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Words Unsaid (Jungkook x OC)

Summary: Jungkook has something he wants to ask you, but the timing just never seems to sit right.

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Genre: Fluff

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 7.3 K

Warnings: none

A/N: This took longer than expected to post (but a surprisingly short amount of time to write). Savour it, for the angst will be back in full force next fic :D Takes place a couple of weeks after Unfinished Business and can be read standalone.

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Listen to: "thinking out loud" by ed sheeran

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The sun is near setting when lunch comes to a natural end. Namjoon places his credit card on the bill out of habit and, somewhat conscious that it’s not just the two of them here, Jungkook drops his on top of it.

“All good, kid.” Namjoon good-naturedly flicks Jungkook’s credit card off the bill just before the waiter picks it up.

Feeling Lia’s eyes on him, vaguely amused, Jungkook feels his ears heat up and quickly pockets his credit card. “What’s your plan for the rest of the day?” he asks, desperate to change the topic.

“Not much.” He shrugs. “Probably pick up some stuff at this store we saw earlier today, then maybe a walk down the Han if it gets cooler…” He turns slightly as Kaya returns to her seat, fluffing out her hair a bit.

“Seoul has never been this warm, has it?” she remarks. “I’m glad I cut my hair before I came here.”

“It should rain soon,” answers Lia, in her accented English. While her grasp on the language hadn’t necessarily been a surprise to Jungkook, the way it sounded - and how much he liked it - definitely was. She hadn’t ever spoken much English around him, for there was never much of a need, but when Kaya visited and they’d finally met, Jungkook discovered he was obsessed with her English accent. It made her sound older, unattainable and - ironically – more Korean.

“Maybe it will,” says Namjoon, nodding and looking out the glass windows at the sunlight.

“Maybe it will while you’re walking down the Han river,” points out Jungkook.

“Looking forward to it.”

“Oh, that reminds me - can we make a detour home before we head to the market?” Kaya asks him. “I need to pick up my power bank. My phone’s almost dead.”

Namjoon nods. “Sure. You guys need a ride?” he asks Jungkook and Lia.

“Oh -” They exchange a look, for they were dropped by a company car after Jungkook finished filming a promo. “Actually, yeah,” says Lia, nodding. “We also need to stop by, uh, Jungkook’s house for a minute. You’ll want to change, I guess?”

Jungkook nods mutely, his neck getting hot again. He avoids Namjoon’s eyes; the older member’s subtle questioning a couple of days ago, about how serious is this getting, had been one thing. That, coupled with the abrupt way he and Lia had stopped talking when Jungkook had returned from the men’s room earlier during lunch, made him uneasily conscious that something was still unsaid.

They head out of the restaurant, waiting until Namjoon’s car is brought out by the valet before ducking inside quickly, Kaya in the driver’s seat and Namjoon in the passenger seat next to her. Jungkook notices a few phones out in the open and pointed towards them as they drive away.

“See you tomorrow!” Lia waves at them as they drive away from the porch of Jungkook’s building in Hannam-dong, where his new penthouse sits tucked into the top floor. As the car disappears around a corner, both of them turn around and head inside together.

In the lift, Jungkook watches the numbers increase, his hands in his pockets and his bottom lip between his teeth. The words are there, somewhere, in moments at the tip of his tongue and in others, so far away that they may as well be someone else’s.

“Hey.”

He’s jerked out of his reverie. “Yeah.”

Lia is looking at him, frowning slightly. “Everything okay? You’ve barely said two words since we left.”

“I’m fine,” he answers as the lift stops and they step out, the doors opening right in front of his apartment. “I just, uh…” He pats his pockets and pauses. “... forgot my keys. I think. Shit.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she mutters easily, reaching into her small sling bag for her own keyring and selecting the shiniest one. “This is when it helps to have a spare set with someone else,” she points out.

Jungkook nods sheepishly and steps aside so she can unlock the door to his home. “Actually, Lia…” He takes a deep breath as Namjoon’s face swims to the forefront of his mind, the familiar raised eyebrow and chin tilted upward that, irritatingly knowing but unwilling to give him the answer. No, he would want Jungkook to come up with the answer himself.

He clears his throat as Lia pauses. “Yeah?”

“Um, I was wondering -” He shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Just say it. Say it. He makes the mistake of glancing at her again, her raised eyebrows and - to his slight anxiety - hopeful expression.

Shit.

“Would you, um… do you think you would you like to…”

Come on now, Jungkook, Namjoon would say sternly. Say it already.

“... try a beef bulgogi tonight? I know we usually do pizza on Sunday nights but I saw this recipe online and I really wanted to try it. Plus, we won’t even have to shop - we have that fillet in the freezer so part of the work is really already done, if you think about it…”

He’s rambling, he knows, but it’s only to try and distract himself from the annoyance at himself as well as the brief but clear disappointment in her expression. Her shoulders fall slightly and she bites her lip, turning back to the door and pushing it open halfway.

“Beef bulgogi sounds great,” she says finally, looking up at him after a moment’s hesitation, and giving him a small smile. “Thanks.”

He follows her inside, still deflated. Lia goes straight to the fridge for a bottle of cold water while he heads into his room, shedding his t-shirt on the way. Turning on the bathroom light, he grabs his facewash from the wall-mounted shelf, half-stocked with haircare products, face scrubs, masks, serums and a tub of scrunchies and claw clips. A Dior perfume he’d gifted her earlier this year was also there next to his own Calvin Klein cologne.

Realising he’s been staring at her belongings for over a minute with emulsified facewash on his face, he quickly scrubs it off and hurries out, passing by her chest of drawers next to the closets.

Jungkook wishes he wasn’t such a coward. He wishes he had the exact right words and that his mouth moved on its own to deliver the message to her. She’d helped him set up the apartment when he’d moved in last month; most of her belongings are here, she returns here more often than not after work, half the groceries in the pantry are stocked by her. She has a set of keys, she uses his extra parking space - but none of it matters as long as it’s still Jungkook’s house.

In the kitchen, Lia is standing by the counter with a bowl of watermelon in front of her, scrolling on her phone. She looks up when he enters.

“I cut the other half that was in the fridge,” she informs him. “Rest of it is inside.”

He swallows. “Thanks.”

Jungkook doesn’t know what he would do without her. The house feels far too big and empty when she isn’t around and he wishes there were some way for her to get that message without him having to spell it out.

But if you do spell it out, comes Namjoon’s voice again, what’s the worst that could happen.

She could say no and then I could die, he thinks, shuddering.

He stands on the opposite side of the counter and leans over to examine the pink fruit. Lia raises an eyebrow and pops a piece into his mouth.

“Wow. Sweet,” he comments, voice slightly muffled.

She half-chuckles and nods, going back to her phone and taking a piece as well.

Say it. But is this really the moment? Does there need to be a moment? What would that moment even look like? What would she want that moment to -

“Kook,” says Lia, slowly placing her phone down. “I was thinking… I’ve been coming over here after work the last few days. And I’ll probably be here tomorrow as well, so…” She bites her lip.

“Yes,” whispers Jungkook breathlessly. If Lia were to ask the question - nothing like it. No chance of rejection, no scope for awkwardness. Of course, if any of the guys got wind of the fact that she had been the one to ask, they wouldn’t let him live it down, especially Jimin. Suddenly, he half-hopes she isn’t asking.

“Do you think it would be weird if, you know…”

Holy shit. Screw Jimin and his opinions. Despite a crappy first date a year ago, if this is really how far they’ve come since then, he should consider himself the luckiest man in the world. Unexpectedly, Jungkook’s heart begins to race.

“… if I went home on Monday evening? It’s been a while and I have an important meeting on Tuesday and all my blazers are at home so in a way, I have to…”

Jungkook nods mutely, barely hearing her, for his heart is hammering so loudly he can hear it in his teeth. It occurs to him that Lia might have been anticipating the same question and subsequently felt the same disappointment, and it only serves to make him feel worse.

“… take my car, too. Jungkook?”

