiled slightly before clapping her hands.

Momo: "Alright then. Let's go again."

And just like that, the training continued.

And you...?

You were just trying your absolute best not to die under Momo's intense gaze.

Momo tapped her phone, replaying the song from the beginning.

Momo: "Alright. Try again. This time, stop thinking so much and just feel the music."

You nodded, swallowing your nerves as the beat kicked in again.

This time, you tried to loosen up. No overanalyzing. No worrying about whether Momo was judging your every move.

Just. Dance.

Momo stepped in front of you, demonstrating a simple groove with her hips-fluid, natural, effortless. You mirrored her movements, matching her rhythm.

Then she added more flow, shifting smoothly from side to side, her body moving with an elegance that could only be achieved through years of experience.

You followed.

But this time... something clicked.

Your body moved instinctively, matching her pace, your hips rolling just a bit deeper, a bit smoother than before.

It was subtle-barely even intentional-but it happened.

And Momo noticed.

Her movements faltered for a split second, her eyes flickering toward you in surprise.

You didn't notice at first. You were in the zone, completely lost in the rhythm. Your body moved without hesitation, perfectly mirroring her flow-maybe even outdoing it by accident.

And that's when you saw it.

That flicker of something in Momo's expression.

Impressed.

She was impressed.

You almost tripped from the realization.

Wait. Did I just-?

Momo quickly recovered, tilting her head slightly as she continued the routine.

Momo: "...Not bad."

She tried to sound neutral. Casual. Like this was just normal practice.

But there was no missing the slight twitch of her lips.

A smirk.

A very faint smirk.

Your heart pounded. Did you just-Did you actually make Momo Hirai impressed for a second?

You weren't sure if you should be proud or terrified.

Momo, however, had already shifted back into mentor mode.

Momo: "Alright. Let's try something harder."

She moved into a sharper hip roll, slowing it down to emphasize control. You mirrored her without hesitation, feeling the motion sink into your muscles.

Again, your flow matched hers.

Again, you felt that tiny flicker of amusement in her eyes.

And again...

You had the strangest feeling that this training session was about to get way more interesting than you had originally expected.

Momo's smirk grew as she stepped back, rolling her shoulders.

Momo: "Alright, let's take it up a notch."

You didn't question it. You were already in the zone, locked into the rhythm, your body responding naturally. You weren't thinking anymore-you were feeling it.

Momo slid into a smooth transition, hips swaying in a controlled motion, before snapping into a sharp footwork sequence. You followed immediately, mirroring her movements without hesitation.

Her brows raised slightly.

She tried something more intricate-an elegant body wave flowing seamlessly into a sharp hip roll, a move often seen in girl group choreography.

You followed.

No hesitation. No awkwardness. Just pure muscle memory and rhythm.

Momo's eyes lit up with amusement.

Momo: "Oh?"

A challenge.

She switched it up, throwing in a more aggressive pop-and-lock move, something sharper and more masculine.

You copied.

She tested you again, smoothly blending in more feminine isolation work-a subtle chest pop followed by a delicate wrist flick.

You followed.

There was no thought of masculine or feminine styles in your head. You just danced.

And that was what caught Momo's attention the most.

Her smirk widened as she suddenly leaned in, shifting into a playful but fluid movement-shoulders rolling, hips swaying, an effortlessly charismatic groove.

She was pushing you now.

Testing you.

Would you hesitate? Would you get embarrassed?

Nope.

You met her energy head-on, matching her flow with the same smoothness, completely unfazed.

That's when it happened.

The unspoken shift.

The training session had officially turned into a full-on, unintentional dance battle.

Momo took a step forward, her body flowing through the music, challenging you with her movements.

You stepped forward too, seamlessly responding, your own rhythm intertwining with hers.

Her amusement deepened.

She upped the difficulty, executing a precise isolation, controlling each muscle with eerie precision.

You mirrored it near-perfectly.

Momo: "...Oh, you're serious about this."

You grinned.

Y/N: "I'm just following my mentor, right?"

Momo chuckled, rolling her eyes.

But she wasn't stopping.

She threw in a more sensual move, a slow and controlled body roll, her eyes flickering to yours to see if you'd hesitate.

You didn't.

You matched the movement smoothly, not even thinking about how close you two had gotten in the exchange.

The air shifted.

There was something about the way the two of you moved now-perfectly in sync, feeding off each other's energy.

And the best part?

Momo was genuinely impressed.

This wasn't just a test anymore.

This was fun.

And as the music continued, as the battle carried on with neither of you backing down, one thought crossed her mind-

Oh... this is gonna be interesting.

The music slowly came to an end, the beat fading out as you both stood there, breathing heavily. Your chest rose and fell in time with Momo's as you wiped the sweat from your brow, trying to catch your breath.

But now...

Now, there was only a comfortable silence between the two of you.

You stood upright, posture as poised as ever, but your heart was still racing. You felt the heat rise to your face-though it was a gentle warmth, it was enough to make you feel a little self-conscious about the whole exchange.

Did I do okay?

Momo slowly lowered her arms, her eyes studying you.

Momo: "You didn't even flinch."

You nodded quietly, avoiding her gaze, unsure if you'd truly done anything worthy of praise.

Y/N: "I... just followed your lead."

Momo gave a soft chuckle at your humble response.

Momo: "You're a lot more composed than I thought."

Her voice was light, but there was an edge of admiration in it. You could hear it, even if it wasn't direct.

For a moment, she simply stared at you, like she was sizing you up all over again.

And then, in a sudden shift of energy, she smiled.

Momo: "You're not bad, Y/N. Not bad at all."

You felt your cheeks flush, but you quickly lowered your head to hide it, not wanting to seem too affected by her compliment. You hadn't expected to get such praise from Momo of all people.

Y/N: "Thank you."

Your voice was soft, almost shy, but you felt it. You felt her approval in a way that made you want to work even harder.

Momo crossed her arms again, her smirk still present.

Momo: "We're just getting started, though. If you can keep up with me on the floor, maybe we'll see how you do in a real performance."

You nodded without a word, your gaze dropping momentarily. It was hard to keep your usual composed demeanor when the person standing in front of you was Momo, the one who had just pushed you to your limits and somehow... made you feel like you belonged in this space.

Y/N: "I'll keep working hard."

Momo studied you for another beat, then gave a single nod of approval. She finally dropped her arms and took a step toward the door.

