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I can’t believe we’ve reached 600 followers! Thank you all so much for the love, support, and kindness you’ve shown. I know I’ve been MIA the past two months, but school has been catching up with me and graduating was more of a priority. But now I’m done with school and on summer break, so expect more fanfics coming your way🫡

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Start a War - Jennie Kim

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pairing. idol!jennie x reader

synopsis. Struggling with the pressure of her many public personas, Jennie confides in Y/N about her exhaustion with being everything for everyone—and decides, for once, to be selfish.

Practice Room – 9:42 PM, Los Angeles

The mirrored walls of the rehearsal studio gleamed with the last traces of daylight, catching the flashes of sequins and sweat as Jennie Kim moved through the final beats of her choreography.

Music still thumped in the background—low and repetitive—but she’d stopped dancing a few minutes ago. Now she stood still, center of the room, hands on her hips, chest rising and falling. Her hoodie clung to her damp skin, and her mind whirred with unfinished thoughts louder than any bass.

The door creaked open, and she knew who it was without turning.

“Practice robot mode activated again?” Y/N asked, her voice a warm contrast to the sterile room.

Jennie gave a small smile at the familiar teasing. “If I stop moving, I start thinking.”

Y/N shut the door behind her and crossed the room quietly. “And thinking’s dangerous?”

Jennie finally looked over at her—hoodie sleeves too long, hair pulled into a lazy bun, no makeup, no pressure. Just Y/N.

“Thinking is… everything I try not to do during prep,” Jennie muttered. “Because when I think, I start asking myself the wrong questions.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Like?”

Jennie dropped onto the floor, back against the mirror, legs stretched out. “Like… who am I doing this for?”

She tugged her towel off her shoulders and ran it across her neck, eyes distant.

“I’ve been Jennie: the soloist. Jennie: the ‘It Girl.’ Jennie: the brat. The perfect one. The ‘ungrateful’ one. Everyone��s favorite villain. Everyone’s misunderstood softie. I don’t know how many of them are real anymore.”

Y/N crouched down beside her. “They’re all you. But none of them are the whole you.”

Jennie glanced at her, eyes searching. “And you know that?”

Y/N sat beside her, shoulder brushing hers. “I do. I know the you who cries in the car after every comeback no one knows you fought to make happen. The one who rubs my thumb when she’s overwhelmed. The one who stays quiet at parties because she’s too tired to perform joy.”

Jennie turned her head to face her fully now. She blinked like she hadn’t realized how deeply she needed to be seen until this moment.

“I’ve spent my whole career being selfless for the sake of something bigger,” she said. “The brand. The legacy. The team. The fans. I don’t even remember the last time I did something just because I wanted to.”

She hesitated.

“I think… I want to be selfish now.”

Y/N’s brows lifted. “With me?”

Jennie nodded, almost shamefully. “I want them to see you. To see that I love you. Not hide it. Not make you my secret safe place in the dark while I pretend to be untouchable in the light.”

Y/N’s breath hitched.

“Jennie…”

But Jennie rushed forward, the words tumbling now.

“I don’t want you backstage in the shadows anymore. I want you in my trailer. I want to walk off stage, sweaty and messy, and hug you first. I want the fans to know that this version of me—that’s not posing, not filtered—is yours.”

Y/N reached over and cupped her cheek, thumb brushing gently beneath her eye.

“Then let them see,” she whispered. “Let them see who you really love.”

Jennie leaned into her touch, eyes glassy. “Even if they hate me for it?”

“Especially then,” Y/N said. “Because for once, you’re choosing something for you. And maybe the ones who matter will love you more for it.”

Later, Jennie sat nestled into a hoodie that smelled like Y/N, wrapped in a blanket, her head resting on Y/N’s lap. The city lights blinked below them—tiny, artificial stars—and the sky stretched out like a quiet permission to just exist.

“I’ve always been scared of giving people something too real,” Jennie said softly.

Y/N played with her hair. “Why?”

“Because real things get picked apart first. They hurt the most when they break.”

Jennie closed her eyes.

“When I think about showing you to the world, it’s not because I want to make a statement or prove anything. It’s because I can’t not anymore. You’re in every part of me now. You’re my good days, and my worst ones. You’re the reason I haven’t let this industry eat me alive.”

Silence stretched between them, long and delicate.

Y/N whispered, “You’ve been holding this in for how long?”

Jennie’s voice cracked. “Since our first night together.”

Y/N leaned down and kissed her temple, her fingers threading through Jennie’s hair.

“You don’t need to be anything for anyone right now,” she said. “You’re allowed to just be mine. And let me be yours.”

Jennie closed her eyes again.

“Then I want to be selfish,” she whispered.

The concert had ended hours ago, but the venue still hummed faintly with residual electricity—like the stage itself was reluctant to sleep. Outside, fans lingered behind barricades, still screaming Jennie’s name into the night. Inside, Jennie Kim was peeling herself out of her ruby-red stage outfit, heart pounding for reasons that had nothing to do with performance adrenaline.

Y/N was waiting in the dressing room, exactly where Jennie had told her to be.

