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sunooluuvr · 26 days ago

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WARM EMBRACES

(๑ > ᴗ < ๑) ── idol!yang jungwon x f!reader ౨ৎ wc. 484 ♯ fluff, skinship, established relationship, clingy jungwon.

WARM EMBRACES ── Jungwon isn't a clingy person, but when you made surprise visit behind stage, he couldn't wait for you.

Now playing ; peach eyes by wave to earth

💭 Rose's Note: Here you go, anon! This is very silly. AND MY FIRST ENHYPEN POST OMG.

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Jungwon isn't a clingy type of person.

Like yes, he accepts hugs, small touches, etc. . . from the members, and close family but it isn't close to being clingy. He doesn't want to sound rude, but he likes his personal space ─ which everybody understands. But that had surprised you when you first met him cause you actually thought he would be the type to be clingy like your close friend, Sunoo.

Jungwon was sitting on a sofa in the dressing room, hearing how everyone was already leaving the stadium along with the staffs walking past the room. He sank into the couch as he was stretching, relieving all the stress he had done on stage. But he was happy that he made people smile, cheerful, and most of all ─ having fun during the show.

Jungwon hasn't seen you in months, yet your voice always appears in his head like a replayed song. Every time he opens his camera roll, there are always pictures of you that pops up first in the photo library. He hates the feeling of being impatient. He couldn't wait, and he sure doesn't want to wait another four months to see you either.

"Jungwon, you got a visitor." one of the members called out. He was confused as he heard them, but he got up and walked over towards the members direction.

Jungwon walked inside an empty lounge area where the members stood, "Who is it?-" Jungwon turned his head to a surprise, causing him to smile ─ exposing his dimples.

"Jungwonnie!" you exclaimed as you ran to wrap your arms around him. Your guys' hug lasted more than a few seconds before you guys moved away.

Before Jungwon say anything, he waited for the members to walk away so you guys could have space. When they did, he turned to face you, "When did you get here?" Jungwon cocked his head to the side curiously.

"I arrived a few hours before the concert. I wanted to come here to surprise you!" You placed your suitcase to the side but before you could turn to face him fully, he had already wrapped his arms around you, making you gasp in suprise.

You felt his nose brush against your neck along with his fingertips caressing your back. "I've missed you so much." his voice was soft, ─ barely a whisper as his lips brushed against your neck.

Your lips curved into a smile before you placed a long, sweet, tender kiss on his forehead. "I've missed you too, wonnie."

He didn't want to leave your side just yet. He wanted this moment to last longer ─ forever. Hes happy that you're back with him ─ by his side. He's just happy that he gets to feel your warm touch even if he doesn't like very close proximity, but you made him this way ─ clingy I should say.

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sunooluuvr · 27 days ago

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───── FOUND IN THE QUIET 西村力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ a fun game of hide and seek with your best friend and his members leads to more ｡｡

FLUFF & wc. 1770 + / friends to lovers , kissing , skinship , silly teasing ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

you knew coming to visit the boys at the hybe building tonight meant chaos. you just didn’t expect to be yanked into a full on game of hide and seek, the kind that turned grown men into giggling messes and sparked more adrenaline than any concert stage.

“losers hide, winners seek,” heeseung declared proudly after destroying everyone at rock-paper-scissors.

“that’s rigged,” you muttered under your breath. “nope,” sunghoon grinned, flicking your forehead. “that’s karma for showing up late. start running, y/n.”

you were still grumbling when riki stepped behind you, leaned close enough for his voice to brush your ear, and murmured, “come with me.”

you turned to look at him. his usual nonchalant smirk lingering at the edge of his lips, but his hand found yours so quickly, so smoothly, it caught you off guard. “hold on—”

he tugged you with him, running down the hallway like this was the olympics and not a dumb game. you couldn’t stop laughing, stumbling behind him as your shoes squeaked against the polished floor.

“where are we going?” you whisper yelled. “you’ll see.”

the building was dim, most of the overhead lights turned off since hours had passed since practice ended. there was something surreal about running through hybe in the dark, with only rikis hand in yours and your heartbeat thundering in your ears.

finally, he slowed near the end of a hallway and pushed open a barely visible door.

“storage?” you asked and he just winked. “the one no one ever checks.”

you slipped inside after him and he carefully eased the door shut behind you. the moment it closed, darkness swallowed the space completely. no windows. no light. just faint outlines of mats, rolled wires, and your own uneven breathing…and his. right behind you.

“okay,” you whispered, lips barely moving. “now what?”