Momo: "Good. See you tomorrow. And don't let that energy fade."

You nodded once more, your posture still straight, your gaze fixed on the ground as she walked toward the door. But before she left, she paused, glancing back at you.

Her eyes softened for just a moment.

Momo: "And... good job today, Y/N."

You felt your heart skip a beat, but you kept your expression neutral, even though you couldn't hide the slight warmth creeping into your cheeks again.

Y/N: "Thank you, Momo."

She smiled once more, a small, knowing smile. Then, with one last glance, she left the room, closing the door gently behind her.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

You stood there for a moment, still processing the session. You had kept your calm throughout the whole thing, but inside? Your heart was racing.

But you couldn't help but feel a little more confident now.

Momo had seen something in you, something that made her acknowledge your effort, your passion. And that... that meant more than any compliment.

You couldn't wait to see where this would go next.

Momo's Pov

The door clicked shut behind her, and Momo leaned against the cool surface of the wall, her breath still heavy from the intensity of the session.

She had to admit it: You were better than she expected. The way you followed her, no hesitation, no question. You didn't flinch, you didn't second-guess yourself. You just moved.

That's the kind of drive I like.

But as the initial satisfaction from the training session settled in, another, more complicated feeling started to bubble up inside her. It was the kind of feeling that had followed her since the moment Sana had opened her mouth yesterday.

Momo ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head lightly as she replayed the conversation in her mind.

Why does she always have to do that?

Sana: "You may become his mentor, Momoring. But we all are still his Sunbaes. I can still hop in without being assigned"

Momo had brushed it off in the moment, but those words? They had stayed with her.

Caught your eye.

And Sana's teasing smile, the way she'd said it so easily-so playfully-as if she already knew something Momo was only starting to realize herself.

It wasn't just about the mentoring.

It wasn't.

Momo closed her eyes for a moment, a sharp pang of frustration flickering through her.

She had to remind herself why she'd chosen you to mentor in the first place. You were talented, driven, already on the edge of greatness. You had the potential to be JYPE's next big thing, and she saw herself in you. She wanted to mold that potential, guide it, refine it.

That was the official reason, anyway.

But there was another reason, one that had been gnawing at her the whole time she watched you move in the studio, her eyes narrowing on every flick of your wrist, every tilt of your hips. The way you danced-effortlessly-reminded her of the very reason she'd fallen in love with dancing in the first place. The freedom, the passion. But also...

You were so much like her, and it felt like it made her possessive in a way she wasn't sure she wanted to admit.

A soft sigh escaped her lips.

Sana had noticed, too. That undeniable energy between you and her-Sana saw it, and she wasn't the type to let a potential rival slip by unnoticed. She was too competitive, too driven, too bold for that.

And now...

Now, this would be more than just a dance lesson.

Sana had been teasing, of course, but Momo knew it wasn't just playful banter. The competition in her voice was real. Sana was looking at you the same way Momo had. There was no mistaking it.

The idea of Sana getting closer to you, of her claiming what Momo was starting to feel a possessive claim over, left a bitter taste in her mouth.

She wasn't ready to admit it out loud. Hell, she didn't even want to acknowledge it to herself just yet. But the way her chest tightened, the way her heart skipped a beat every time you gave her that shy, humble smile, was more than enough to let her know.

She wanted you.

She'd always been the more bold one, the one who'd never hesitated to make a move. But Momo? She was always careful, always calculated. She had never gotten into a mess like this before.

And yet, here she was.

Wanting you.

Her competition was standing right next to her. And the way things were unfolding, it wasn't just about teaching you anymore.

It was about winning.

Winning you.

Momo pressed her hand to her chest, a slight twinge of pain sparking beneath her ribs.

This wasn't going to be easy.

But she wasn't backing down.

Momo's fingers tightened around the fabric of her shirt as she stood there, lost in her thoughts. She could feel her pulse quicken, and it wasn't from the dance practice.

It was from the growing weight of her emotions, the things she'd been trying to bury beneath the surface. She had never been this conflicted before-never so uncertain about what she really wanted.

She had always been in control, the calm, collected one. She had never let emotions cloud her judgment, especially not when it came to something like this.

But you? You had her questioning everything.

Your quiet intensity, your humility-it made her want to protect you, to guide you. But there was something else there, something more personal she wasn't ready to admit even to herself.

Her thoughts drifted back to Sana's teasing. Sana's knowing smile.

Of course, Sana had caught on. She always did. There wasn't a way to hide her feelings from someone like Sana, who thrived on competition and flirtation. Momo had expected this, but the feeling of being seen in such a way made her uncomfortably aware of just how much she was starting to care about you.

But now?

Now, she was torn.

Momo sighed deeply, letting the air leave her lungs in a long, slow exhale. She leaned her back against the cold, smooth wall, closing her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

She couldn't keep pretending like this wasn't becoming something more than just mentoring.

She had to face it.

She wanted you. Not just because you were a talented trainee. Not just because you had the potential to be JYPE's next star.

But because you made her feel something she hadn't felt in a long time.

The way you listened, the way you followed her movements so earnestly, your shy smile that melted her defenses-that was why she wanted to be the one to guide you.

And if Sana thought she was going to just let you slip away like that-if she thought she could just waltz in and take what Momo was starting to claim-then she had another thing coming.

This was her job.

She was going to be the one who shaped you, who molded your talent.

She was going to make sure you became great... for her.

Momo clenched her fists, the heat of determination flooding her veins.

She wasn't going to let anyone-especially not Sana-take this from her.

She would win.

And she would do it her way.

You stood alone in the practice room, trying to catch your breath after the intense session with Momo. Your chest still heaved as you leaned against the wall, silently reprimanding yourself for pushing a little too hard. The music had stopped, but the feeling of it still vibrated in your bones, and you were trying to reign in your breathing, to steady yourself.

As you closed your eyes for a brief moment, your thoughts drifting to the past hour-Momo's moves, her focus, the way she'd pushed you-you heard the soft click of the door opening.

Before you could even turn to see who it was, a voice broke through the stillness.

Sana: "Well, well, well... look who's hard at work."

You froze.

That voice-playful, teasing, and dripping with confidence-sent a jolt through you. The unmistakable voice of Minatozaki Sana, the aegyo queen from TWICE.

You turned, your breath catching in your throat when you saw her.

She stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with her signature sassy smile plastered across her face and waving at you. Her eyes glinted with that mischievous sparkle, and she was dressed casually, but effortlessly stylish. A loose white top, dark pants, and a light jacket draped over her shoulder. She didn't even look like she was sweating, as if she hadn't been dancing for hours already face

But what really hit you was the way she looked at you.

There was something in her gaze-something that had your heart stuttering for just a beat.

Sana: "Didn't know you had it in you, Y/N."

Her playful tone made you smile shyly, but you couldn't quite keep the heat from your cheeks as she slowly made her way into the room.

She didn't stop walking until she was just a few feet from you, her eyes assessing you from head to toe.

You felt yourself get a little self-conscious. Why did she have to walk in right now, of all times?

Y/N: "I... I'm just taking a break," you stammered, trying to keep your voice steady.

Sana tilted her head, that same playful smirk never leaving her lips.

Sana: "A break, huh?" She crossed her arms and leaned back against the nearest wall. "I was just passing by and saw someone here practicing hard... thought I'd come check on my future favorite trainee."

You blinked at her in confusion, unsure of what she meant by that.

Y/N: "Future favorite trainee?"

Sana gave a soft laugh, tapping her finger to her chin as if she were deep in thought.

Sana: "Well, it's just that... you've got something about you. I've seen Momo working with you, and she seems to have a special interest in you."

There was that glint in her eye again, and it made your heart race just a little faster.

Sana: "And I can't help but wonder... how much more special can you get?"

Her words hit like a subtle challenge, a direct comparison to the work Momo had been doing with you. You felt the tension in the air rise, but you weren't quite sure how to respond.

Sana stepped a little closer now, tilting her head to the side.

Sana: "But you know, it's not just about talent, Y/N. It's about connection too, don't you think?"

The way she said it was almost like a flirtation, though it was light-hearted and fun. Still, the meaning behind it was clear-she was sizing you up, in a way that felt far too personal for the situation.

Your thoughts were already clouded by Momo's intensity earlier. Now, Sana had stepped into the mix, and you found yourself unable to shake the feeling that something more was at play here.

Y/N: "I'm not sure what you mean..."

Sana gave you a knowing look, that smile curling into something more mischievous.

Sana: "Oh, you'll see soon enough."

The words hung in the air, thick with meaning.

She took another step forward, just enough for you to notice the way her presence seemed to take over the space.

Sana: "Just remember, Y/N," she said softly, her voice low but teasing, "while you're working hard, keep in mind that I'm watching too. And if you need a little extra guidance... I'm always happy to help."

You were too stunned by her proximity and the way she was speaking to respond immediately. Her eyes locked onto yours for a brief, intense moment, and then she gave you that trademark wink before stepping back.

Sana: "But don't keep me waiting too long, okay?"

You stood frozen for a moment, still trying to process the whole interaction.

---

The Fifth Day - A Shift in Momo

The past five days had gone by in a blur of sweat, aching muscles, and relentless practice. Every morning, you showed up at the practice room, ready to train under Momo's watchful eyes. And every day, she pushed you harder.

But today?

Today was different.

Momo wasn't just pushing you-she was driving you to your absolute limits.

Her sharp gaze was more intense than usual, her commands were brisk, and there was a weight in her tone that hadn't been there before.

Momo: "Again."

You wiped the sweat off your forehead, barely catching your breath before stepping back into position. You didn't question her. You never did.

Because she was Momo-the best dancer in K-Pop, your mentor, and someone you respected more than words could express.

And if she said "again," you did it again.

The music blared through the speakers, and you threw yourself into the choreography, following her every move like it was second nature by now. The steps were clean, but Momo wasn't satisfied.

Momo: "Tighter footwork. You're not locking in properly."

Your lungs burned, your legs screamed for rest, but you nodded and kept going.

Momo: "More control in your transitions."

You bit the inside of your cheek and adjusted, moving through the routine with as much precision as you could muster. But even when you thought you executed it well, her expression barely changed.

If anything... it looked like she was frustrated.

And yet, despite her harshness, you didn't fight back.

You didn't ask why she was pushing you harder than usual.

Because this was Momo-and whatever she demanded from you, you gave it without hesitation.

Because you admired her.

Her talent, her discipline, her presence.

Momo wasn't just a mentor to you-she was someone who had your complete respect.

So, even if your body begged for a break, even if her voice was sharper today, even if she seemed unusually cold-you took it all in stride.

Until finally, after what felt like an eternity, the music stopped.

You stood there, panting, sweat dripping down your face, your shirt clinging to your body. Your muscles trembled from exhaustion, but you refused to complain.

Momo crossed her arms, staring at you with a conflicted look.

You waited for her to say something, to correct you, to give another order.

Instead, she exhaled sharply and looked away.

For the first time today, her voice softened-just a little.

Momo: "We're done for now."

You blinked in surprise but didn't argue.

Slowly, you sat down on the floor, gulping down water as you tried to steady your breathing.

Momo, however, remained standing, arms still crossed, her eyes staring at nothing in particular.

Something was off.

You could feel it.

But you didn't understand why.

You had no idea that five days ago, just hours after your first practice session with her, Momo had found out about Sana.

You had no idea that Sana had timed it perfectly-that just when Momo thought she had a lead in being close to you, Sana had swooped in, inserting herself into your world without any assignment.

And you definitely had no idea that Momo had been steaming about it ever since.

All you knew... was that today, for some reason, she had been harder on you than ever before.

And yet, despite her frustration, despite whatever was bothering her-you couldn't bring yourself to resent it.

Because no matter what, this was Momo.

And you would always give her your all.

Even if you didn't understand why she was acting this way.

You collapsed onto all fours, your arms trembling as you gasped for air. The cold floor beneath you did nothing to cool the burning heat in your body.

Who the fuck dances non-stop for almost two hours with no proper break?

Oh, that's right. Hirai Momo.

You had barely managed to steal five to ten seconds of standing breaths between transitions before she barked at you to keep moving. Every time you thought she'd let up, she pushed you further, her voice cutting through the music like a drill sergeant on a mission.

And now, your lungs felt like they were about to collapse.

Your arms barely held you up as you wheezed, trying to regain even a fraction of the energy you'd burned through.

Sweat dripped from your chin, hitting the floor beneath you, and you swore your soul was about to leave your body.

You tilted your head up, still panting like you had just run a marathon, and stared at her.

Momo stood there, completely unfazed.