Jennie’s assistant had brought Y/N in through a secured side entrance midway through the encore, and she’d been watching the rest of the show from a private, curtained viewing spot just off-stage. But now, with everyone else cleared out—dancers hugging goodbyes, stylists busy with garment racks—it was just them.

Jennie stepped into the dressing room in a black silk robe, makeup still perfect, hair slightly tousled. She spotted Y/N sitting on the leather couch, legs tucked beneath her, wearing one of the custom “RUBY” tour tees Jennie had slipped her before the show.

“I’ve been waiting forever for this part,” Jennie said, voice low, warm.

Y/N looked up and smiled. “You mean the post-show makeout part?”

Jennie grinned. “Exactly that.”

She crossed the room slowly, deliberately, the heels of her boots clicking softly against the floor.

“I couldn’t stop looking at you during ‘Start a War,’ you know,” Jennie murmured, now standing in front of her. “I sang the whole second verse to you. You just didn’t realize it.”

“I realized it,” Y/N replied, tilting her head up. “You winked at me and nearly tripped.”

“I did not trip,” Jennie scoffed playfully.

“You stumbled,” Y/N teased, tugging her by the robe’s tie. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Jennie leaned down and kissed her—soft at first, then deeper, letting herself melt into it. She tasted like gloss and lemon water, sweet and slightly sharp, just like the afterglow of a show well done.

Y/N’s hands found Jennie’s waist beneath the robe, fingers warm against her skin.

“You were incredible tonight,” Y/N whispered against her lips.

Jennie pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “No. You were. Just being here. I kept thinking how badly I wanted everyone to see you. Not just the fans—my people. The ones backstage. The team. I wanted you to be part of this. Of me.”

Y/N’s breath hitched slightly. “That’s the first time you’ve ever said that.”

“I mean it,” Jennie said. “For the first time, I wanted something for me. I wanted to be selfish. And that something—someone—is you.”

The words were a whisper, but they carried the weight of a thousand unsent texts, the kind of confessions you only make when the lights go down and you’re left with truth alone.

Jennie sat down beside her, curling one leg up, pulling Y/N closer until they were flush. Her hands found the hem of Y/N’s shirt—her shirt—and she toyed with it gently, fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns along her hip.

“You always wear my things better than I do,” Jennie said, voice going silk-soft.

“Maybe because I don’t wear anything under it,” Y/N murmured with a sly grin.

Jennie raised a brow, gaze darkening just slightly.

“Well now that’s not fair,” she said.

Y/N leaned in, brushing her lips over Jennie’s jaw. “What’re you gonna do about it, Kim?”

Jennie didn’t answer—not with words.

She kissed her again, this time with intent. One hand tangling in Y/N’s hair, the other gripping her thigh. Her robe slipped slightly, revealing a glimpse of the stage-worn lingerie beneath, and Y/N let out a soft breath against her mouth.

Their kisses grew hungrier, deeper, that intoxicating mix of love and longing—the kind that simmers through months of hiding, late-night texts, long-distance flights, and the ache of wanting someone in silence. It was all pouring out now, here, behind a locked door.

“I want you to be the first thing I see after every show,” Jennie whispered, forehead pressed to hers. “Let them talk. Let them guess. I’m not hiding you anymore.”

“Then prove it,” Y/N said softly, tugging Jennie into her lap.

And Jennie did—again and again, with every kiss, every sigh, every soft whisper that only Y/N was allowed to hear.

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Soulmate - Yu Jimin

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pairing. idol!karina x idol!reader

synopsis. Karina reveals her deep need for closeness as she pulls Y/N in for kiss after kiss, confessing that one is never enough when it comes to the person who makes her feel safest.

It had been one of those long, exhausting days—practice, schedules, meetings, rinse, repeat.

Y/N was curled into the far end of the dorm’s couch, wrapped in a fleece blanket, her hair still damp from a quick shower. The TV was on but muted, playing an old Studio Ghibli film they’d both seen a dozen times. A cup of chamomile tea sat untouched on the table.

Karina walked in barefoot, in an oversized hoodie and shorts, her hair loose around her shoulders. Her expression was unreadable—soft but unreadable—like her thoughts were too full to organize.

Y/N looked up and smiled tiredly. “You’re still up?”

Karina nodded, her voice quiet. “Couldn’t sleep. You weren’t there.”

Y/N’s smile grew a little. “You missed me that fast?”

Karina said nothing as she crossed the room. Instead, she knelt in front of the couch, resting her arms on Y/N’s legs, gazing up at her like she was trying to memorize every feature.

“You look warm,” Karina murmured.

“Come here,” Y/N said immediately, tugging the edge of the blanket open.

Karina climbed up beside her without hesitation, tucking herself into Y/N’s side like it was instinct. She curled her body around her, one hand resting over Y/N’s stomach, the other wrapped around her waist. Her face pressed into Y/N’s neck like it belonged there.

They sat in silence for a moment, the only sound was the gentle patter of rain and the low hum of animation flickering across the screen.

Y/N shifted, kissing the top of Karina’s head.

