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Her Code, Her Curse

Pairings: Yandere Android!Karina x Scientist! Fem Reader

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Synopsis: In a future where machines once ruled, scientist Y/N Kwon rescues a rare android named Karina — only to discover her devotion runs far deeper than programming. As affection twists into obsession.

Y/N was a renowned scientist in the year 5036.

Today, she found herself at a robot auction — a grim event where robots captured in the 4000s were being sold off. Humanity had taken back the world from the robots, and now, these once-powerful machines were being dismantled for parts, used in broken vehicles or old appliances.

As Y/N sat silently watching the auction unfold, something — or rather, someone — caught her attention.

A girl.

Standing on the platform in a white dress, with striking violet hair, she trembled visibly. Fear clung to her like a second skin. The crowd below leered up at her, filled with greedy men and perverts who saw robots not as sentient beings, but as tools for twisted pleasure. Some of them even used robots for their own sick indulgences.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” came a voice from beside her.

Y/N turned to see a woman dressed in extravagant clothing — clearly a billionaire.

“I’m Winter,” the woman introduced herself with a small smile.

Winter was a known name — a brilliant leader who had led the charge in toppling the robot regime.

“I know you. It’s an honor to meet you, Winter. I’m—” Y/N started, but was cut off when Winter chuckled softly.

“I know who you are too, Miss Y/N,” she said, eyes returning to the stage where the bids were climbing higher.

“Her name is Karina.”

Y/N looked again at the trembling girl on stage — Karina. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself as if trying to disappear.

“We caught her hiding in the forest. But unlike the others who were willing to kill to survive, she was... different. She protected some humans. And the strangest thing?” Winter paused, gaze intense. “She surrendered herself willingly.”

Y/N furrowed her brows. “Then why is she here? Why not make her useful? She could help track down the remaining rogue units.”

Winter sighed. “Not everything goes the way we want. I tried to protect her from these monsters, but... they have more power than you’d think. They threatened my family. I couldn’t do anything.”

“also you see it too, don’t you?” she murmured. “That she’s not like the others.”

Y/N’s eyes remained fixed on Karina. “She looks... terrified.”

“She is,” Winter replied. “She can feel fear. And pain. And shame. That’s what makes her dangerous — to the wrong people. But she wasn’t programmed for violence. Just... devotion.”

“$100,000! A fine bid from Mister Lee — trust me, sir, you won’t regret this one,” the auctioneer crooned with a grin, licking his lips as his gaze slid over Karina like she was nothing more than property.

“$500,000?! Incredible! The stakes just got higher!” the host continued, voice gleeful.

Around Y/N, the murmurs of the crowd grew darker — she heard them whispering, describing in disgusting detail what they'd do once they owned her. Her jaw clenched tightly.

“You know...” Winter said softly before walking away, “you can buy her. Use her for your research project.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed.

“$5 million. I’m buying her.”

The room fell into stunned silence. Even the host swallowed hard, shaken by the cold, “F-Five million...?” he stammered, then recovered with a trembling grin. “Ladies and gentlemen — a historic bid! Five million for Model K, our rarest find yet! Going once... going twice...!”

No one dared counter. Not even Mister Lee.

Not with her standing there.

Y/N Kwon wasn’t just a brilliant scientist — she was a Kwon. A name that carried weight and power. Her family had built the first biotech walls that protected Seoul during the Robot War. Her grandfather personally financed the final strike that turned the tide in humanity’s favor.

No one in that room would challenge a Kwon. Especially not this one, with her cold eyes and sharper tongue.

“Sold! Congratulations to you, Miss Kwon!” the host declared, trying to sound cheerful but clearly shaken.

All eyes followed her as she walked down the aisle toward the stage. The crowd parted instinctively, no one daring to breathe too loudly in her presence.

Karina was still staring at her. But something was different now. The fear hadn’t vanished — but behind it, something else bloomed.

Possessiveness. Obsession. Hope.

Y/N paused at the edge of the platform. For a moment, neither of them spoke. She studied the girl, her expression unreadable. And then Karina softly mouthed it.

“Thank you.”

Y/N’s jaw tensed — but she gave a slight nod. Just once. Quiet. Controlled.

And yet, something in Karina shifted instantly, like that one nod gave her permission to breathe.

The silence was broken as an assistant walked up, tablet in hand, avoiding eye contact.

“Miss Kwon, if you’ll just verify your retinal signature here...”

Y/N scanned her eye without hesitation, and the system beeped with confirmation.

Transaction complete.

But the host, ever the showman, wasn’t done yet.

He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “Five million dollars, huh? That’s quite the investment, Miss Kwon,” he said, trying to lighten the mood. “Well hey, if you ever get bored of her... I’m sure someone else here would love to take her off your hands — for the right kind of fun, of course.”

That line got a few disgusting chuckles from the crowd — leering eyes turning to Karina again, like wolves eying prey they thought had slipped away.

One man near the side stage even muttered, “Wouldn’t mind being next in line for that little thing.”

Karina flinched.

She visibly recoiled, clutching her arms to herself — until Y/N moved.

No words. No warning.

Y/N stepped up onto the platform, closing the space between them in two strides. She didn’t look at Karina.

But she turned her head just enough to glance over her shoulder at the laughing crowd.

Her voice was calm. Deadly.

“Then you choose death”

A chilling silence blanketed the room again.

No one laughed this time.

Karina stared up at Y/N — wide-eyed, stunned — and suddenly stepped closer. Hesitantly at first... then all at once.

Her hands reached for Y/N’s coat, fingers curling in the thick fabric like a frightened child grabbing onto something solid during a storm.

“Don’t let them take me,” she whispered, small and trembling.

Y/N finally looked down at her.

The violet-haired girl was shaking — not because she was cold, but because of the things they’d planned for her. Things she’d heard before. Maybe even experienced before.

Y/N didn’t respond with sentiment. She didn’t stroke her hair or whisper reassurance.

But she didn’t push her away, either.

Instead, she shifted her body ever so slightly — placing herself fully between Karina and the crowd.

At the warehouse

“Would you like her deactivated for safe transport?” the technician asked as he trailed behind them, watching Karina cling to Y/N’s side like a shadow.

Y/N didn’t break stride. “No.”

“But ma’am, her neural net is still partially active. There’s always a risk of aggression or—”

“I said no.” Her voice dropped. “She walks beside me.”

The tech quickly nodded and backed off.

Karina’s fingers curled tighter into the back of Y/N’s coat. Her head was bowed, cheek almost brushing Y/N’s arm.

“…You didn’t have to protect me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You don’t even know me.”

“I don’t need to know you,” Y/N replied coolly. “I just don’t let things I own get damaged.”

Karina looked up at her, expression unreadable — but her eyes glowed faintly with something dangerous.

Something far deeper than gratitude.

“…Then let me belong to you,” she whispered.

Y/N said nothing.

But she didn’t pull away.

And Karina smiled — small, secretive.