“we wait.”

so you wait. for a while, it’s quiet. your arms brush occasionally. his shoulder leans into yours. every small shift feels like the room gets even smaller. you try to distract yourself, think about the game, about the ridiculous punishments heeseung probably has planned for the losers but your thoughts keep drifting back to riki. how he still hasn’t let go of your hand. you’re not even sure he realizes it.

now the footsteps come. closer. louder. “check down here!” jake yells. “someone go near the back rooms!”

you tense instinctively and rikis hand tightens slightly around yours and then…panic. someone jiggles the doorknob.

you gasp softly, too loudly, and immediately feel rikis hands move. one slides around your waist, pulling you gently backward until your back hits his chest. you barely breathe.

your hands instinctively reach for something, anything, and end up grasping the front of his hoodie, clinging there. you can feel his breath against your temple now, warm and shallow. he doesn’t speak, but you feel the way his fingers rest on your hip. firm, steady, grounding.

suddenly, you feel him lean in.

his lips press against yours. it’s not rushed. not a “shut up” kiss like in dramas. it’s quiet, careful, like he’s been holding it in for too long and now he’s scared to mess it up.

you freeze for a second. not because you’re shocked, but because…oh. this isn’t a game…this means something.

your heart beats so fast, you think he might feel it. his thumb gently brushes your cheek, anchoring you, and your lips respond, softly, instinctively, moving with his in that dark, hidden place where the only light is whatever’s burning in your chest.

when he pulls back, you don’t speak. neither does he. you’re both still pressed together, forehead to forehead, your fingers still twisted in his hoodie.

“…sorry,” he finally whispers. “i didn’t mean to—actually, no. i did but not like that. not just because we were hiding.” you feel him start to step back like he’s about to let go, so you speak before he can.

“you kiss everyone you hide with?” you say softly, voice teasing but trembling a little. he laughs under his breath. “only the one i’ve been falling in love with since before i even realized it.” you blink. the silence stretches.

“i know it’s dumb timing,” he says quickly. “i’m supposed to be an idol. we’re always being watched. you’re my best friend. i probably just ruined everything but my goodness, y/n, i’ve been trying not to say it for months.”

you feel the words settle in your chest. heavy, warm, and real. he shifts slightly, like he’s waiting for rejection. or worse..awkward silence but you don’t give him either. you slide your hand up, finding the side of his jaw in the dark. you brush your thumb along his skin.

“i love you too, riki.”

you feel him tense then completely melt. his arms wrap around you tighter, pressing you into him like he’s scared you’ll vanish. his head dips into your neck and he just holds you there, breathing you in.

“you mean it?” he asks, his voice muffled and tiny.

“i wouldn’t have said it otherwise,” you whisper, smiling even though he can’t see it.

and then, suddenly—

“FOUND YOU!” the door slams open. bright light floods the room and you both jolt, arms still tangled, faces flushed.

“ohhhhhh,” sunoo cackles from the doorway. “what is this?”

“wait..did they just—” jungwons eyes go wide as the rest of the boys peek around the corner.

“oh my,” heeseung groans. “this is what happens when we let riki hide unsupervised.”

riki groans and hides his face in your shoulder. “we’re never going to hear the end of this.”

“nope,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around him anyway. “never.”

but honestly? you don’t care. not when his fingers are still laced with yours. not when his heart is still racing against your chest. not when the best game of hide and seek just turned into something you’d both been quietly hoping for all along.

but the next day, the teasing starts before you even walk through the practice room door.

“don’t kiss her in the supply closet this time, romeo!” jake shouts the moment he spots riki turning the corner, causing nearly everyone in the room to whip their heads around.

your face burns. riki, on the other hand? just groans and pulls his hoodie over his head dramatically. “i hate all of you.”

“no you don’t,” sunghoon grins. “you just hate that we found you mid makeout.”

“it wasn’t a makeout!” riki grumbles, now red faced, tugging at the strings of his hoodie. “it was literally like ten seconds.”

“ten seconds of scandal,” sunoo sings. “in the shadows. in the dark. in the arms of your best friend…”

“okay,” riki cuts him off, slumping next to you on the bench. “i get it, i lose.”

“honestly?” you laugh, elbowing him gently, “this is what you get for kissing me during a game.”

riki leans in, close enough for only you to hear. “would’ve kissed you with or without the game.” you feel your cheeks warm again. “you’re lucky I let you.”

“lucky?” he whispers, leaning closer, lips brushing your ear. “i think i hit jackpot.”

you don’t even get the chance to come up with a witty reply before jay tosses a water bottle at the back of rikis head. “no flirting while stretching!” he scolds like a gym teacher. “let’s go, lover boy!”

riki huffs and reluctantly stands, but not before reaching down and lacing his fingers through yours under the bench. his pinky stays hooked around yours for a second longer than necessary before he jogs to the middle of the room.

you try to focus on stretching too, but every time you glance up, rikis already staring at you. when you catch him? he smirks. little smug punk.

during warm ups, he “accidentally” ends up stretching next to you even though jungwon assigned partners. he tries to act casual, reaching down toward his toes, but then you feel his pinky brush yours again and again…and again.