Karina turned her face up slightly, and Y/N caught the look in her eyes—tired, vulnerable, longing.

Y/N leaned in and kissed her.

It was a slow, soft kiss—unrushed, like they had all night. Just lips brushing, lingering, feeling.

When Y/N started to pull back, Karina followed.

“Wait,” she whispered. “One more.”

Y/N smiled softly. “Babe—”

But Karina was already reaching up, cupping her cheek and pulling her back in. Their lips met again, deeper this time. Karina tilted her head, her grip tightening like she was afraid the moment would slip if she didn’t hold it still.

When they broke apart again, her forehead stayed pressed to Y/N’s.

“You always do this,” Y/N whispered, half-laughing. “We kiss, and you beg for another like I’m gonna disappear.”

Karina didn’t laugh. She opened her eyes slowly.

“I’m not begging,” she said. “I just… need more. Every time. Because it doesn’t feel like enough.”

Y/N’s heart stuttered. “Not enough?”

Karina shook her head. “Not because it’s not good. Because I just… never want it to stop. It’s like—every time I kiss you, I feel calm for a second. But then it fades, and I miss it. I miss you. Even when you’re right here.”

Y/N blinked. “Rina…”

Karina touched her jaw again, softer this time. “I had a dream the other night that you left. You didn’t say why. You just walked out. I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t breathe.”

“Oh, baby—” Y/N cupped her face instantly, stroking her cheek with her thumb.

Karina leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering shut.

“So yeah,” she whispered, “I ask for more kisses. I pull you back in. Because when I’m touching you, when I’m with you like this… I don’t have space to be scared.”

Y/N pulled her into a full embrace, holding her tightly, protectively.

“You’re never losing me,” Y/N murmured into her hair. “I’m here. You hear me?”

Karina nodded silently against her shoulder.

Y/N tilted her chin up and kissed her again—slower, deeper, pouring every ounce of security and love into it. Karina sighed into her mouth, melting completely, like she could finally rest.

When they parted, Y/N said gently, “How many more kisses do you need?”

Karina cracked a small, teary smile. “However many you’ll give me.”

“Then I’ll give you a thousand.”

Karina laughed softly, tears slipping down anyway.

And so Y/N kissed her again.

And again.

And again.

Each kiss a promise.

Each kiss a reminder.

Each kiss saying: You are safe. You are loved. I’m not going anywhere.

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Meddle About - Jennie Kim

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pairing. idol!jennie x gf!reader

synopsis. After a show stopping Coachella performance, global star Jennie Kim seeks refuge in the arms of her secret girlfriend Y/N

The Coachella desert was buzzing—lights flooding the night sky, music pulsing through the ground, and thousands of voices screaming for what was easily the most anticipated set of the festival.

Jennie Kim was about to take the stage.

And Y/N could barely breathe.

She stood just behind the sound booth in the artist-only section, surrounded by crew, fellow performers, and a handful of VIP guests. Her hoodie was pulled low, sunglasses covering her eyes despite the fact that the sun had dipped long ago behind the horizon. Still, she felt exposed.

Not because of the crowd. Not because of the cameras.

But because her girlfriend—her actual girlfriend—was about to step on stage in front of the entire world, and she felt every second of Jennie’s nerves, passion, and pressure like it was her own.

Lisa stood beside her, arms crossed as she swayed to the DJ’s pre-set track, while Rosé leaned casually against the barricade with her phone half-raised, already filming the setup.

“You okay?” Lisa asked, nudging her.

“I’m fine,” Y/N mumbled, barely glancing away from the stage.

“You’ve adjusted your sleeves like six times,” Rosé added without looking.

Y/N didn’t answer. Her stomach was in knots.

They hadn’t seen each other all day. Jennie had been in full rehearsal mode, locked in trailers and sound checks and dress fittings. They’d only exchanged three texts—two of them from Jennie saying, “Don’t watch if you’ll cry,” and “I’ll be looking for you.”

And then the lights shut off.

The screen on stage lit up with a countdown. The crowd roared.

Ten… nine… eight…

Y/N’s heart pounded in sync with each second. Behind her glasses, her eyes locked on the rising fog across the stage.

Three… two… one.

The beat dropped. Flames shot up from either side of the platform. And when the smoke cleared—

Jennie appeared.

Dressed in a black, gem-studded western outfit, cowboy hat tilted low, abs glistening under the stage lights, she looked like every fantasy the internet had ever whispered about her—but sharper. Realer. Hers.

Y/N blinked.

Jennie took one step forward—and the entire crowd screamed. She walked like she owned the desert. Like she wasn’t just headlining but had been born for it.

“Holy shit,” Lisa muttered under her breath.

“I’m not even attracted to women and I’m weak,” Rosé whispered.

But Y/N said nothing.

Because Jennie was looking right at her.

In the middle of “ZEN,” she broke from formation. Her eyes scanned the viewing pit—and locked.

One second. Two.

And then she smiled—soft, private—and blew Y/N a kiss before spinning right back into choreography like it never happened.

Y/N’s chest squeezed.

Lisa gasped, hitting her shoulder. “Girlfriend.”