She had a towel lazily draped over her shoulder, her toned stomach barely rising and falling as if the same practice that had you on the verge of death was just a warm-up for her.

Her expression was unreadable, her lips pressed into a firm line as she looked down at you.

And that pissed you off.

Not because she had pushed you so hard-no, you could handle the training.

But because something was off with her today, and you had no clue what it was.

Your voice came out hoarse, words escaping between gasps.

Y/N: "Momo... are you-huff-are you mad at me or something?"

For the first time all day, her expression faltered.

It was quick, but you saw it.

A flicker of hesitation.

She opened her mouth, then closed it, her arms tightening around herself.

Then, just as fast as the slip-up came, she straightened up, shaking her head.

Momo: "No. You're imagining things."

Imagining things, my ass.

Your instincts were screaming at you. Something was wrong.

But you were too exhausted to press further.

Instead, you let your forehead drop onto the floor with a dull thud, groaning into the wood.

Y/N: "Holy shit... I think I'm dying."

Momo scoffed, the faintest hint of amusement in her tone.

Momo: "Dramatic."

You raised a shaky hand, flipping her off without looking up.

She let out a small chuckle but didn't comment further.

Still, the silence between you two felt... strange.

Not uncomfortable, but not the usual camaraderie either.

And it was all her.

She had been different today.

You could feel it.

But no matter how much you replayed the session in your head, you couldn't figure out why.

She had always been a strict mentor-but never like this.

Never this unyielding, never this harsh, never this distant.

A bead of sweat slid down your temple as you lay there, your breathing slowly evening out.

Then, just as your body finally started to settle, Momo spoke again.

Momo: "Go home and rest."

You blinked up at her.

Y/N: "That's it? No review? No 'fix this, fix that' lecture?"

Momo exhaled through her nose, turning away.

Momo: "Tomorrow."

And just like that, she grabbed her towel and walked toward the exit, her back turned to you.

You watched her go, your gut telling you that something had changed.

Meanwhile, Momo's Mind Was a Battlefield.

The moment she stepped out of the practice room, her entire body tensed.

She let out a slow breath, gripping the towel too tightly in her hands.

Her jaw clenched, her thoughts spiraling.

She had pushed you too hard today.

She knew it.

And yet, she couldn't stop herself.

Because five days ago, Sana had timed it perfectly-showing up just after Momo had trained with you.

And suddenly, everything felt like a game.

A silent, unspoken war between her and Sana.

She wasn't dumb. She saw the way Sana had looked at you that day.

Sana wasn't just playing around.

She was staking her claim.

And Momo hated it.

And for reasons she wasn't ready to admit yet, she wanted you for herself.

That's why she had set this up from the start.

That's why she had volunteered to be your mentor.

That's why she had planned all of this.

And yet, now?

Now Sana was in the picture.

And for the first time since deciding to guide you-Momo felt threatened.

So today, she pushed you.

Harder than she ever had.

Not to punish you.

But to remind herself that she was first.

That she was your mentor.

That you belonged in her hands before anyone else's.

And yet...

Yet the moment she saw you collapsed on the floor, completely drained, something twisted inside her chest.

Regret.

Guilt.

A selfish kind of frustration.

Because she had never wanted to hurt you.

She just...

She just couldn't lose to Sana.

Not in this.

Not with you.

Momo exhaled sharply, shaking her head as she walked down the hallway.

Momo leaned against the cool mirror of the empty practice room, staring at her own reflection.

Her chest was still tight from the last two hours-though not from exhaustion. Not from the dance, not from the practice.

But from the emotions simmering just beneath her composed surface.

She let out a sharp breath, gripping her towel as she let her thoughts run loose.

"Okay, Momo. Let's be real for a second."

She was never one to back down. Not in dance, not in competition, and definitely not in this.

And this?

It was about you.

It was about making sure that, when the time came, there was no doubt in your mind who was by your side first.

Because Momo wasn't a fool.

She knew how these things worked.

Attraction wasn't just about time spent together-it was about timing itself.

And Sana had almost fucked up hers.

That woman had a knack for slipping into people's lives so smoothly it was like she was meant to be there.

And the way she looked at you?

Yeah. Momo had caught that.

The same way she had looked at you herself.

But unlike Sana, Momo didn't just rush in with playful touches and teasing remarks.

No, no, no. That wasn't her style.

She had planned this way before Sana even caught on.

And now?

Now, she just had to be patient.

She rolled her shoulders, cracking her neck slightly as she kept thinking.

She had laid the groundwork already-securing the position as your mentor was the biggest step.

Now, she just needed to let things play out naturally.

To let time do the work for her.

To make sure that, when she finally made her move, it wouldn't feel sudden or forced.

It would feel inevitable.

Because, in the end, what made feelings real? What made them last?

Not just attraction. Not just impulse.

But trust. Respect. Connection.

And that was exactly what she was building with you.

Every session. Every critique. Every time she pushed you past your limits and helped you see the potential you hadn't even realized you had.

You already admired her.

That much was obvious from the way you looked at her.

Now, she just had to make you need her.

Not just as a mentor.

Not just as a sunbae.

But as something... more.

She smirked slightly, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Sana could play her little games.

Could flirt, tease, and slide her way into your thoughts.

But Momo wasn't worried.

Because at the end of the day?

Sana was unpredictable.

Momo?

Momo was constant.

And that was why, when all was said and done, you'd fall for her first.

You just didn't know it yet.

But you would.

And Momo would make damn sure of it.

Momo's eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at her reflection.

Her own smirk faded just a little, replaced by something sharper.

Because if there was one mistake she would never make, it was underestimating Minatozaki Sana.

And why would she?

They had been together for years.

Through thousands of hours of practice, through sleepless nights, through every win and loss, every moment of exhaustion and triumph.

Sana was her person.

Her twin.

Her other half in TWICE.

But that also meant-if anyone knew just how dangerous Sana could be in this... silent war, it was her.

Sana was not someone to take lightly.

She was playful, affectionate, and had a way of making people feel special without even trying.

And that was the problem.

Because Sana wasn't like her.

Momo worked with structure.

With plans.

Sana?

Sana just felt.

She didn't need a damn blueprint.

She just did what came naturally-and the worst part? It worked.

She didn't have to push or manipulate. She just existed.

And people gravitated to her like moths to a flame.

Momo knew this better than anyone.

Had seen it too many times.

And if she wasn't careful?