“ki,” you whisper, giggling, “you’re not being slick.”

“i don’t care,” he shrugs, deadpan. “i have a girlfriend now. i’m legally allowed to touch you.”

“that’s not how law works.”

“i’ll ask our lawyer.” you roll your eyes but don’t pull your hand away.

later, while the boys run through choreography, you sit on the side reviewing footage and notes like usual, but your eyes keep drifting to riki. he’s focused, sharp, dancing like the stage is waiting. but when he catches you watching?

he winks. WINKS. then pretends he didn’t. the worst part is, everyone sees it.

“riki, your legs are late on that spin!” jungwon calls out, voice tight.

“yeah, maybe cause he’s too busy flirting with his audience of one,” heeseung chimes in, pointing at you dramatically. you throw your hands up, laughing, but riki just shrugs again like he’s completely innocent.

then at water break, when no one’s paying attention, he walks behind you, grabs your wrist gently, and tugs you into the hallway just outside the room.

“ki—”

he cuts you off with a kiss, soft and sweet. a little salty from sweat but still full of all the things you felt last night in that dark little storage room.

when he pulls away, his smile is shy but proud. “sorry,” he says, completely not sorry, “i just missed you.”

you blink, “you’ve been staring at me for the past two hours.”

“exactly,” he says, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “and it wasn’t enough.” your heart stumbles a little. “you’re really all in now, huh?”

he grins that signature lazy grin. “i was all in before you even knew. you just finally gave me the green light.”

you laugh and shake your head, letting your forehead rest against his for a second. he smells like fabric softener and too many skipped showers. “i’m glad i did,” you murmur. he kisses your forehead once, then your temple. and just when he goes in for your lips again—

“HEY!” sunoo screeches from inside the practice room. “ARE YOU KISSING HER AGAIN?!”

“REALLY,” jake groans, “GET A ROOM, JUST NOT THE STORAGE ONE.”

riki groans and buries his face in your shoulder. “i’m actually never living this down.” you laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist. “you really aren’t.”

yet he still kisses your cheek before letting go. when you both walk back into the room, hand in hand this time, no more hiding, riki doesn’t flinch at the teasing.

because for the first time, he gets to be your boyfriend and nothing in the world, not even a hundred relentless members, can ruin that for him.

⋆｡°✩ @cheruphic @liwinly @chrrific @hyukabean @ijustwannareadstuff20 @jellyluv4eva @heekolazz @soona-huh @hoonprksung @sunhrtss

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sunooluuvr · 27 days ago

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Mine, mine, mine

You got control of me, baby? ─. Vampire bf! riki x fem! reader

~ synopsis. riki with grilled fangs. thats it. thats the plot

.⋆♱ warnings! description of sharp objects and blood

~ genre. fluff skinship est. relationship

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"Stop." Riki's monotone voice cuts through the comfortable silence in your bedroom and interrupts your prodding. He turns his head away and grabs your curious fingers that have been pushing up his lips.

"Ayeee, don't be a baby. I just wanna see." You say pulling your hand out of his gentle grasp so you can continue to attempt to pull at his upper lip.

He turns his head again.

You've been trying to get a look at his teeth, more importantly his fangs, for 30 minutes now. You'd caught him at his most vulnerable hour, when he's hungry. Riki is pretty good about regulating his hunger. He doesn't give into his most carnivorous desires, instead he's stocked up on blood bags. They're not the best thing in the world, but they do the job and they're pretty good at times. With the blood bags, he's tame– well, at least emotionally.

Parts of his superhuman body, don't typically take kindly to Riki's new vegan style of life. Yes, his hunger is satisfied, but it's not through the natural way vampires are designed for. Vampires are built to feed on humans and animals, which is why they have fangs. Instead, of hunting down prey and puncturing their skin with his knife-like teeth, he's sitting here in your bed sipping on a blood bag like a Capri sun.

Even though he is technically feeding, his body is still in drive, prepared to hunt, chase, puncture, and drink. The ache in his teeth has dulled, but he can't get them to retract. They probably won't until he's completely satisfied and who knows how long that'll take.

You had, unfortunately, been here to witness the beginnings of your boyfriend's insufferable supernatural body alert him that he was due for a drink.

You had watched him grow increasingly more and more restless as he tried to focus on a game he had been playing in the living room. You'd always known what he was, so of course you had at least some guesses as to why he kept holding his cheek like he'd had a tooth ache and was shifting positions 10 times in a minute.

Although you had known Riki was a creature of the night, whose nature was to drink the blood of unsuspecting victims. You'd never seen what he's like when his time to feed rolls around. So, when he let out a string of curses as his canines suddenly shot out and extended from his mouth, you were curious to say the least.