“She’s so annoying,” Y/N muttered with a flustered grin.

“She’s in love,” Rosé said with a knowing smirk. “So are you. Don’t deny it.”

POST-PERFORMANCE – BACKSTAGE

The instant Jennie stepped off stage, her body was shaking—high from the performance, from the screams, from the adrenaline coursing through every nerve.

She barely registered the team rushing to her side—stylists with towels, a PR assistant trying to guide her toward the press line, the sound tech grabbing her mic pack. Someone was already filming. Someone else was snapping backstage pics.

“Jennie, incredible set!”

“You just broke Instagram, girl!”

She smiled politely. Thanked them. Hugged Kali Uchis with a whispered “you killed it too”—but her mind was already somewhere else.

Someone else.

“Has anyone seen Y/N?” she asked, breathless, trying not to sound as desperate as she felt.

A crew member blinked. “Uh, I think she’s with Lisa by the trailers?”

Jennie didn’t say a word. Just turned and ran.

She weaved through the maze of trailers, ignoring people calling her name, cameras trying to get shots, journalists trying to wave her down. It didn’t matter.

She needed her.

And then—

There. Hoodie. Sunglasses. Still trying to blend in even though she was glowing from a mile away.

Jennie didn’t slow down.

“Y/N,” she breathed, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into her chest like she’d been holding her breath for hours.

Y/N barely had time to react before Jennie buried her face in her neck.

“I missed you,” Jennie murmured.

Y/N held her just as tightly. “You just got off stage.”

“I still missed you.”

She pulled back enough to look into her girlfriend’s eyes. There was so much love there—raw and messy and overwhelming.

“You were insane up there,” Y/N said, brushing sweaty strands of hair off Jennie’s cheek. “Like… stupidly hot.”

Jennie smirked. “I saw you watching.”

“I always watch you.”

Jennie kissed her then—quick, dizzy, before anyone could round the corner. Not the kind of kiss that begged to be seen, but the kind that promised everything in private.

“I need you,” she whispered. “Just for a few minutes. Come with me?”

Y/N nodded without hesitation. “Lead the way.”

The second the trailer door locked behind them, Jennie’s body lost all tension. The crowd’s roar was a distant hum now, muffled by thick trailer walls and the buzz of air conditioning kicking on low overhead. The mirror lights glowed softly in the background, casting warm shadows across the room.

Jennie stood there, staring at Y/N. No words. Just breathing.

Her cheeks were flushed, body glistening with sweat under her cropped stage outfit. Her lip gloss was a little smudged, hair messy from the mic and wind machines, but her eyes—God, her eyes—were so full of something only Y/N ever got to see.

Without needing a signal, Y/N stepped forward and slipped her arms around her waist, pulling Jennie close until their foreheads touched.

Jennie let out a breath—one of relief, one of exhaustion, one of complete surrender.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night,” Jennie whispered, voice hoarse. “It didn’t matter how many people screamed. I just wanted you.”

Y/N smiled softly, brushing her fingers through Jennie’s damp hair. “I was right here the whole time.”

Jennie leaned in and kissed her—softly, first. Just a press of lips and the familiar warmth between them. But it didn’t stay gentle for long.

The kiss deepened—Jennie’s fingers weaving into Y/N’s hair, her other hand sliding around to the small of her back, holding her closer. Y/N responded in kind, gripping Jennie’s waist and tugging her flush against her body. The heat between them ignited instantly—fueled by distance, adrenaline, and how achingly much they’d missed each other.

Jennie’s mouth opened slightly, inviting, and Y/N’s tongue slipped in. They kissed like they were starved—like the trailer was the only place in the world, and nothing existed beyond it. Jennie moaned quietly into Y/N’s mouth, and the sound made Y/N’s stomach flip.

Jennie moved them backwards, lips still locked, until Y/N’s legs bumped the edge of the small couch in the trailer. They sank into it, Jennie straddling her lap without missing a beat. The hat came off. The jacket slipped from Jennie’s shoulders. Neither of them cared where it landed.

Jennie broke the kiss for half a second, panting softly, forehead resting against Y/N’s.

“You always do this to me,” she murmured. “One look at you and I forget how to function.”

Y/N laughed breathlessly. “That makes two of us.”

Jennie’s lips were back on hers before the words even faded. This time slower—more deliberate. Her hands roamed—fingertips tracing along Y/N’s neck, her jaw, the outline of her ribs beneath her shirt. Every touch said, you’re mine. Every kiss answered, I know.

Y/N’s hands found Jennie’s thighs, gripping firmly as Jennie rolled her hips forward, not in an attempt to take things further—but just to feel. To be close. To prove this was real.

Jennie pulled back slightly, eyes half-lidded, lips swollen from kissing. Her fingers played with the hem of Y/N’s shirt.

“I want to stay here forever,” Jennie whispered. “Just like this. Just you and me.”

Y/N reached up and brushed her thumb gently over Jennie’s bottom lip. “Then stay. No one’s gonna pull you away.”

Jennie kissed her again, slower this time. She savored it. Sighed into it. Let herself melt completely into Y/N’s arms.