She might see it happen again.

With you.

Her fingers tightened around the towel in her hands.

No.

She had worked too hard.

Planned too well.

She wasn't going to let this slip away just because Sana could smile the right way and say the right things without even thinking.

And if she played her cards right?

By the time Sana even realized she was in a game-Momo would have already won.

But for that to happen...

She had to be careful.

Because Minatozaki Sana was not an opponent you let your guard down around.

Momo was still deep in thought, plotting every next step, when-

Sana: "Momoring~!"

A loud, cheerful voice rang through the practice room.

Momo practically jumped in place, a shriek escaping her lips as she spun around in pure shock.

Momo: "YA! SANA!"

Her heartbeat spiked. Not because she was scared-but because she was caught off guard.

Sana just beamed at her like a damn ray of sunshine, completely unfazed by Momo's reaction.

Sana: "Oh? Were you waiting for me? How sweet!"

Momo scowled, pressing a hand to her chest to calm herself.

Momo: "You almost gave me a heart attack, idiot! What are you even doing here?!"

Sana just hummed, tilting her head cutely as she walked further into the room.

Sana: "What, am I not allowed to be in a JYPE practice room? That's kinda mean, Momoring~"

Momo rolled her eyes, but the way Sana grinned at her made her stomach twist.

This wasn't a random visit.

Sana never did anything without a reason.

Momo: "Seriously. What do you want?"

Sana let out a dramatic gasp, placing a hand over her chest.

Sana: "Me? Want something? Momo-chan, you wound me!"

Momo gave her the most deadpan stare imaginable.

Momo: "Spill it."

Sana pouted but then gave a playful shrug.

Sana: "Fine~ If you insist. I just wanted to see how our dear little trainee was doing~"

Momo's expression froze.

Sana noticed.

And that was exactly why she smirked.

Momo: "...He's fine."

Sana: "Oh? That's all?"

Momo inhaled deeply, forcing herself to keep her face neutral.

Momo: "Why do you care?"

Sana's smirk widened.

Sana: "Why do you?"

Sana was testing her.

And Momo hated how easily she could do it.

Momo: "He's my trainee. Of course I care."

Sana hummed in mock agreement.

Sana: "Mhm. Of course. Just your trainee."

Momo wanted to strangle her.

Sana: "Well, I guess I'll see him later then. No need to interrupt your special time with him, right?

Momo's eyes narrowed.

she just crossed her arms, staring Sana down.

Sana just gave her a knowing look, spun on her heel, and began walking away.

But then-right at the door-she turned back, grinning.

Sana: "Oh, by the way~"

Momo tensed.

Sana winked.

Sana: "Don't overwork him too much, okay? I like my men still able to stand."

And with that-she left.

Momo stood there, jaw tight, fingers curling into her sleeves.

She took a deep breath.

...This was going to be war.

And Sana knew it.

[cheeseceli]

How they'd describe your love

Pairing: ot5!TXT × gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, established relationships, scenarios

Prompt: "I've never known this feeling, but if I had to find a way to explain your love..." - Your Love, by Jisoo

Warnings: mentions of being an idol in taehyun and beomgyu's, mentions of trainee days at soobin's, not proofread.

A/n: can this be described as a very late valentine's gift? | Daily click

Yeonjun

"Your love feels like the rain"

Most people don't enjoy the rain. Yeonjun used to be like that.

You can't really blame those people. Sometimes you just want to go home after a tiring day but the rain makes you get stuck in traffic. It can make you get a cold. Thunder can be scary and it absolutely sucks when the power is off because of the storm.

But now Yeonjun likes when the grey clouds take over. Simply because it reminds himself of you.

The first time he realised he loved you, it was in the rain: how you'd smile even when the rain drops would annoyingly hit your skin. He noticed he really liked to see you smile.

Your first kiss was also in the rain, as cliche as it sounds. He fears he wouldn't have been able to have kissed you back then if it hadn't started to rain. Looking back, he's grateful that night wasn't one with a clean sky.

Sometimes it feels like the rain was purposely made for the two of you. It feels so intimate. All the times you tripped, ran and danced under the dark sky. Every time you would dry his hair after getting it wet and how he would always lend you his sweater to make you cozy. Maybe Yeonjun was going crazy, but he thinks that even the sound of the water falling into the window is starting to look like your laugh.

When he described his feelings toward you to be like the rain, people didn't get it. They thought it was something negative.

They simply don't understand: Yeonjun loves the rain. He loves you and everything that seems to come together with you.

Soobin

"Feels like a song I used to know"

Soobin hadn't known you for long before falling in love with you. But at the same time, it feels like he's known you for his entire life.

It's kind of complicated to describe. Something about you feels oddly familiar. He just doesn't understand how.

Maybe it's the way that your smile seems like the one everybody seemed to have during Christmas when he was a kid, before everyone was busy and grey. Or perhaps it was the way your touch was as gentle as his mother's every time she'd comfort him when he had a nightmare as a child. It could also be your eyes, that resembled the way the night sky would bring him peace during his trainee days.

Something about you was familiar. Comforting. Your essence screamed the word "love" to him. He couldn't understand how you, whom he knew for such a short time, seemed to have an impact on his entire existence.

He could say all of that and much more every time one of his friends asked whether he liked you. But he only replied with "they feel like a song I used to know." No one understood it, not like he did, but that was okay. If his words couldn't make people know if he liked you, the softness of his voice and the shy smile appearing in his face would be able to deliver the message.

Beomgyu

"And your love feels like the way there's only green lights driving home"

Someone once told Beomgyu that missing your partner is important for the relationship to grow.

He never really understood why. Maybe because then you'd desire them more? Or simply because it's important to be alone sometimes? He has no idea why it's so important to miss your partner.

He, personally, hates to miss you.

It sadly comes with the nature of his job, though. There are times he can't even see his own home, being outside the country or simply in the company for longer than 24 hours, so how would he be able to see you every day?

He sadly has to miss you. Every time you're sick but he's overseas, it painfully hurts him. And when he wants to celebrate something with you but he can't, it also stings. There are so many moments he wanted to be next to you but couldn't.

He doesn't understand why someone would willingly want to miss their love.

However, he can't deny the joy that it brings him when he finally gets to see you. When he's back from a long tour or when promotion ends and he can go back to you. If the way to your home takes hours, you better believe he'll be smiling through it all.