Which brings us to the present. The sun set an hour ago and the only noise in your room is from the bustling city below your apartment. You're situated on top of him, straddling his lap and fighting sleep, as he sits up against the headboard of your bed, half empty blood bag in one hand, and your wrist grasped in the other.

"Just let me see!" You huffed, wriggling your wrist free from his strong grip, yet again. You interlock your fingers with his and push his hand down to rest on his stomach, while you scoot closer to him.

"You're gonna hurt yourself. Leave my teeth alone, you freak." He screws his eyes shut and turns away from you. However, a laugh escapes his lips as he tries to evade your hands reaching up for his face. He wonders how low you must be running on sleep to be this delirious.

"Says you! C'mon please! I've never seen your fangs before. I'll only look, I won't touch, I promise!" You laugh along with him, releasing your hold on his hand as you take his face in your hands. He tightens his lips into a straight line, sealing away the treasures you seek inside.

"Pleaseeeeee." You draw out with a pout and looking right into his eyes with a gaze that should be illegal. You've got him trapped under your weight, staring at him with glossed over eyes that are wide with curiosity and admiration, and droopy with sleep.

Even though Riki possess all the strength and more to quickly and effortlessly escape from your hold and throw you off of him, he never seems to find the will to do so. He so often finds himself tripping face first into your every need. He folds under zero pressure for you. Like right now.

"Look don't touch." He mumbles through squished cheeks and rolls his eyes even though his skin is on fire and his dead heart lurches at the sight of your bright smile.

"Okay, Okay, now open!" Your voice is excited but hushed, as if Riki is about to reveal a heart kept secret. You scoot up closer in your excitement. Riki sets his blood bag aside on your nightstand and uses his now free hand to rest on your waist.

He reluctantly opens his mouth and bares his teeth. He almost shivers as your hands slowly trail from his cheek to his jaw, and to his chin. He silently watches you lower your head and lean in close to inspect his extended fangs.

You're in absolute awe.

As weird as it sounds, Riki's teeth are beautiful. Yes, you'd seen him smile before, but this is the first time you've seen his fangs. A part of him that's shunned by the outside world. And, my god, for all the wrong reasons.

His fangs were sculpted and gleaming white. Needle-sharp and deadly. They're longer than you expected them to be. Even more devastating–

They're grilled in silver.

"Are those silver grills on your fangs!?" You gasp. "Is that a thing? Is there, like, a vampire dentists-slash-jeweler I should know about?"

The silver catches in the light of your dimly lit room, etched with the tiniest designs– runes maybe? Or just something expensive looking and smug, like he knew exactly how ridiculously gorgeous he would look with weaponized jewelry in his mouth.

Riki scoffs beneath you, he'd probably have something smart to say if it weren't for you holding his mouth open like a dentist.

You weren't paying any attention to his response, you're completely enthralled by his fangs, tiny blades dipped in moonlight. The silver plates ran from the root of his teeth and all the way down to the tip, probably making them even sharper than they were originally. You wondered if they were as sharp as they look, would they be warm or cold to the touch like him.

You know you said you wouldn't, but you can't stop yourself. Your finger trails from his lip to the point of the grill. Like sleeping beauty to a spinning wheel, you prick your finger and flinch away.

You look up at Riki with wide panic filled eyes like a kid who just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. You're still a breath away from each other. He gives you a dead pan look.

"Alright, you're done." He says flatly, both of your wrists now caged in one hand like its nothing. His other hand brushes his thumb over the small amount of blood beading at your fingertip, then stills.

"No! It was an accident, I swear!" You try to reason. "I didn't think you were that sharp!"

He gives you a look. "I told you not to touch for this exact reason and they're literally knives in my mouth. What did you expect?"

You ignore him and lean in again anyway, eyes already dropping to his lips. "Just one more look."

"No."

"Rikiiiiii-"

"No."

You groan and deflate into his chest, hands still encaged by one of his. Your face nuzzles into the crook of his neck; his blonde hair tickles your cheek. "You're so mean to me. Just say you hate me." You mutter into the skin of his neck.

Riki's body shakes with gentle laughter at your dramatics. "Mean to you? I just let you poke around in my mouth and touch up on my teeth."

You sit up suddenly, wide eyed, and pressing your hands to his chest like you've just come to a sudden realization. Riki raises his brows at you. "I have questions."

"Oh brother," Riki lets his head fall back against the headboard, eyes closed, like he's praying for strength. You know he's not actually fed up with you because of the way his thumb rubs aimless circles on your wrist.

"Do all vampires have grills on their fangs? Like, is this a fashion trend among you guys? Or is this, like, standard issue for vampires? Wait, do the other guys have them– Does Sunghoon have grills too!?"