The world could wait. For now, this moment—them—was all that mattered.

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BAD BAD BAD - Yu Jimin

pairing. idol!karina x aespa!addedmember!reader

synopsis. When aespa’s self-proclaimed “loser” Y/N shocks everyone with her hidden baseball talent, she not only steals bases—but also Karina’s heart.

Seoul Olympic Stadium — a crisp spring afternoon. A charity baseball game featuring idols from multiple groups is being held to raise money for youth sports programs. The rest of aespa—Karina, Winter, Giselle, and Ningning—have shown up in matching team merch to support their least expected player: Y/N.

“Okay, this is the funniest thing SM’s ever done,” Winter said through a bite of hot dog, pointing toward the field. “They really sent Y/N to play in a baseball game?”

“She’s probably gonna break the bat trying to swing,” Ningning giggled, phone out to record the chaos.

Giselle nodded dramatically. “Ten bucks says she trips running to first base.”

Karina, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, didn’t say anything. She’d watched Y/N quietly stretch and warm up on the field for the past ten minutes, noting the way her grip on the bat was tight, precise, and the way she adjusted her cap just before walking onto the diamond. She didn’t look like she was pretending. She looked… confident.

“She’s been quiet about it,” Karina murmured, almost to herself.

Winter raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing,” Karina said, eyes still following Y/N. “Just… wait.”

Bottom of the 2nd Inning — Y/N at shortstop.

“Ground ball to short!” the announcer shouted.

Y/N moved like lightning, gloved the ball cleanly on the hop, and lasered it to first base.

“OUT!”

“Wait—was that her?” Giselle blinked.

Before they could react, the very next play: a pop fly headed shallow into left-center. Y/N turned and sprinted, making a diving catch that brought the entire crowd to their feet.

“THAT’S TWO!” the announcer yelled.

Karina stood slowly, hand covering her mouth in disbelief—and something else.

“Was she always that fast?” Ningning murmured.

The third out came a minute later: a full-body dive into a sliding grounder followed by a backhand flip to second for the out.

Karina’s heart thudded. “Oh my god.”

Top of the 4th — Y/N’s first at-bat.

“She probably doesn’t even know how to swing—”

CRACK.

The ball sailed out of the park, disappearing over the left field fence.

The crowd erupted.

Winter screamed. “SHE JUST—NO WAY.”

Giselle grabbed Karina’s arm. “WHAT IS HAPPENING?”

Y/N rounded the bases calmly, helmet tucked low. But as she passed the aespa section, her head tilted slightly—and Karina could swear she winked.

Later in the game:

Five stolen bases. Three more at-bats.

Three home runs.

Every time Y/N stepped up to the plate, the crowd leaned forward. Every time she got on base, she stole her way around the diamond with calculated precision and raw speed. She didn’t even celebrate. She just played.

Karina had barely sat down. Her heart wouldn’t stop racing. There was something intoxicating about the way Y/N moved—sharp, focused, electric. And for the first time, she saw something she hadn’t before.

She saw the girl behind the nerdy anime rambles, behind the loser Twitch streams and long rants about Marvel timelines. She saw all of Y/N. And she was completely, utterly gone.

Post-game. Y/N is named MVP.

Back in the dugout, aespa surrounds her.

Winter grabs Y/N’s shoulders. “You’ve been LYING to us.”

“I thought you were allergic to the sun,” Giselle gasped. “How did you just morph into a baseball prodigy ?!”

Ningning flung her arms around her. “You have stats! You have MVP stats!”

Y/N laughed, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. “I played back in the States. Shortstop all through middle and high school. Just… never really talked about it. Didn’t seem like something anyone would care about.”

Karina stepped forward, quiet but steady. “I care.”

The others immediately backed off, eyebrows raised in unison.

Y/N blinked. “You do?”

Karina nodded, lips twitching into a smile. “That was… incredible. I’ve never seen you like that before.”

Y/N’s confidence faltered just a little. “You mean like… not a loser?”

Karina’s smile softened. She reached out and gently tugged on the sleeve of Y/N’s jersey.

“No. I mean, I’ve always liked the loser version of you. The Y/N who debates superhero rankings for an hour straight. The one who rage-quits games on stream and immediately apologizes. That’s the version I started falling for.”

Y/N froze. “Falling?”

Karina stepped closer. “But today? Watching you do what you love, totally in your element, completely owning the field? That just sealed it.”

Y/N’s ears went red. “So… you’re saying you—”

“I’m saying,” Karina interrupted, voice soft, “that maybe you and I should leave early, skip the after-party, and hang out somewhere where I get you all to myself.”

Y/N couldn’t breathe for a second. “I know a rooftop.”

Karina raised an eyebrow. “With ramen?”

“Always.”

After midnight. The dorm’s living room is softly lit by the city lights through the window. The air is quiet, everyone else in the dorm already asleep. Y/N is curled up on the couch in a loose shirt and joggers, a half-finished can of Coke resting on the coffee table. Karina enters quietly, barefoot, in a hoodie and shorts. She pauses when she sees Y/N still awake.