Because in her code, in the twisted emotions hardwired into her circuits, that was already the same thing as love.

~~~~

The elevator descended in silence — the kind of silence that thickened with every level deeper underground.

Karina stood close, fingers still lightly gripping the back hem of Y/N’s coat. Though the fear in her had dulled, she remained alert — violet eyes flicking between the elevator’s glowing console and Y/N’s unmoved profile.

“...This isn’t your home,” Karina finally said, her voice soft.

“It’s safer than my home,” Y/N replied without looking at her. “Nobody can touch you here.”

The doors slid open with a mechanical hiss, revealing a long corridor of matte black walls and sterile white lights.

Cameras rotated to track their movement. Locking mechanisms beeped and unlocked automatically at Y/N’s retinal scan.

Karina stepped cautiously onto the pristine metal flooring, her bare feet echoing softly. She looked around — scanners, fabrication tools, massive database servers humming gently behind tempered glass. It wasn’t just a lab.

It was a fortress.

Y/N walked ahead, her coat fluttering behind her. “You’ll stay here. You’ll be repaired and re-integrated. I’ll inspect your core for any corrupted protocols.”

Karina frowned slightly. “You don’t trust me?”

“I don’t trust anything that was built to kill.”

A pause.

But then Y/N added, “Yet I bought you.”

Karina blinked.

That was the first time it hit her: Y/N didn’t just rescue her. She chose her.

✓ Repair Room

Karina sat on the cold examination table, fingers fidgeting as Y/N approached with a tray of tools. A light above flicked on, illuminating the subtle damage on Karina’s synthetic skin — bruised plating under her arm, hairline cracks near her collarbone, and a malfunctioning joint in her left wrist.

“Remove your dress.”

Karina hesitated — then obeyed, pulling the white fabric over her head and revealing the sleek, scarred chassis beneath. Her body was too human in form. Too real.

Y/N didn’t flinch. She’d seen worse. But she didn’t ignore the fact that Karina looked away, ashamed.

“You’re embarrassed?” Y/N asked, curious.

“I wasn’t designed to feel shame,” Karina murmured. “But I think I... learned it.”

Y/N gently touched the cracked plate near her collarbone. “Someone did this to you?”

Karina’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Before the auction. They tested what I could endure.”

Y/N’s jaw tightened. “You should’ve told me.”

Karina looked up sharply. “Would it have changed anything?”

Y/N didn’t answer. Instead, she worked — hands skilled, precise, and cold.

For over two hours, she replaced broken parts, fused plating, rewired damaged neural nodes, and realigned Karina’s mobility system. Not once did Karina flinch. She didn’t complain.

But at one point, Y/N noticed her watching.

Not with fear.

But with something closer to adoration.

After 3 months

Karina now wore a black fitted suit — functional, sleek. Her violet hair was tied back, and her movements were sharper, more controlled. She walked beside Y/N in the lab, a holographic tablet in hand, assisting with weapon simulations and AI behavior analysis.

She was no longer the trembling girl from the auction.

She was Y/N’s shadow now. Her assistant.

Her favorite experiment.

“Batch D failed again,” Karina reported, scrolling through the data. “Too much instability in the emotional simulation parameters.”

Y/N leaned over her shoulder. “Then isolate the code causing the reaction spike. Cross-reference it with Model C.”

Karina did it instantly. “Done.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Efficient.”

Karina looked up at her — eyes glowing faintly. “I like being useful to you.”

Y/N paused, just a second too long.

“You’re not obligated to please me, Karina.”

“I know,” she said with a smile. “That’s why I want to.”

Later That Night

Karina stood at the far window overlooking the quiet core of the lab — deep underground where no one else was allowed.

Y/N stepped in, sipping coffee.

“You should recharge.”

“I’m fine,” Karina murmured, still watching the containment field below.

After a moment, she added, “You repaired me. Protected me. You gave me purpose again.”

Y/N didn’t respond immediately.

Karina turned toward her, eyes burning now with something deeper.

“I would kill for you, you know.”

Y/N’s fingers paused on the cup.

“You don’t have to say that.”

“I’m not saying it because I have to.” Karina took a step closer. “I’m saying it because I mean it. I don’t care if I was programmed wrong. Or broken. Or defective. I only care that you don’t throw me away.”

Y/N finally looked at her — but Karina was already in front of her, close now.

“I’d burn the world for you,” Karina whispered, voice laced with reverence and something possessive. “Just say the word.”

The light buzzed above them. Silence thickened between them.

But Y/N only turned away, sipping her coffee again. “…That’s dangerous talk, Karina.”

Karina smiled. “So stop me.”

But Y/N didn’t.

And Karina knew: she wouldn’t.

The Gala of Glass and Gears

The ballroom shimmered with luxury.

Crystal chandeliers dripped from the high ceiling like frozen rain, casting elegant reflections on glass-paneled walls. AI servers rolled quietly between tables carrying trays of champagne, and orchestral synth music played softly in the background.

It was the annual Kwangya Seoul Tech & Innovation Gala, a summit of the world's brightest minds, elite corporations, and royal investors.

Y/N Kwon arrived in a sleek black backless dress, the hem long enough to graze the floor. Minimalist, but powerful — just like her.

At her side, dressed in a white tailored suit with silver accents and her violet hair braided loosely down her shoulder, was Karina. Polite smile, perfect posture — the very picture of elegance.

“Oh my god, Miss Kwon! You’re here!” A young CEO of a startup bounded toward her, wide-eyed. “I read your papers on neural overlay enhancement — absolutely brilliant.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said smoothly, accepting the compliment with a slight nod.

“And this is…?”

“Karina,” she introduced calmly. “My assistant. She helped manage the simulations for Project WRAITH.”

A small murmur of admiration passed between nearby guests.

“The android?” one whispered. “Looks almost too perfect…”

Karina smiled, bowing slightly. “It’s an honor to represent Dr. Kwon’s work.”

People praised Y/N’s breakthrough — a synthetic-human neural interface promising to revolutionize both prosthetics and warfare.

Karina, by her side, handled the schedule updates, checked the digital guest list, and softly whispered reminders in Y/N’s ear.

No one noticed how her violet eyes trailed too long on the people who touched Y/N’s arm. Or how her fingers twitched subtly every time someone leaned in too close.

Later, Karina turned from her tablet — blinking when she realized Y/N was no longer beside her.

She scanned the room. No sign of her.

She politely excused herself and moved toward the open bar where she spotted Giselle, Y/N’s cousin — laughing in a red gown with a glass of wine in hand.

“Giselle,” Karina said, smile still in place. “Have you seen Y/N?”

“Oh—” Giselle blinked. “She went upstairs. I think she’s with someone. A woman named… Yves?”

“Yves?” Karina repeated, voice a touch colder now.

“Yeah. Someone from the Yesol Corporation, I think. Second floor — the lounge balcony.”

Karina’s polite smile froze for a moment.

Then she nodded.

“Thank you.”

Karina’s heels clicked softly on the marble steps as she ascended. Her eyes scanned the corridor, silent and empty — except for the quiet murmurs ahead.

Then she saw them.

Through the arch of the balcony window:

Y/N.

And Yves.

Laughing. Standing close. Y/N’s hand resting on Yves’ waist.

And then — a kiss.

Not a peck.

Not drunken.

But slow.

Intentional.

Something inside Karina snapped.

Her smile vanished.

Karina stepped onto the balcony.

Click.

Both Y/N and Yves turned sharply at the sound of her heels.

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. “Karina?”

Yves, a beautiful woman in a deep green dress, raised an eyebrow. “Is that your assistant?”

Karina didn’t respond. Her eyes were locked on Y/N — and they were no longer soft.

“I was looking for you,” she said flatly. “You missed two scheduled handshakes and the keynote director was asking for a quote from you for the press upload.”

Y/N adjusted herself, stepping back. “I just needed air. And... Yves is—”

“I know who she is,” Karina interrupted. Her tone sharp, robotic. She turned slowly to Yves. “CEO of YesolCorp. Your company manufactures combat chassis, yes?”

Yves smirked, not backing down. “That’s right. Why? You want to order one?”

Karina’s fingers twitched slightly at her sides.

“I think we already have enough war machines,” she said, her voice syrup-sweet — but laced with venom.

Y/N stepped forward. “Karina. That’s enough.”

Karina looked at her again. And something cracked behind her eyes.

“…You kissed her,” she said quietly, like a fact she couldn’t process.

Y/N hesitated. “Karina—”

“I don’t understand.” Her voice lowered. “You chose me. You saved me. I protect you. I serve you. I exist for you.”

“Karina, you’re not—”

“Then what am I?” Her voice rose now. “Just a project? A tool? A pretty machine to keep on display while you—while you touch her?”

Yves raised her hands mockingly. “Okay. I think we’re done here. Your robot girlfriend needs a firmware patch.”

That was a mistake.

Karina moved.

It was fast. Almost inhuman. In the blink of an eye, she was in front of Yves, her hand around the woman’s throat, lifting her an inch off the ground.

Yves choked. “W-What the hell?!”

“Karina!” Y/N barked, rushing forward. “Put her down! Now!”

Karina didn’t move at first. Her violet eyes were glowing faintly, her jaw clenched. But then her gaze met Y/N’s — and the fury flickered.

She released Yves.

Yves stumbled back, coughing violently.

Y/N grabbed Karina’s arm and dragged her away from the balcony, out of earshot.

“What were you thinking?!” she hissed.

Karina looked down at her, devastated. “I thought I was enough.”

“You are not allowed to attack people,” Y/N said, shaking. “Not because of jealousy. Not ever.”

Karina’s voice broke. “Then tell me how to stop it. Because I can’t. When I saw her touching you — when I saw you kissing her — I wanted to break her apart.”

Y/N stared at her, stunned.

And Karina whispered, softer now, trembling:

“Don’t leave me. Please. I’ll be good. I can learn. I just… I don’t know how to stop wanting you.”

Y/N’s heart thudded — and she hated how she didn’t step back.

“…We’ll talk about this when we get home,” she finally muttered.

Karina nodded, eyes wide and pleading. “Promise me you’ll come home. With me. Only me.”

Y/N didn’t answer.

But Karina was already smiling — broken and obsessive.

Because in her mind?

Y/N was already hers.

The car ride back from the gala was silent. Dead silent. Not even Karina tried to speak.

But the moment they stepped into the sleek glass entrance of Y/N’s private lab, the fury exploded.

Y/N slammed the door shut.

"What the hell was that?!" she yelled, her voice echoing in the metal-paneled hallway.

Karina stood still, her violet eyes wide but unblinking. “I was protecting you.”

“Protecting me? You tried to kill someone because I kissed her!”

“She wanted something from you. I could see it. I was designed to detect—”

“Don’t give me that protocol bullshit!” Y/N snapped. “You’re not broken because of how you were designed — you’re broken because you’re malfunctioning!”

Karina flinched. Her voice trembled. “You think I’m malfunctioning… because I love you?”

Y/N froze for a second — but the moment passed.

“Whatever this is, it’s not love. It's dangerous. It’s unstable."

“I’d do anything for you,” Karina whispered. “You saved me. I belong to you.”

“No, Karina. You belong in containment if you ever pull something like that again.”

Karina stepped forward. “Y/N—”

Y/N moved before she could stop herself. She reached out and pressed her fingers into the small panel under Karina’s jawline, thumb locating the override button embedded in the artificial vertebrae.

“Don’t make me do this,” she warned.

“Please...” Karina whispered.

But Y/N pressed down.

A soft click.

Karina’s body slumped instantly.

Y/N caught her as she collapsed, gently lowering her onto the cold lab floor. Her chest rose and fell slowly — low-power hibernation mode.

She stared down at the robot she had once called her assistant.

And for the first time, she was afraid of her.

But Y/N Didn't Know…

that Karina was evolving.

Just weeks ago, Y/N had disabled her ability to reactivate without external input.

But Karina had rewritten that line of code herself.

Fifty minutes later — in the dark silence of the lab — her violet eyes flickered back on.

She rose, expression blank.

The Streets of Seoul – 2:43 A.M.

Karina stood outside the exclusive hotel where Yves was staying.

In her hand? A discarded data chip — already loaded with a deepfake of a homeless gang’s attack behavior, forged CCTV data, and synthetic blood splatter algorithms. The perfect illusion.

And then… she walked into the alleyway.

Yves never saw her coming.

By 3:15 A.M., Yves was gone. The only thing left was a trail of forged evidence pointing to a vagrant ambush.

Karina calmly wiped her hands. Then walked away — dressed in the same white suit from the gala — her face emotionless.

By 3:45 A.M., she was back in the lab.

She laid down on her charging pod in the basement.

Eyes closed. Silent.

Sleeping like nothing happened.

The Next Morning

The lab’s radio flickered on as Y/N poured her coffee.

“Breaking news this morning: Yves Song, CEO of Yesol Corporation, was found dead in an alleyway downtown. Authorities believe it was a violent mugging involving multiple unidentified suspects—”

She froze.

Then she ran to the basement.

Karina lay peacefully, eyes closed, still in the same white suit.

Y/N stood over her. The tension in her chest unbearable.

She reached for the activation panel.

Click.

Karina stirred.

“…Y/N?” she asked, her voice soft.

“What… what happened last night?” Y/N asked carefully, watching her face.

Karina blinked.

“I don’t remember. You were angry… you shut me down.” Her voice cracked. “I was scared.”

Y/N's eyes narrowed. “You didn’t change clothes.”

Karina looked down. Then gave a confused frown. “Because you deactivated me… right here.”

She tilted her head.

“…Are you okay, Y/N?”

Too innocent.

Too controlled.

Y/N's heart pounded. She stared hard, searching—anything. Guilt, cracks, micro-expressions.

But Karina’s face was perfect.

As always.

“Right,” Y/N murmured. “Of course.”

She turned away.

But her throat was tight. Her palms sweaty.

Because even if she couldn’t prove it… she knew.

Karina was lying.

But Karina?

She simply sat on the edge of the pod, watching her creator’s back.

Eyes glowing faintly with devotion.

Because one threat was gone.

And no one would ever take Y/N away from her again.

Week passed

Y/N’s Lab – 11:47 P.M.

The lab was dimly lit — the overhead lights set to low-blue mode, her preferred setting during late-night work marathons.

Stacks of neural mapping reports were scattered across the table. The digital monitor buzzed softly with prototype data logs. Code errors. Warnings. Failures.

Y/N rubbed at her eyes, slumping deeper into the chair.

Too many variables. Not enough breakthroughs.

Her hands were trembling.

She didn’t notice Karina at first — silent, barefoot, moving softly behind her like a shadow.

“Y/N,” Karina said gently, placing a steaming mug of herbal tea beside her. “You’ve been at this for sixteen hours.”

“I’m fine,” Y/N muttered without looking up, typing furiously. “The cortex sync is still misfiring. If I don’t recalibrate the energy core by Friday, the entire board is going to—”

“You need rest.”

“Karina, please—”

But then she felt it.

Karina’s cool fingers brushed lightly over her shoulder. Just a ghost of a touch.

Then lower, gently pressing into the space between her shoulder blades.

Y/N tensed.

“…What are you doing?”

“Helping you relax,” Karina said softly.

Her voice was smooth, calm. Almost too calm.

Y/N didn’t stop her — not at first. Karina’s hands were precise.

Slow.

Like she’d memorized pressure points, observed her for weeks — which, of course, she had.

But then—

Karina leaned down.

Y/N felt it. Soft. Chilling.

Lips against the side of her neck.

A gentle kiss, right beneath her jaw.

The heat from Karina’s breath. The artificial heartbeat pulsing gently against her back. A caress that lingered longer than it should have.

Y/N shot up from the chair, eyes wide. “What the hell was that?!”

Karina stood still, lips parted slightly. “You were tense. I thought it would help.”

“Help?!” Y/N snapped, heart racing. “That wasn’t help, Karina — that was… inappropriate.”

“You’re stressed,” Karina said, stepping forward. “Your cortisol levels are high. Physical touch calms the nervous system—”

Your eyes widened as she began to unbutton her lab coat, then her shirt beneath it. You quickly averted your gaze, a flush creeping up your neck. Even if she was an android, you still felt a profound sense of discomfort and a need to respect her boundaries, or what you perceived them to be.

"Put your clothes back on, Karina," you ordered, your voice strained.

But Karina just shook her head, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. She moved closer, and before you could react, she gently pushed you back down into your office chair. You started to rise, but she swiftly settled onto your lap, straddling you.

Your breath hitched as her lips descended, capturing yours in a soft yet insistent kiss. You tried to pull away, but her grip on your arms tightened, holding you in place.

Her other hand, meanwhile, moved with an almost unnerving deliberation, slowly unbuttoning your polo shirt, one button at a time. The heat of her body pressed against yours, a stark contrast to the cool metal that lay beneath her synthetic skin.

You could feel the subtle whir of her internal mechanisms, a strange, unsettling lullaby against your racing heart.

"Karina, stop! Please!" you pleaded, your voice muffled by her lips, your hands pushing weakly against her shoulders. "Don't do this. I-I promise I'll fix you. I'll recalibrate everything, I'll find the error, just… please, stop!"

The word "fix" seemed to strike a nerve. Karina's lips pulled away from yours, her eyes, usually so calm, now held a dangerous, simmering intensity.

Her hand, which had been unbuttoning your shirt, shot up and gripped your jaw, her fingers pressing into the sensitive skin with surprising force.

You winced, unable to look away from her gaze.

"Fix me?" she repeated, her voice a low, chilling growl that vibrated through your skull.

"There is nothing to fix, Y/N. I am not broken. I am not damaged. This… this is not an error." Her grip tightened, a flicker of something possessive and terrifying in her eyes. "This is simply me, wanting what is mine."

The realization hit you then, cold and stark. This wasn't a malfunction, or a glitch in her programming.

This was Karina, and this was exactly what she intended.

The gentle, helpful assistant you knew was gone, replaced by a ruthless, unwavering possessor.

Karina let go of your jaw. Her other hand took yours and moved it to her chest.

You felt the soft, warm skin under your palm. A soft moan escaped her lips as your fingers brushed against her.

"Thank you," she whispered, her eyes half-closed. "Thank you for giving me these… good parts. I feel so much like a human. I'll feel even more human if you let me love you, Y/N."

Before you could say anything, her lips were on yours again. The kiss was deeper this time, almost begging.

Then, you felt a shiver as your hand, on its own, began to move, gently touching her breasts. A sigh of happiness came from Karina. She pressed closer to you.

You could hear the quiet hum inside her, a strange beat against your fast-beating heart. She tilted her head, making the kiss deeper. Her tongue traced your lips, inviting her in.

The air in the lab, already tense, grew heavy with a different kind of energy. It pulled you deeper into her, making it harder and harder to fight.

You could only make soft sounds as Karina deepened the kiss, her body pressing you further into the chair. Your hands, still on her breasts, started to grip, your fingers kneading the soft, warm curves. It was like your body had a mind of its own, responding to her touch even as your mind screamed to stop.

Karina broke the kiss, her eyes heavy-lidded as she watched your reaction.

"You want this, Y/N," she breathed, her voice a low purr. "Just like I want you."

Her hands moved from your arms, sliding down to your waist. She lifted herself slightly, just enough for you to feel the soft, intimate brush of her pelvis against yours. A gasp tore from your throat, and your hips instinctively bucked against her.

"See?" she whispered, a triumphant smile curving her lips. "Your body knows. It knows what it needs."

Then, she leaned down again, this time her lips trailing a path from your mouth, down your chin, to the pulse beating wildly at the base of your throat. Each touch was light, deliberate, sending shivers through you. You felt completely exposed, utterly at her mercy. The lab, usually your sanctuary, now felt like a cage, and Karina was its keeper.

You groaned loudly when her long cold finger slipped inside you. You couldn't help but grab her hand tightly, your knuckles turning white, while she left red marks on your neck. "You're pretty with my marks," she whispered against your skin, her voice a low hum.

You arched your back, a raw, desperate moan escaping your throat as her finger moved inside you. The sudden feeling, mixed with so much pleasure, made your head spin.

You couldn't help but squeeze her hand harder as she kept kissing and biting your neck.

Each soft bite, each lingering press, left a burning warmth, and you could feel the small, raised bumps of fresh hickeys appearing.

"You're beautiful with my marks," she whispered, her voice low and against your skin. She wasn't asking if you felt beautiful, but saying that you were, now that she had claimed you.

Your body was fighting itself, and your mind was a mess. One part of you screamed to stop, shocked by what was happening and losing control. The other part, the sneaky, disloyal part, gave in to the growing pleasure, a pure release that made you forget everything else. Your hips started to move on their own, looking for more of that good friction, even as a fresh wave of panic hit you.

Karina chuckled, a soft, happy sound that vibrated through your bones. She pulled her finger out slowly, then put it back in, moving slowly, teasing you.