That gets his eyes open fast. He lifts his head to give you a flat, withering look.

"Please don't talk about another man's mouth while you're on top of me."

You burst out laughing, falling forward until your head rests on his shoulder again. "Okay, sorry, sorry." You manage between giggles, your forehead pressed to his shoulder as you try to catch your breath. Your body shakes with the remnants of laughter, but it's tapering now. Fading into soft exhales.

The coolness of Riki's skin under your cheek, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the cool, familiar scent of his skin starts to lull you. Your limbs feel heavier now, molded to his like you belong there. You shift against him with a soft sigh, your eyelids fluttering heavy as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, your body draped over his like a sleepy cat who has absolutely no intention of moving.

"... You good?" he asks, voice low, fingers absent mindedly tracing slow, calming circles into your back.

"Mhm," you hum, the sound muffled into his shirt. You nestle in closer, shifting your weight to settle more comfortably across his lap like maybe you live here now. "You're really comfy. I might die here."

"I mean," He says dryly, brushing his nose against your hair, "I am kind of a coffin."

You let out a sleepy laugh. Your lips curling against his neck. And that's when, soft and sleepy and tucked against his throat like it's the safest place on earth, you murmur between a yawn. "I wish I had fangs like yours."

You shift away from his neck, just to rest your head on his shoulder to see his face. Your hand moves lazily. Fingertips drifting up to his mouth again, tracing his bottom lip with the same kind of reverence you'd use touching something ancient and holy. You gently pull the soft curve of it downward and watch it spring back into place, a quiet little bounce that makes your lips tug into a smile.

Riki doesn't reply right away.

Instead, he just looks at you. You, in his lap, unbothered and practically purring. You, sleepily trailing your finger over the mouth that've hurt people. You, tracing the silver dipped weapons in his jaw like they're nothing more than pretty ornaments. Admiring him for the very things he's learned to hide.

You should be afraid. Or atleast wary. But instead you're smiling and caressing him like he's something sacred.

And somehow, that undoes him more than hunger ever could.

Your finger continues its slow descent. From his lips to the sharp line of his chin, then ghosting down the hollow of his throat. You pause slightly at his Adam's apple, watching it bob as he swallows at your touch. You trail down again and let your hand rest on the center of his chest, where the rise and fall of his breath is calm, steady, and all yours.

Riki swears he can feel his undead heart trying to start back up again.

Riki hums faintly below you, amused and fond. "Mmm... I don't think you want teeth like mine."

"Maybe if I did," You murmer sleepily, lips brushing against his throat, "you'd listen to me more."

Then without thinking, because thinking takes too much energy when you're this tired and this in love, you press your lips to his neck and give him the gentlest, laziest bite. Not hard enough to leave anything behind, just enough to make him flinch slightly and laugh under his breath.

"Did you just-?" he begins, disbelieving.

The only response he gets from you is a soft giggle, and a kiss to his neck.

"You’re really tempting fate right now,” he warns, voice softer than the threat suggests.

"Mmm... Am I though?" you say, eyes close, but eyebrows raised.

He shifts suddenly—just enough to roll you onto your back, his hand braced beside your head as he leans over you. His blonde hair falls forward in wisps, shadowing his eyes, and his mouth is inches from your neck. His breath ghosts over your skin.

He bares his teeth.

Not biting. Just hovering.

You can feel the cold, sharp points of his fangs—still covered in silver—pressing lightly against the fragile skin just beneath your jaw. Not enough to break skin. Just enough to make your breath hitch.

Your fingers instinctively clutch at his shirt.

“Riki…” you breathe, not afraid—never afraid—but caught somewhere between a laugh and a shiver.

You're trying to pull him closer.

He doesn’t move for a moment. Just stays there, barely touching you, savoring the feel of your pulse racing beneath his mouth. It’s not about hunger. It’s about something else. Something bolder. Something harder to name.

Then he pulls back with a satisfied hum, pressing a feather-light kiss to the exact spot his fangs had hovered.

“Brat,” he mutters fondly.

You mumble something back, but it’s incomprehensible. Sleep is winning now.

"Says you..." he thinks is what you say.

And Riki… doesn’t move. He shifts only to settle beside you, one arm tucked under your head, the other wrapped firmly around your waist as you curl into his chest. Your breathing evens out quickly, soft and slow and completely at peace in his hold.

He stays awake.

Of course he does. He doesn’t need sleep—not like you do.

Instead, he watches.

Watches the way your fingers twitch slightly against his side as you dream. Watches the way your face softens, lashes resting on flushed cheeks. Watches the way your lips part just slightly, like you were still on the verge of saying something smart before sleep finally stole you away from him.

He’s used to being alone at night, but tonight it feels different. Full. Quiet in a way that makes his chest ache.