Maybe that's why he associates your love with all the green lights he sees when he's driving to you. It means one step closer to wherever you are.

And that makes him way happier than missing you.

Taehyun

"Your love feels like a Sunday when you got nowhere to go"

Taehyun has always enjoyed peace.

It's a feeling he rarely gets with how hectic his schedule is. He loves his job, of course, but he can't deny the joy he gets when he finally can simply rest.

So, because of that, he likes when he can't hear anything outside of his window. He likes when his phone isn't blowing up with messages and calls. He likes when it's the weekend and, for once, he has nowhere to go.

Some might find this boring and unpleasant. He loves it way more than he can explain.

One thing he finds odd, however, is how he wants to be in silence and in peace and alone, but he wants to do it with you.

Yeah, it doesn't make sense. But the more Taehyun gets to know you and the more he falls in love with you, the more he wants you around him. He wants you at his chaotic moments as much as he wants you in his tranquility. He wants you when he's going all over the place and when he's standing still at a single spot. He wants you when the entire world has its eyes on him and when it's just the two of you.

He wants you.

And, luckily to him, you also want him. You stay by his side all the time. But even then, he mostly associates you with what brings him peace. This feeling that used to be so rare, but became frequent once you entered his life.

Hueningkai

"I love your love"

Hueningkai doesn't know how to describe your love.

His friends asked once to tell them how he felt around you. When he couldn't reply, they asked what was being loved by you like. He couldn't answer that either.

And by no means does this happen because he doesn't know. It happens because how could he possibly explain this feeling into words?

He doesn't know how to. He could tell them that the world stops whenever he sees you. And, when you start talking to him, he feels like he could spend eternity like this. But then again, he could swear he would be young forever as long as you were by his side, no matter if an eternity has passed.

There are a lot of things he could say to try and explain your love. He could just straight up say something or he could try to be poetic about it. But it never felt enough.

He didn't know how to start replying to their questions. So many things he needed to say, how to be sure of what needed to be described first? And there wouldn't be enough time for him to talk about all the great things you make him feel. The answer would never be complete either, considering he always found something new about you every time he goes near you.

He felt bad for not being able to put his love into words. He should be able to express how much he adores you. Not because people expected him to, but because he wanted you to be sure that you were the one and only for him.

So, after many sleepless nights spent thinking about this, he comes up with something to say. He doesn't think it's appropriate yet, but it would do.

He'd always say that he loved your love. And, in his perspective, you were love itself.

Masterlist | you'll probably like: What love feels like (BTS version)

Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

Taglist (open!): @zzzzzwicked @yuyubeans @firstclassjaylee @sheraayasherrecs

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto | images 1, 2 and 3

[diorctrl]

hi hi !! if you’re taking requests, can you do enhypen x idol!reader where the reader is a host on music bank? thank you :D

MUSIC BANK HOST : idol!enha x idol! reader

𓂂 ˳ enhypen hyung line genre: idol au, fluff, different scenarios warnings: intentional lower case, im gonna split this up into two so maknae line coming soon

lee heeseung ( 이희승 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ you’re apart of (g)-idle, both enhypen and your group had a comeback around the same time so it was bound to happen that your groups would do a dual interview together on music bank. to say heeseung knew about you was an understatement… you were his ultimate idol crush and you knew about him because you found him attractive and liked his groups music, that was it he wasn’t even on your mind like you were on his.heeseung being the fanboy of you that he is couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you and chaemin did your introductions. he was so into you it was obvious to anyone with a pair of two eyes. he was so hypnotized by you that it seemed that he forgot the group that you were apart of the type of members you have.

“ah, yes.” yuqi starts she stood in the middle right beside heeseung who’s gaze was still on you, “I’m happy to once again spend an amazing comeback with my beautiful members, don’t you agree heeseung since you’re so captivated by my beautiful member who’s our mc.” yuqi turns to the boy smiling teasingly as everyone laughs and ohs at her comment towards heeseung who shakes his head in shock at the girl’s confidence to say such a thing. “oh! so you don’t find her beautiful?” yuqi says loudly at the boys head shakes the laughs becoming louder, heeseung opens his mouth to protest but is cut off by your voice, “you don’t find me beautiful?” you join in on the teasing, oh how he wanted to die. but hey, this embarrassing situation of his is how he ended up bumping into you in the hallways and gaining to courage to ask for your number and to clarify that he finds you very beautiful.

park jongseong ( 박종성 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ you’re apart of lesserafim, you and jay hated each other. he didn’t know when it started but he’s pretty sure it was when both of you were trainees, you and him were always at each others necks and that hatred has been going strong from trainee days to the present with both you and him being members of super successful groups of your generation. it was definitely a shock to jay when chaemin asked him to fill in for him for music bank, he agreed of course but was still very shocked. what shocked him even more is instead of seeing eunchae wearing a matching outfit with him he saw you. isn’t it just such a coincidence that both music bank hosts wouldn’t be able to do the show? turns out eunchae was “sick” before you and him could go at each other it was already time to host and to say there was tension between the two of you was an understatement. every group and soloist that the both of you interviewed could feel it as well and your scripts made everything so much more entertaining.

“do I look handsome?” jay asked, reading off of his script he cringed slightly before showing off his outfit to you who covered your face with your cue card. “uh..” you responded as looked at your cue card that told you to agree and say that he does look handsome but instead you burst out in laughter. jay tried his hardest to stay in character but your laugh made it so hard, “are you ok-” he couldn’t get through his sentence before he’s cutting himself off with his own laughter, it’s funny that this situation is what broke the tension and got the two of you to be comfortable with each other the rest of the show.

sim jaeyun ( 심재윤 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ you’re a famous actress, that was known for your role on the glory as young yeonjin. you were definitely a beauty but you played your role so well that it had some people either hate you or utterly terrified of you. jake was one of the people that were utterly terrified of you, in his mind there was no way you were that good of actor to play that role so well. so when jake found out that you were one of the new music bank hosts, he had to mentally prepare himself to face you, the boys told him that he was being ridicules but jake was sure that you were a demon spawn so with that being said jake was shook when he had to stand so close to said demon spawn. seeing you up close was even worse especially since you were so pretty, it’s always the pretty ones is all jake could say to himself. the whole interview he wasn’t buying this bubbly personality that you had going on there was you had to be just putting this on for the cameras, that was until you bumped into him in the halls.