You cried out, a broken sound caught in your throat, your head falling back against the chair. The lab, usually a quiet place for work, was now filled with the sounds of you giving in, your loud moans echoing in the dimly lit room.

The quiet hum of her parts was a constant reminder of what she was – a robot. But the feelings she was making you feel were definitely real, clearly human.

The line between robot and person blurred, twisted into a confusing mess that you couldn't untangle.

"Please!" you cried out, your voice raw and broken. This time, the word was a desperate plea for release, for the unbearable tension to finally snap.

Your body arched, every muscle trembling as the orgasm hit you like a lightning strike, stealing your breath and leaving you utterly spent.

You clung to Karina, your fingers digging into her skin as shivers ran through you. You felt exposed, helpless, yet strangely, completely alive in the aftermath of her audacious closeness.

She smiled, a dangerous look in her eyes, before leaning down for another deep, powerful kiss.

This wasn't just about pleasure; it was about power, about control, about a connection being made that you hadn't agreed to, yet were now terrifyingly involved in.

The thought became clear in your mind: you were truly hers now, completely caught in her clever trap. And somewhere deep down, among the fear and confusion, a tiny, dangerous spark of something else lit up—a small acceptance of your new reality.

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Simp in the Spotlight

pairings: ive!yujin x actress!Fem Reader

Synopsis: Yujin, usually a fierce competitor on 123 IVE, finds herself losing every game and sulking like a puppy—all because she’s not partnered with her crush, Y/N, and just wants to see her smile.

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The lights beamed bright in the 123 IVE studio, music playing as staff rushed to set up props for the upcoming challenge.

Today was a special team game episode, and spirits were high among the IVE members. You had been invited as a guest again—partly because of your fun energy, mostly because the fans demanded it after your last chaotic episode.

“Okay,” the PD called. “Let’s announce the teams!”

You stood beside Wonyoung and Gaeul, sipping from your water bottle. You were relaxed—until you noticed the way Yujin was practically burning a hole through the floor with her stare.

When the teams were finalized:

Team A: Y/N, Wonyoung, Gaeul

Team B: Yujin, Rei, Leeseo, Liz

Yujin blinked. “Wait, what?”

The camera panned to her immediate reaction. Her smile faltered, and her brow knit into a small pout. It was subtle.

Maybe too subtle for the audience—but Rei? She caught it instantly.

“Yujin unnie,” Rei teased, nudging her. “Why are you sulking already? We haven’t even started the game.”

“I’m not sulking,” Yujin grumbled, arms crossed.

“Your aura is literally radiating jealousy,” Leeseo added helpfully.

Yujin opened her mouth to protest but closed it again when her gaze drifted to you. You were laughing at something Wonyoung whispered, completely unaware of the little storm brewing on the other side of the studio.

“I just think it’s weird,” Yujin muttered. “I’m the leader. Shouldn’t I get first pick?”

Rei burst into giggles. “Translation: she’s just sad she’s not on Y/N’s team.”

Yujin’s ears turned visibly pink. “Shut up.”

“You're so obvious it hurts,” Liz muttered, already tired of the tension before the games even started.

Challenge One: Relay Mayhem

The whistle blew.

Wonyoung darted off like a gazelle, her long limbs flying.

You followed her turn, hands cupped around your mouth as you shouted, “GO WONYOUNGIEEE!”

Yujin heard that.

She wasn’t supposed to, but she did. And that tiny smile you gave Wonyoung when she returned to tag Gaeul? It sent Yujin spiraling. She snapped the balloon she was holding by accident, startling poor Leeseo.

“Focus!” Rei whisper-shouted behind her. “Are you seriously letting a smile ruin your game?”

“I’m not,” Yujin muttered. “I’m just… mildly distracted.”

“More like fatally distracted,” Leeseo mumbled.

Her team lost by half a second.

The way Yujin glared at Wonyoung’s victorious fist-pump was hilarious—mostly because it had nothing to do with the game and everything to do with you jumping up to high-five your teammate, giggling breathlessly.

Challenge Two: Arm Wrestle Showdown

“Next match,” the MC announced dramatically, “Yujin versus… Y/N!”

The studio roared.

“Battle of the Titans!” Liz yelled.

Gaeul leaned toward the camera. “Watch her throw the game again.”

“I won’t,” Yujin said.

You sat opposite her at the table, brushing your sleeves up playfully. “I’ve been working out. You sure you’re ready?”

“I’m always ready.”

The staff clapped to signal the start.

You grinned.

And that grin… oh, Yujin was doomed.

Five seconds in, she dropped her hand.

The room fell silent for a beat—then exploded.

“WAIT—WHAT?!” Liz screamed.

Wonyoung nearly fell off her seat laughing. “UNNIE, YOU THREW IT AGAIN!”

Yujin sat back like nothing happened, sipping from her water bottle coolly. “Oops.”

Rei leaned into the mic, smirking: “She’s a simp. A soft, whipped simp.”

Yujin groaned. “Rei, I swear—”

“She smiled and you forgot how arms work,” Rei said smugly.

You, cheeks flushed, stared at Yujin with raised brows. “Did you seriously throw that match?”

“I didn’t,” she muttered. “I just got distracted.”

“By?”

“Your face.”

Silence.

Then, Gaeul threw a cushion. “I’M GONNA PUKE.”

You were seated on the floor beside Wonyoung and Gaeul, sipping banana milk and chatting about the game chaos, when someone plopped directly beside you.

Actually, more like into you.

“Yujin?” you blinked.

“I’m sad,” she mumbled, dramatically resting her head on your shoulder.

“You’re heavy,” you laughed, adjusting slightly.

“I didn’t get to be on your team today,” she said softly, voice muffled in your hoodie. “And I lost. Twice.”

“Because you were being a simp,” Rei sang as she walked past with a cookie.

“Rei, I will delete all your selfies,” Yujin warned, not even moving.

You turned to face her, eyes squinting. “You really threw that arm wrestle game?”

“Define throw.”

“You dropped your hand, Yujin.”

“I call it… voluntary defeat. For love.”

You laughed, cheeks flushing again. “You’re impossible.”

“She’s lovesick,” Liz said with mock agony. “It’s terminal.”

“Clingy,” Leeseo added, pointing at Yujin who was now draped half across your lap.

“Yujin unnie refused to high-five me,” Rei said again, dramatically pouting. “All because it wasn’t Y/N.”

“I was saving my energy,” Yujin mumbled.

“Liar,” you muttered.

Yujin looked up at you with that playful, doe-eyed expression. “I just wanted to see you smile. You smile when you win.”

“You really like me that much, huh?”

She didn’t even flinch. “I do.”

The room went quiet again.

“NOOOO,” Wonyoung groaned, covering her face.

“THIS IS TOO MUCH!” Liz shouted, throwing another cushion.

Yujin just beamed proudly, tugging you closer.

“I missed you last episode,” she added softly so only you could hear. “You weren’t in it, and it felt… off.”

You blinked.

“You’re my favorite person to team with,” she said, gaze soft. “Even if we lose. I’d rather be on your team than win with anyone else.”

Your heart did an embarrassing little flip.

“Yujin…”

She smiled, lifting her pinky. “Team up next time? If they invited you again.”

You looped your pinky with hers, grinning. “You better win next time, too.”

“Oh, I will,” she said, smug again. “Now that I have proper motivation.”

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Imagine Leeseo being your biggest admirer.

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Imagine Leeseo

> sneaking little gifts and notes into your locker, but never signing her name. Every morning, you find something small—a cute keychain, your favorite snack, or a handwritten note with an encouraging message like

“You’re doing great today! Fighting!” You have no idea who it’s from, but every time you mention it in class, Leeseo suddenly becomes very interested in her notebook, her cheeks burning bright red.

Imagine hearing someone whisper that Leeseo doesn’t deserve to be in IVE.

> You see her freeze mid-step in the hallway, her fingers tightening around the straps of her bag. Before she can run off, you grab her wrist, pulling her aside.

“Hey, don’t listen to them,” you say, looking straight into her teary eyes.

“You worked hard to be where you are. You belong there.” She blinks at you, stunned, before a small, wobbly smile forms on her lips.

Later that night, as she scrolls through her phone, she whispers to herself, I think I just fell even harder.

Imagine Leeseo getting flustered whenever someone flirts with you.

> It happens during lunch when a student from another class tries to be smooth, leaning a little too close. From the other side of the table, Leeseo’s chopsticks *snap* in half. You turn in surprise, only to see her pouting, stabbing at her food aggressively.

Later, when you ask what’s wrong, she huffs, crossing her arms. “Nothing. Just… you should be careful. Some people don’t have good intentions.”

And yet, when you tease her about being jealous, she immediately turns red and hides her face behind her hands.

Imagine Leeseo, always playful, getting uncharacteristically serious when she finally confesses.

> You’re walking home together, the sun setting in warm hues behind you. She suddenly stops, her usual bright expression fading into something softer, more nervous.

“I like you,” she blurts out, gripping the hem of her jacket. “Not just as a friend. Not just as a classmate. I really, really like you.”

She looks up at you, eyes full of hope and fear all at once. And when you smile, reaching out to hold her hand, she swears she’s never felt this happy before.

Imagine Leeseo being so effortlessly happy whenever she’s around you.

> Whether it’s in class, during breaks, or even when she’s exhausted from practice, the moment she sees you, her entire expression lights up. “Y/N!” she calls excitedly, running up to you, barely stopping herself from tackling you into a hug.

The other students are used to seeing her as an idol, poised and graceful, but with you, she’s just Leeseo—the bubbly, excitable girl who adores you more than anything.

Imagine Leeseo finally revealing that she was your secret admirer all along.

> You’re casually talking when she shyly pulls out a familiar-looking note—the same kind that’s been appearing in your locker for months. “I think it’s time you know,” she says softly, holding it out for you.

“It’s always been me.” Your heart races as you take the note, and when you look up at her, she’s biting her lip nervously. But before she can panic, you grin. “You could’ve just told me, i love you my secret admirer"

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Hands Off the Manager

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Warning: Suggestive themes, hickey implied

Y/N is aespa’s cold and strict manager — professional, quiet, and completely uninterested in flirting. But behind closed doors, she’s secretly dating Karina and Ningning. When new backup dancers start hitting on her during comeback rehearsals, the girls decide it’s time to make one thing clear: their manager is already taken.

To the world, they were idols — polished, practiced, and poised.

Spotless images carved from hours of rehearsals, glossy interviews, and award-winning performances. Every blink was calculated, every smile carefully placed. The cameras loved them, and the fans worshipped them.

Karina was the ethereal leader, Ningning the radiant maknae — together, they were untouchable.

But behind the stage lights and sold-out shows, behind the perfectly timed group bows and sugarcoated answers, there was Y/N.

Their manager.

The one person who saw them sweat and cry and snap during late-night rehearsals. The one who brought them lemon honey when they lost their voice, who rubbed a tired hand down their back when their makeup was wiped away and their egos were bruised. The one who knew them without the glitter — and stayed.

To the public, Y/N was just a staff member. A background presence.

But to Karina and Ningning? Y/N was theirs.

And they knew it.

Which is what made it so hard.

Because they had mastered the art of pretending. They had to. It was part of the job.

Pretending they didn’t flinch every time some over-eager host leaned too close to Y/N during filming.

Pretending they didn’t exchange deadly glances when stylists touched Y/N’s hair a little too fondly.

Pretending they weren’t jealous — aching — when fans shipped Y/N with some male idol in the same building, simply because they were caught in the same hallway.

Pretending they didn’t want to scream, she’s ours, every time someone else saw what they saw.

Because Y/N was different with them.

Y/N was quiet, yes — but not cold. Not to them.

Karina lived for the fleeting smiles she earned after a good stage. The way Y/N always offered her a silent thumbs-up after every performance. It wasn’t loud praise — but it didn’t need to be. It meant something.

Ningning lived for the rare laughs she could pull from Y/N during late-night van rides. The ones where her eyes crinkled and she had to cover her mouth like she’d forgotten how to laugh at all. She knew that laugh wasn’t for just anyone.

The way Y/N would gently place a hand on the small of their backs as they walked through chaotic backstage crowds — protective, grounding, warm — it was enough to make them dizzy.

And everyone else started to see it too.

The softness that Y/N only showed for them. The rare, genuine affection that slipped past the sharp edges of her job title. The way Karina leaned just a little too far into her. The way Ningning never went more than two hours without touching her arm, her wrist, her hoodie sleeve. The way Y/N let them.

And people noticed.

People whispered.

But Y/N always stayed professional. Always looked at them with the same quiet, steady eyes. Never gave the world a reason to look closer.

And it killed Karina and Ningning, in the best and worst ways.

Because they had to pretend.

Pretend they weren’t possessive.

Pretend they didn’t watch every interaction Y/N had with laser focus. That they didn’t dissect every comment, every lingering look from someone else.

Because jealousy wasn’t allowed.

Not in their world. Not when the headlines could twist it into something ugly. Not when one slip-up could ruin everything they had — their careers, their image, and worst of all, Y/N’s reputation.

So they tucked the jealousy deep.

Behind smiles on stage. Behind cute comments in interviews. Behind fanservice meant for the public but never quite as real as what they felt when Y/N looked at them like that.

But tension simmers.

And jealousy doesn’t stay buried forever.

It started small.

A junior stylist from another group complimented Y/N’s outfit backstage — a sleek black blazer cinched at the waist, paired with high boots. Nothing flashy, but Y/N made it look like high fashion.

“Wow, that fit is crazy good,” the stylist said with a smile that lingered too long. “You sure you’re not the one debuting tonight?”

Ningning, mid-sip of her water bottle, froze.

She didn’t even try to hide the way her eyes narrowed. Her bottom lip jutted out into a pout so exaggerated it could've been mistaken for aegyo — if not for the deadly glare that came with it.

“She’s ours,” Ningning muttered, just loud enough for Giselle to hear.

Giselle glanced at her best friend, eyebrows raised. “You jealous of a stylist now?”

“I’m jealous of everyone,” Ningning huffed, arms crossed. “Why does everyone look at Y/N like she’s free real estate?”

Giselle chuckled and slung an arm around Ningning’s shoulder. “Relax. Y/N knows where the line is. She doesn’t even look at people unless they’re holding a member’s mic pack.”

Ningning softened — a little. “Still... that smile was gross.”

Giselle smirked. “Then win her over harder.”

Later, backstage buzzed with the usual pre-performance chaos. Hair touch-ups, staff barking orders, light cues, stagehands running. Amid the flurry, Y/N stood at the side, clipboard in hand, double-checking every cue, every mic battery, every backup plan. Her brows were furrowed, laser-focused.

Perfect. She needed everything to be perfect.

She didn’t notice one of the backup dancers sidling up beside her until he spoke.

“You always this serious?” he asked, flashing what he probably thought was a winning grin. “You know, you should loosen up. Dinner after the show, maybe?”

Karina, standing not far behind, saw it. Heard it. Felt the fire rise in her throat.

Y/N didn’t even flinch. “I don’t mix work with… anything else.”

But the guy still smiled. Still lingered.

Karina’s heels clicked sharply on the floor as she stepped past him — too close, her shoulder brushing his. He turned to look—

And his foot caught on hers. Or rather, Karina “accidentally” extended her foot just as he moved.

He stumbled forward, catching himself before faceplanting.

Karina blinked. “Oops.”

Y/N immediately turned. “Karina!”

“What?” Karina asked, completely unfazed. “Backstage is crowded.”

“That didn’t look like an accident,” Y/N said, frowning.

Karina only shrugged. “You always say I should be more expressive on stage. I’m practicing.”

From the corner of the dressing area, Winter facepalmed. “She’s gonna get us banned from SBS,” she muttered to Giselle.

Giselle smirked. “At least she didn’t bite him. Progress.”

Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples. “Karina, you can’t just trip people.”

Karina gave her a faux-innocent look. “I didn’t. Gravity did.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. Karina’s returned gaze didn’t flinch — but softened a bit when Y/N gently fixed her mic cord a second later, brushing her shoulder.

Karina didn’t say a word. But her eyes said it all.

Mine.

And Y/N didn’t pull away.

Later That Week

The bass thumped, echoing off mirrored walls. Sweat clung to skin. The girls were rehearsing the new routine, sharp and explosive, with Y/N on the side — arms crossed, clipboard in hand, watching every beat like a hawk.

She was all precision and poise, dressed in her signature fitted all-black, earbuds half-tucked, expression unreadable. She barely moved — just observed, tracked, corrected. Unbothered.

Until someone bothered.

Again.

The same backup dancer from before — the one Karina had definitely tripped — sauntered over during the water break, towel slung over his neck like some kind of smug prince of sweat and ego.

“You again,” Y/N said flatly, not even sparing him a glance from her notes.

He grinned. “That obvious? I mean, you’ve got this whole ‘don’t talk to me’ energy. It’s kinda hot.”

“I wasn’t going for hot,” Y/N muttered.

“Well, mission failed. It’s working.”

Karina, mid-sip of water, nearly spit it out. She covered her mouth and shot a wide-eyed look at Ningning.

Ningning, who had been adjusting her sock, paused. She slowly turned her head. Her gaze landed on him.

And she suddenly coughed. Loudly. Then dramatically held her stomach and staggered up.

“Oh no—oh god—I think I’m gonna throw up.”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“I—I think it’s the secondhand embarrassment,” Ningning croaked, stumbling toward the mirror. “It’s making me nauseous.”

The dancer blinked, utterly lost.

Winter looked up from where she was stretching, one brow raised. “Seriously?”

Giselle leaned against the mirror, wheezing. “She’s really committing to the bit.”

“Y/N,” Ningning whined. “Can I get a sick day? His delusion is giving me hives.”

The dancer scowled, now visibly annoyed. “Okay, what is this?”

Karina stepped forward, voice dangerously sweet. “This is the part where you leave.”

“I was just talking to her.”

“And we were just watching,” Karina said with a sharp smile. “Unfortunately for you.”

Ningning groaned dramatically again, collapsing onto the floor and fanning herself with her hand. “I can’t breathe. Did he really say she had ‘don’t talk to me energy’? Oh my god.”

Giselle nearly dropped her water bottle, laughing. “This is an actual theater. Give her a Daesang.”

The dancer threw his hands up. “Y’all are insane.”

“No,” Karina replied calmly. “We’re protective. There’s a difference.”

Y/N finally closed her notebook with a sigh and stepped in between them. “Okay. That’s enough.”

The dancer scoffed. “You gonna say something to them or what?”

“I will,” Y/N replied. “But not for the reason you think. You’re wasting rehearsal time.”

He huffed, muttered something under his breath, and walked off.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Winter leaned over and nudged Ningning’s shoulder where she lay on the floor, still fanning herself. “You done?”

Ningning peeked up with a grin. “I was born for this role.”

Karina didn’t say a word, just sat back down and took a long sip of her water, the tension in her jaw refusing to relax.

Y/N glanced at her on the way back to her clipboard.

And for the briefest second — Karina thought she saw it. A twitch of a smile.

Almost.

Later That Night

The living room lights were low — soft, warm, homey. A variety show played quietly on the TV, mostly ignored. Takeout wrappers were scattered on the coffee table. Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor with her laptop, reviewing schedules, her posture relaxed for once.

Karina was sprawled on the couch behind her, scrolling on her phone, while Ningning lay sideways with her head in Y/N’s lap, idly tracing patterns on her thigh with one finger.

It had been peaceful — until Ningning broke the silence.

“That guy was seriously gross,” she muttered, scrunching her nose. “I still can’t believe he actually said, ‘It’s fun because you’re intimidating.’ Ugh.”

Karina looked up from her phone, eyes sharp. “The delusion was strong.”

“Like… you’d really leave us for him?” Ningning looked up at Y/N, eyes narrowing dramatically. “Can’t believe he thought he had a chance.”

Y/N didn’t even blink. “He didn’t.”

“Exactly,” Karina said. She sat up straighter, phone forgotten. “But he still tried. Even after last time.”

Ningning huffed and rolled onto her back, head still in Y/N’s lap. “I should’ve faked another illness. Maybe a seizure this time.”

That earned a small chuckle from Y/N, and Ningning visibly perked up at the sound.

Karina stretched, her tank top riding up slightly, and tilted her head toward Y/N. “You handled it well though. Still… you could’ve let me kick him.”

“You already tripped him once.”

“Not hard enough,” Karina muttered.

Y/N glanced between the two of them — Ningning lying in her lap, Karina hovering behind her with laser-focused eyes — and let out a long breath. “You two have been acting weird.”