The possessiveness coils low and warm in his gut—protective, reverent, not ugly. You’re here. In bed with him. In his arms. And you don’t flinch from his fangs or the coldness in his skin. You wear your affection for him out loud, loud enough to drown out the silence he’s lived with for years.

He presses a kiss to your hairline and whispers like a secret, "Mine."

And then he stays like that until morning, still and watchful, while the world outside keeps on spinning.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧!)ᯓ★

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sunooluuvr · 30 days ago

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lions den

SUMMARY: yang jungwon has never liked yn. he doesn't like how loud he is, he doesn't like how he disrupts class to make stupid jokes, and jungwon DEFINITELY doesn't like how kissable his lips are.

i totally have no idea who sunoo could POSSIBLY like ❤️

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sunooluuvr · 1 month ago

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𓂃 ࣪⋆🪞˚ ༘ the replacement game ⋆ 유지민

in which the cold, untouchable heiress to the yu group is used to getting what she wants and never letting anyone see her weaknesses. but when her ex-girlfriend flaunts her new relationship, karina does something reckless: she asks the cute barista from her favorite cafe to pretend to be her new girlfriend.

starring. chaebol!yu jimin x barista!reader

word count. 2.5k

genre. kinda rebound??!reader , fake dating , angst , non idol au , a little bit of fluff

part 1 part 2

the espresso machine hisses like an angry cat as you wipe down the counter. the café's afternoon lull has settled in, sunlight streaming through the windows in lazy golden streaks. you're restocking the cinnamon when the bell chimes with an unusual violence.

karina storms in, her usually perfect appearance disheveled — hair slightly messy, the collar of her black dior blazer crooked. her louboutons click sharply against the tile as she struts towards the counter.

"double espresso. now." her voice sharp.

you raise an eyebrow but say nothing, turning to prepare her usual. the silence stretches, thick with tension. when you slide the cup toward her, you notice her hands are trembling.

"someone woke up on the wrong side of their penthouse this morning," you tease.

karina's dark eyes flash as she flicks up from her phone. "do I pay you to psychoanalyze me?"

"no, you pay me for overpriced caffeine," you counter, nodding to the untouched croissant from her last visit still sitting in the display case. "though apparently not to actually eat anything."

"not hungry," she mutters, taking a sip and immediately wincing. "christ, that's bitter."

you raise an eyebrow. "you order the same thing every time. since when do you care about bitter?"

"my ex is dating someone new," she blurts out.

oh.

you quickly close your mouth before things get too awkward and nod sympathetically.

"ah. how long were you two—"

"four days." she slams the cup down, espresso sloshing over the rim. "it's been four fucking days since we broke up."

the raw pain in her voice makes you pause. you're about to respond when the door chimes again. karina goes rigid, her spine straightening like she's been electrocuted.

"well well, look who's here."

the voice drips with venom. you turn to see a stunning woman in head-to-toe chanel saunter in, arm linked with a gorgeous girl who looks fresh off a runway.

"yuna, this is where jimin drowns her sorrows," soojin announces loudly, stroking her new girlfriend's arm. "the coffee's mediocre but it's... cute, i guess."

karina's fingers tighten around her cup so hard you hear the porcelain creak. you see it then — the moment her heartbreak curdles into something darker, sharper.

an idea sparks in her eyes. before you can react, karina's hand shoots out to grasp yours across the counter, her grip almost painful.

"jagiya," she says suddenly, too loud, her voice dripping with false sweetness, "didn't you say you were off at three?" her thumb strokes your knuckles in a mockery of affection. "let's get out of here."

soojin's perfectly sculpted eyebrows shoot up. "oh how cute. you replaced me already?" she tsks, examining you like a piece of flawed merchandise. "though i'd expected better from you, jimin."

you open your mouth to protest, but karina beats you to it.

"actually," she purrs, leaning into your space until you catch the scent of her expensive perfume — rose and something darker, "we've been seeing each other for weeks." her smile is all sharp edges. "guess i wasn't as broken up about us as you thought."

the lie hangs in the air, thick as the coffee grounds clogging the espresso filter. you should pull away. you should call her out.

but karina’s fingers were shaking, and her eyes — god, her eyes looked so hurt.

soojin's laughter rings hollow. "pathetic." she drags her girlfriend toward the door, tossing over her shoulder, "have fun with your... little barista."

the bell jingles.

silence descends as karina's grip goes slack, her carefully constructed mask crumbling.

"i'm sorry," she mutters, avoiding your eyes. "that was— i shouldn’t have—"

you study her. the smudged mascara she'd tried to fix in haste, the way her bottom lip quivers before she bites it still.

"four days, huh?" you say softly.

karina nods, her throat working. "she was with this girl before we even..." her voice breaks.

a beat of silence passes. then you make your decision.