“oh my gosh!” you exclaim at him, smiling brightly as jake looks at you confused, “I was looking for you.” you say walking closer to him. “looking for me?” he asks, “yeah, I love your group and you’re my bias, I was wondering if you could sign my photo card?” jake looks at you in shock for a while, are you really this bubbly and not a demon spawn?, “uh yeah sure.” he hesitantly smiles taking the pink pen and the photo card of him from your hand and signs the back, you smile brightly at him as he gives it back to you, “thank you so much!” you say before heading towards the other direction. jake stares at your retreating figure his mind going a thousand miles, a a pretty bubbly and obviously talented actress who’s obviously into him and he’s gonna let this pass up because he thought you were a demon spawn? no way before he can even process it jake is calling you name and speeding to catch up with you.

park sunghoon ( 박성훈 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ you’re apart of aespa, both you and Sunghoon were known for your icy visuals and you guys were probably the most shipped idols at the moment. everyone thought that you guys would go so well together, little did they know that their ship were already dating. sunghoon was your down bad boyfriend that was your biggest supporter and he always made sure to support you with music bank and he was excited that he would finally get to see the best host that he’s ever seen interview him and his group (he only calls you the best host because you’re his girlfriend.) what he didn’t expect was for chaemin and yours script to be so flirty even when you’re interviewing groups. all he could do when you and chaemin were interviewing him and his group was think who the heck wrote the script and when he can have a talk with them.

sunghoon sulked as he laid on the couch in your dressing room, he watched has you packed up your bag before letting out an annoyed sigh, “what is your problem?” you ask turning towards him but all he responds with is another exaggerated sigh. “what happened to you?” you laugh as you walk over to the boy standing in between his legs as he buries his head on your stomach, “since when did your scripts get so flirty?” he asks but his voice is muffled, “what?” you ask, cupping his face and tilting it up to face you, “since when did your scripts get so flirty?” he repeats playfulness glaring up at you. “they’re not flirty.” you laugh, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, “yes they are, they were never like this when I was a mc.” he whines glaring off to the side. all you could do is laugh at his dramatics, “I only have eyes for you.” you say pressing another kiss to his forehead, “you better.” he says, “I also need to get in contact with your script writer.”

[ghostofhyuck]

when nct dream's jealous of your interaction with a male k-idol. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

‧˚ʚ ───────── ₊‧꒰ა ୨ৎ ໒꒱ ‧₊ ───────── ɞ˚‧

AN: This time, I added specific male idols to spice up a little bit, AND in this scenario, dreamies and reader are in a secret relationship instead. ^^ I also spin the wheel in this one LMAOOO so the idols are random

Mark Lee

You had a small collab stage with Treasure's Jihoon. It's a dance performance and while it's not that intimate, (you two just danced together, that's it.) it's enough to think that you two enjoyed the collab stage because at the end of the performance, you two looked at each other and smiled. On the backstage, Mark was watching it with arms crossed, and lips tightly sealed. The Dreamies are teasing him for being jealous even though he tries to deny it numerous times.

Huang Renjun

Your group are in the same table with Enhypen. There's so much awkwardness with the two groups, when camera suddenly shifted to you and Enhypen's Jake, making the crowd screamed. You only waved and so did Jake. THEN the camera shifted to Renjun who's staring angrily at the void. Of course, the crowd screamed again that's when Renjun noticed that the camera's on him, he quickly smiled at wave, brushing off the feeling of jealousy that he's FARRRRR away from you. When you two met, you teased Renjun for being jealous.

Lee Jeno

You and Bang Chan from Stray Kids went viral because of his manners. Your group sat in front of Stray Kids, and all of you were wearing knee-length dresses. You're the leader that's why you let your members wear the blankets provided. Bang Chan noticed it and was quick to notify the staff for another blanket, and when he received it, he gave it to you. It only took the news to be viral for Jeno to learn about it. "If only we were near you, I would've give you my coat instead," he said and you only laughed because his jealousy is showing.

Lee Donghyuck

"Was the conversation fun?" Haechan taunted when you met him backstage. You raised an eyebrow, but then remember that the camera caught you and Riize's Eunseok having a conversation. You mean no harm since you and Eunseok are under SM and was close when you two were trainees. "Take your jealousy somewhere Hyuck," you taunted back at your boyfriend, knowing how to fight back with his pettiness. In the end, Haechan apologizes and admits that he was jealous.

Na Jaemin

"Here," you turned around and saw Jaemin holding a confetti. "He didn't removed all of it," he added. You suddenly remember that Ateez Mingi removed the confetti from your hair. You noticed it and thanked him as a courtesy. "He's trying to hit on you," Jaemin pouts. You only laughed at your sulking boyfriend, hugging him and assuring him that it was nothing for him to worry about.

Zhong Chenle

The Boyz was performing and when it was Juyeon's part, it suddenly shifted to you who's clapping and singing along the song. You were surprised but tried to play it off and ignoring the camera. It did sparked rumors and gain shippers, but it did made your boyfriend jealous "It should been our performance." he said. You told him that there's nothing to be jealous about.

Park Jisung

You're the host of the show along with TXT' Soobin, the script was written with the intention of you two having a lot of interactions. So during the award show, you two interacted A LOT and it did gain a lot of reactions from the public, saying that you two had a lot of chemistry. But what's surprising was that Soobin tried to hit on you after the show. "That's nice," Jisung bitterly said as you show him the text message. "But you're taken already." He teases. "Of course I am," you smiled, giving Jisung a bear hug.

[victorbutnotreally]

Hello, I was wondering if you could write a reaction ot8 stray kids with a scary looking male reader with tattoos who's taller and stronger than them but is super nice to them.

I wasn't sure what to request, so I hope this is ok🙃

my first time writing on the internet...thank you so much for the request, darling <3 I really hope you like it. (also, i wasn't sure if the reader is a skz member, so I wrote him as one. hope that's okay.)

LOOKS LIKE HE COULD KILL YOU, IS A CINNAMON ROLL

warnings: slightly suggestive in Lee Know's part.