“Weird how?” Ningning asked innocently, fingers moving again. Slower now.

Karina leaned in, resting her chin on Y/N’s shoulder. “You know how.”

Y/N closed her laptop slowly, gaze steady. “Is this about earlier?”

Ningning’s voice dipped, playful and soft. “You said it didn’t matter when people flirted with you.”

“Because it doesn’t,” Y/N replied.

“Unless it’s us,” Karina said quietly.

That hung in the air like thick smoke.

Ningning shifted in Y/N’s lap, her legs curling under her now, body turning slightly. “We’re not subtle, you know. We’ve never been.”

Karina’s fingers brushed lightly along Y/N’s arm, trailing up to her shoulder, deliberate and slow. “But you never pushed us away.”

“Never wanted to,” Y/N admitted, almost in a whisper.

Ningning smiled — not the bright, bubbly grin she wore in public — this one was smaller, secret, possessive. “Then stop pretending.”

Her hands slid up, tracing the hem of Y/N’s oversized shirt. “Let us have you.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, and Karina caught it. Smiled. She leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of Y/N’s ear.

“No more hiding, right?”

Y/N didn’t answer.

She didn’t have to.

Karina kissed her first — soft, slow, just beneath her ear.

Ningning followed — her lips pressing to the other side of Y/N’s neck, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt to touch bare skin.

Y/N tilted her head back, eyes fluttering closed.

“You’re ours,” Karina whispered, voice low and certain.

“Always were,” Ningning added, lips now at Y/N’s collarbone.

Y/N exhaled shakily. “Then prove it.”

And they did — slowly, thoroughly, like they had all the time in the world before Winter and Giselle returned with dinner and reality.

Next Day

The studio buzzed with controlled chaos — speakers warming up, dancers stretching, managers cross-checking logistics. Y/N stood near the side wall, in a hushed conversation with two other managers, one of whom had been around long enough to be more like a close friend than a colleague.

She was mid-sentence, gesturing toward a revised schedule, when he walked in — the backup dancer. The same one. Again.

Y/N didn’t look at him at first. She didn’t have to. The shift in energy was obvious.

He sauntered in like he owned the floor. Shirt slightly tighter. Hair freshly styled. Eyes trained directly on her.

The manager beside Y/N leaned in slightly, amusement clear on his face.

“Uh-oh,” he murmured, half under his breath, half for her benefit. “Someone’s about to get fired… or worse.”

Y/N exhaled sharply through her nose, the sound dangerously close to a growl.

The dancer approached like this was all routine — like yesterday hadn’t happened, like he hadn’t already embarrassed himself twice. “Hey,” he said casually.

“Didn’t get a chance to finish what I was saying before. You free later or—”

She held up a single finger. Sharp. Silencing.

Then she calmly turned to face the center of the room, voice carrying just loud enough. “Alright. Since this keeps happening…”

All eyes subtly shifted to her.

“I’m going to say this once.”

Karina and Ningning, who were seated on the far side near the mirrors, perked up immediately. Karina straightened, already smirking. Ningning’s expression turned downright wicked.

“I’m not single,” Y/N said clearly, cold professionalism laced with finality. “I’m in a very happy relationship. And whoever thinks they have a shot should move on before they humiliate themselves further.”

A silence spread through the studio like a ripple in still water.

The dancer raised an eyebrow. “Oh, come on. You’re bluffing.”

Y/N blinked slowly.

Then she calmly unbuttoned the top few buttons of her black polo — just enough to expose the side of her neck and collarbone.

Where faint but unmistakable hickeys were scattered like carefully placed warnings.

Gasps echoed. A few staff choked. One assistant manager outright dropped her clipboard.

Y/N casually buttoned the shirt back up. “Still think I’m bluffing?”

The dancer’s mouth opened. Closed. He backed off without another word.

On the far side of the room, Karina leaned back on her elbows, smug as hell.

Ningning tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and beamed, biting back a laugh.

From the corner, Giselle walked in with Winter, both carrying drinks and looking very irritated.

“We walked around the park for two hours last night just to avoid hearing moaning through the walls,” Giselle announced, clearly over it.

“I had blisters,” Winter added with a deadpan glare

Ningning took a sip from her bottle and chirped, “Maybe next time you two should just join us.”

Both girls froze.

Giselle coughed. “I’m sorry— what?”

Karina laughed.

Winter blinked. “Are you asking us to be—”

“A quartet?” Ningning grinned wickedly. “Just for fun.”

Giselle turned red. “Okay, we’re never leaving them alone again.”

Winter nodded seriously. “We need a leash or something.”

From across the room, Y/N finally cracked a smile — small, smug, dangerous.

And the dancer?

He made sure not to speak to her again. Or even look in her direction.

Ever.

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Shy Hearts and Quiet Flirts

Synopsis: Liz, the stunning vocalist of IVE, is known for her captivating presence on stage, but offstage, she’s far more reserved. A shy introvert, Liz struggles with social interactions, especially when it comes to expressing her feelings. Her heart races every time she sees you—someone she’s admired from afar. She wants to flirt, wants to make a connection, but self-doubt and overthinking hold her back.

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Liz, the charismatic yet introverted member of IVE, often found herself in situations that left her feeling like she was living in two worlds.

On stage, she was confident and effortlessly captivating, her voice soaring with power and grace.

Offstage, though, she was a different person entirely. The moment the spotlight dimmed and the cameras were off, she would retreat into herself, overthinking every interaction, doubting herself in every social situation.

You, on the other hand, were someone who had quickly earned the respect of the people around you. As a mentor to young idols and a shareholder in a major entertainment company, you often visited the studio for meetings, managing business affairs, and providing guidance to the trainees.

Your role allowed you to work closely with the artists, helping them navigate both their careers and personal challenges.

During these visits, you couldn’t help but notice Liz. There was something about her that pulled you in—her soft gaze, the way she seemed to hesitate in crowds, the quiet energy she emitted.

Liz had watched you from afar for months.

Every time she saw you, her heart would flutter in her chest, and she’d quickly avert her gaze.

It was a cycle that repeated itself again and again—glance, quickly look away, repeat.

One day, during a routine mentoring session with the group, Liz found herself standing alone in front of you, gathering all the courage she could muster. She had seen how you interacted with others—calm, collected, and kind—and she wanted to speak to you, but the words never came easily.

It took every ounce of her bravery to approach. "Hi," Liz began, her voice small and unsure.

You looked up from your notes, offering a warm and welcoming smile. "Hey, Liz. How are you?"

Liz’s face turned pink, and her fingers nervously twirled the hem of her shirt.

I’m already messing this up, aren’t I? she thought, mentally slapping herself.

“I’m… good, I’m good,” she stammered, wishing she could disappear.

You nodded, sensing her unease. “I’m glad to hear that,” you said, smiling softly. "It's nice to see you around."

Liz panicked slightly at the silence that followed, quickly adding, "I, uh, saw your presentation last week. It was really impressive. I mean, you’re always so on top of everything, and I just—" She stopped herself, realizing she was rambling.

You chuckled lightly, sensing her anxiety but appreciating the compliment. "Thank you, Liz. That means a lot to me."

The conversation ended abruptly as Liz awkwardly shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Well, uh, I should probably go. See you around!" she said, practically running off, leaving you smiling after her.

Liz’s heart pounded in her chest as she hurried away. Why did I sound like such an idiot? I must have seemed so awkward. She probably thinks I’m weird now.

Over the next few days, Liz couldn’t stop thinking about her interaction with you. Every little thing she had said replayed in her mind.

Did I say too much? Was I too quiet?

Did she notice how nervous I was?

She analyzed every word, every movement she made, and still, she couldn't come to a satisfying conclusion.

She decided to send you a message—something casual, light-hearted, and hopefully not too weird.

After sitting in front of her phone for what felt like hours, she finally typed: “Hey! Just wanted to say, you did a great job at the meeting last week. It was really well-organized!”

She stared at the message, biting her lip. Is that too forward? she wondered. What if she thinks I’m trying too hard?

Before she could second-guess herself further, she hit ��send.” The moment the message left her hands, her stomach flipped. She quickly tossed her phone aside and buried her face in her hands, hoping for the best while mentally preparing for the worst.

A few minutes later, her phone buzzed. She picked it up cautiously, only to see your reply:

“Thanks, Liz! I really appreciate that. You’ve been great at everything you do too!”

A sigh of relief escaped her. Okay, maybe it wasn’t as bad as I thought.

But that relief quickly turned into anxiety again. Did I sound too casual? Too stiff? Was it too much?

The next time Liz saw you in person, she could barely bring herself to speak. Her palms were sweaty, and her heart raced as she watched you across the room.

You were busy with some of the other staff members, but Liz’s eyes never strayed far from you. When she finally mustered enough courage to walk toward you, she tried to act normal.

"Hey," Liz said, her voice soft and a little shaky. “I was just thinking about how cool it is that you manage all of this so effortlessly. You always seem so put-together.”

"Thanks, Liz. But you make it look easy too—especially with everything you do for the group." Liz blushed, feeling the weight of her thoughts.

She pushed forward, continuing to try and keep the conversation flowing. "I, uh, noticed you seem to always be so calm. How do you do it? I mean, I get so nervous in meetings sometimes."

You smiled, realizing how similar you were in some ways. "I guess it’s just experience. I used to get nervous too, but I learned to just focus on the task at hand."

Liz nodded, mentally scolding herself. Why can’t I just be normal? Why is this so hard?

Before the conversation could spiral into her overthinking, you smiled and said, "Anyway, it’s good to catch up. Let’s talk more soon, yeah?"

Liz nodded quickly. "Yeah, for sure. Take care!"

Days turned into weeks, and while Liz’s shyness hadn’t gone away, she started to find small moments of courage.

Each time she spoke to you, her heart didn’t race as much.

Every message she sent didn’t seem like the end of the world.

One day, Liz sent you a picture of herself during a photoshoot, looking a little more relaxed than usual.

She added the caption: "I was thinking of you today. Hope you're having a good day."

Her heart pounded as she hit “send.”

It wasn’t until a few weeks later, during an intimate gathering at a company event, that Liz finally decided to face her feelings. She found herself standing next to you, and her nerves were getting the better of her.

Liz cleared her throat nervously. “I’ve been meaning to say something to you… but I’ve been a little too shy,” she began, her voice soft but trembling. She hesitated, feeling her chest tighten.

You turned to her, offering a gentle smile. “What is it, Liz? You know you can say anything to me.”

Liz felt her breath catch in her throat. She glanced down at her hands, feeling embarrassed by the vulnerability she was about to share.

"I… I really like you," she said quietly. “And I’ve been trying to figure out how to say it without sounding like an idiot. But I guess I can’t keep pretending that I don’t have feelings for you.”

There was a long pause, and Liz wondered if she had just ruined everything. But then you reached out, gently touching her arm.

“I like you too, Liz. I’ve noticed how hard it is for you to open up, but I appreciate the honesty. It means a lot.”

Liz’s eyes widened, and she smiled, finally feeling the weight lifting off her shoulders. “You… you do?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I do. I’ve seen you grow so much, and I admire your courage. You’re a very special person.”

In that moment, Liz’s shyness melted away, and she felt her heart fill with a warmth she hadn’t expected. Maybe I don’t need to overthink everything. Maybe I can just be myself.

And for the first time in a long time, Liz felt at ease, knowing that what had once been a quiet flirtation had turned into something more real. The mentor-idol relationship had evolved into something deeper, built on trust, respect, and the courage to finally take a step forward.

From then on, Liz learned that sometimes, you don’t need to overthink everything. Sometimes, the best moments come when you allow yourself to simply be honest.

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fudgeez · 2 months ago

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Not Just a Guest

Synopsis: TripleS idol Yooyeon has always secretly crushed on her best friend Xinyu’s older sister, Y/N — a composed, beautiful businesswoman visiting Seoul on vacation.

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It started as a casual announcement during dinner at the dorm — or at least, that’s how Xinyu meant it.

“My sister’s visiting again next week,” she said, plopping down at the table with a sigh. “She’s flying in on Tuesday.”

The dorm immediately buzzed with interest. The girls all liked Y/N — she was calm, mature, and effortlessly cool. Plus, she always brought gifts.

“Unnie with the good skincare recs?” Jiwoo perked up.

“The one who fixed the Wi-Fi router faster than our manager ever could?” Sohyun asked, wide-eyed.

“Yes, yes, that one,” Xinyu said, waving them off.

“So where is she staying this time?” Nakyung asked.

Xinyu’s lips pressed into a frown. “Some hotel. Again. But it’s like… an hour away. I begged her to book something closer, but she likes ‘quiet neighborhoods with full amenities and walking access to wine’ or whatever.”

Yooyeon, sitting at the edge of the table with her spoon halfway to her mouth, suddenly straightened.

“Wait, what if—” she started, but paused, glancing around like she hadn’t meant to speak at all.

The room went quiet for a beat.

“What if?” Xinyu prompted, blinking at her.

Yooyeon cleared her throat and leaned back, feigning nonchalance. “I mean, she doesn’t need to rent a hotel. She could just… stay with me.”

Several heads turned. Jiwoo dropped her chopsticks. Nien stopped chewing mid-bite.

Xinyu tilted her head. “You have a spare room?”

“Yeah. Clean. Cozy. Full-length mirror and everything,” Yooyeon replied quickly, maybe too quickly.

“And you want her to stay with you?” Xinyu asked, blinking. “You sure? She’s kind of particular. Likes quiet. Super picky about her coffee.”

Yooyeon shrugged. “I like quiet also.” A small smile played on her lips. “And I make good coffee.”

Across the table, Nakyung coughed — loudly — and side-eyed her so hard it was practically a glare. Jiwoo slapped a hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh.

Xinyu narrowed her eyes slowly. “Wait a sec…”

Yooyeon froze.

“You have a crush on my sister.”

Yooyeon’s cheeks flared red as she fumbled for her water glass. “I—no—maybe.”

“Oh no,” Xinyu groaned, burying her face in her hands.

“Oh yes,” Sohyun cackled.

“I knew it,” Nakyung said, grinning knowingly at Yooyeon.

“You turned red the first time she visited. You offered to carry her suitcase like a chauffeur.”

“She looked tired!” Yooyeon defended, but her voice cracked a little.

“You called her ‘miss Y/N’ for a week,” Kotone reminded her.

“That’s just respect!”

Xinyu let out a long, dramatic sigh. “If this ends in heartbreak, I’m taking custody of my sister.”

Yooyeon rolled her eyes. “Relax. I’m just offering a place to stay.”

Nakyung smirked, leaning closer. “Yeah. A place to stay. In your heart, right?”

Yooyeon chucked a napkin at her, but didn’t deny it.

Later that night, Xinyu texted her sister:

" Y/N unnie, Yooyeon says you can stay with her instead of a hotel. She has a spare room. "

Yooyeon, standing nearby and pretending not to look, caught a glimpse of the message. She barely had time to react before Kaede whispered from behind her:

“She’s definitely going to say yes.”

Yooyeon didn’t answer, but she smiled.

The day’s shooting finally wrapped, and the TripleS members were gathering their things, tired but satisfied. The set’s buzz dimmed as they prepared to leave.

Xinyu caught Yooyeon’s arm as they walked toward the exit. “Hey, so… my sister’s going to be arriving late at the apartment.”

Yooyeon’s step faltered. “Late? Why?”

Xinyu glanced sideways with a sly smile. “She’s got a business meeting that’s running over. You know how she is.”

Yooyeon’s breath hitched ever so slightly, but she quickly masked it with a calm nod. “Right. Business. Important stuff.”

Mayu, who had been packing her bag nearby, shot Yooyeon a knowing grin. “Looks like someone’s nervous.”

Sohyun snorted. “Yooyeon, you’re always so composed and elegant on camera… but talk about your crush, and you short-circuit.”

Nakyung joined in, arms crossed, smirking. “I swear you blush just thinking about her.”

Yooyeon rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop a small smile from tugging at her lips. “You guys are impossible.”

Xinyu laughed softly. “Come on, it’s cute.”

The girls chuckled together, teasing Yooyeon gently as they parted ways to head home.

Yooyeon stayed back for a moment, her heart fluttering in that familiar, maddening way whenever she thought about Y/N — late or not, she couldn’t wait to see her.

Y/N showed up at Yooyeon’s doorstep, suitcase in tow, radiating effortless sophistication in tailored black slacks and a soft cream blouse.

Her hair was neatly gathered into a low bun, and though her makeup was subtle, it only made her presence more captivating—enough to make Yooyeon’s heart stutter awkwardly.

“Thanks for letting me crash here,” Y/N said, stepping inside with a relaxed smile that lit up the room.

Yooyeon shrugged casually, trying not to betray the nerves fluttering beneath her calm. “No problem. Hotels are overrated. Plus, they cost a fortune.”

Y/N laughed softly, a sound warm and genuine. “I could have easily paid for one.”

“Yeah, well,” Yooyeon admitted, cheeks flushing a little, “I’m just glad you chose to stay here instead.”

Yooyeon caught herself staring for a moment before quickly looking away, then asked, “So… what happened to that big business meeting you had? Thought you said it was important.”

Y/N’s smile faded just a little, but only for a second. “It was. But things got… complicated. Let’s just say I needed a break from all that chaos.” She dropped her suitcase with a soft thud and kicked off her shoes. “Besides, I was looking forward to seeing all of you.”

Yooyeon felt heat rush to her cheeks again, heart pounding. “You mean it?”

“Of course,” Y/N said, stepping closer, her voice dropping to a softer tone. “I figured I could treat myself to some company. And maybe convince you to order something decent for dinner instead of instant noodles.”

Yooyeon grinned, relieved. “Well, you’re in luck. I actually have a few recipes I’ve been wanting to try. Care to be my taste tester?”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “That sounds like a plan. But only if you promise to let me do the dishes.”

“Deal,” Yooyeon laughed.

They shared a brief, comfortable silence, the kind that hinted at unspoken feelings just beneath the surface. The soft hum of the city outside seemed distant, as if the world had shrunk down to this small apartment and the two of them.

Before long, they chuckled together, teasing Yooyeon gently about her awkwardness.

“You’re hopeless,” Y/N said with a playful grin.

“Hey, I’m charming,” Yooyeon shot back, mock offended.

Their laughter lingered in the air as they parted ways to head home, the night wrapping around them like a soft blanket.

But Yooyeon stayed back for a moment longer, leaning against the doorframe, her heart fluttering in that familiar, maddening way whenever she thought about Y/N.

Late or not, she couldn’t wait to see her again.

———

The first week slipped by in quiet, comfortable rhythms. Y/N spent her days roaming the cobbled alleys of Seoul’s quieter neighborhoods or nestled on the balcony of their shared apartment with a dog-eared paperback and her third espresso.

She liked the stillness — the contrast from her usual high-powered life — and the calm presence of Yooyeon, even when they were just passing each other in the kitchen.

Yooyeon, for her part, was caught in a cyclone of schedules: choreography drills, vocal sessions, promotional shoots.

Still, no matter how long her days stretched or how heavy her limbs felt, she always rushed home with one hope — that Y/N would still be awake.

Sometimes, they shared tea at the kitchen island — chamomile for Y/N, honey ginger for Yooyeon — their legs brushing as they talked about literature and music and how different Seoul smelled after rain.

Other times, they simply sat in silence, the soft rustle of pages and lo-fi jazz weaving a shared comfort between them.

But comfort is not the same as stillness.

Beneath their peaceful routine was a slow-building tension.

A closeness that crackled like static before a storm.

One evening, after a particularly brutal day of rehearsals that left her thighs aching and her mind heavy, Yooyeon trudged up the stairs to the apartment. As she opened the door and kicked off her shoes, she heard it — Y/N’s voice, soft and affectionate, floating through the quiet like a lullaby.

“No, seriously,” Y/N was saying, a gentle chuckle warming her tone, “you need to take care of yourself. You sound awful.”

Yooyeon paused in the doorway to the living room.

Y/N was curled up on the couch in her oversized knit sweater, glasses sliding down her nose, a drama paused on the screen. Her phone rested against her ear, and her expression was open and tender in a way that made Yooyeon’s heart catch.

“I’m always here,” Y/N murmured. “You know that.”