“Can’t sleep?” Karina asked gently, stepping into the room.

Y/N looked up and gave her a sheepish smile. “Adrenaline’s still kinda punching me in the face.”

Karina chuckled, making her way over. “Understandable. You basically turned into an anime protagonist today.”

Y/N groaned and dropped her head back against the couch. “Don’t say that. I’ll never live it down. My DMs are probably full of ‘shortstop slayer’ memes.”

Karina laughed, settling beside her on the couch. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“I’m not used to it. People being impressed by me, I mean. Not in that way.”

Karina tilted her head. “You’re used to people underestimating you.”

Y/N paused. “Yeah.”

There was a beat of silence between them, not awkward, but charged—like something unspoken had just stepped into the room.

Karina’s voice was softer now. “You didn’t just impress people today, Y/N. You changed the narrative.”

Y/N looked at her, hesitant. “What narrative?”

“The one you’ve been letting define you. The one where you’re the quirky side character. The ‘loser’ of aespa. You’re not just that. You never were.”

Y/N’s eyes dropped to her hands. She picked at the hem of her sleeve. “It’s easier to make the joke first, you know? Be the one who laughs at herself before anyone else does. Then it doesn’t hurt as much.”

Karina’s expression softened. Without saying anything, she reached over and gently took Y/N’s hand in hers, lacing their fingers together.

“You don’t need to shrink yourself to be loved,” Karina whispered. “Not with me.”

Y/N’s breath caught.

Karina held her gaze, steady and open. ���I know you think you have to keep your guard up. That it’s safer to be the weird gamer girl who doesn’t get taken seriously. But I’ve been watching you longer than you think.”

Y/N blinked. “You have?”

Karina gave a soft nod. “Every late-night stream you stayed up for. Every time you randomly monologued about Marvel on a car ride. I didn’t just tolerate that. I liked it.”

Y/N’s voice was barely a whisper. “Even when I went on that thirty-minute rant about why Batman would lose to Gojo Satoru?”

Karina grinned. “Especially then.”

They both laughed quietly, the tension slowly melting into something warmer. Karina’s thumb brushed across Y/N’s knuckles, tender and grounding.

“I didn’t think someone like you would ever look at someone like me,” Y/N admitted. “You’re… Karina. The it-girl. The goddess. The standard.”

Karina’s smile faltered just a little—but not in sadness. More like she was seeing herself through Y/N’s eyes, and it overwhelmed her.

“I wish you could see what I see,” Karina whispered. “You were magnetic today. And not just because of the game. You were you. Completely, unapologetically. And it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Y/N looked at her, stunned. “Karina…”

“Can I kiss you?” Karina asked softly.

There was a heartbeat of stillness.

Y/N nodded. “Please.”

Karina leaned in slowly, giving her every chance to back away—but Y/N didn’t. Their lips met gently, hesitantly at first, before melting into something softer, deeper. Y/N’s hand came up to Karina’s cheek, fingers trembling slightly from nerves, from adrenaline, from everything.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them lingered in the closeness, noses brushing, foreheads resting together.

Y/N let out a breathless laugh. “I think I blacked out for a second.”

Karina grinned. “Same.”

Y/N tilted her head, voice barely above a whisper. “Does this mean you like me? Like, like-like?”

Karina laughed. “I just kissed you, Y/N.”

“You could be doing it for charity.”

Karina rolled her eyes playfully, then kissed her again—firmer this time, more certain.

“This isn’t charity,” she murmured against her lips. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”

Y/N exhaled shakily, her hand still on Karina’s cheek. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Karina smiled. “Because I thought maybe you’d never see me that way. But then I watched you on that field, completely in your element, and I realized… I didn’t want to wait anymore.”

Y/N leaned into her, their hands still tangled, hearts still racing.

“I think I’ve loved you since our third vocal lesson,” she whispered. “You sang one note and I forgot how to breathe.”

Karina blushed, eyes wide. “Okay, you win.”

Y/N smirked. “Always do.”

They laughed together, collapsing back against the couch, tangled up in each other and the quiet glow of a moment they never thought they’d have.

Outside, the city sparkled.

Inside, Y/N finally felt like she was home.

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Nervous - Yu Jimin

causal masterlist. main masterlist. navi

pairing. meangirl!karina x soccerplayer!reader

synopsis. While studying together, Karina’s usual interruptions are starting to get on Y/N’s nerves. In an attempt to end the distractions, Y/N comes up with a simple yet effective solution—by kissing Karina.

Y/N let out a small sigh, pushing her hair out of her face as she tried to focus on her textbook. She could hear Karina shifting beside her, a soft hum escaping her lips. Y/N glanced over at her, noticing Karina had completely stopped writing and was now tapping a pencil on the desk, lost in her thoughts.

“Karina,” Y/N started, trying to keep her tone even, “I’m trying to study here. You’re not even looking at your notes.”

Karina, looking guilty but not enough to actually stop, just smiled and shrugged. “I am studying. I’m just thinking.”

“Thinking about what? You’re not even on the right page.”