"well," you sigh, grabbing a pen and scribbling your number on a napkin, "if we're going to sell this, you'll need to actually take me out." you slide it toward her. "dinner. tomorrow. and you're paying."

karina stares at the napkin like it might bite her. when she finally looks up, there's something like hope warring with the hurt in her dark eyes.

"eight o'clock," she says, her voice regaining some of its usual steel. "don't be late."

as she strides out, you realize two things:

one, you've just agreed to the worst idea in dating history.

two, the way your heart races when she smiles at you — really smiles — is going to be a problem.

the bell chimes again as the door closes, leaving you alone with the bitter aftertaste of coffee and the sinking feeling you've just made a deal with the karina yu.

you stand in front of your closet for forty five minutes, which is ridiculous.

it isn’t a real date. karina is just using you to make her ex jealous.

yet here you are, holding up your only nice dress, wondering if the black one makes you look too serious.

a car horn blares outside.

you peek through the curtains — a sleek black town car idles at the curb, its windows tinted so dark you can’t see inside. your stomach flips.

the intercom buzzes.

"are you coming down," karina’s voice crackles through the speaker, "or should i send the driver up to drag you out?"

you roll your eyes but grab your jacket, taking one last look in the mirror and adjusting the neckline of your dress for the twentieth time.

karina leans against the car door when you step outside, dressed in a fitted black dress that probably costs more than your rent. her hair is perfectly styled again, her lips painted that same dangerous red. back to her untouchable self.

except — her fingers tap nervously against her thigh.

"you’re late," she says.

you check your phone. "it’s 7:59."

"exactly." she opens the car door. "get in."

the interior smells like leather and her perfume. you slide onto the seat, hyper-aware of how close she is.

karina eyes your outfit — the dark green dress you’ve finally picked, the boots you’ve shined just for this.

"you look…" she pauses. "nice."

you raise an eyebrow. "nice? that’s all?"

a smirk tugs at her lips. "don’t push your luck."

the restaurant is the kind of place you've only seen in movies — crystal chandeliers, waiters in tuxedos, tables so far apart they afford complete privacy. your platforms sink into the plush carpet as the waiter leads you both to a secluded corner table with a view of the city lights.

karina orders for both of you without asking.

"you’re bossy," you mutter.

she sips her wine. "you’ll live."

the food comes in tiny, artistic portions that somehow fill you up.

between courses, karina surprises you by actually asking questions — about your job, your family, even your stupid obsession with that baking competition show. the more she drinks, the softer her edges become. you catch her smiling at one of your dumb jokes, her cold facade cracking to reveal someone warm and quick-witted beneath.

halfway through dinner, your phone buzzes.

a text from your coworker:

jiheon dude. soojin just walked into the cafe asking where you were she looks PISSED 19:34

you show karina. her grip on her fork tightens.

"perfect," she says, too calm.

you frown. "you knew she’d go there?"

karina doesn’t answer. just flags down the waiter. "we’ll take dessert to go."

the car ride back was quiet.

when you pull up to your apartment, karina finally speaks.

"tomorrow. lunch at the hotel by her office." she won’t look at you. "she eats there every friday."

you cross your arms. "so this is just a game to you?"

karina’s jaw clenches. "you knew what this was."

"yeah. i did." you reach for the door handle. "but you could at least pretend i’m a person and not just a prop."

her head snaps up. for a second, she looks genuinely startled. then —

"i’m sorry." the words come out quiet, rough. "i… don’t do this often."

you pause. "do what?"

"any of it." she finally meets your eyes. "thank you. for tonight."

the sincerity throws you off balance.

karina reaches into her purse and pulls out a small box. "here."

inside is a delicate rose gold bracelet.

"too much?" she asks when you don’t speak.

you snort. "a little." but you put it on anyway.

karina smiles — a real one, small and unsure. it makes her look younger. softer.

"tomorrow," she says. "noon."

you get out of the car, but before you can walk away, she rolls down the window.

"wear the bracelet," she calls. then, quieter: "it looks good on you."

as the car pulls away, leaving you standing on the sidewalk, tracing the cool metal at your wrist. the bracelet is real. the dinner had been real. the way your heart raced when she smiled at you — that was terrifyingly real.

the bathroom lights at the grand hyatt are too bright, bouncing off the polished marble surfaces until everything feels too much, too exposed. you lean against the cool counter, adjusting the rose gold bracelet around your wrist — the one karina gave you last night. the tiny blue stones catch the light as you turn your wrist, sparkling like fragments of a secret.

the door swings open without warning.

soojin's reflection appears beside you in the mirror, her designer heels clicking sharply against the tile, her crimson lips curling into a smirk.