He looks up warily, irrationally worried his shame might be written on his forehead for her to see, possibly triggering her to pull the plug on this entire thing, this whole relationship, to save herself the embarrassment of dating a silly pop star who can’t string six words together -

“Hm?”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’m fine,” he chokes. “Thanks for the, uh, the fruit.”

Lia raises her eyebrows, but there’s a flash of knowing in her eyes. Not wanting to decipher it, for there’s no telling where his mind will take him, he shakes his head slightly and leans forward, kissing her on the cheek.

It doesn’t end there. Later that evening, Jungkook is still reeling from his horrendous inability to pluck up the courage to ask his girlfriend a simple question. The general mood between them seems to have gone back to normal, somewhat, but it nags at the corner of his mind.

They are heading to the executive floor gym in his building, accessible only to the handful of residents on the top floor, when another opportunity seemingly presents itself.

It’s a glorious workout in one of the best gyms in the country; in fact, Jungkook is rather upfront about it being one of the main reasons he chose to buy a property in this particular building in Hannam-dong. Towards the end of a particularly difficult set of reps on the bench press station, Jungkook looks up to see a face, upside down and hovering above him.

“Shit!” he gasps, gripping the barbell tightly so it doesn’t fall on him.

Eunwoo grins. “What’s up? Wasn’t expecting to see you here today.”

“I could’ve died,” points out Jungkook, sitting up and giving him a friendly dap. “No, Lia wanted to work out, too, and it’s been a, uh… somewhat stressful day.”

“Yeah?” Eunwoo, also sweating and glowing, looks around the gym with his hands on his hips. “Lia is here? Oh, there she is…” He nods at the treadmills where she’s jogging fast, AirPods in and the rest of the world shut out.

They chat for a bit about nothing in particular, catching their breath. Somewhere during the conversation, while they’re at the water station and filling up tiny glasses with fruit-infused ice water, Jungkook wonders if the time has truly come to pick another’s brain. Eunwoo is a good friend and they’ve known each other a while, but it would be the first time he’s actively confided in someone else about his love life. From his experience, it could go either way.

While he’s pondering this, Eunwoo nods and flashes a smile at something over his shoulder.

“Hey, guys.” Lia walks over and pours herself a glass. Her skin pale and glowing, her cheeks flushed lusciously. The ends of her high ponytail stick to her damp collarbones and Jungkook bites his lip without thinking, ridiculously attracted to her at the moment.

“Noona, do you agree with JK’s plan of building a home gym?” Eunwoo asks, seamlessly continuing their discussion. “It’s going to be so much maintenance of equipment,” he tells him, shaking his head.

“Really?” Lia turns to Jungkook, frowning. “When did that happen? I thought you were happy with this gym.”

“I am - and I’m not planning on building a home gym,” he clarifies, suddenly anxious with both sets of eyes on him. “I was just discussing the merits of possibly having one.”

“Such as?”

“Well… privacy, for one. I know the building has good security but they're also fairly lax with allowances,” he points out, not wanting to specify the incident last week that had prompted this train of thought, when he was half-certain he’d spotted someone pointing their phone at him and Lia.

“Allowances? You mean guests?” Eunwoo wrinkles his nose. “They don’t allow guests in here.”

“Yes, they do.”

“No, they don’t. They don’t allow anybody but residents in the gym.”

There’s a brief but painful pause following his words.

“They do, actually,” says Lia.

“I don’t think so.”

“Yes, they do,” adds Jungkook tightly, glaring at Eunwoo and moving his eyes deliberately in Lia’s direction, hoping to God he’ll drop it.

Eunwoo frowns slowly, apparently working this out. “What?” he mutters, shaking his head at Jungkook. “No, I’m just saying… wait, how are you so sure?”

“Because I’m technically a guest,” says Lia lightly.

“You are?” Eunwoo raises his eyebrows. “But I thought you were - oh.” To Jungkook’s horror, a blush creeps up his friend’s face. Lia goes still next to him and it takes every ounce of Jungkook’s strength to not turn in her direction.

For the next few seconds or so, the three of them stand there in silence, scarcely making a movement.

“Excuse me? May I?”

“Yes! Of course, of course -” Jungkook immediately blurts out while Eunwoo practically trips over himself to take a step back and make way for another patron.

“I’m going to stretch and cool down for a bit,” says Lia, touching Jungkook’s shoulder. “How far along are you?”

“Oh, I still have a bit to finish,” he answers, a bit apologetically. “I was going to box for a bit before ending with cardio.”

“That’s fine, I'll just head back h- uh, to your place and shower… if that’s okay?”

Not least because she hasn’t needed to ask such a question in months, Jungkook nods wordlessly. She gives him a small smile and moves away, and Jungkook watches her leave before turning back around to see Eunwoo giving him a look.

“Shut up,” he mutters.

Eunwoo chuckles as they head over to the boxing bag. “Man, I am so sorry about that. I really thought you’d asked her to move in with you - I thought part of the reason you bought a new house was because you wanted her to move in. You were asking about bathrooms with his-and-her sinks, man. What happened?”

“Okay, first of all, I only asked if you’ve ever seen one in real life - not that I wanted one,” he corrects immediately, strapping on his gloves while Eunwoo gets behind the bag, ready to hold it.

“And the other thing?”

“I’m working on it,” mutters Jungkook, going into stance and holding his hands up. “I just want to do it right. Make sure it’s a good time, that I’m not hurrying anything - that kind of thing.”

Eunwoo hums and nods. “Well, if it helps, she didn’t seem freaked out. If anything, she looked a little annoyed.”

Jungkook freezes. “She did? She looked annoyed - wait, really? Are you serious?”

His eyes widen. “Wh- no. Not - not annoyed like that. Not like a pissed off annoyed, more like a… like a chill annoyed.” When Jungkook says nothing, he shakes his head. “You know what? Don’t worry about it. Maybe it is too soon. Or maybe it isn’t,” he amends quickly. “What do I know? You know my last three relationships lasted, like, four months each - so I’m probably not the best person to be giving you any kind of advice.”

“That’s the most airtight thing you’ve said so far,” mutters Jungkook. “Alright, I’m coming in.” Waiting a moment for Eunwoo to grip the bag, he cocks his elbow back and punches it.

—

Despite his deadly faux pas, Eunwoo had inadvertently provided Jungkook with a rather helpful bit of direction. Perhaps it is time for him to lean on a friend for advice, but Eunwoo was also right that he is not one of them, not with his flighty flings and lack of depth in them. The advice matters and so does the friend, prompting Jungkook to ask himself: which of his friends is the expert on the opposite of short-term flings?

“Namjoon hyung!”

Namjoon stops in his tracks at the sound of his name and turns, waiting for Jungkook to catch up with him.

“Oh, thanks,” says Jungkook, taking a cigarette from the pack Namjoon offers him and leaning forward so he can light it. “Thanks for getting us the evening off, by the way.”

“Kaya is leaving this weekend,” is all Namjoon says in response, shrugging.

“Right.” Jungkook nods, taking a drag and blowing it out, wondering briefly if he should care that they might be seen smoking right outside the Hybe building. “Won’t this make you a couple minutes late, though? If you want to make the best of the next few days?”

Namjoon chuckles. “I don’t want to smoke inside the house.”

“Uh-huh. Speaking of which…” He exhales, suddenly nervous. “I was hoping for some advice.” He clears his throat. “Regarding… relationships.”

Namjoons raises his eyebrows but says nothing else. “M-hm.”

“I have reason to believe,” he begins slowly, “that Lia might want me to ask her to move in with me.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook pauses, searching his leader’s face for a hint. Finding none, he continues. “Well… I want to ask her. But I also don’t want her to feel like I’m asking her just because she wants me to ask her. And I also don’t want to mess it up.”

“How would you mess it up?”

“I don’t know… maybe I’m completely off track and she doesn’t want to move in with me at all? Maybe she thinks it’s too soon?”

Namjoon nods, hearing him out. Then he shakes his head. “Well, personally, I don’t think that’s the case.”

“What isn’t? You think she wants to move in?” Jungkook’s momentarily relief is interrupted by a horrifying thought. “Oh, my God - did she say something to you? Yesterday, at brunch, when I went to the men’s room?”