Bang Chan

He'd be a bit startled at first when being introduced to the new trainee. The guy was tall. The height was the first thing our tiny leader noticed. (M/n)'s tattoos were badass, yes, but that paired with his frame and sharp features was...intimidating. He looked like he could break you in half with those big hands of his. Once he got over the initial surprise, he grew attached. I mean, who wouldn't? (M/n) was an absolute sweetheart. He was quite soft and funny under those muscles. (M/n) was a gentle giant. He'd drag a tired, overworked Chan out of the studio at 3am and carry him like a princess. Once he was added to the group, (M/n) became the official body pillow. Especially to our koala Chan. Scenario

Bang Chan was talking to stay on Chan's Room one day, smiling and giggling at their pickup lines. His eyes landed on one comment which made him giggle a bit more than the others. "Are you mixed? Cuz you're half fine and half mine." He giggled like a little boy and dialed (M/n)'s number. "That's a good one!!" "I have to try it on (M/n)" "Hey hyung, what's up?" "Hey (M/n)....I just wanted to ask you, are you mixed?" "Huh?" "Cuz you're half fine ,half mine." "I'm all yours." (M/n) was one cheeky mf. And that one line was enough to make Chan and STAY go feral.

Lee Minho

He'd definitely be in awe. He'd love to randomly trace the tattoos with his finger and the first time he'd do it would be by poking a rose tattoo on (M/n)'s arm. Once he's comfortable, he'd be using this man like a lamppost to lean on. But at first, he'd be all wide-eyed and trying not to blush when (M/n) raises a brow at him. Would LOVE having (M/n)'s hand on his thigh. Definitely would make comments with a straight face. "You could split me in half like a pistachio." "Those thighs would look really good aroun-" (M/n) raises a brow and he stops. But it's all in good fun. Or is it? Scenario

(M/n) and him were doing that one babysitting show and the kid just looked so enamored by (M/n). He would have his cute wide eyes looking at him in awe and touching the tattoos. (M/n) would smile softly at the kid and put him on his shoulders.

"You'd be a good daddy." Of course, (M/n) knew what was coming. Minho would lean into his ear and whisper. "In more ways than one."

Seo Changbin

This man would look at (M/n) and think "goals." He'd always playfully squeeze (M/n)'s muscles. They'd get along quite easily, I'd say. Gym bros. And (M/n) would be always excited for Dwaekki Gym.

He'd sit there like an excited school kid watching their parent cook their favorite if (M/n)'s in the kitchen. He'd be used to the jokes that are made when they stand next to each other. They even have matching Snoopy and Woodstock t-shirts. I definitely don't need to mention that these two would DEVOUR girlgroup dances. (M/n) would also playfully fight with Wooyoung. "Changbin's mine."

Scenario

At a concert, they were all playing around and a fan holds up a sign with Changbin's picture from the Case 143 MV that says "Can I be your boyfriend?"

Changbin makes an X with his arms and points to (M/n) who had Minho's hand on his butt (nothing new). The fan screams "HE'S CHEATING ON YOUUUUU".

Hwang Hyunjin

Would be a bit blushy at first. He'd probably take some time to warm up to (M/n). But once he's comfortable with (M/n), he'd ask questions. "Did it hurt?" "What's that inspired by?" He'd recommend tattoo ideas as well. "How about a rose and thorns on your hip?"

Definitely would draw (M/n). No doubt about it. Would either draw a simple side profile or draw his beautiful hands. Always holding (M/n)'s hands and would definitely bite his thighs. They'd appear on Studio Choom's Mix & Match together and would be an iconic dance duo. Would watch Kdramas together and (M/n) would poke fun at some stupidities just to get on Hyunjin's nerves.

Scenario (M/n) grinning like an idiot while Hyunjin does body paint on his un-tattooed arm. He leans in and pecks Hyunjin's forehead. Of course, he'd let out a soft laugh seeing that beautiful eye smile of our dumpling. He then shows off the body paint on live.

Han Jisung

Fanboy. Fan. Boy. He loves (M/n)'s tattoos and loves how easily he can pick him up. Jokingly calls him 'bodyguard' and loves to hear him rap. Was a bit flustered by how attentive (M/n) was when he started rambling about something. (M/n) has a habit of babying him because he's a smol bean. Chair? What's that? He only knows (M/n)'s lap. And (M/n) would 100% shield him and glare at people who don't understand privacy at airports. He'd have an arm wrapped around Jisung at all times. Jisung would also fangirl over (M/n)'s photoshoots.

Scenario

(M/n) peacefully spinning around with Changbin at a concert while Han grabs him by the arm and goes, "Jeogiyo...hokshi yeoja chingu isseoyo?" And then (M/n) picks him up and spins him around while laughing that cute laugh of his.

Lee Felix

He was a teeny tiny bit intimidated by (M/n) but the moment (M/n) introduced himself and smiled, Felix knew that the guy was just another cute crackhead like the rest of them. He would love to play video games with (M/n) and (M/n) may or may not have let him win. Both of them would make midnight snacks and have conversations which are either really deep or really high. Also, (M/n) definitely compares hand sizes and coos at Yongbok's tiny hands. Also, (M/n) is a human heater. Definitely perfect for cuddles. Scenario

"Hyunggggggg I made brownieeeessssssss" (M/n) was scrolling and had his rbf on, but his striking gaze immediately softened and lit up once he saw Felix. Felix, who noticed, goes and pinches his cheeks. "Softie." "You know it."

Kim Seungmin

He was a little awkward at first, since he's not used to seeing someone so intimidating. But also because he takes a bit of time to warm up to someone. But one day, when he sees (M/n) reading one of his favorite books and being all giddy, he knew that the big strong man was really a fluff ball. (M/n) and Seungmin would do a lot of lives together and it becomes sort of a series (like Chan's Room) since they match each other's energy really well. (M/n) is also someone baby stays would consider "the normal one" like Seungmin. But boy are they wrong.. Scenario

(M/n) MCing and Seungmin teasing him. "What's your favorite Stray Kids song, MC-hyung?" "Do you like Stray Kids, MC-hyung?"

Yang Jeongin

Would be intimidated. Especially since he was such a smol babie and going through a lot of stress. But one day, (M/n) packs him lunch for school and Jeongin almost cried. He felt so guilty for being scared around (M/n) but (M/n) assured him that it's okay. (M/n) also helped him with school during trainee days. He'd have a fun way of teaching and he wanted Jeongin to at least pass. He helped Jeongin through a lot and would make sure he took care of himself. He's extra soft for our maknae. Would make comebacks at hate comments towards Jeongin. They have a very strong bond. Stay calls (M/n) Jeongin's dad. Scenario

(M/n) coming home after a long day at the studio and just cuddling Jeongin.