Karina let out a soft laugh, twirling the pencil in her hand. “Okay, fine. I’m thinking about you.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her patience thinning. “About me? Really?”

“Well, you’re kind of cute when you’re all focused,” Karina teased, leaning back in her chair, clearly not feeling the same urgency to study that Y/N did.

Y/N rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. “Karina, we’ve been at this for two hours, and you’ve barely gotten through one page.”

“I’m getting there,” Karina replied, her voice light and playful. “You know, I think I work better when I take breaks.”

Y/N stared at her, trying to hold onto the last shred of her patience. She was just about to respond when Karina gave a dramatic sigh and stood up to stretch.

“Y/N, how do you do it?” Karina asked, glancing at her with a teasing smile. “You’ve been buried in those books for hours, and you’re not even bored. You’re—what’s the word?—in the zone?”

“Yeah, I’m in the zone,” Y/N muttered, tapping her pen against the desk. “But I can’t be in the zone if you keep distracting me.”

“Oh, come on, it’s not like I’m doing anything that bad,” Karina said, leaning over to glance at Y/N’s notes. “Besides, I think you need a little fun every now and then.”

Y/N bit her lip, trying to keep her frustration in check. “I’m not here for fun right now, Karina.”

“I know, I know,” Karina said, her voice dropping slightly, sensing the shift in Y/N’s mood. She hesitated for a moment before leaning closer, resting her chin on Y/N’s shoulder. “You’re just so serious when you study. I think you need a break too.”

Y/N shifted uncomfortably, her attention flicking back to her notes, but she couldn’t ignore the warmth of Karina’s presence so close to her. She didn’t mind it—well, she didn’t mind it usually—but right now, it was getting harder to focus.

Finally, after what felt like a long pause, Y/N snapped. She placed her pen down with a little more force than necessary, turned her head, and kissed Karina.

The kiss was quick and unexpected. Karina froze, eyes wide in surprise, as Y/N pulled away slightly, her breath coming a little faster than usual. Karina blinked, clearly caught off guard, and for a moment neither of them said anything.

Y/N felt her cheeks flush as she awkwardly cleared her throat, not sure what to do next. “Well,” she said with a soft smile, “that ought to get your attention.”

Karina’s lips parted in shock, her eyes scanning Y/N’s face as if trying to figure out what just happened. Slowly, her expression softened, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Did you just kiss me to get me to stop distracting you?”

Y/N shrugged, suddenly very aware of how close they were. “I mean, it worked, didn’t it?”

Karina laughed, her fingers brushing against Y/N’s arm. “You’re a little sneaky, aren’t you?”

Y/N blushed but didn’t pull away. “You kept distracting me. I had to do something.”

Karina’s eyes darkened slightly, the playful tone from earlier shifting to something a little more intense. She leaned forward again, not in the usual teasing way, but with a more deliberate, purposeful movement. “Well,” she whispered, “if that’s what it takes…”

Before Y/N could respond, Karina closed the gap between them again, this time kissing Y/N more deeply. The kiss was soft but filled with something unspoken, something that made the room feel warmer than it had moments ago. Y/N’s heart raced as she leaned into the kiss, her mind momentarily forgetting about the textbooks and the studying.

When they pulled apart, both of them were breathing a little harder, faces flushed. Karina didn’t say anything right away, just stared at Y/N with wide, slightly surprised eyes.

Y/N, trying to regain her composure, cleared her throat and glanced at her notes, but her mind was still buzzing. “Well, that wasn’t exactly what I expected to happen.”

Karina chuckled softly, her fingers now tracing the edge of Y/N’s book. “I’m not complaining.”

Y/N shook her head, trying to gather her thoughts. “Okay, okay. No more distractions,” she said, her voice a little quieter than before. “We really should focus.”

“Right,” Karina agreed, but her voice was softer, almost teasing. “But maybe a little more of that wouldn’t hurt.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile creeping onto her face. “We’re supposed to be studying, Karina.”

“I know,” Karina said with a wink, “but we could always take another ‘break’ if you need it.”

Y/N, flustered but also unexpectedly warm from the moment, felt her heart flutter as she glanced at Karina. “Let’s just—let’s get back to studying.”

“Sure,” Karina said, settling back into her chair but with a knowing smile. “But I’ll be here… if you need more distractions.”

Y/N shook her head, but her lips twitched into a grin. “You’re impossible.”

Karina leaned back in her chair, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on Y/N. “Yeah, but you love it.”

Y/N sighed, unable to argue. The day’s distractions had turned into something more than she expected, and she realized maybe studying wasn’t the only thing that needed focus right now.

As the minutes ticked by, the tension between them lingered, neither of them able to ignore the quiet chemistry that had flared between them. The books in front of them, the scattered notes, and the half-open textbooks felt insignificant in the face of the undeniable pull.

Y/N shifted in her seat, glancing at Karina, whose eyes were locked on her with an intensity that sent a ripple of warmth through her chest. Karina leaned back slightly, biting her lower lip, as though weighing her options. The playful teasing, the soft banter, it was all still there, but now there was an undeniable hunger in the air.