“Jungkook, you were gone for two minutes.”

He’s about to argue but stops himself. He knows Lia and she is hardly the type to secretly vent her feelings to his friends behind his back, hoping it will get back to him. No, she’s more straightforward than that.

Somewhat satisfied, he takes a different turn. “Okay, let’s get down to it, then. How did you ask Kaya to move in?”

“Well…” Namjoon frowns thoughtfully. “Actually, I didn’t.”

“You… what?” Jungkook squints. “Wait, so… you didn’t ask? You both just knew, telepathically, when to start living together?” he asks incredulously, thinking privately that it could just be believable.

“No,” says Namjoon patiently, chuckling again and flicking some ash off his cigarette. “I didn’t ask because I didn’t have to. Where else is she supposed to live when she comes to Seoul? Where am I supposed to live when I go to see her?”

“Yeah… okay, but… well, would you say you live together?” he presses. “Or do you just, like, crash at each other’s place when you visit?”

“Well, we definitely don’t crash at each other’s place,” he mutters. “Maybe we did right in the beginning? I guess I’d say we live apart, but it’s only because we have to. I don’t know - when she came to Seoul for work last year while I was in service, she stayed at Hannam even though her aunt lives in the city, too.” He shrugs. “If that helps.”

“Huh.” Jungkook considers this. “So, like, do you guys ‘go home’ or do you go back to ‘your place’?”

“Home,” he answers casually, not skipping a beat. “Even her apartment is home. ‘Home’ is what you make it, to a large extent. It’s a place of comfort - an apartment is only part of that,” he says wisely. “I feel more at home in her studio apartment in London with her than at Hannam by myself. The people make the home - and that’s for you to decide.”

Jungkook stares, feeling his cigarette burn away in his hand. “That’s really not the kind of thing I’m looking for, hyung,” he states, before dropping his face in his hand.

Namjoon clicks his tongue and stubs his cigarette on the tray atop the trash can next to him. “Don’t overthink it,” he says, clapping him on the shoulder. “Go about it logically: she’s been your girlfriend for six or seven months now, you bought a new place which is significantly bigger than your old one and she’s in her thirties, meaning she’s most likely thinking long-term.”

Jungkook gazes at Namjoon’s raised eyebrows, quite certain he’s meant to pick up some meaning out of this. “So…”

“So… if you’re worried she might say no…”

“Chances are… she probably won’t?”

Namjoon grins and nods. “Exactly. Just be yourself, be genuine, be honest - and remember you’re both together for a reason. And I think - I think - she has a thing for you, too,” he adds seriously.

“One can only hope,” he mutters, albeit slightly mollified. “I really don’t want to mess this up.”

Namjoon observes him - for too long. For a moment, it seems as though he’s about to say something that makes Jungkook’s stomach jolt unpleasantly, but at the last second, he shakes his head.

“Impossible to mess it up. Honestly,” he says reassuringly, and Jungkook almost believes him. “It’s a part of the journey and if you think she’s expecting it, just take the plunge. Don’t add unnecessary pressure by trying to make it perfect.”

While the last bit simply isn’t in Jungkook’s DNA, he nods anyway.

—

“Damn it.”

Lia doesn’t look up from the email she’s writing, despite Dal’s repeated exclamations from the kitchen. Finally, he sticks his head out around the door.

“Did you know the faucet is leaking?”

“Yes,” she mutters, still not looking away from her screen.

“And did you know it’s dripping out of the sink zone and onto the floor?”

“Yeah?”

“And did you know it’s fucking disgusting?”

Lia sighs and finally turns her head to glance at him. “Yes, I know. I mopped it up this morning.”

Dal steps out, frowning. “So this much water leaked in the last six hours?” When Lia nods, he sighs heavily and trudges into the living room, falling onto the sofa. “I suppose we can text the landlord but I don’t know what good that will do.”

“Probably as much as it did when we told him about the seepage in the bathroom ceiling.”

“Yeah. Didn’t realise the kind of shoulder strength you need to baste upwards.” A moment later, he chuckles. “Helped that there were three of us there, though. Jungkook was really looking for any excuse to be around you back then, wasn’t he?”

Without meaning to, Lia feels a smile creep up her face at the memory. “It was cute,” she says, slightly defensive. “And we really needed the extra hands, especially to clean up.”

“Oh, sure.” There’s a comfortable silence, the only sound being the clicking of Lia’s keyboard. “Speaking of,” he speaks, and his tone is slightly different, “I’m surprised to see you here.”

Lia doesn’t look up, but she’s certain she knows where he’s going with this. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. You haven’t been around much.”

“You think so?”

“M-hm. In fact, I was starting to wonder if you’d moved out or something and I missed the memo.”

“You were still paying only half the rent, though, weren’t you?”

“Lia.”

“‘Sup.”

From the corner of her eye, she sees a movement and ducks out of habit.

“Lee-lee,” he says again, and she finally meets his gaze.

“I know what you’re getting at, and no,” she says dryly, “no updates on that front. I’m still your roommate for the foreseeable future.”

Dal raises his eyebrows. “Okay.”

Lia turns back to her laptop but doesn’t resume her typing. “What?”

“What what?”

“You’re still looking at me.”

“No. I’m just looking in your general direction.”

She gives him a look. “Just say it.”

“I thought you were moving in with Jungkook.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because he told me last time he came over that he wanted you to move in with him.”

Lia scoffs. “No way did he say that. Liar.”

“Fine, he didn’t use those exact words,” he admits, rolling his eyes. “But he just happened to mention that his new place is bigger, that the gym is fantastic, that it has a really good running trail or something…”

“Maybe he was just making conversation?”

“... and how much closer it is to the Hybe office.”

He works at Hybe, too, technically. The words are on the tip of her tongue, but she can’t deflect anymore; Dal will see right through it. She sighs and puts her laptop away.

“What do you want me to say?” she asks steadily. “We aren’t living together. It’s not the end of the world.”

“I’m not saying it is, at all.” He holds up his hands. “Do you want to, though?”

Lia is silent for a moment. “He needs to ask first. But… yeah, I guess. Could be fun. We’ll save on a lot of fuel.”

“Ooh, stop, I’m swooning.”

She flashes him an embarrassed sort of smile. “You know what I mean. We basically do live together already - but this is a big deal for Jungkook. He’s never done the long-term relationship, adult couple milestone thing before. The last thing I want to do is scare him off.”

Dal nods thoughtfully. “Well, hopefully it’ll go better than your last adult couple milestone thing.”

She snorts, covering her face. “Hey, to be fair, I did move in with him,” she points out. “Kind of.”

“You lasted less than a month before you were back here.”

“Yeah. God, he was such a manchild. Can’t believe I was ever attracted to him.”

“I told you he had an asshat kind of face. But you didn’t listen. Didn’t he have a shrine to his ex-girlfriend in the bathroom or something?”

“It was a couple of bottles of her shampoo and lotion, not a shrine,” she corrects him, “but, sort of. He was so blown away when I asked him to get rid of it - like, sue me, I don’t want to live with my boyfriend and sentimental haircare products belonging to his ex. It just goes to show, you never know enough about your partner until you actually share a living space together.”

“You think there’s more to Jungkook? Because I like him for you, honestly. But he seems to be a more…” Dal grimaces, trying to find the word, “... what you see is what you get… kind of person.”

“That’s a good thing,” she remarks. “Means there’s no lying, no games. None of that shit.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Well, it’s good you know what you want. How long are we planning to wait for him to pop the question?”

“We are not waiting for anything. I, on the other hand…”

It’s a good question, unfortunately, one that Lia has deliberately tried not to think about because there’s simply no correct answer.

“... will take things as they come.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

She narrows her eyes at her oldest friend, recognising both teasing masking genuine concern. “I’m not going to pressure Jungkook. And I’m not going to get my hopes up either,” she states, trying to ignore the quiet tugging at her heart and standing up, stretching.

“Hey, just say the word and I will -“ Dal makes a flailing kind of gesture and flexes his triceps, “- whip him into shape.”