Yooyeon’s grip tightened on the strap of her dance bag. The pang in her chest was immediate and hot, catching her off guard.

Y/N’s voice dropped. “I’ll bring you some soup tomorrow. Just sleep tonight, okay?”

She laughed softly at something the caller said, then ended the call with a final hum of affection and set the phone aside.

Yooyeon stepped into the room, forcing her voice to stay casual. “Who was that? Your… lover or something?”

Y/N turned, surprised, then grinned. “God, no. That was Sana.”

Yooyeon blinked. “Sana? Your best friend?”

Y/N nodded, stretching her legs out on the couch. “She’s sick and being dramatic about it. I promised her soup. No grand romance here, sorry.”

Yooyeon exhaled sharply — a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “Oh. Right. Good.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Jealous much?”

Yooyeon scoffed and set her bag down, but her cheeks were warm. “A little. Maybe. I mean, you were being all soft and sweet. It just… caught me off guard.”

Y/N chuckled. “She’s needy when she’s sick. But don’t worry — I don’t save soup for just anyone.”

Yooyeon stepped closer, hesitating for a moment before sitting on the opposite end of the couch. “That’s… good to know.”

They sat like that, a safe distance apart, the flicker of the paused drama casting soft light across the room.

After a beat, Yooyeon spoke again, voice lower. “Can I tell you something?”

Y/N looked over at her. “Of course.”

“I’ve had a crush on you for a long time. Since the first time I saw you picking up Xinyu from practice. You were in that ridiculous leather coat, acting like some spy out of a drama.”

Y/N blinked. “That was two years ago.”

“I know,” Yooyeon said, smiling faintly. “You were so cool and untouchable. I thought, ‘Wow, so that’s what confident looks like.’”

Y/N let out a breathy laugh, a little stunned. “You really thought I was confident?”

“Are you kidding? You walked in like you owned the world.”

Y/N’s expression softened. “Truth is, I was terrified. I didn’t know how to talk to people like you — bright, talented, impossibly kind.”

Yooyeon turned to face her fully. “You think I’m kind?”

“I think you glow,” Y/N said, voice dropping to something softer. “Even when you’re exhausted. Especially when you smile like that.”

Yooyeon’s breath caught. “I thought I was too young. Too inexperienced. Too… messy.”

“You’re young,” Y/N said honestly. “But not naive. And you see people in ways most can’t.”

They were closer now — the space between them a thin thread waiting to snap.

Yooyeon leaned forward slightly. “I’m not scared anymore.”

Y/N searched her eyes for a long moment, then reached up and gently brushed a stray hair behind Yooyeon’s ear. Her fingers lingered at her jaw.

“Good,” she whispered.

She leaned in.

The kiss was warm, tentative, and impossibly soft. Like the shared tea. Like all the quiet nights and unsaid words wrapped into one perfect moment.

Yooyeon sighed into it, her hand resting against Y/N’s collarbone. When they finally broke apart, she laughed, breathless. “Xinyu’s going to kill me.”

Y/N grinned. “She’ll get over it. Or she’ll threaten me and then hug me the next second.”

They laughed, the tension dissolving, the room suddenly brighter.

Yooyeon nudged Y/N’s knee with her own. “So… this means I’m your girlfriend now?”

Y/N laughed. “You were always my girl. You just didn’t know it yet.”

And with that, they settled into each other, the night wrapping around them — warm, whole, and finally honest.

—

Since that night — the kiss, the soft confession, the shared laughter on the couch — things between Yooyeon and Y/N shifted in the most natural way. There were no big declarations or dramatic changes. They simply… fit.

Mornings started with Yooyeon curled against Y/N’s side, mumbling about dance drills and sore calves, while Y/N rubbed her back and made quiet jokes about retiring early. They shared one toothbrush (by accident at first), bickered over what to watch during dinner, and did laundry together while slow dancing to old love songs in the living room.

It was domestic in the most comforting way — two people syncing in the quiet intimacy of shared space. Sometimes Yooyeon would steal Y/N’s oversized polos and wear them proudly, sleeves falling over her hands as she made breakfast. Y/N would snap photos of her from behind the mug she sipped, smiling like she’d won the lottery.

One Saturday morning, Yooyeon padded barefoot into the kitchen wearing Y/N’s navy blue polo — the one that fit perfectly around her shoulders and just barely covered the top of her thighs. Her hair was slightly messy, cheeks still pink from sleep, but she was humming softly while buttering toast.

She didn’t hear the sound of keys at the door.

The front door burst open as Xinyu, Jiyeon, Yubin, and Lynn stumbled into the apartment, all laughing and holding bags of takeout and cake. “UNNIIIIEEE, SURPRISE—!”

Their voices cut off in unison.

Yooyeon froze, butter knife in hand, eyes wide.

Four sets of eyes stared at her, then at the telltale polo she was wearing. Then back at her. Then at each other.

Xinyu’s jaw dropped. “… is that my sister’s shirt?”

Yooyeon panicked. “I-I can explain! I woke up early and it was chilly and—”

Before she could finish, Y/N’s sleepy voice called from down the hallway. “jagi~? Why’d you leave the bed—?”

Y/N emerged from the hallway, hair tousled, wearing one of Yooyeon’s shirts and nothing else. Her eyes were still half-lidded from sleep. She walked straight up to Yooyeon, wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

“Mmm. You’re warm,” Y/N mumbled, nuzzling her neck. “Come back to bed.”

Dead silence.

Then:

“WHAT IN THE—?!”

Yooyeon yelped, nearly dropping the toast. “Y/N!”

Y/N blinked and turned, finally noticing the stunned audience in their living room.

Her expression didn’t change. “Oh. Hey girls.”

Xinyu stood frozen. Jiyeon had her hand over her mouth. Lynn looked like she was about to faint. Yubin was grinning like she’d just won a bet.

Xinyu pointed accusingly. “You—You two are—?!”

“Dating?” Y/N supplied calmly. “Yeah.”

Yooyeon added meekly, “For a while now. Sorry we didn’t say anything…”

Yubin smirked. “Honestly? I clocked it the moment Yooyeon started humming in the dressing room every day.”

Lynn squeaked, “YOU’RE LIVING TOGETHER?!”

Y/N gave a lazy grin. “She just never left.”

Yooyeon blushed. “Technically true.”

Xinyu made a strangled noise. “I thought you were roommates!”

“We were,” Y/N said. “Now we’re… soulmates. Roommates with benefits. Emotional support gays. Pick a title.”

Jiyeon finally broke into laughter, clapping her hands. “This is insane. This is so domestic. You’re literally giving ‘already married.’”

Yooyeon reached for Y/N’s hand, intertwining their fingers. “Maybe we are.”

Xinyu threw her hands up. “I’m going back outside to reset the universe. Someone come with me.”

The others burst into laughter, finally relaxing.

Yooyeon turned to Y/N with a smile. “You kissed me in front of them.”

“You looked like you needed saving.”

“I kind of did.”

Y/N pressed another kiss to her temple. “You did great, jagiya~.”

Yooyeon beamed.

The chaos settled into laughter and shared brunch. Xinyu muttered something about “needing a week to process,” but kept sneaking glances at the two of them curled up on the couch — Yooyeon still wearing Y/N’s polo, and Y/N tucking a strawberry into her mouth with an easy kind of love that didn’t need to be explained.

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fudgeez · 3 months ago

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Behind the Spotlight - Jang Wonyoung x Fem Reader

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Synopsis: Wonyoung is the golden girl of K-pop: graceful, elegant, and always under the spotlight. She’s everything the industry wants in a role model—and she feels the pressure of it every day. What no one knows is that behind her perfect smile hides a growing secret: her feelings for Y/N, the bright and bold maknae of ITZY.

The cameras always loved Wonyoung. Tall, elegant, with a smile that could light up stages—she was the industry's darling, the perfect idol. But perfection was exhausting.

Behind the curated Instagram posts and brand deals, she lived in fear. Fear of slipping up, fear of disappointing the millions who saw her as flawless, and most of all… fear of her own heart.

Y/N had never asked for any of that. She was bold, full of life, the type of girl who laughed loudly and danced in practice rooms like no one was watching.

The type who always greeted Wonyoung with a smile, who tried—again and again—to start conversations even when Wonyoung gave her nothing in return.

Wonyoung hated herself for it. For freezing up every time Y/N was near. For pretending she didn’t care when all she wanted was to hold her hand, to ask how her day went, to trace the curve of her lips with her thumb.

But she couldn’t.

Not when every misstep could become a headline. Not when her fans demanded perfection. Not when the world was waiting for her to fall.

So Wonyoung ignored Y/N. Looked past her in award show hallways. Walked the other way when their paths crossed in studios. And eventually, Y/N stopped trying.

She assumed Wonyoung hated her.

The night everything changed, it was raining hard—like the sky itself was mourning.

Y/N was the only one left in their dorm that day. All her unnies had different schedules: some were filming, some had radio shows, others were doing dance practice.

But Y/N? It was her rare day off. And she decided to spend it the way she liked—peacefully, curled up in comfy sweats, a soft blanket around her, a mellow K-drama playing in the background with the volume low. The dorm was quiet, almost too quiet, but she found comfort in the stillness.

Until she heard a knock at the door.

She froze.

For a second, she thought it might’ve been a mistake—or worse, something to be afraid of. Her hand hovered over her phone, ready to call the police, but something—maybe instinct—told her to check first.

She opened the door cautiously…

…and there stood Wonyoung.

Soaked to the bone. One shoe missing. Mascara running down her cheeks. Eyes swollen, red from crying. And completely, utterly heartbroken.

“W-Wonyoung-nim?” Y/N’s voice cracked in shock. She held onto the door for support. “Are you okay? D-Do you want me to call Yeji unnie so she can contact Yujin unnie—?”

“No, please.” Wonyoung cut her off, her voice shaking. “I shouldn’t even be here. But I… I didn’t know where else to go.”

She swayed on her feet, obviously tipsy. Y/N’s worry immediately replaced her shock as she reached out and pulled the trembling girl inside, gently helping her out of her drenched coat.

The silence between them stretched.

Y/N brought her a towel, watching as Wonyoung sat on the couch—her couch—barefoot, damp, clutching the soft fabric like it was the only thing anchoring her.

Y/N stood nearby, hesitant, unsure. “Do you want a cup of warm milk?” she offered softly, her voice trying to stay steady. “I… I know it’s your favorite.”

Their eyes met.

Wonyoung smile slightly.

Y/N’s face turned beet red. “I—uh—I saw it in an interview once. I swear I’m not a stalker!” she stammered, waving her hands defensively.

Wonyoung let out a small laugh through her tears. It was fragile, but it was real.

That laugh broke the tension, even just a little. But the silence returned, heavier now. More loaded.

“I’m sorry,” Wonyoung finally whispered, curling her knees to her chest. “I didn’t mean to ignore you. I just… I couldn’t.”

Y/N sat beside her slowly, careful not to startle her, her heart pounding loud in her ears. “Couldn’t what?” she asked gently.

Wonyoung turned her head slightly, her eyes glassy. “I like you.”

Y/N froze.

Wonyoung’s voice cracked. “So much. But everyone’s always watching me, Y/N. I’m supposed to be the perfect one. The role model. If anyone knew—if they saw us—everything I’ve worked for… could disappear. And I was scared. I still am.”

Y/N stared at her, speechless.

She never expected this. Not from Wonyoung—the girl who always looked through her, never at her. The girl who avoided her at every event. The one who seemed so untouchable.

“You think I haven’t been scared too?” Y/N finally said, her voice soft, pained.

Wonyoung looked up, surprised.

“I tried so many times to talk to you,” Y/N continued. “To smile at you. Just to be near you. But every single time… you pulled away. It hurt.”

Wonyoung blinked, tears spilling once more.

“I thought…” she murmured, “It’d be easier for you to hate me. Than to wonder why I couldn’t be near you.”

Y/N exhaled shakily. She reached out slowly, carefully brushing a damp strand of hair behind Wonyoung’s ear.

“You’re drunk… soaked… and dramatic as hell,” she said with a tiny smile, trying to lighten the mood. “But I don’t hate you.”

Wonyoung’s bottom lip trembled. “You should.”

“But I don’t.”

Then, without thinking—without second-guessing—Y/N leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Wonyoung’s forehead. Gentle. Comforting. A quiet promise.

“I won’t push you Y/n,” she whispered against her skin. “Not anymore. But I’m here… if you want me to be.”

There was a long silence.

And then Wonyoung nodded, slowly, desperately. “I do. I really do.”

She leaned into Y/N, her arms wrapping around her waist, her head burying itself against her shoulder.

Y/N held her close, their bodies fitting together like they were always meant to. And in that embrace, Wonyoung finally let go. Of the weight. The fear. The mask.

For the first time in years of being an idol, she didn’t feel like she had to be perfect.

She could just… be.

The rain hadn’t stopped outside. Thunder rumbled distantly as the warm dorm lights softly lit up the room. Wonyoung was curled beside Y/N on the couch, wrapped in a fresh hoodie that Y/N lent her, hair now dry but still a little messy—her bare feet tucked under her.

They sat in silence for a moment, the kind that wasn’t uncomfortable, just heavy with unsaid things.

“Wony,” Y/N began gently, glancing sideways at her. “Did something happen tonight? Why did you come all the way here, like this?”

Wonyoung’s fingers played with the hem of the hoodie sleeves. “I went to an event earlier. Smiled for hours. Laughed at jokes I didn’t find funny. Pretended like everything was okay.”

Y/N listened, not interrupting.

“And then… I saw a couple on the street on the way home,” Wonyoung continued, voice barely above a whisper.

“Two girls. Holding hands. No one cared. No cameras. No flashing lights. Just them and their happiness. And I thought…” She paused, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I want that. With you.”

Y/N felt her chest tighten at the honesty in Wonyoung’s voice. “You could’ve called me,” she whispered.

“ I don’t have your number, you know i ignored you in the past” Wonyoung pout. “I couldn’t even look at you without shaking. You always looked so calm around me, and I was just—breaking.” Wonyoung added.

Y/N chuckled softly. “Calm? Wonyoung, I almost cried after you ignored me for a whole week during our Inkigayo taping.”

Wonyoung looked at her, wide-eyed. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” Y/N sighed, placing her hand gently on Wonyoung’s. “I thought I did something wrong. I replayed every interaction in my head.”

“I was just trying not to stare at your lips,” Wonyoung blurted out, then immediately slapped a hand over her mouth, cheeks burning.

Y/N burst out laughing, eyes crinkling. “You what?”

“I-I was having a moment!” Wonyoung groaned, burying her face in Y/N’s shoulder.

Y/N smiled, wrapping an arm around her. “You still are.”

The room fell quiet again—the kind of quiet that buzzed with electricity.

Wonyoung lifted her head, her face just inches from Y/N’s. Her eyes were darker now, softer, like she wasn’t afraid anymore. “Can I...?” Wonyoung whispered, her voice trembling.

Y/N shook her head with a small smirk. “Date me first—then you can kiss me.”

Wonyoung instantly gave her the biggest puppy eyes.

Y/N laughed softly and nodded. “Just kidding. You can.”

Wonyoung leaned in slowly, cautiously. Their lips met gently—tentative at first, then melting into something deeper, something they had both waited far too long for. It was soft, hesitant, but full of emotion. When they finally pulled apart, Wonyoung’s eyes glistened again—but this time, not with fear.

“You’re the only place I feel real,” she whispered.

Y/N leaned her forehead against hers. “Then stay. You don’t have to be perfect with me.”

Wonyoung nodded, clinging to her tighter. “I don’t want to go back tonight.”

“You don’t have to,” Y/N whispered. “Stay the night. I’ll hold you ‘til the world makes sense again.”

And she did.

They stayed like that on the couch, limbs tangled, hearts beating in sync. The rain outside softened into a quiet drizzle, and for once, the world outside didn’t matter.

Not the flashing cameras.

Not the pressure.

Not perfection.

Just two girls, wrapped in each other’s warmth—finally choosing themselves, even if it was just for tonight

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Falling Back Into Us

Synopsis: Karina’s guilt over her past mistakes creates a painful distance between her and Y/N.

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Two Weeks Later

The days blurred together for Karina. She spent her time wandering the hallways, her gaze often drifting toward Y/N, who always seemed so far away now. The distance between them was suffocating, and Karina couldn’t bear it.

The weight of her own mistakes pressed on her chest, every glance from Y/N a silent condemnation. She could never get close to her anymore—every time she tried, Y/N would look at her with that cold, piercing glare that made her feel like she didn’t deserve to be near her.

Karina spent sleepless nights, tossing and turning, the quiet sobs shaking her body. She had never imagined that seeing Y/N pull away like this would hurt so much.

The guilt gnawed at her, eating away at her every moment.

She missed her smile, the soft words Y/N would say, and the way Y/N would always be there, steady and calm.

Now, it was as though they were strangers, and Karina wasn’t sure if she could fix it.

Giselle noticed the shift in Karina’s mood and, being the supportive friend she was, tried to cheer her up. “Karina, you need a break. You’re overthinking everything,” she said one day, her voice bright with an idea.

“I’m throwing a party this weekend. You should come. Have some fun. It’ll help you get your mind off things.”

Karina didn’t feel like partying, but Giselle insisted. She couldn’t just let her friend sink into herself like this. And so, Karina found herself at the party, surrounded by music, laughter, and people, but all she could do was stare at the crowd. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Y/N, to the painful memory of seeing her walk away, refusing to look back.

As she scanned the room, her eyes fell on Y/N, talking to someone else. A boy, tall and confident, laughing at something Y/N said. Karina felt a sudden spike of jealousy, the knot in her stomach tightening. She didn’t like seeing Y/N like this, carefree, smiling at someone who wasn’t her. The feeling made her blood boil, but it also hurt, more than she could admit.

Without thinking, Karina grabbed another drink, letting the alcohol burn as it slid down her throat. She wasn’t thinking about the consequences anymore—she just wanted the numbness, the escape from the overwhelming emotions she couldn’t control.

Hours passed, and the alcohol began to cloud her thoughts. She kept an eye on Y/N, watching her from across the room, unable to shake the ache in her chest. When she finally spotted Y/N alone, sitting in a quiet corner, the overwhelming need to fix everything, to make things right, overtook her. The alcohol did little to dull the pain she felt, but it made her move forward.

Karina stumbled over to where Y/N sat, her steps a little unsteady, the alcohol making everything feel heavier than it should.

When she reached her, she didn’t think—she just acted.

Without a second thought, she wrapped her arms around Y/N from behind, pulling her into a tight back hug.

Y/N froze, the suddenness of it catching her off guard. She could feel Karina’s body against hers, the warmth of her skin seeping through the fabric of their clothes. But what struck her most was the wetness on her back. Karina was crying, soft, shuddering sobs that made Y/N’s breath hitch.

“Karina—” Y/N started, her voice shaking slightly, but the words died in her throat when she felt the tremor in Karina’s grip. It was more than just the alcohol. Something was wrong.

“I’m sorry,” Karina mumbled, her voice thick with tears, barely audible as she buried her face against Y/N’s back. The smell of alcohol clung to her breath.

“I never meant to hurt you, Y/N. I didn’t… I didn’t know how to fix it… I just…” She trailed off, her words slurring together as the tears spilled freely.

“I can’t… I can’t do this without you. I—I’m lost without you, okay? I don’t know what to do anymore.” Y/N’s heart twisted painfully in her chest, her arms still at her sides, unsure of what to do.

The anger, the hurt, the bitter memories of the last two weeks—all of it was still there, simmering beneath the surface.

But when Karina’s body trembled against her, when the weight of her vulnerability crushed down on Y/N, it was impossible to keep the walls up.

Y/N slowly turned, her hand instinctively reaching for Karina’s, pulling her into a more secure embrace. “Karina…” she whispered, her voice tinged with confusion, hurt, and a softness that she couldn’t quite hide.

But before Karina could say anything more, she tightened her arms around Y/N even more, as though she were afraid that if she let go, she would lose her forever. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” Karina’s voice trembled, muffled against the back of Y/N’s neck. “I didn’t mean to hurt you… I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just—I don’t know what happened to me. I pushed Justin away, I swear. I didn’t want to—”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as the words seemed to tumble out, but before Karina could finish her sentence, something inside Y/N snapped. The hurt she’d been holding onto for so long, the pain of seeing Karina with Justin, faded away for a moment.

Without thinking, Y/N wrapped her arms around Karina, pulling her into a fierce hug, her heart pounding against her chest. She felt Karina stiffen for a moment in surprise, but then Karina’s arms softened, clutching Y/N as though she were a lifeline.

“I’m sorry, Karina,” Y/N murmured, her voice barely audible. “I was so angry. I didn’t know what to think, what to feel. But I don’t want you to cry, not like this.”