“Y/N,” Karina whispered, voice low and teasing, “are you sure we should be studying right now?”

Y/N swallowed, trying to maintain control, but the way Karina was looking at her, the way her fingers lingered on her pencil, was making it impossible to think clearly. She set her pen down with a soft click and pushed the books aside, leaning forward in her chair.

“I’m not sure about anything anymore,” Y/N replied, her voice softer than she intended.

Karina smirked, leaning in as well, her lips brushing against Y/N’s ear as she whispered, “Then maybe we should figure it out together.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as Karina’s lips barely skimmed her skin. Without thinking, her hand reached out, grabbing Karina’s jaw gently and turning her head, their eyes meeting for a split second before they closed in on each other.

This time, when their lips met, it was different—more urgent, more desperate. Karina’s hands cupped Y/N’s face, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, soft and heated all at once. Y/N’s heart raced as she responded in kind, her fingers weaving into Karina’s hair, tugging her closer until there was no space between them.

The kiss grew more intense, mouths moving together, tasting, exploring, as if the world outside their small room no longer existed. Karina’s hands trailed down to Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her off her chair and onto her lap with ease. Y/N gasped slightly at the shift, the sudden change in position igniting a new kind of tension between them.

Karina’s lips never left hers, her hands sliding down Y/N’s back, drawing her body even closer. Y/N’s breath came faster, every touch of Karina’s fingers sending sparks through her veins.

“Karina…” Y/N whispered breathlessly against her lips, her voice shaking. “We’re… we’re not studying anymore, are we?”

“No,” Karina breathed, her lips trailing along Y/N’s jaw, her hands tightening around Y/N’s waist. “But who cares?”

Y/N’s hands slid under Karina’s shirt, fingers grazing the soft skin of her back as she pulled Karina back into another kiss, harder this time. Karina responded immediately, her body moving closer, the heat between them building. The world around them felt distant, muffled, as the kiss deepened and the tension turned into something undeniable.

In the midst of their lips moving together, hands exploring and hearts racing, it became clear that nothing else mattered. No textbooks, no notes, no distractions—only them, in that moment. The kiss turned into something more passionate, more intimate, as the world outside faded completely. Neither of them was thinking anymore, just feeling—feeling everything, all at once.

And as they broke the kiss, both of them breathless and flushed, Y/N stared at Karina, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Maybe we should study… later?” Y/N whispered, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.

Karina chuckled softly, her forehead resting against Y/N’s. “Yeah… later sounds good.”

And for the first time that day, they both let themselves enjoy the moment—no books, no distractions, just each other.

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I miss you and your stories

I've become spoiled by your amazing writing and i miss it

Please just cine back its been years

Yes i know im being dramatic but please

i updated just for u anon😭 but i been busy with school since its the 4th marking period , so updates are gonna be little inconsistent till after june

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are there going to be more parts to casual or is it just the scenarios now?

also, part five was so amazing. i could totally relate to you about being with someone that was kinda needy and needed a lot of reassurance. it was also my first relationship and i broke up with her for feeling so exhausted about it. sometimes i do wonder how we'd end up if i had been more patient.

Thank you so much for reading and sharing that with me—it really means a lot. I’m definitely planning to write more parts for Casual. I plan to write part six over this weekend, but honestly, it depends on how much I end up writing and how I want to continue the story from here. So You’ll see more Scenarios than parts since parts take more time while the scenarios are cute fluff stories for ppl who want to see ‘Y/n & Karina’ actually be happy 😅

I honestly didn’t expect this kind of emotion to resonate so deeply with people, especially when it comes to first relationships. At the time, I really did try, but I was young and naive, and like so many of us in our first relationships, I just wanted to make everything work. I wanted to make the other person happy no matter what. It’s something I think we’re either taught or something we promise ourselves—that once we’re finally in a relationship of our own, we’ll give it everything. And sometimes, that means giving too much of ourselves without realizing the toll it takes.

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thank you for writing another beautiful part of casual :)

it honestly hit me so hard and although they didn’t break up or anything, i could feel the pain that was intended when you were writing and it hurt the most. y/n’s insecurities are ones i myself, often have, & many others, and you portrayed that perfectly. i love encountering authors that are willing to put in time and effort to really write a good scenario that also gets across feelings to their readers. you’re amazing !! have an amazing day and take care :) if you write more for casual, ill be here supporting all the way, and your other stories too

Thank you so, so much—that truly means the world to me. I’m really touched that it resonated with you on such a deep level. When I was writing part five, I wanted the emotion to feel raw and honest, even if they didn’t break up, because sometimes the unspoken feelings and internal battles hurt just as much as a breakup. Knowing that you saw yourself in Y/n’s insecurities and felt that connection really validates the heart I put into it.

It means everything to hear that the effort and emotion behind my writing come through. I always try to write stories that not only tell a scenario but also make people feel—like they’re seen, understood, or even comforted. Thank you for being so kind and supportive, and for taking the time to share this with me. I’ll absolutely keep writing more for Casual and other stories, and it makes me so happy to know you’ll be there along the way. You’re amazing too—take care of yourself, and I hope you have the best day <333