“Oh, really? Not only will it probably be evenly matched, but who’s going to help you both carry cartons of beer into each other’s houses if you’re both maimed?” She taps her temple sarcastically.

“Well, you’ll be a resident in one of our houses at any given time so I guess we’ll be looking at you.” Dal shrugs in satisfaction as Lia chuckles and starts heading inside her bedroom, considering a shower before bed.

“Oi, Lia.”

Lia turns in her doorway, recognising the subtle change in tone once again. It wasn’t surprising that Dal and Jungkook got along easily enough; despite her boyfriend’s initial reservations, most of which were based on Dal’s gender and inopportune timing, he had eventually moved past it to begin actually enjoying his company. Oh, he would never admit it, but Lia had woken up more than once in her own bed, alone, while hearing two male voices laughing in the living room with the television on.

As for Dal, the only thing he had needed to say was “Lee-lee, for once, you’ve found a good boy.”

Therefore, while Lia prefers to handle her relationships herself, she recognises the value of her oldest friend’s opinion.

“I just want to let you know,” he begins seriously, and she feels the muscles in her face go slack. He bites his lip. “I just wanted to let you know,” he repeats, “that if Jungkook has a shrine to his ex in his house, you can always move back in here.”

There’s relief, and Lia doesn’t want to admit there’s relief. “Shut up,” she mutters, turning back around as Dal laughs at his own joke behind her.

It’s not the greatest comfort, but Lia uses it as such after that. Worst case, I move back in with Dal, she thinks. We stay roommates until we’re eighty, when either I die first from stress about work or he does driving his car like a maniac. Jungkook brings a carton of beer to the funeral and shares it with whichever one of us is still alive.

It’s a mildly depressing train of thought, especially when she imagines her eighty year old self heading back to her apartment while seventy-seven year old Jungkook, in his infinite wisdom, still hasn’t asked her to move in with him.

Nearly a week later, Lia has successfully kept her desires to herself, while Jungkook has continued trying to pretend he isn’t thinking about it just as much.

“Remind me again why we’re going to this club?” she asks him as they walk to his car in the basement parking. “It doesn’t really sound like your scene.”

“It isn’t,” he admits. “But the DJ tonight is a friend of a friend… of an acquaintance, who’s also kind of an ex-colleague.” He wrinkles his nose. “I wouldn’t normally go but he helped me out during the production of my debut album and I accidentally told him I owed him.”

“Ah. Mistake number one.”

“It might be. You look quite club-ready for someone who doesn’t really enjoy clubs either,” he remarks, playfully smacking her backside. “Leather pants and everything.”

“Faux leather,” she corrects, leaning over and bumping his hip with hers. “I figured I may as well look the part of a popstar’s girlfriend. Plus,” she adds after a moment, as they climb into the car and begin strapping in, “it’s the only party outfit I have at your place.”

Predictably, Jungkook freezes for a moment before clumsily buckling himself in. He doesn’t meet her eyes and swallows as he looks ahead.

“By the way, I hear the gin martinis at this club are to die for,” he declares, completely transparent. “Did you know, the martini is one of the top five drinks people order on a first date?”

Abrupt subject change coupled with a random fact that doesn’t sound completely true; Jungkook is nervous. It’s exasperating and endearing all at once.

“That’s… interesting. Maybe you should’ve invited your single friends tonight. Or if this DJ is an ex-colleague, at least the ones in your group.”

“What, all two of them?”

“Isn’t it three?”

“I don’t think so.” Jungkook shrugs as they pull out of Hannam Hill. “Or maybe it is. I don’t know. Yoongi hyung isn’t very forthcoming about his dating life and I’m too afraid to ask.”

Lia chortles as they turn into the main road, reaching for her party clutch for her phone, when she realises…

“Oh, no,” she mutters under breath.

“What?”

“I, uh…” She bites her lip, internally swearing at herself. “I was moving stuff from my regular bag to the clutch and I forgot… you know what, can we make a quick detour to my apartment? It’s on the way.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is. If you take a right after the signal then you can take the parallel road to the church at the end of my street.”

“That’s not the same road - and come on,” he whines, his shoulders falling. “I don’t want to take a detour. What did you even forget? Power bank? Because my phone is fully charged.”

“It’s not a power bank - look, it’s kind of important, Jungkook. It’ll take, like, five extra minutes.”

“But -”

“Kook!”

“What? What did you even forget that’s so important? Is it make-up or something? Because you look -”

“It’s tampons, Jungkook.”

“It’s -”

“Tampons,” she repeats. “And I don’t want to stop at a drugstore because they may not have the exact brand that I use and most of the others chafe… down there.”

There’s a few seconds of silence while Jungkook stares out of the windshield as the car zooms down the road, his ears turning red.

“Which signal was it again?”

True to her word, they reach her three-storey apartment building a few minutes later and jog up the stairs together.

“I swear, I just need to pick up a couple of extras,” she promises him. “The last time I was caught without any on me and then I had to borrow one and it was just the worst time I - oh, my God!”

Lia gasps as she stops in her tracks in the doorway of her apartment, Jungkook right next to her.

“Is that -”

“Water,” she sighs, shaking her head. “Shit, it came into the living room? I thought we fixed that damn leak,” she mutters. She places her hands on her hips and looks up at Jungkook.

“Well?”

Jungkook looks blank. “Well… what?”

“Well… I’m going to have to wade in there,” she says slowly, already dreading it. “Do you want to come?”

“Ordinarily, I would love to because that sounds so fun, but these are Balenciaga.” He raises his right leg to show her his shoes, mimicking her position until Lia looks away.

“Alright. Wait here then,” she tells him, before gingerly placing one heeled foot into the water and cringing in anticipation. It reaches ankle deep, missing the hem of her pants only due to the height of her heels. With no specific attachment to her shoes, she takes a couple of more hesitant steps.

“Ugh, I can hear the faucet dripping from here,” she grumbles. “Sure you want to just wait out there?”

“Totally. You’re doing great, though, baby.” He grimaces as she walks further in. “Is it cold? It looks cold.”

“No, it’s room temperature. I’m just glad it hasn’t reached the sofa or the cushions or anything in the - whoa!” Lia grabs the arm of the chair beside her as she slips, thankfully saving her ankles as her knee breaks the fall.

There’s a sound of splashing before Jungkook is right next to her a second too late. “Shit, you okay?”

“Uh, yeah. No injuries, I think.” She twists to see him kneeling next to her. “What happened to your Balenciagas?”

It seems to have occurred to him only now. “Oh…” He looks down at his shoes, now submerged. “I can try blow drying them, probably?”

“Probably.” She tries to hide a smile before giving up. “Take them off before they get any more damaged, though.”

He takes her advice this time and they both rid themselves of their shoes, tossing them on the chair before splashing their way into the kitchen.

Jungkook whistles. “Wow, that’s some leak,” he remarks, following her as she falls to her knees to get a good look at the thin but steady stream of water spilling from a crack in the pipe. “Is this the only leak?” he wonders out loud before pressing his hand against the crack so the water suddenly stops.

“No, there’s a small one here, too,” she answers, squinting at something on the other side of the pipe, a little higher up. “It’s only a few drops out of this one but it’s still bad enough.”

“Maybe we can -” Jungkook grunts and tugs at the pipe, “- wrench it into place? To block this crack?”

“Doubtful. It’s a really old pipe, too, so I’m afraid it might break.”

“It’s metal - can metal break?”

“I mean… yeah? I guess? Look, it’s all rusted up here.”

“Oh, yeah…”

In his effort to look, Jungkook’s hand slips off the crack and the flow of the water resumes.

“Okay, this can’t go on - we need to block this for now so we can get rid of this fucking flood,” she decides, noting in worry how the water level is slowly rising. “And I’m calling the landlord tomorrow and giving him a piece of my mind.”

“Um -” Jungkook looks around from his position by the pipe. “We have a towel, some flour and stuff… maybe we stick some dough onto it?”

“Worth a shot but I don’t know if it’ll hold till tomorrow. Maybe we should try moving the pipe,” she admits, holding the top of it and wondering if it’ll work.