"that's a pretty bracelet," she muses, her voice dripping with false sweetness. she reaches out before you can react, her manicured fingers tracing the delicate silver chain. "jimin always did have good taste."

you force yourself to stay still, to not pull away. "it was a gift."

soojin's dark eyes flick up to meet yours in the mirror. her smile is all teeth. "of course it was. she gave me one just like it, you know." her nail taps against the largest diamond. "right before she got bored."

the words land like a punch to the gut, but you refuse to let it show. "wow," you deadpan, turning on the faucet just to have something to do with your hands. "how original of her."

soojin's smirk falters for just a second before she recovers. "i'm just trying to help you, sweetheart. jimin doesn't do real relationships." she leans closer, her perfume overwhelming your senses. "she'll toss you aside the second this little game of hers stops being—"

the door bursts open with enough force to make both of you jump.

karina stands framed in the doorway, her black dress a stark contrast against the bright bathroom. her chest rises and falls rapidly, like she ran here. her dark eyes dart between you and soojin, and something dangerous flashes across her face.

"am i interrupting?" her voice is low, controlled.

soojin straightens, smoothing her already perfect hair. "just having a little chat with your… what was it again? girlfriend?" she scoffs. "please."

karina steps forward, her heels echoing sharply in the tiled room. she doesn't break eye contact with soojin as she reaches for your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours. they're warm and slightly trembling.

"yes," karina says, the word final. "my girlfriend. and we're leaving."

she pulls you out before soojin can respond, her grip almost painfully tight as she leads you through the restaurant. the other diners' curious glances burn against your skin as you hurry past.

"jimin—" you start, using her real name without thinking.

she freezes midstep, her shoulders tensing. when she turns, her expression is unreadable. "you've never called me that before."

the valet brings the car around. karina doesn't let go of your hand until you're both inside, the door shutting with a quiet thud that feels too loud in the sudden silence.

the divider between you and the driver is up, sealing you in your own private world. the city lights streak past the tinted windows as the car pulls away, turning everything outside into a blur of color.

karina sits stiffly beside you, her fingers twisting the rings on her left hand — a nervous habit you've started to notice.

"whatever she told you," she finally says, her voice rough, "it's bullshit."

you study her profile in the dim light — the sharp line of her jaw, the way her long lashes cast shadows on her cheeks. "you don't owe me an explanation," you say softly. "this is fake, remember?"

karina turns then, her dark eyes searching yours. there's something raw in her gaze, something vulnerable that makes your breath catch. "is it?"

the question hangs between you, fragile and terrifying.

the car pulls up to your apartment building. neither of you moves.

karina exhales sharply through her nose. "i should go."

"yeah," you agree, but make no move to leave.

she doesn't call the driver. doesn't tell him to leave.

your fingers find the bracelet again, the metal warm from your skin.

"stay," you whisper before you can stop yourself.

karina stills. for a long moment, the only sound is the quiet hum of the car's engine.

"okay."

the word is so quiet you almost miss it.

she murmurs something to the driver, who nods and steps out of the car, giving you privacy. the streetlights outside flicker through the windows, painting karina's face in alternating gold and shadow.

"call me jimin," she whispers. "when it's just us… call me jimin."

the moment stretches, suspended in the quiet darkness of the car. karina jimin has never looked at you like this before. her dark eyes are unguarded, vulnerable in a way that makes your chest ache. her fingertips hover just inches from your cheek, trembling slightly, as if she’s afraid to bridge that final distance.

you don’t let her hesitate.

slowly, deliberately, you tilt your face into her palm.

the second your skin meets hers, she inhales sharply, her breath hitching. her touch is warm, her fingers smooth against your cheek —but there’s a rawness to the way she holds you, like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she presses too hard.

her thumb brushes the curve of your cheekbone, feather-light. "you’re real," she murmurs, more to herself than to you.

you lean further into her hand, your eyes fluttering shut for just a second. "yeah," you whisper. "i am."

something in her expression fractures.

and then, she kisses you.

it’s not gentle. it’s not sweet. it’s desperate, like she’s been holding her breath for years and only now remembers how to breathe. her fingers slide into your hair, cradling the back of your head as she pulls you closer. you taste the wine from dinner on her lips, the faintest hint of something bitter underneath — regret, maybe, or fear.

when she finally pulls back, her breathing is uneven. her forehead rests against yours, her eyes still closed.

"tell me this is real," she whispers.

your fingers find the collar of her dress, gripping the fabric like an anchor. "it’s real."

she exhales, long and shaky, before kissing you again.

seobluuu speaks 💬 lowk didnt realize this all happened within 2 days until i finished but let's just assume they went on more dates between the bracelet scene nd the soojin bathroom scene... i wrote this with a part 2 (maybe 3 as well) in mind so dont worry :ppp ok maybe worry since i'll take forever to upload the next part but u get what i mean 🥀

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