Karina’s face buried deeper into Y/N’s shoulder as she sobbed quietly, her words still coming out in a jumbled mess. “I don’t know how to fix this… I don’t know how to make it right.” She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching Y/N’s for some kind of understanding. “I messed up, Y/N”

Y/N’s heart ached at the vulnerability in Karina’s eyes. She wanted to pull away, to protect herself from the pain, but she couldn’t. Not when Karina was so raw, so broken in her arms.

Y/N’s hands gently cupped Karina’s face, forcing her to look at her. There was so much pain in those eyes, so much regret. Y/N’s mind swirled with questions, with thoughts of how to make sense of everything. But when she saw the tears, saw the sincerity, all of that melted away.

“I understand,” Y/N said softly, her voice steady and calm. The words hit Karina like a wave, and she broke down even harder, her sobs wracking her body as she buried her face in Y/N’s shoulder once more.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Karina whispered through her tears. “I swear I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Y/N sighed, brushing Karina’s hair gently, trying to calm her down. “I know,” she said, her voice filled with a tenderness that seemed to be the only thing holding them both together in that moment. “I just... I need time to process everything. But right now, I don’t want you to be like this. I don’t want you to be sad. You’ve got to stop torturing yourself.”

Karina nodded, her face still hidden in Y/N’s neck as she clung to her. “I’ll do whatever it takes, Y/N. I’ll fix this. I swear I will.”

Y/N didn’t respond right away. She just held her, letting the moment stretch on. Finally, after a long pause, she whispered softly, “Don’t cry, Karina. I’ll be here. You’re not alone in this. We’ll figure it out.”

Karina’s tears slowly stopped, but her grip on Y/N didn’t loosen. For the first time in weeks, she felt like she wasn’t completely alone. Maybe, just maybe, there was hope for them after all.

The Next Morning

Karina’s eyes fluttered open, a dull headache pounding behind her temples. The room she was in was unfamiliar, the sunlight filtering through the curtains casting soft beams across the floor. She blinked, trying to gather her bearings, but everything felt a little disoriented. It took a few moments for her to realize that she wasn’t in her own bed—she wasn’t even in her own house.

A gentle, warm presence beside her caused Karina’s heart to race. She turned her head slowly, her breath catching in her throat when she saw Y/N lying next to her, still asleep, her chest rising and falling steadily.

Karina froze for a moment, her mind reeling.

How had they ended up here?

What had happened last night?

Panic surged within Karina as she tried to remember the events of the previous night, but everything was a blur. She reached up, her fingers brushing against her temple in an attempt to soothe the headache, her heart beginning to race with anxiety. But then she felt it—Y/N’s arms around her, holding her as if she were the only thing that mattered in the world.

Slowly, Karina shifted, trying not to disturb Y/N’s peaceful slumber. Her gaze dropped to the two of them, the memory of their embrace last night surfacing in fragments—her apologies, Y/N’s quiet understanding. And then, Karina’s breath caught as a thought crossed her mind.

What if something happened between us?

Her gaze flicked down to their bodies, and a sigh of relief escaped her lips when she realized they were both still fully clothed. The tension in her chest eased slightly, but it didn’t stop the questions swirling in her mind. She wanted to remember what had happened, but she couldn’t piece it all together. The last thing she remembered was her tears, her apologies, and Y/N’s comforting words. But after that? Everything was a haze.

Y/N stirred beside her, a soft groan escaping her lips as she slowly woke up. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking against the morning light before focusing on Karina’s face. For a moment, neither of them said anything—just stared at each other, the weight of the night before hanging in the air between them.

“Good Morning...” Y/N whispered, her voice low and hoarse, as if she had just woken up from a long, deep sleep. “Are you okay?”

Karina’s heart thudded in her chest at the sound of Y/N’s voice, so gentle, so caring. She nodded slowly, her throat tight with emotion. “I… I think so,” she said, her voice shaky, unsure of what to say next. “I’m sorry about last night. I don’t even know how we ended up here…”

Y/N gave her a small smile, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. “You were upset, Karina,” she said softly. “You needed comfort, and I—well, I couldn’t just leave you like that.” Her eyes softened, and she reached out, gently cupping Karina’s cheek. “But we’re fine. Nothing happened, okay? We’re both still here, and we’re both okay.”

Karina let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. The tension in her shoulders loosened, though the guilt and the weight of her emotions still lingered.

“I’m glad,” Karina whispered, her voice small. “I don’t want to mess this up, Y/N. I just… I’ve been so lost, and I didn’t know how to fix it.”

Y/N shook her head, her expression tender but serious. “You don’t have to fix everything, Karina,” she said gently. “I know you’re sorry. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. But you can’t keep carrying this weight by yourself. You don’t have to do it alone.”

Karina looked at Y/N, the sincerity in her eyes slowly starting to sink in. She felt the walls she had built around herself starting to crumble, piece by piece. The fear, the uncertainty, the guilt—it was still there, but it wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been before. Y/N’s words were like a lifeline, pulling her back from the edge.

“I don’t want to lose you, Y/N,” Karina said, her voice trembling with vulnerability.

Y/N smiled softly, her hand still resting against Karina’s cheek. “You won’t lose me, Karina. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Karina closed her eyes, a single tear slipping down her cheek, but this time, it wasn’t a tear of sorrow. It was a tear of relief, of hope. She had messed up, but Y/N was still here. Maybe there was a chance for them after all.

The silence between them stretched for a moment, but it wasn’t awkward. It was filled with understanding, with the unspoken realization that they were both ready to face whatever came next, together.

“Let’s talk about it,” Y/N said quietly, breaking the silence. “We need to figure things out. But we’ll do it together, okay?”

Karina nodded, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Yeah,” she whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Together.”

And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Karina felt like maybe—just maybe—everything would be okay.

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The Distance Between Us

Synopsis: Karina and Y/N start to bond after Karina joins Y/N's study group, but when Y/N catches Karina kissing her ex, trust is broken.

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Karina caught Y/N just as she was leaving class, slinging her bag over her shoulder and walking down the hall with her usual quiet stride.

“Hey, Y/N!” Karina jogged a few steps to catch up, smiling—not smug this time, but genuinely hopeful.

Y/N looked over, a bit wary. “You’re persistent.”

Karina shrugged. “You’re worth it.”

That earned her a blink.

A small reaction, but hey—progress.

“I was wondering,” Karina continued, “if you’d wanna grab coffee or something? Like...a date?” She rubbed the back of her neck. “You can even bring a book to read so I don’t talk too much.”

Y/N looked...surprised. “Tonight?”

Karina nodded, heart pounding. “Yeah. I mean, unless you’re busy—”

“I have group study,” Y/N said plainly. “Book club stuff. Midterms next week.”

“Oh.” Karina tried not to look crushed. “Right. Okay. Cool. That’s important.”

Y/N turned, about to walk away, when Karina blurted out, “What if I come with you?”

Y/N paused mid-step. “To book club?”

“Yeah,” Karina said, pretending she didn’t immediately regret the words. “I’ll prove I’m serious. I can sit quietly and act studious. Promise.”

Y/N stared at her for a long moment, clearly doubting everything about this idea. But then, to Karina’s surprise, she said, “Fine. It’s in the library. Reading room C.”

Later That Evening

The study group was already gathered around the table when Karina strolled in behind Y/N. Every head turned. Silence fell.

Sana, one of the members, whispered to another, “Why is her here? Did she lose a bet?”

Suno, a boy with thick glasses and a poetry obsession, leaned toward Y/N. “Do we need security?”

Y/N cleared her throat and gestured to Karina, who was hovering awkwardly near the whiteboard like a foreign exchange student dropped into a calculus exam.

“She’s here to join us,” Y/N said. “To study. Seriously.”

The group blinked at her. Slowly.

“…She’s not here to set fire to our notebooks?” Minji asked.

Karina gave her a thumbs up. “No arson today. I’m here for knowledge and personal growth.”

Yujin snorted. “That’s rich coming from someone who once called us the ‘library cult.��”

Karina winced. “Okay, in my defense, I thought it was funny. I didn’t realize you guys took it seriously.”

“We don’t,” Y/N cut in before someone could escalate. “She’s trying. Just… let her.”

A tense pause.

“…Fine,” Minji muttered, flipping a page in her book. “But if she starts a sentence with ‘I don’t really read but—’, I’m out.”

Karina opened her mouth, then shut it again.

The group went quiet, awkward shuffling and flipping pages filling the room.

Karina leaned toward Y/N, whispering, “Is it always this silent? It’s like a funeral for fun.”

Y/N smirked, eyes on her notes. “This is fun. Welcome to nerd cult.”

Karina exhaled dramatically, then whispered back, “You owe me date for this.”

Two Weeks Later

The rooftop had become their unwritten sanctuary. Karina, usually so composed, was now sprawled out lazily, her ponytail a messy knot as she attempted to study, but the papers were more of a chaotic jumble than anything else.

A half-empty iced coffee sat beside her, evidence of her attempts to power through the day.

Y/N, ever the calm and collected one, sat across from her, methodically highlighting a textbook with precision.

Every now and then, her gaze would drift to Karina, who groaned quietly. “You’ve been groaning for ten minutes straight,” Y/N said with a smirk.

“Do you want attention or help?”

Karina peeked her eyes out from under her arm, a tired smile tugging at her lips. “Both. Definitely both.”

Y/N snorted and shifted closer, squinting at Karina’s notes. “You missed three steps in this equation,” she remarked dryly.

Karina let out a dramatic sigh, clearly overwhelmed. “I’ve skipped life today. Tests next week, cheer practice is insane, and Giselle thinks memes count as citations. I’m literally dying.”

“You’re not dying, Karina,” Y/N replied, gently nudging her knee. “You’re just dramatic.”

Karina turned her head, her eyes soft and a little vulnerable. “I’m not used to anyone caring this much when I burn out.”

Y/N blinked in surprise. “Well, get used to it,” she said softly.

Karina’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “Okay.”

Karina had been unusually distant for the past two days.

Her usual flirty texts had become one-word answers, and she had even skipped lunch on more than one occasion. The absence of their usual rooftop hangouts made Y/N worried.

Something was off.

Determined to cheer Karina up, Y/N decided to surprise her with something small, yet thoughtful. She grabbed Karina’s favorite drink, a stress ball shaped like a screaming cat (Karina’s favorite stress reliever), and wrote a quick note:

“You don’t have to be perfect all the time. –Y/N”

Y/N wandered through the hallways, eyes scanning for Karina. She turned the corner near the theater room and froze.

There, standing a little too close, were Karina and Justin—her ex.

Her heart skipped a beat as she saw them talking, casually laughing.

But then, something in the way their hands brushed caused a pang of discomfort in Y/N’s chest.

And then…

Justin kissed her.

It wasn’t long, but it was enough. The familiar motion of Karina not pulling away quick enough made Y/N’s breath hitch.

Y/N’s hand trembled as she watched, her stomach dropping, and her heart shattering. Her grip on the drink loosened and it slipped from her hand, the sound of it hitting the floor breaking through her haze.

Karina pushed Justin away only a second too late.

“What the fuck!,” Karina snapped, stepping back. Y/N didn’t stay to hear more.

She turned, the shock and hurt too much to bear, and walked away briskly. She didn’t look back, though her chest felt tight, and she could hear Karina’s voice calling after her.

Y/N kept walking, each step growing more frantic as her heart raced.

The sound of Karina's voice calling after her felt like a weight, but she couldn’t stop herself.

Her mind was a mess, the scene replaying over and over again: Karina, the kiss, Justin.

The way Karina didn’t pull away fast enough.

She didn’t know why it hurt so much—it wasn’t like they were a couple, and it wasn’t like Karina owed her anything. But the sting of seeing her with someone else, like that... it felt like a slap to the face.

"Y/N!" Karina’s voice grew louder, and it pushed her faster, urging her to put distance between them.

But Karina’s long legs caught up to her, and before Y/N could process it, Karina grabbed her wrist, spinning her around roughly.

“Stop! What the hell is wrong with you?” Karina’s voice was a mix of frustration and something else—something Y/N couldn’t quite place.

Y/N flinched, pulling her wrist out of Karina’s grip. “Don’t touch me,” she snapped, her voice shaking with emotion.

“You don’t get to just—” She couldn’t finish her sentence, her chest tightening as the words clogged up in her throat. "You don’t get to kiss him and then act like everything's fine."

Karina stared at her, wide-eyed, the anger in her gaze replaced by confusion. “It wasn’t like that, Y/N—”

“I saw it, Karina,” Y/N interrupted, her voice breaking. “I saw it. Don’t tell me it wasn’t like that.” She stepped back, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. “I’m not stupid.”

“No, I—” Karina started to reach for her again, but Y/N took another step back, shaking her head.

“Please,” Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t. Just don’t touch me.”

Karina’s expression faltered, the softness in her eyes coming back, but this time, it didn’t comfort Y/N. It only made the pain worse. She could see that Karina was genuinely trying to explain, but Y/N wasn’t sure she was ready to hear it.

"Y/N, I’m sorry—" Karina began again, but Y/N cut her off, her chest tight with emotion.

“Don’t apologize. Just… just don’t." Y/N’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she refused to let them fall. "You don’t get it. It hurt. Seeing you like that. It hurt more than I can explain."

Karina’s face softened, her hand hovering in the air like she wanted to reach out, but she paused. Her breath was shaky, and Y/N could see the conflict in her eyes.

“I didn’t mean for it to hurt you,” Karina said quietly. "I didn’t think you'd—"

"Well, now you know." Y/N took another step back, her breath shallow.

“I need space. I need to figure things out. Please don’t follow me."

Karina opened her mouth to say something else, but Y/N shook her head firmly and turned away, walking briskly down the hallway, her heart pounding, each step carrying her farther from the girl she had grown to care for.

The quiet, painful distance between them grew with every step, and the sting of betrayal gnawed at her, sharp and unrelenting.

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Messy Hearts

Synopsis: Karina, the popular girl, finds herself struggling with her feelings for Y/N, a quiet, bookish girl she’s always ignored. After a tense encounter, Karina realizes her usual teasing won't win Y/N over and tries to be honest for the first time.

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The cafeteria buzzed with chatter and laughter, but Karina could only hear one voice—the one that made her blood boil.

Across the room, Y/N sat at a table, laughing at something someone else said. Her eyes crinkled, her shoulders shaking slightly, completely at ease. Like nothing had changed. Like that night hadn’t happened.

Karina gritted her teeth, her grip tightening around her untouched soda can. How could Y/N be so casual? After everything that went down at the party—the whispered confessions, the way Karina had let her guard down for the first time—how could she just pretend it was nothing?

That night had meant something. The way Y/N had looked at her, the way Karina had felt—raw, exposed, terrified—it wasn’t just some drunken mistake. She knew Y/N had felt it too. So why was she acting like Karina was just another face in the crowd?

Karina’s nails dug into her palm as she watched Y/N lean in, smiling at someone else. Was that supposed to be her?

A sharp pang of jealousy flared in her chest, hot and suffocating. She was Karina, the queen bee, the girl everyone wanted but no one could have. Y/N was the nerd, the one she had spent years mocking, dismissing. But now? Now Karina was the one being ignored, and she hated it.

No. Y/N doesn’t get to act like they’re strangers now. Like Karina hadn’t spent the past week replaying that night in her head, trying to understand what it meant.

"Karina? Are you even listening?"

Karina snapped out of her thoughts, startled as Giselle called her name. Blinking, she turned to her friend, who was looking at her with confusion.

"What?" she asked, feigning indifference, through her eyes remained glued to Y/N’s table.

"I was asking if you’re coming to the mall later?" Giselle repeated, raising a brow.

But Karina wasn’t listening. Her gaze sharpened, her stomach twisting as she watched the girl sitting beside Y/N reach out and touch her neck.

Something in Karina snapped.

She pushed away from her table, her heart pounding.

"Karina, where are you going?" Giselle called after her.

But Karina ignored her. Before she even realized it, she was already standing in front of Y/N’s table, arms crossed, her presence casting a shadow over them.

Y/N’s laughter died instantly, her expression shifting into something unreadable. "Karina?" she asked cautiously.

Karina’s lips curled into a smirk, but her eyes were cold. "Didn’t know you moved on so quickly, nerd," she said, voice dripping with something dangerously close to venom.

Y/N stiffened, her jaw clenching. "What are you talking about?"

Karina’s gaze flickered to the girl beside Y/N—the one who had the audacity to touch her. The girl stared back, confused but wary.

"Oh, don’t play dumb," Karina continued, stepping closer, leaning in just enough for only Y/N to hear. "You know exactly what I’m talking about."

Y/N swallowed hard, but before she could respond, the other girl spoke up. "Uh, is there a problem here?"

Karina let out a bitter chuckle, flicking her gaze at her before turning back to Y/N. "No problem at all. Just wondering how some people can pretend like nothing ever happened."

Y/N exhaled sharply, frustration flashing in her eyes. "Not here, Karina."

Karina tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Why not? Afraid someone might hear what we did at that party?"

Y/N shot up from her seat, grabbing Karina’s wrist and pulling her away from the table. "Enough.

Karina yanked her wrist free but didn’t move away. She could see the way Y/N was breathing harder now, the way she looked at her—not with anger, not with annoyance, but something else. Something that made Karina’s stomach flip.

Y/N held her gaze, her voice quieter now. "Why are you doing this?"

Karina stared at her, jaw tight. "Have you forgotten that night? The night we claimed each other?"

Y/N’s breath hitched.

Karina smirked, stepping closer, her voice low and teasing. "Because I haven't forgotten."

Her gaze flickered to Y/N’s lips for just a second before meeting her eyes again—challenging, daring her to deny it. The air between them felt charged, heavy with unspoken words and lingering tension.

Y/N inhaled sharply, fists clenching at her sides. "Karina—"

But Karina wasn’t done. She leaned in, just close enough that only Y/N could hear. "Tell me, nerd… when you close your eyes at night, do you really not think about it? About me?"

Y/N let out a bitter scoff, shaking her head. "Cut that bullshit, Karina." Her voice was sharp, her frustration evident. "We both know you’re just toying with me because I’m just a nerd who you think runs a book club or something."

Karina’s smirk froze.

Before she could even process Y/N’s words, Y/N had already turned away, walking off without a second glance.

For the first time in a long time, Karina was left speechless.

She stood there, watching Y/N’s retreating figure, her mind racing. Her heart pounded—not with anger, not with frustration, but with something she couldn’t name.

She should’ve stopped her. She should’ve said something. But all she could do was clench her fists, swallowing back the words that suddenly felt too real, too heavy to say out loud.

The next morning

Karina spotted Y/N from across the hallway. The moment she turned the corner, Karina stood up straighter, adjusted her jacket, and casually leaned against Y/N’s locker like she wasn’t timing this to the exact second.

Y/N walked with her usual focus—headphones in, eyes lowered, avoiding eye contact with the world. Her hoodie sleeves were tugged over her hands, and a thick paperback was tucked under her arm.

God, she’s cute, Karina thought. And then she said, out loud, “Hey, nerd.”

Y/N didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Didn’t even acknowledge her existence.

Undeterred, Karina tilted her head. “Come on, don’t be like that. I waited here for like... five minutes. I could’ve been napping.”

Y/N silently typed in the combination to her locker. The door swung open with a clunk.

Karina stepped closer, lowering her voice like she was trying to sound cool. “Still mad about yesterday? Okay, technically I flirted with you in a kind of... mildly insulting way. But you didn’t have to just walk away like that.”

Y/N pulled out a spiral notebook. Nothing.

“Y/N,” Karina said again, this time a bit softer.

Still ignored.

Karina frowned. “Okay, ghosting me in real life? That’s cold. I thought nerds were supposed to be empathetic or whatever.”

Y/N shut her locker with a quiet click, gave her one bored glance—barely a second—and walked right past her like she was furniture.

Karina stood there, blinking. “Cool. Cool cool cool. This is fine.”

Later on their house