“Okay, let’s do that. Worst case, we find a plastic or metal box, cut it in just the right dimensions to cover the crack and fix it around the pipe.”

“Worst case.”

Jungkook waves her over and they grip the pipe together. “If this goes south, just remember that I love you.”

Despite the chaos and the fact that her faux leather pants are damp and disgusting, Lia snorts. “Shut up, you dork. Come on, let’s do this.” Both of them pull the top part towards the lower one to try and close the gap.

“A little to the left, come on…”

“It’s - not - moving -” Lia bites her lip and jerks the pipe back, accidentally slipping again and falling back onto her boyfriend. The jolt makes Jungkook tip over and the pipe twists on the rust, bursting.

“Oh, my - “ Jungkook’s words are cut off when a jet of water hits him square in the face. Lia gasps and reaches for the pipe as he fumbles, sputtering, and lunges towards the pipe to turn it away.

“Jungkook, no! It’ll break if you -”

But Lia is cut off as well and almost knocked backwards by the force of the water. It’s everywhere now; her clothes, her hair - she’s fully drenched. Next to her, Jungkook looks like he’s been dunked into a lake, his long thick hair sticking to his forehead.

“Take cover!” he yells, pulling open a cabinet behind him with one hand and yanking something out, while the other hand covers the jet of water uselessly. He replaces it with the lid of a cooking pan and tosses her another one which splashes into the water next to her.

“Thanks! I - Jungkook!” She brandishes the utensil while trying to dodge the water. “It’s a sieve!”

“What?”

“It has holes!”

“I can’t see! Wait -” He crawls towards the cabinet but slips midway, swearing loudly.

“Careful!” She ducks and tries to get to the pipe but feels him grip her forearm and pull her back.

“You’ll hurt yourself!” he yells, handing her another pan. “Jesus - how did you guys let this stupid faucet get this bad?”

“I told you - our landlord is a jackass who ghosts us if we bring up fixtures!”

“Well -” Jungkook pauses, wincing a little as the water continues to ricochet off the pan he’s holding up. “In that case, this is probably as good a time as any to ask you this, but do you want to move in with me?”

Lia almost swallows a mouthful of tap water. “What?”

“Just - I mean, this apartment is unlivable!” he says loudly. “And I’m a much better landlord! And also -” He gags and spits out some water, “- I love you and all!” He shrugs awkwardly, drenched to the bone with his oversized t-shirt sticking to his shoulders and chest.

Lia tries - she really tries - to keep a straight face, to attempt to understand what goes on in Jungkook’s head. But it’s a lost cause, for at the end of the day, whatever it is, it just works. Through the irritation at her landlord and the general shock of being waterboarded by a broken pipe, she sees it. A shine in his doe eyes, a hint of nervousness.

She doesn’t realise immediately why the water hits her suddenly with force or why Jungkook’s eyes widen belatedly.

“What are you doing? The water is - oh.” The anticipation turns into the beginnings of a smile when he works out why she has knee walked all the way towards him and he stands on his knees as well, just as she reaches him and places her arms around his neck, and kisses him.

When she pulls away, he’s grinning. “That’s a yes?”

“That’s a thank God you finally asked.”

Jungkook nods sheepishly. “I wanted it to be perfect, honestly. I was just waiting for the right time and -” He sighs, shaking his head so droplets of water fall from his hair.

“You know what? I think this, unexpected as it was, is pretty perfect,” she says honestly. “So… I guess that’s a yes,” she clarifies, meeting him in a kiss once again.

There’s a muffled sound and then a splash, followed by a gasp.

“Oh, my God! What the fuck?”

Jungkook jerks away, pursing his lips. “As long as he is never allowed in our house,” he declares, glaring and pointing in the direction of the living room.

She gives him a look. “Pretty sure you’ll crack before I do on that front,” she guesses, just as Dal appears in the doorway of the kitchen, looking incredulous.

“What the fuck happened in here?”

“What do you think? That damn faucet,” she snaps, pointing at it. “This is the landlord’s problem now - he and his insurance can handle it.”

“I agree, but - God, are you guys okay?”

“Yeah, we were using lids…” Jungkook picks his up and places it in front of the stream of water, much more unfazed about it now than he was before.

“Lids? Why didn’t you guys just turn off the water?” Taking a long step across the flooded kitchen floor, he reaches for a panel behind the left-most cabinet and twists a lever - and the water stops.

Speechless, Lia turns to look at Jungkook who is looking back at her with equal dismay. “We thought of dough before we thought of turning off the water,” he mutters, shaking his head.

“And we’re taking it to the grave,” she replies, squeezing his hand.

He’s wet, his designer clothes ruined - but Jeon Jungkook is glowing. A moment later, he squeezes her hand back.

“Deal.”

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igotyupls · 9 days

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Stage Crush : Huh Yunjin x Female Reader

a/n: should’ve watched lesbian porn to make this longer but I have a babygirl and she hates not being held so. Sue me🥹

Yunjin's mind was racing as she strolled down the busy Hannam-Dong street, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. She couldn't stop thinking about her best friend Y/N, an idol from a rival girl group [You name it, im too lazy].

They had been close for years, but lately, Yunjin had been developing some serious feelings for Y/N. Her heart would start pounding every time she so much as glanced at the other girl at music shows.

As Yunjin turned the corner, she spotted Y/N chatting with some of her members up ahead. Her heart skipped a beat, and she amped her pace, desperate to get Y/N's attention. "Y/N!" she called out, waving.

Y/N looked back and her face lit up with a bright smile. "Yunjin! Hey, girl, what's up?" she said, power-walking over and pulling Yunjin into a warm hug. Yunjin inhaled the scent of Chanel , loving the feeling of being in Y/N's arms. The other members also greeted Yunjin with hugs and kisses.

"Nothing much, just grabbing some coffee," Yunjin replied, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. "You wanna join me?"

"Absolutely!" Y/N said, glancing back at her members. "I'll catch up with you guys later, okay?" The other girls nodded and waved goodbye as Y/N and Yunjin headed off to the nearest café.

As they walked, Yunjin couldn't help but steal a few glances at Y/N's gorgeous face and that sexy-as-hell figure. The other girl was rocking this tight-fitting crop top that showed off her toned abs, and Yunjin had to resist the urge to just reach out and touch her.

"Damn, looking fine as always," Yunjin mumbled under her breath, biting her lip.

Y/N must have heard her, 'cause she turned and flashed Yunjin this mischievous smile. "You're not so bad yourself, babe," she compliment, flirt meter through the roof.

Yunjin felt her cheeks heat up, she quickly looked away, her heart pounding in her chest. "Uh, yeah, thanks," she stammered, cursing herself for being such a useless gay.

They reached the café, and Yunjin held the door open for Y/N, earning her another one of those bright-ass smiles. They ordered their drinks and found a cozy little table in the corner, away from prying eyes.

"So, how's your day been so far?" Yunjin asked, taking a sip of her coffee and trying to act cool and collected.

Y/N shrugged. "Eh, it's been alright, I guess. Lots of rehearsals and meetings, you know how it is. But I'm glad I got to see you." She reached across the table and gave Yunjin's hand a gentle squeeze, her fingers lingering on Yunjin's skin.

Yunjin felt a jolt of . god knows what at the touch, and she had to resist the urge to just jump Y/N right then and there. "Yeah, me too," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

The two idols chatted for what felt like hours, laughing and sharing stories about their groups. Yunjin was hyper-aware of every little touch and glance, her pussy getting wetter by the minute.

"you're killing me here," Yunjin muttered, shifting in her seat uncomfortably.

Y/N just grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What's the matter, babe? Can't handle the heat?" she teased, her hand brushing against Yunjin's thigh.

Yunjin let out a shaky breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "Nah, I can handle it just fine," she shot back, her voice dripping with confidence that she definitely did not feel.

Soon As they were getting ready to leave, Y/N suddenly leaned in close, her lips touching Yunjin's ear. "Hey, you wanna get out of here?" she murmured, her warm breath sending shivers down Yunjin's spine.

"Fuck, yes," Yunjin breathed, her eyes wide with excitement.

The two girls exited the café, hailing a taxi and practically jumping into the backseat, their hands together the entire ride back to Yunjin's solo apartment [doubt it but for the story ig]

. As soon as they were inside, Y/N pushed Yunjin up against the wall, her lips crashing against Yunjin's in a filthy kiss.

"Mmm, finally," Yunjin moaned, her hands gripping Y/N's waist as she pulled her closer. The kiss deepened, their tongues fighting and sliding together in a tango.

Y/N broke the kiss, panting heavily. "Bedroom. Now," she ordered, her eyes dark with lust.

Yunjin's heart was pounding like crazy as she and Y/N stumbled back to the bedroom, their hands roaming and feeling every inch of each other. The tension between them building for weeks, and now that they were finally alone, there was no holding back.

Y/N pushed Yunjin down onto the bed. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," she growled, her voice dripping with downright lust.

Yunjin let out a shaky breath, her fingers gripping the sheets. "Then take me, baby," she cooed, arching her back.

Y/N grinned, her hands sliding under Yunjin's shirt. "With pleasure," she murmured, her lips smashing against Yunjin's .

Yunjin moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in Y/N's hair. The kiss deepened, their tongues sliding together. Yunjin could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs, her pussy aching to be touched.

Y/N broke the kiss, panting heavily. "Fuck, you taste so good," she growled, her teeth biting Yunjin's neck.

Yunjin let out a shaky moan, her hips bucking up against Y/N's. "Please, Y/N... I need you," she whimpered, her voice dripping with desperation.

Y/N chuckled, her fingers already unbuttoning Yunjin's shirt and tossing the sports bra up and over her head. "ALright then baby," she cooed, her lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down Yunjin's body.

Yunjin arched her back, her tits heaving as Y/N's mouth closed around one of her nipples. "Nngh, yes!" she cried out, her fingers tangling in Y/N's hair.

Y/N swirled her tongue around the bud, provoking a series of moans from Yunjin. She then moved to the other nipple, sucking and nipping at it gently.

"Fuck, Y/N... that feels so good," Yunjin panted, her hips grinding against Y/N's thigh.

Y/N grinned, her hand sliding down to cup Yunjin's pussy through her panties.

"You're so wet for me, baby," she murmured, her fingers tracing the outline of Yunjin's swollen clit.

Yunjin let out a strangled cry, her back arching off the bed. "Please, please... I need you inside me," she begged, her voice dripping with need.

Y/N chuckled, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Yunjin's skirt and panties. "As you wish," she purred, peeling the soppy panty away.

Yunjin held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest as Y/N's fingers grazed her slick, wet folds. "Nngh, yes... fuck me, Y/N," she moaned, her hips bucking up.

Y/N slid two fingers inside Yunjin's dripping pussy, eliciting a loud, guttural moan from the other girl. "Mmm, you feel so good, baby," she murmured, her thumb circling Yunjin's swollen clit.

Yunjin's back arched, her hands gripping the sheets as Y/N's fingers pumped in and out of her. "Aaah, fuck! Don't stop, please... I'm so close," she cried out, her voice laced with pure ecstasy.

Y/N increased the pace of her thrusts, her fingers curling to hit that sweet spot inside Yunjin. "That's it, baby... come for me," she growled, her lips capturing Yunjin's in a deep kiss.

Yunjin's entire body tensed as the orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching around Y/N's fingers. "Nngh, Y/N!" she screamed, her nails digging into Y/N's back.

Y/N swallowed Yunjin's moans of pleasure, her fingers continuing to stroke and rub her stimulated cunt. "That's it, let it all out," she murmured, her lips trailing back down to Yunjin's neck.

Yunjin's body shuddered with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her breathing ragged. "Fuck, that was... amazing," she panted, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

Y/N grinned, her fingers gently coming out from Yunjin's pussy. "And we're just getting started, baby," she murmured, her tongue out to taste Yunjin's juices.

Yunjin let out a shaky moan, her hands reaching for Y/N. "again," she breathed, her voice dripping with lust.

Y/N chuckled, her fingers tracing the outline of Yunjin's swollen, glistening pussy. "With pleasure," she murmured, her lips crashing against Yunjin's.

Y/N's hands sidled over Yunjin's body as they kissed, fingers feeling the curves of her waist and hips. Yunjin arched into her touch, desperate for more.

She tugged at the hem of Y/N's crop top, urging her to remove it.

Y/N grinned against Yunjin's lips, She broke the kiss and sat back, pulling the tight top over her head in one smooth motion.

Yunjin's breath caught in her throat at the sight of Y/N's toned abs and tits, barely covered by a lacy black bra.

"Like what you see, baby?" Y/N purred, running her hands down her own body teasingly.

Yunjin nodded, eyes dark with lust. "God, yes," she breathed, reaching up to trace the outline of Y/N's bra with trembling hands.

Y/N chuckled and leaned back down, kissing again.

Their tongues fighting as Yunjin's hands felt the newly exposed skin, loving the soft skin under her fingertips.

Slowly, Yunjin's hands moved to the clasp of Y/N's bra, unhooking it and sliding the straps down her arms.

Y/N shrugged it off, tossing it aside without breaking the kiss.

Yunjin's hands immediately cupped Y/N's bare tits, taking out a soft moan from the girl.

She gently kneaded the soft pale tits, her thumbs brushing over the rosy nipples.

"Fuck, Yunjin," Y/N gasped, arching into the touch. "That feels so good."

Yunjin grinned, getting bolder from Y/N's reaction.

She rolled the buds between her fingers, watching as Y/N's eyes close.

"You like that, don't you?" Yunjin murmured, her voice low and sexy.

Y/N nodded, her hips grinding down against Yunjin's. "Yes, baby, I love it," she breathed,

Yunjin's hands roamed over Y/N's bare skin, feeling every inch of her toned, gorgeous body. She loved the way Y/N's muscles flexed under her hands, the soft curves of her hips and waist driving Yunjin absolutely wild.

"Fuck, you're so sexy," Yunjin murmured, her fingers quickly unbuttoning Y/N's jeans. She tugged the tight denim down, revealing a pair of lacy black panties that clung to Y/N's heart shaped ass.

Y/N chuckled, grinding her panty covered pussy against Yunjin's. "You like what you see, baby?" she purred, her own hands sliding over Yunjin to feel her soft skin.

Yunjin nodded, her eyes dark with lust. "Hell yes," she whispered, hooking her fingers into the band of Y/N's panties.

She slowly pulled down the damp panty away, exposing Y/N's glistening,wet pussy.

The two girls shifted, Yunjin straddling Y/N's thigh as Y/N laid this time.

They’re sloppy pussies pressing together, the sensitive clits rubbing with pleasure.

"Fuck, that feels so good," Yunjin moaned, her cunt rocking against Y/N's.

Y/N let out a guttural ‘moan, her fingers digging into Yunjin's hips. "Yes, baby... ride me," she growled, her own hips bucking up.

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet, slick noises of their grinding pussies. Yunjin could feel the coil of her orgasm building in the pit of her stomach, her orgasm rapidly rushing.

"I'm so close, Y/N," she whimpered, her hands shoving Y/N's shoulders for leverage.

Y/N nodded, her thumb circling Yunjin's swollen clit. "Come with me, Yunjin," she panted, her own hips picking up speed.

The two girls moaned as their orgasms ripped through them, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their orgasms.

Yunjin's pussy clenching around air, their juices mixing together in a sticky, mess.

Yunjin collapsed on top of Y/N, both of them panting heavily. She traced lazily on Y/N's skin, a big smile on her face.

"Fuck, that was... mind-blowing," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

Y/N chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to Yunjin's forehead. "I told you we were just getting started, baby," she cooed, her fingers gently stroking Yunjin's cheek.

Yunjin grinned, her heart still racing. "Then what are you waiting for?" she teased, her voice filled with invitations.

Y/N's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Nothing," she said flipping and, crashing their lips together in a filthy kiss.

The two girls lost themselves in their daze of lust, their bodies tangled.