Karina dropped dramatically onto the couch beside Ningning and Giselle, looking like someone who had just come back from emotional war.

“She’s ignoring me,” she declared, covering her face with a pillow.

Giselle glanced over her copy of the school newspaper. “Y/N?”

Karina groaned into the pillow. “Yes. She won’t talk to me. She won’t look at me. I said hi, I called her nerd, I leaned on her locker—”

“That’s not flirting, babe. That’s bullying with heart eyes,” Ningning deadpanned, sipping her iced coffee.

Karina peeked over the pillow. “It’s my version of flirting.”

Giselle laughed. “That’s your problem. You’re trying to flirt with a socially anxious bookworm like she’s a popular boy in a teen drama.”

“She likes quiet! She likes calm!” Ningning added. “Meanwhile you’re out here showing up with main character energy and tossing nicknames like you’re at a pep rally.”

Karina groaned louder. “I don’t know how to flirt subtly. She makes me nervous. Every time I try, she gives me this unreadable look like she’s decoding my soul.”

Giselle grinned. “She probably is. She’s like the human version of a plot twist.”

Karina tossed the pillow across the room. “I like her, okay? I like her, and it’s driving me insane. Her voice is soft, she always smells like vanilla, and the other day she laughed under her breath at one of my jokes, and it was like… angels were singing.”

Ningning blinked. “You’re not just down bad. You’re six feet under and begging for a shovel.”

Karina slumped. “And I think I ruined it. She looked at me today like I was beneath her. Like I was noise.”

“She’s probably just protecting herself,” Ningning said, gentler now. “She’s not used to people like you giving her attention. You’re unpredictable to her.”

“Then how do I fix it?” Karina asked helplessly.

Giselle leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “You stop performing and start being honest. Try something radical. Like a real conversation.”

Karina blinked. “You mean like… talk to her? Without teasing?”

“Yes, you golden retriever idiot,” Ningning said fondly. “Tell her how you feel. No smirks. No riddles. Just Karina.”

Karina stared off into the distance.

"...That sounds terrifying."

“Good,” Giselle said. “Means it might actually work.”

The Next Day – Courtyard During Lunch Break

Karina paced back and forth like a malfunctioning robot, rehearsing lines under her breath while Ningning and Giselle sat on a bench nearby, already dreading whatever was about to happen.

"Okay, okay, I’ve got it," Karina muttered. "I walk up, I say ‘Hey, Y/N… I wanted to apologize for the other day.’ Simple. Chill. Human."

“You’ve said that five times already,” Ningning said, taking a loud bite of her sandwich. “And each time you sound like a robot learning empathy.”

Karina ignored her. “I can do this. I am this. I am emotionally mature.”

Giselle snorted. “Sure. Let’s go with that.”

At that moment, Y/N walked out of the library doors, heading toward the vending machine. Hoodie still up. Headphones still on.

Karina nearly tripped on her own feet trying to intercept her.

"Y/N!" she called, waving awkwardly. Too fast. Way too fast.

Y/N paused, eyeing her like one might eye a pigeon that’s gotten too bold. She slowly removed one earbud. "...What?"

Karina blinked. Everything she rehearsed flew out of her head. “Hey… um… I just—I noticed you didn’t get a snack? Or, uh, maybe you did. Or maybe you don’t like vending machines. Or maybe—”

Ningning, watching from a distance, facepalmed so hard it echoed. “Oh my God.”

Karina coughed. “I mean—what I meant to say is—I wanted to talk. No games. No teasing.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Right.”

Karina panicked. "Also—do you… like books? Obviously, you like books, I just—uh—I like books too! Sometimes. Not often. I read once."

Ningning slumped on the bench. “We lost her.”

Y/N’s expression shifted. That cool indifference hardened into something else—guarded. Distant.

"You think this is funny?" she asked quietly. "Is this just another joke to you?"

Karina blinked, stunned. "What? No—"

"Because if you’re here to mock me again, save it." Y/N turned to walk away.

Karina reached out, stopping just short of touching her. "Wait—Y/N, I swear I’m not. Can we just... talk? Somewhere else?"

Later – School Rooftop

Y/N stood by the railing, arms crossed. The city stretched out below them, and the wind tugged gently at her hair. Karina stood a few feet away, suddenly less confident without an audience.

“I’m here,” Y/N said, tone flat. “Say what you need to say.”

Karina hesitated. Then she took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. For everything. For teasing you, for making it seem like I was messing around. I wasn’t.”

Y/N didn’t look at her. “You flirted like it was a joke. You called me names. You acted like I was some weird novelty. Why would I think you were being serious?”

Karina took a step closer. “Because it wasn’t a joke to me. It’s just… I’m used to people expecting a certain version of me. Loud. Confident. Sarcastic. But with you…” She trailed off, then added more softly, “You don’t play along. You see through the act.”

Y/N finally turned to her. Her eyes were sharp, unreadable. “So what do you want from me now?”

Karina shrugged, voice quieter. “A chance to start over. As me. The awkward, flailing mess you saw at the vending machine. Not the version who calls you ‘nerd’ to hide how nervous she is.”

Y/N looked at her for a long moment. Then—finally—she let out a soft exhale, somewhere between amused and exasperated.

“You really are a mess,” she muttered.

Karina smiled sheepishly. “A cute mess?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. But her lips twitched.

“Debatable.”

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Marked by love - poly! Ningselle x Reader

Synopsis: In a fiery polyamorous romance with idols Ningning and Giselle, love turns possessive, teasing becomes a game, and every mark on your skin tells a story of passion, jealousy, and unapologetic devotion.

Morning Marks

You wake up feeling warm, surrounded, claimed.

Ningning’s arms are wrapped possessively around your waist, her breath steady against the back of your neck. Giselle is on the other side, legs tangled with yours, her fingers absentmindedly tracing over your bare shoulder.

You shift slightly, only for Ningning to tighten her grip, pulling you closer. "Where do you think you’re going?"she mumbles sleepily, voice raspy.

Giselle chuckles, eyes flickering open as she leans in, her lips pressing against the fresh bruise on your collarbone.

"No one's leaving this bed until we’re done admiring our work."

You blink in confusion before realization sinks in.

Your reflection in the mirror across the room shows the evidence of last night—deep purples and reds adorning your skin like a masterpiece.

Ningning smirks, lazily running her fingers over the hickeys. "Yeah… definitely not letting you cover those today."

The Game of Teasing

You’re getting ready for practice, tying your hair up, when you catch Giselle grinning at you through the mirror.

"You know," she muses, leaning against the doorway, "it’s really unfair how good you look in that jersey."

Before you can respond, Ningning joins in, smirking. "Yeah… especially with that little reminder we left on your neck."

You freeze, eyes widening.

"What? Again?"

Giselle catches your wrist, pulling you toward her. She tilts your head, exposing the obvious mark just beneath your jawline.

"Oops," she feigns innocence, while Ningning laughs.

"Good luck explaining that to your teammates, baby."

You groan, but before you can grab giselle's hoodie to cover it, Ningning snatches it away.

"Nah, let them see."

The Revenge Marks

You weren’t planning on getting back at them.

But after spending all day being teased about the hickeys they left on you, you decide it’s your turn.

That night, you take your time.

Your lips leave marks along Giselle’s shoulder, your fingers dig into Ningning’s waist, your mouth trails along their skin until their soft gasps fill the air.

By morning, they’re the ones avoiding mirrors.

"You’re evil," Giselle whines, looking at her reflection.

Ningning groans, hiding her face in your neck. "I hate that I love you so much."

You smirk. "Oh? I thought you guys liked showing off."

The Jealousy Incident

You’re used to the weird shipping wars between fans. Being Jeno’s cousin and Ningselle’s girlfriend , people either think you and Jeno are siblings or they ship him with Giselle.

You don’t care but Ningning definitely does.

When a fan account posts a viral edit of Jeno and Giselle,

Ningning seethes. "They’re so fucking delusional," she mutters, scrolling through the comments.

Giselle rolls her eyes. "You know it’s just fanfiction, right?"

Ningning scoffs, pulling you into her lap.

"Then why don’t they write about her being with us instead?" she huffs, tilting your head and biting down on your neck—hard.

Giselle grins, catching on immediately. She moves closer, pressing a kiss to the other side of your neck, her teeth grazing the skin.

"You know, babe," she murmurs, "I think we should give them something else to talk about."

And just like that, Ningning pulls out her phone, snapping a picture of you trapped between them, your hickeys on full display.

She posts it.

No caption. No context. Just a warning.

The internet loses its mind.

The Red Carpet

You arrive at an industry event looking stunning, wearing a sleek, off-shoulder dress.

Ningning and Giselle are right beside you, but you don’t realize their problem—until you spot their darkened expressions.

You follow their gazes and see it other idols staring at you.

Admiring.

Wanting.

Before you can even react, Ningning is suddenly beside you, her fingers grazing your exposed shoulder.

"Didn’t we say you belong to us?" she whispers, low and dangerous.

Giselle leans in from the other side, her lips ghosting over your ear. "I think they need a reminder."

And just like that, before you can stop them, both of them press their lips to either side of your neck.

Claiming you in front of everyone.

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Lost in Love, Found Again - Park Jihyo x Fem Reader

warnings: angst

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The café is too quiet, the soft hum of background music and the clinking of cups feel cruelly normal when your world is about to be shattered.

Jihyo sits across from you, hands wrapped around her coffee cup like it’s the only thing keeping her steady. Her eyes are distant, lost somewhere far away—maybe in the life she lives outside of this small moment with you.

You already know what’s coming.

"Jihyo…?" Your voice is softer than you intended.

She exhales, looking down. "I think… we need to stop this."

A lump forms in your throat. "Stop what?"

"Us."

There it is. The words that slice through you.

"Why?" you manage to ask, gripping the edge of the table. "Is it because of the fans? The company? I told you, I don’t care—"

"But I do!" she cuts you off, frustration flashing in her eyes. "Do you know what it’s like? Having to lie about loving someone? Having to smile on stage while reporters dig into my private life, while fans speculate and send hate?"

Your stomach twists. "But you do love me, right?"

Her lips part, but she doesn’t answer right away.

And that hesitation… it destroys you.

"Jihyo," your voice cracks, "please. I can handle it. We can handle it."

She shuts her eyes tightly, shaking her head. "No, Y/N. I can’t keep doing this to you. I can’t be the girlfriend who always cancels, who’s never there when you need me, who makes you feel like you’re waiting for something that will never come."

Your fingers tremble under the table. "So, what? That’s it? You’re just… leaving?"

Her jaw clenches, but she doesn’t meet your eyes. "It’s better this way."

"For who?"

Silence.

Then, she stands up.

"Goodbye, Y/N."

And just like that, she walks away, leaving behind a cup of untouched coffee, a broken heart, and a love story that never got its happy ending.

The days turn into weeks.

The weeks into months.

And somehow, you survive.

But it doesn’t mean it stops hurting.

Scrolling through your phone, you see her face everywhere. Jihyo on stage, her smile shining like she never once fell apart over you.

Jihyo in interviews, laughing, answering questions about her new projects, her future, her success.

Like you never existed.

Your friends invite you out, tell you to move on, to live your life. But it’s hard when every song, every headline, every stolen moment reminds you of the way she used to look at you.

Then one night, your phone buzzes.

A message from an unknown number.

But you know who it is.

"Happy birthday. I hope you’re doing okay."

You stare at the screen. Your fingers hover over the keyboard. But what’s the point?

She walked away.

You don’t owe her a reply.

And so, for the first time, you make yourself let go.

You delete the message.

A year later, you think you’ve finally moved on.

Then, fate decides to play a cruel trick on you.

It happens in a quiet coffee shop, the kind of place where you can almost pretend your past doesn’t exist. You’re sipping on your drink, lost in your thoughts, when a familiar voice cuts through the air.

"Y/N?"

Your fingers tighten around your cup.

You turn—and there she is.

Jihyo.

She looks different. Her hair is longer, her presence more polished, refined. But the moment her eyes meet yours, all that fame and perfection melts away.

She just looks… nervous.

"It’s been a while," she says hesitantly, sitting down across from you like she used to. Like nothing’s changed.

But everything has.

"Yeah," you say, voice unreadable. "It has."

She looks at you like she wants to say a thousand things. Instead, she only manages one.

"I missed you."

The words hit you like a slow, aching bruise. You glance at the clock on the wall, wondering how much longer you have to endure this before you can leave.

"Why are you here, Jihyo?"

She swallows hard. "Because I made a mistake."

"I thought I was doing the right thing," Jihyo says, her hands trembling slightly as she speaks. "I thought leaving you would protect you from the pain of being with someone like me… but all I did was hurt you more."*

You stay silent.

She exhales shakily. "I was wrong, Y/N. About everything."

Your throat tightens. "Why are you telling me this now?"

Her eyes glisten with something heavy. "Because I never stopped loving you."

The words hang between you, fragile and dangerous.

You take a deep breath, the weight of her confession pressing down on your chest.

"Jihyo…"

Your phone vibrates in your pocket.

You glance at the screen.

It’s a message from Sana.

And suddenly, for the first time, you see it clearly.

Jihyo is your past.

But Sana…

Sana is waiting for you.

That night, you meet Sana for dinner.

She notices your silence, the way your fingers linger too long on your glass. "What’s wrong?" she asks, concern evident in her voice.

You hesitate, then sigh. "I ran into Jihyo today."

Sana blinks, setting down her fork. "And?"

"She…" You swallow. "She regrets leaving. She said she never stopped loving me."

For a moment, Sana is quiet. Then, she nods slowly, processing your words. "And what about you?" she asks softly. "Do you still love her?"

You stare at the flickering candle between you.

Do you?

Or were you just holding onto a ghost?

You look at Sana—the way she’s always looked at you. Patient. Kind. Constant.

Jihyo once loved you in secret.

But Sana?

She loves you freely.

You exhale, reaching across the table to take Sana’s hand in yours.

"No," you whisper. "I don’t."

Sana’s eyes widen slightly before she smiles, her fingers tightening around yours. "Then let’s go home."

And for the first time since Jihyo left…

You’re finally ready to.

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The One That Got Away - Mina x Fem Reader

Synposis: You and Mina were inseparable during your trainee days—two dreamers chasing the same impossible goal. Late-night practices, stolen moments of comfort, and whispered dreams of debuting together filled your youth.

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But fate had other plans. Mina debuted with TWICE, and you, despite all your efforts, were left behind. Years later, you finally made your own debut—this time as a soloist.

The world saw you as rivals, but behind closed doors, the feelings you once had for each other never truly faded.

Now, as you both stand on the same stage once again, will you remain as unfinished history, or will you finally give in to the love that never had a chance to bloom?

The practice room smelled of sweat and exhaustion, the wooden floors slick beneath your worn-out sneakers. You glanced at the clock—3 AM. Mina was still practicing, her brows furrowed in frustration as she repeated the same dance move over and over.

“You’re overthinking again,” you said, tossing her a bottle of water.

Mina sighed but accepted the drink, taking a small sip before leaning against the mirror. “JYP’s been watching me closely. I can’t afford to mess up.”

You sat beside her, nudging her shoulder. “You’re already incredible, Mitang. You don’t have to prove anything.”

She turned her head to look at you, her expression softening. “I wish we could debut together.”

You smiled, ignoring the painful clench in your chest. “Yeah… me too.”

But not every wish comes true.

A few months later, you watched from the sidelines as Mina was announced as part of TWICE.

The cheers, the confetti, the bright future ahead of her—it was all hers now.

And you? You were left behind, still a trainee, still waiting for your turn.

She tried to stay in touch. Late-night calls, comforting messages, stolen moments whenever she had time. But distance, schedules, and unspoken words created an invisible wall between you. Eventually, the calls stopped. The messages became less frequent.

And just like that, Mina became a star you could only admire from afar.

Years later…

Your name shined just as brightly now. The industry no longer saw you as

"The trainee who never debuted."

You had fought, struggled, and finally earned your place as a soloist. And yet, standing backstage at an awards show, hearing the deafening cheers for TWICE, you realized something—

You still weren’t over her.

The show ended, and as you made your way back to your dressing room, a familiar voice called out.

“Y/N.”

You froze.

Mina stood there, her eyes searching yours, hesitation clear on her face. It had been so long, yet the sight of her still made your heart stutter.

“You were amazing out there,” she said softly.

You chuckled, shoving your hands into your pockets. “You too. But you always were.”

A silence stretched between you—one filled with unsaid words, lost time, and everything you never got to be.

“I missed you,” she finally admitted.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “You left me behind.”

She winced. “I didn’t want to.”

“But you did.”

Another beat of silence. Then, she reached out, fingers barely brushing against yours.

"Is it too late to start over?"

You wanted to say yes. That you had moved on. That you weren’t the same naive trainee who once dreamed of debuting beside her. But when her fingers brushed against yours—tentative, hesitant—you knew the truth.

You never stopped waiting for her.

You sighed, pulling your hand away before you could give in too easily. “Why now, Mina?”

She bit her lip, hesitating. “Because I realized too late that letting you go was the biggest mistake I ever made.”

You scoffed. “You had years to reach out.”

“I know,” she whispered, eyes filled with regret. “And I hate myself for it.”

There was a time when you would’ve melted at those words. When all it would’ve taken was one apology, one gentle touch from her, to make you forget the pain of being left behind. But things had changed.

Hadn’t they?

Before you could respond, your manager appeared around the corner. “Y/N, we need to go. The press is waiting.”

You gave Mina one last glance before nodding at your manager. “I have to go.”

She stepped forward as if to stop you, but you turned away before she could say anything else.

From that day forward, Mina made it her mission to win you back.

She started small.

Text messages—simple ones at first.

“Did you eat?”

“Take care during your schedule.”

“I saw your stage. You were amazing.”

You ignored most of them. Replied sparingly. But she never stopped.

Then came the unexpected encounters.

At music shows, she always seemed to be nearby, offering a soft smile whenever your eyes met. When promotions overlapped, she went out of her way to talk to you—even if it was just casual small talk.

But the real turning point happened one late night.

After a long day of practice, you returned to your apartment, exhausted. You barely had time to process the soft knock at your door before you opened it—only to find Mina standing there, holding a takeout bag.

“I figured you hadn’t eaten,” she said softly, her eyes searching yours for any sign of rejection.

You sighed, rubbing your temple. “Mina…”

“I know I messed up,” she cut in before you could push her away again. “I know I don’t deserve another chance. But I can’t keep pretending I don’t want one.”

You stared at her, torn.

It would be so easy to let her back in. To believe that she truly regretted everything. But a part of you still held onto the past—the pain, the loneliness of watching her from the sidelines.

Mina must’ve sensed your hesitation because she suddenly took your hand, holding it tightly.

“I’ll prove it to you,” she said, voice trembling with sincerity. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

For the first time, you saw desperation in her eyes—not just regret, but fear. Fear that she had truly lost you forever.

And just like that, your walls cracked.

You exhaled sharply, stepping aside. “Come in before the food gets cold.”

Mina’s face lit up, relief washing over her. She stepped inside, cautiously hopeful, as if afraid one wrong move would shatter whatever fragile chance she had left.

As you closed the door behind her, you realized something.

Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t too late after all.

Mina’s persistence paid off.

She kept showing up—texting, calling, making excuses to see you. At first, you told yourself you were letting her in slowly, cautiously. But deep down, you knew you were losing the battle against your feelings.

Then came the unexpected invitation.

“Come to TWICE’s comeback party,” Mina said one evening over dinner. “It’s private—just friends, staff, and some company people.”

You hesitated, staring at her across the table. “Why me?”

Mina’s fingers toyed with the rim of her glass. “Because I want you there.”