Their moans and cries of pleasure bouncing off the walls through the room, amplified by the wet, squelching sounds of their pussies rubbing together.

Yunjin's legs wrapped tightly around Y/N's waist, their pussies moving in a sensual, dancing rhythm.

"Nngh, fuck... right there, baby," Yunjin panted, her nails digging into Y/N's back.

Y/N let out a groan, her fingers fisting in Yunjin's hair. "You feel so good, Yunjin... I'm so close," she breathed, her hips picking up speed.

Yunjin arched her back, her toddies pressing against Y/N's as her third maybe fourth orgasm started building again.

"Come with me, Y/N," she whimpered, her voice dripping with need.

Y/N nodded, her fingers pinching Yunjin's clit. "Together," she ordered, kissing her.

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eoieopda · 2 years

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Hi can I request a Yoongi x reader where she’s naturally very sweet and shy and she hides her face in his chest. Thank you, I love your work ☺️💜

i wasn’t sure which path to take here, so buckle up - we’re going on a journey! 😂 ft. smug yoongi, king of teasing

Yoongi’s favorite color was whatever shade of pink your cheeks turned when you blushed. Cherry blossoms mixed with bashfulness, nestled in your soft skin and underscored with a tiny whine. Coincidentally, that was his favorite sound. Well, one of them; tied for first was his name in your voice, whenever and however you said it.

He’d recently discovered a new way to pull all three out of you at once. All it took was a densely crowded place, and four short words.

Walking through Hannam-dong, your fingers were laced with his; warm despite the unrelenting chill in the air. Your eyes were focused on bright orange leaves getting lost in the wind, twirling and spinning, miraculously avoiding the ground. And, all the while, you were smiling - though he suspected you didn’t realize it.

Perfect, he smirked to himself.

So completely disarmed, you didn’t see it when he dropped to one knee. You just kept walking, observing. Only after his stagnant arm tugged you slightly backwards did you notice his absence from your side. You spun around and gasped when you finally saw him there. Immediately, he saw hints of it - that perfect flush - tickling at the apples of your cheeks.

Check.

A crowd was pooling around you both as your shocked mouth froze open. The older passersby were put off by his brashly modern gesture, but those closer in age were audibly giddy with anticipation.

“Will you marry me?” He beamed up at you under cartoonish, batted lashes. Waiting, waiting -

“Yoongi!”

Checkmate.

A triple whammy: his name elongated by your musical little whine, and then your left hand gripping the collar of his coat. You exerted no effort in hoisting him to his feet; he was an obedient follower, always. As soon as he was upright again, your face was buried into the cable knit sweater you’d picked out for him. So cute, so impossibly shy.

He could feel the heat of your embarrassment through the fabric, just like you could feel his self-satisfied laughter shaking down from his shoulders. Not for nothing, both of you could feel the confused stares from the audience you’d attracted. They could wait all day, and they’d still never hear your answer to his question -

“How many times are you going to do this to me?” You groaned, nestling further into his chest. Every word was muffled, but he knew exactly what you’d say whether he heard it or not.

- because none of them were present the first time he asked, two months ago. Or the countless times he’d asked since. At Lotte World, the Leeum, Hakdong Park…

He kissed the top of your head, then rested his chin gently over that same spot, “Can’t say for certain,” he teased with a smirk, “But the terms of this contract mean you have to stick around to find out.”

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cityofjieun · 3 months

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★ . . . . -ˏˋ 2KIDS ROOMˊˎ | EP. 3 - JIA x HAN

date: february 2022 era: maniac word count: 1.4K

a/n: this took a lot longer than i planned and i'm not sure if i like it but if i don't post it now i literally never will. 2 ji is a realtionship thats very dear to me so i hope i did them justice. please lemme know what you think 🙇🏽‍♀️

THE 2KR INTRO PLAYS, FEATURING A COMPILATION OF THE TWO GIGGLING AT EACH OTHER’S EXPENSE, THE OTHER MEMBER USUALLY STARING BLANKLY OR STRUGGLING TO NOT RETURN THE SMILE.

HAN: [sitting on the couch by himself, looking off camera] are you going to come over here so we can start or are you going to stall a little longer?

JIA: [OFF CAMERA] i’m waiting for manager-nim to find the clause in my contract that says i wouldn't have to film with han-ssi outside of group schedules... i think this is a mistake.

HAN: [GIGGLING BUT LOOKING TOWARD THE CAMERA] do you see how difficult jia-nim is… aish, she’s caught the celebrity disease.

JIA: and you would know all about that, oppa-nim [ SITTING DOWN ON THE COUCH ] i mean, you caught it before you were even famous.

HAN: okay, moving on!

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SEUNGMIN: han and jia.

FELIX: they’re like oil and vinegar.

CHANGBIN: in what way??

CHAN: they don’t mix necessarily, but they still go together well.

[ FELIX HUMS IN AGREEMENT ]

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JIA: [ CLAPS ] chidongz 2kids room!

HAN: i still don't know how to feel about that?

JIA: you learn to live with it, i mean it’s a cuter way of calling us rodents…

HAN: [SIGHS]

JIA: anyways, when was the last time we hung out, han-ssi?

HAN: i remember we watched that j-drama you saw on tiktok together but i can’t exactly remember when that was. i see you so much that it kind of blurs together.

JIA: honestly, we are together a lot. you are a homebody, so we don’t actually go out as much as i wish we would, but we usually hang out together at the dorms.

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HYUNJIN: have you noticed that they always tend to end up at our dorm?

JEONGIN: which is interesting, because you'd think jisung-hyung would just come over to ours more because jieun and lino-hyung are there and he could kill two birds with one stone.

[ THE TWO LAUGH]

MINHO: ??

HYUNJIN: that gives him too much credit, it's too sensible.

MINHO: [POINTEDLY IGNORING HYUNJIN] i think it's because jisung-ah thrives in his own personal space, while being home for too long might make jieunnie feel a bit trapped.

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HAN: but we did go out recently to... [TRAILING OFF] umm… what was it…

JIA: [CUTTING HIM OFF] so the time we spend together means nothing.

HAN: stop.

[ THEY STOP LOOKING AT EACH OTHER SERIOUSLY FOR A MOMENT BEFORE JISUNG BREAK INTO LAUGHTER FOLLOWED BY JIEUN ]

JIA: anyways! we went to a cafe in hannam-dong i really wanted to try. i saw it in yoon seung-ah’s vlogs. they’re known for their bagels and that location specifically has a pretty view of the river so i wanted to take insta pictures.

HAN: OH! and we got lost trying to find it?

JIA: because you insisted, we didn't need directions. HAN: [ROLLS EYES] hey, we found it eventually, didn't we? JIA: after wandering around for an hour! by the time we got there the wait was insane.

HAN: [UNDER HIS BREATH] yeah and the bagels were a bit mid for how long we waited.

JIA: we wouldn’t have had to so long if some had gotten up when i told him to originally AND actually used his phone maps [WACKING HIS SHOULDER TO EMPHAZISE HER POINT]

[THE TWO START TO BAT AT EACH OTHER BEFORE THE SCENCE CUTS]

JIA: i think we should go on a trip together next time we have a vacation. we’ve never gone anywhere just the two of us like that it could be fun.

HAN: a vacation with you….

JIA: what’s that supposed to mean???

HAN: i’m kidding i’m kidding

JIA: yeah sure.

HAN: you are very J so you would make a whole itinerary, wouldn’t you?

JIA: i think having a general plan of what you want to do make sure you get to make the most of you time

HAN: hmmm sure...where would we even go?[THINKING] Japan could be fun. Lots of great food, and it's a short trip. What about you?

JIA: [SMILES] Japan sounds fun. But I'd say Europe. We could explore so many different countries and cultures. I’d love to be able to use my french.

HAN: oh, i have an interesting question, what would we do if the other disappeared.

JIA: oh, this gets a bit serious.