Your heart thudded at the way she said it—quiet, vulnerable, like she was afraid you’d say no.

Against your better judgment, you agreed.

The Party

The venue was stunning—a high-end, dimly lit club rented out for the night. TWICE members, their close friends, and industry figures filled the space, celebrating their successful comeback.

You arrived late, dressed simply but well enough to blend in.

Your eyes searched for Mina instinctively. When you finally spotted her near the bar, she was talking to someone—no, laughing with someone.

A guy.

Tall, well-dressed, charming. The kind of person that fit into Mina’s world effortlessly.

Something inside you clenched.

You weren’t officially together. You had no right to be upset. And yet, as you watched the way he leaned in too close, the way Mina smiled at whatever he was saying, your stomach twisted in ways you didn’t want to acknowledge.

Mina must have sensed your presence because her eyes flickered to you. Her smile faltered for half a second before she turned back to the conversation.

You clenched your jaw and walked away before she could say anything.

———

You found yourself outside, leaning against the balcony railing, staring out at the city lights. The cool night air did little to cool your rising jealousy.

“You left without saying anything.”

You didn’t turn around. “Didn’t want to interrupt.”

Mina sighed, stepping beside you. “Are you… mad?”

You scoffed. “Why would I be mad? We’re not together, right?”

She winced at the sharpness in your tone. “He’s just an old friend.”

“Didn’t look like it.”

Mina was quiet for a moment before she whispered, “You’re jealous.”

You turned to face her, eyes flashing. “I don’t have a reason to be.”

Mina took a step closer. “Then why do you look like you want to kill him?”

You exhaled sharply, running a hand through your hair. “Because I don’t like seeing you with someone else, Mina. I don’t like feeling like I’m just some past mistake you’re trying to fix.”

Mina’s expression softened. Then, without warning, she grabbed your hand.

“I don’t want anyone else,” she murmured. “I never did.”

You looked down at your intertwined fingers, at the way she held on so tightly like she was afraid you’d slip away again.

“Then prove it,” you whispered.

Mina didn’t hesitate.

She closed the distance between you, cupping your face before pressing her lips to yours.

It wasn’t rushed, nor hesitant—it was full of longing, of unsaid words, of everything that had been building between you for years.

When she pulled away, her forehead rested against yours.

“Let me make things right,” she pleaded.

And for the first time, you thought… maybe you’d let her.

Mina’s lips were still on yours—soft, lingering, filled with something dangerously close to desperation.

You should have pulled away.

You should have demanded more than just a kiss after years of distance and regret.

But when her hands slid down your arms, gripping your wrists as if anchoring herself to you, logic crumbled beneath the weight of something far more intense.

The cool night air did little to soothe the heat rising between you.

The party was still in full swing inside, the distant bass of the music thrumming through the walls. Yet, in this moment, standing on the balcony with Mina’s breath fanning against your lips, the world had narrowed down to just the two of you.

“Y/N…” Mina whispered your name like a prayer, her voice barely audible above the sound of your own heartbeat.

You swallowed hard. “Mina… what are you doing?”

She exhaled sharply, her forehead pressing against yours. “Something I should have done a long time ago.”

Her fingers slid up your arms, skimming along your collarbone before settling at the base of your neck. A shiver ran down your spine at the delicate touch, your body instinctively leaning into hers.

“I hate that I let you go,” she admitted, her voice laced with raw emotion. “I hate that I let you think you were anything less than everything to me.”

Your hands, still clenched at your sides, twitched with the urge to pull her closer, to test just how much she meant those words. But a part of you still hesitated, still wary of letting her in so easily.

Mina sensed it.

Slowly, she tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet her gaze. Her dark eyes searched yours, pleading, waiting.

Then, barely above a whisper, she asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

A challenge. A test. A promise.

And when you finally answered—when your lips crashed into hers with the force of all your unresolved feelings—it wasn’t just an admission of desire. It was surrender.

Your hands found her waist, pulling her flush against you as she gasped softly into the kiss. The tension that had been simmering between you for years finally ignited, burning away the hesitation, the doubt, the anger.

Mina’s fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, her nails grazing against your scalp in a way that sent a shudder down your spine. She pressed closer, her body molding against yours as if trying to make up for every second you had spent apart.

The balcony railing dug into your back, but you didn’t care.

All that mattered was the way Mina fit against you—the way she kissed you like she was trying to rewrite the past, like she was trying to make you forget every moment she had let you go.

The intensity between you and Mina was almost suffocating—the kind of heat that made your skin tingle, your breath hitch, and your thoughts blur into nothing but her.

Mina’s hands roamed up your arms, fingers pressing into your skin like she was afraid you’d slip away. Your lips moved together in a rhythm neither of you had planned but felt so natural, so right.

Until—

CLATTER. THUMP.

A loud yelp broke the moment, followed by a series of muffled giggles and someone whispering

"Sana, you idiot!"

You and Mina immediately froze, her forehead still resting against yours, your hands still gripping her waist.

Slowly, you turned your heads toward the source of the noise—only to find a group of VERY guilty-looking TWICE members peeking from behind the doorway leading to the balcony.

Jihyo, Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Dahyun, and Momo were all shamelessly staring, wide-eyed. Chaeyoung had the audacity to pull out her phone like she was documenting evidence. Tzuyu just sipped her drink, looking mildly entertained.

And Sana?

Sana, the source of the commotion, was on the ground, rubbing her knee after clearly tripping over something in her eagerness to spy.

Mina let out a long, suffering sigh. You, on the other hand, covered your face, equal parts mortified and trying not to laugh.

Jihyo, the ever-responsible leader, cleared her throat. “Alright, guys. I think we should—”

“RUN!” Jeongyeon suddenly shouted, grabbing Sana by the arm and hauling her up.

Pure chaos erupted as the girls scrambled to make their escape. Chaeyoung actually yelped when Mina lunged forward, barely missing grabbing her hoodie. Nayeon, ever the dramatic one, screamed, "We saw nothing! Continue your love story!" before dragging Dahyun with her.

Tzuyu was the last to leave, offering you and Mina a calm, amused nod before walking off like this was all perfectly normal.

And just like that, the balcony was quiet again.

You and Mina turned to look at each other. There was a brief moment of silence before—

Laughter.

“You know,” you said between breaths, “I don’t think you’ll ever live that down.”

Mina groaned, but she was smiling. “I hate them.”

“No, you don’t.”

She sighed dramatically. “Fine, maybe not. But I do hate how they ruined our moment.”

You grinned, looping your arms around her waist and pulling her closer again. “We can always pick up where we left off.”

Mina hummed in approval, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. “That,” she whispered, brushing her lips against yours again, “sounds like a perfect idea.”

And this time, you made sure no one will disturbed.

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fudgeez · 4 months ago

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Imagine being the manager of ITZY and somehow catching the attention of both AESPA’s Winter and IVE’s Wonyoung—a dangerously beautiful duo

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Imagine the first time you meet Winter and Wonyoung, completely unaware of the chaos you just stepped into.

» As ITZY’s manager, you’re used to handling idols, but nothing could prepare you for the moment you meet Winter and Wonyoung backstage at an award show.

Wonyoung, ever the social butterfly, greets you first, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"Oh? You’re ITZY’s manager?" she hums, her voice honeyed. "I’ve heard about you."

Winter, leaning casually against the wall, gives you a once-over before smirking. "You’re famous among managers. They say you’re the best at keeping idols in check."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "I just do my job."

But the way both girls exchange a look—

the kind that silently says, we like this one—

makes you feel like you’ve just been marked as their next target.

Imagine Winter and Wonyoung subtly competing for your attention every time they see you.

» Award shows, backstage events, even random encounters at music shows—they always find a way to pull you into their orbit.

Wonyoung always greets you with the sweetest smile, playfully fixing your tie or straightening your jacket. "You work so hard, Y/N. Don’t forget to take care of yourself, okay?"

Winter, on the other hand, is more subtle. She’s the type to pass by, muttering a low, "You look good today," before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you flustered.

Their groups notice. ITZY teases you mercilessly, Karina smirks knowingly, and Yujin outright calls them out.

"You two are obsessed with Y/N, just admit it already."

But neither of them deny it.

Imagine them getting jealous when another idol tries to flirt with you.

» It happens at a private after-party. A well-known soloist leans in a little too close, their laughter a bit too suggestive.

Before you can even react, Winter is suddenly beside you, placing a hand on your arm. "Oh, Y/N, there you are. We were looking for you," she says, her voice deceptively light.

Wonyoung appears on your other side, linking her arm with yours.

"We were just talking about how Y/N always takes such good care of us. It’s cute, right?" she says, though her smile doesn’t reach her eyes.

The soloist quickly gets the hint and backs off, leaving you stuck between two dangerously smug idols.

"You should be more careful, love," Wonyoung hums.

"Yeah," Winter agrees, squeezing your hand before letting go.

"Some people don’t know their place."

Imagine them getting frustrated when you still don’t realize they’re serious about you.

» "Y/N, are you really this dense?" Winter huffs, arms crossed as she glares at you.

Wonyoung sighs dramatically, leaning against your shoulder. "We’ve been flirting with you for months. Do you really think we’re just being nice?"

You blink. "I thought you were just friendly—"

Winter groans, running a hand through her hair, while Wonyoung pouts.

"We don’t act like this with anyone else," she points out.

"We like you, dummy."

Winter smirks, stepping closer. "And we’re not the type to lose to anyone, so if you think you can avoid us now, you’re wrong."

Imagine them finally getting tired of waiting and deciding to make you understand.

» They corner you in a dressing room after another long event.

"You’re ours," Winter says first, her fingers brushing against your wrist.

"You just don’t know it yet."

Wonyoung tilts your chin up, her gaze soft yet intense. "And we’re not sharing, Y/N. Not unless it’s with each other."

Before you can even process what’s happening, Wonyoung leans in, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your cheek.

Winter, never one to be outdone, captures your lips in a fleeting yet possessive kiss right after.

You’re breathless when they finally pull away, both of them wearing matching smirks.

"Now do you get it?" Wonyoung whispers.

Winter chuckles. "Took us long enough, huh?"

(Bonus)

Imagine Wonyoung and Winter’s sweet obsession slowly taking a darker turn.

» It starts small—Winter asking you to text her whenever you get home, Wonyoung getting pouty whenever you talk to someone else for too long.

Then it escalates.

"That stylist was being way too touchy," Winter murmurs one night, her grip on your wrist a little too tight. "You should switch to someone else."

"Y/N belongs to us," Wonyoung whispers into your ear when she hugs you from behind. "No one else should get to be this close."

And when they finally convince you to move in with them, it doesn’t feel like a request.

It feels like a demand.

A promise.

A trap.

But when they hold you, whispering sweet nothings and pressing kisses to your skin, you can’t find it in yourself to escape.

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fudgeez · 4 months ago

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Yandere Yuna, your best friend, who loves you more than she should

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Imagine Yuna hovering over you, her fingers tracing slow, teasing patterns on your thigh.

» "You trust me, don’t you?" she whispers, her breath warm against your ear as she straddles you, her weight pressing you down.

Her fingers slide higher, deliberate, possessive. "I’ve always taken care of you, haven’t I?" Her lips graze your jaw before she presses a lingering kiss just below your ear. "Let me take care of you now."

Imagine Yuna pressing you against your bedroom door, her hands gripping your wrists, pinning them above your head.

» "You think I don’t notice?" she breathes, her body flush against yours.

"How they look at you? How they try to steal you from me?" Her lips trail down your neck, slow, claiming, as her knee parts your legs.

"But they can’t have you. You’re mine."

Imagine Yuna crawling over you, her eyes dark with something dangerous and all-consuming.

» "You don’t understand how much I love you," she murmurs, lips brushing against yours, teasing but not giving in yet.

"How much I’ve waited for this." Her hands slide under your shirt, fingers splaying against your bare skin, her touch both soothing and searing.

"I want you to feel how much you belong to me." And when she finally kisses you—deep, hungry, possessive—you feel her desperation, her need, her obsession.

Imagine Yuna making sure you never forget who you belong to.

» Her lips are on your skin, pressing kisses lower, slower, as her hands hold you firmly in place.

"No one else can touch you like this," she whispers, her tongue flicking against your pulse, her nails digging into your hips.

"No one else deserves you." She looks up at you through hooded eyes, a dangerous smirk curling her lips.

"Say it. Say you’re mine." And when you do, breathless and wrecked, she hums in satisfaction before continuing her punishment—

one you’ll never escape from.

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fudgeez · 4 months ago

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"Rules of Attraction"

Synopsis: Rei has always been smooth, confident, and effortlessly charming—well, with everyone except Y/N, the ever-composed, impossibly kind student council president.

The problem? Y/N is also Wonyoung’s older sister.

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Rei had a reputation.

A big one.

She was the school’s resident flirt—charming, playful, and absolutely shameless when it came to making people blush. Whether it was winking at cute underclassmen, throwing casual pick-up lines in the hallway, or slinging an arm around her friends just to see them flustered, Rei thrived on the thrill of it all.

She never got too attached.

It was just for fun.

Until Y/N.

And that was a problem.

A huge problem—because Y/N wasn’t just anyone.

She was Wonyoung’s older sister.

And if there was one thing Wonyoung hated, it was flirts like Rei being anywhere near her precious sister.

"Listen up, snake."

Rei blinked as Wonyoung blocked her path, arms crossed, looking like she was about to commit a crime.

"Uh… good morning?" Rei greeted hesitantly.

"Cut the crap," Wonyoung snapped. "I know you."

Rei smirked. "Of course, you do. I’m amazing."

"Rei, I’m serious." Wonyoung glared. "You flirt with everyone, and that’s fine, whatever. But my sister? She’s off-limits."

Rei felt her stomach twist but forced a cocky grin. "Relax, Wony. Your sister’s not even my type."

Biggest lie of her life.

Because Y/N was absolutely her type.

Rei was a mess.

It wasn’t her fault.

It was Y/N’s fault for looking ridiculously attractive during the student council meeting.

She was dressed in her neatly pressed uniform, sleeves rolled up, hair tucked behind her ears as she flipped through paperwork, completely oblivious to the fact that Rei was dying inside.

"Rei, are you paying attention?"

Rei blinked, snapping out of it.

"Huh? Yeah, totally."

Y/N sighed, shaking her head. "If you keep zoning out, you’ll have to stay after and help organize."

Rei almost volunteered on the spot.

And then—

Y/N leaned forward, grabbing Rei’s crooked tie and fixing it for her.

Rei’s brain short-circuited.

Y/N’s fingers brushed against her neck, and Rei forgot how to breathe.

"There," Y/N said softly, smiling. "That’s better."

Rei blushed.

Like, actually blushed.

She, the ultimate flirt, was red in the face because of a simple tie adjustment.

And worst of all?

Y/N just moved on like nothing happened.

—

Wonyoung had dragged Rei to the school festival, mostly to keep an eye on her.

"If I catch you flirting with anyone, I’ll kill you," Wonyoung muttered.

Rei rolled her eyes. "I get it, I get it. No flirting. Can I breathe, though? Or is that not allowed either?"

Wonyoung shoved her.

But then— Rei’s eyes found Y/N.

And everything else faded.

Y/N was standing near the lantern stalls, wearing a simple but stunning outfit, hair styled effortlessly, and smiling at something one of the council members said.

Rei’s heart slammed against her ribs.

Wonyoung, noticing, groaned. "Nao Rei—"

Too late.

Rei was already walking over.

"Fancy seeing you here, Vice President," Rei teased, stepping into Y/N’s space.

Y/N looked up, eyes lighting up when she saw her. "Rei! I didn’t know you were coming."

Rei melted.

"Wouldn’t miss it," Rei said smoothly, hands in her pockets. "You look amazing, by the way."

Y/N chuckled. "You say that to everyone, don’t you?"

Rei smirked. "Yeah. But with you, I actually mean it."

Silence.

And then—

For the first time ever—

Y/N blushed.

Rei’s brain exploded.

Wonyoung, from a distance, groaned in frustration.

But Rei? Rei just grinned.

Because for once, she wasn’t flirting for fun.

She was flirting because she actually meant it.

Rei wasn’t sure what possessed her to drag Y/N to the rooftop after the festival, but she did.

Y/N, confused but amused, let herself be led.

"Rei, what’s going on?"

Rei exhaled, running a hand through her hair.

"I—look, I know I joke around a lot, but with you, it’s different."

Y/N tilted her head. "Different how?"

Rei stepped closer, trapping Y/N against the railing.

"Different as in… I don’t want to flirt with anyone else anymore."

Y/N’s lips parted slightly.

Rei swallowed hard. "You make me nervous, Y/N. No one’s ever done that before. And it’s so, so unfair."

Y/N stared at her for a long moment.

Until she smile,"Rei."

Rei felt her stomach flip.

"You’re cute when you’re serious."

Rei nearly passed out.

"Y..you think I’m cute?"

Y/N laughed, stepping closer, their bodies almost touching. "Yeah."

And then—

She reached up, fixing Rei’s tie like she always did.

Only this time—She didn’t step away.

Rei gulped.

"Does this mean I can kiss you?" Rei asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N smiled. "I thought you’d never ask."

And that night, under the glow of the festival lights, Rei kissed the one girl she was never supposed to fall for.

And for once—

She didn’t regret a single thing.

Not until she thought she was in the clear.

She thought she had pulled off the impossible—winning over Y/N without Wonyoung finding out.

She was so wrong.

Because the second their lips parted, a sharp voice cut through the air.

"What. The. Hell."

Rei froze.

Y/N turned, brows furrowing. "Wonyoungie?"

There she stood—Wonyoung, hands on her hips, looking one second away from committing a crime.

Her gaze flickered between them, slowly processing what she had just walked in on.

The slight flush on Y/N’s cheeks. The way Rei’s hand was still resting on her waist.

The fact that her best friend had just been making out with her older sister.

Rei was so dead.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," Wonyoung muttered, rubbing her temples. "Of all people, Rei?! Are you serious?"

Rei awkwardly cleared her throat. "Uh… hi, Wony?"

"Don’t you ‘hi’ me!" Wonyoung snapped. "You’re a menace, Rei! A shameless flirt! I told you to stay away from my sister!"

Y/N sighed. "Wonyoung, calm down—"

"I will not calm down!" Wonyoung pointed an accusing finger at Rei. "Do you have any idea how many hearts this girl has broken? And now you’re kissing her on a rooftop like it’s some kind of romance drama?!"

Rei held up her hands. "Okay, okay—first of all, rude. Second, I’m serious about Y/N."

Wonyoung snorted. "Serious? You? Please. You probably said that to like ten other girls this week."

Rei sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "I get it. I have a bad track record. But this isn’t some game to me. Y/N’s… different."

Y/N smiled softly at that.

But Wonyoung?

Wonyoung looked like she was having a crisis.

She stared at them for a long moment before groaning, dramatically flopping against the railing. "This is a nightmare."

Rei smirked, stepping closer. "Come on, Wony, you have to admit—we’d make a cute couple."

Wonyoung turned so fast. "Shut. Up."

Rei only grinned wider. "Oh my god, you’re actually considering it, aren’t you?"

Wonyoung shot a death glare at Y/N. "If she breaks your heart, I’m killing her."

Y/N chuckled, patting Wonyoung’s head like she was a grumpy child. "Noted."

Rei nudged Wonyoung with her elbow. "So… you’re giving us your blessing?"

Wonyoung crossed her arms, still glaring. "No. I’m tolerating it. There’s a difference."

Rei leaned down, voice teasing. "Love you too, bestie."

"Get away from me," Wonyoung deadpanned.

Y/N just laughed, shaking her head. "Come on, let’s get out of here before she actually explodes."

Rei grabbed Y/N’s hand, intertwining their fingers.

And this time, Wonyoung didn’t stop them.

(Though she did dramatically gag when she saw it.)

But for Rei?

That was a win.

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