HAN: [SERIOUS] it's funny because i think with any other member, i think i’d want to let them have their space because obviously if they run away, it's for some reason and they want to be alone. but i think if you were so upset that you’d isolate yourself, i’d have to check on you immediately. [ TOWARDS THE CAMERA TO AVOID EYE CONTACT WITH JIEUN ] she isn't someone that likes to be by herself, alone time isn’t really something she seeks because she thrives around others, so i think if she's going out of her way to be by herself like that something is really wrong.

JIA: [A BIT STARTLED AT HIS SERIOUSNESS, AS WELL AS THE SLIGHT READ] aww ji…[POKING HIS ARM] i think i'd obviously want to respect the fact that hanji wanted time alone, but i'd have to check in at some point. [SHE PEEKS AT JISUNG BEFORE CONTINUING A BIT BASHFULLY] i know we have very different social batteries, and hanji is pretty good about just letting me know when he needs some time to himself. but i think if he was to go off and not respond i’d be worried.”

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CHAN: honestly, i think out of everyone, jieun has opened up to han the most, besides seungmin.

FELIX: which is interesting because they’re so different.

[THE FOUR MURMUR IN AGREEMENT]

SEUNGMIN: i think they get on so well because they’re aware of how different they are.

CHANGBIN: oh absolutely. the two used to clash a lot, and i think they came to a point where they had to understand how they were different, and what accommodations they need to make to understand the other better.

CHAN: wahh changbin, you're so insightful.

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[SENTIMENTAL SILENCE]

JIA: this may be the only time i every admit to this, but sometimes i wish i were more like you in some ways

HAN: in what ways?

JIA: i mean, like you said earlier i’m not one who enjoys being by themselves. i think when i'm alone for too long i begin to think too hard and get into my own head. honestly, i think not being able to properly spend time alone with myself is a bit unhealthy. i kinda admire the fact that you are capable of being on your own and enjoy your own company.

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MINHO: i’ve been trying to get jieunnie to understand that it’s not wrong to want to be around others and have companionship, it's an innately human thing, you know.

HYUNJIN: she’s a lot like changbin-hyung. he likes to just sit in my room with me to just be there.

JEONGIN: [GIGGLING TO HIMSELF] well, that's because it's you and changbin hyung…

HYUNJIN: …

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JIA: skz-gi behind the camera look like they want us to start wrapping up

HAN: any final words?

[JIA HUMS, SEEMINGLY WEIGHING SOMETHING BACK AND FORTH IN HER MIND, BEFORE SIGHING AND GRABBING ONE OF JISUNGS HANDS]

JIA: i know i don’t say this often but thank you.

HAN: what for?

JIA: being my person i guess? you have always worked really hard to understand me, as well as help me understand myself. i’m so grateful to have a friend like you in my life and i’m so happy i get to live out my childhood dreams with my best friend.

HAN: jieun...

JIA: hey, let me finish. thank you for growing with me thus far, and I'm so excited to see where we go... together.

HAN: jieunnie..

JIA: if you cry so will I

HAN: thank you for understanding me as well. i know i haven't always been the easiest to deal with but y

[ THE TWO SIT IN SILENCE FOR A MOMENT, SOAKING IN JIEUN'S BEFORE JISUNG CLEARS HIS THROAT. THE SOUND MAKES JIEUN SNICKER FOR A MOMENT BEFORE THE TWO DISSOLVES INTO SILENT TEARS. THE VIDEO CUTS TO THE TWO, LESS TEARY BUT NOSES OBVIOUSLY A LITTLE STUFFY]

JIA: well, this was fun.

HAN: should we take our picture and head out?

JIA: yes please [END]

#☆ . . . jia : writing #☆ . . . 2ji #☆ . . . two kids room #fake kpop addition #ficnetfairy #kpop idol oc #skz added member #skz 9th member #skz addition #fake kpop idol #fictional kpop idol #skz oc #stray kids added member #stray kids addition #fictional idol community #fake idol oc #kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop oc

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soonyoung + 17 ✨

Soonyoung x fem!reader

“I swear you’re intoxicating.”

Word Count: 1197

Contents: mention of a thunderstorm, mutual masturbation, fingering, public sex, unprotected sex

Hot

The summer heat was oppressive. Even away from the highrises and winding streets of Hannam-dong, out in Namyangju City to visit Seoonyoung’s family, the August heat was still intense. Easy enough to fend off in his parent’s air-conditioned apartment but much harder when you ventured out for a picnic together. You didn’t last all that long before retreating back home, into the cool air once again.

That, though, didn’t stop you and Soonyoung from heading to the park that evening before making your way back to Seoul. As the sun started to set the heat only let off a little bit but it was enough for a nice walk in the nearly empty park.

Heavy.

The rain that was pouring down on the roof of the car. It came on so quickly during sweltering summer days. Though maybe it wasn’t much of a surprise, if the dark clouds covering the park and lack of other people had been any indication. It seemed everyone else had decided to be indoors.

But like lovesick fools the two of you had settled on a romantic walk in the park before heading home.

That was how you found yourself racing back to the car as the heavens opened above you, catching you in a torrential downpour. With clothes soaked through and hot, wet skin you both clambered back into the car, the rain coming down in such thick sheets you couldn’t even see out the windows.

“What now?” Soonyoung chuckled.

Hot.

Soonyoung’s breath on your ear. He was the one to start this, climbing over the console into the backseat and fixing you with a grin and a beckoning motion with his finger. You’d rolled your eyes but climbed in the backseat with him, giggling as his lips found yours in a warm kiss. His hands found your waist, pulling you as close as was comfortable, before running up and down your legs. He didn’t seem to care that either of you were soaked, seemingly lost in kisses.

“What are we, teenagers?” You’d mumbled against his lips. He chuckled into another kiss.

“We can’t exactly drive in this.” He’d pulled back from the kiss. “What else would you have us do?”

“Touche.”

So kisses gave way to making out and heavy petting, hands slipping under shirts and into pants. It had given you pause when Soonyoung moved to pull your shirt over your head, some sense in your brain wondering won’t somebody see?

“The rain is too heavy, babe.” Soonyoung answered your unspoken question. “No one is outside and even if they were, they can’t see us.”

That was all the convincing you needed to lift your arms, letting him rid you over your shirt.

More clothes made their way off after that. His shirt, your bra, his shorts and yours. It was as if it made you too impatient though, taking off clothes. He hadn’t gotten your panties off, instead pressing you to sit back in the seat while he rubbed you though the fabric. You were just as feverish though, a hand in his boxers, jerking him off with quick movements.

His lips left dark bruises blossoming over your neck as he sucked along the sensitive skin. Your sounds filled the car, huffs of breath and quiet moans as he pushed your panties to the side and teased you with one finger. The way you gripped his cock harder had him breaking away from your neck and letting out a groan nearly directly in your ear.

“Fuck, I need you so bad.”

“Why are you taking so long to finger me then?” Despite the breathiness of your tone, there was a clear grin in it.

Soonyoung was quick to sink a finger into your heat.

Heavy

Soonyoung’s touch on your skin, his hold on your hips as he sunk into you, head falling into your neck as he breathed out a moan. You were just as affected, arms around his neck and back pressed into the car seat. You could see the way the windows were fogged up now from your heavy breathing.

Soonyoung stayed still for a moment, and maybe if you asked he would insist it was so you could adjust, but you knew better, you knew how affected he was, how pussy drunk he got, needing you like he needed water. He breathed a shaky breath against your skin, groaned when you clenched around him.

“So good.” He moaned. “I swear you’re intoxicating.”

Your hands found his cheeks, cupping them and bringing his face up to meet yours. You pressed a kiss to his lips, long and lingering and slow. The moment felt caught in time, hung in mid-air, only brought back down to earth as he started to rock his hips into yours, sending a wave of pleasure through both of your bodies.

His hips moved faster bit by bit and eventually his lips fell away from yours again. Moans filled the car as pleasure mounted, each drag of his cock against your walls, wrapped around him, had the heavenly sensation filling you both. Even the thunder rumbling outside couldn’t rival the moans rolling off of both of your lips.

His movements grew rougher, as rough as they could in such a cramped space. As your highs drew nearer and nearer it was unclear if your hair was still wet from the rain or now from sweat. The car was hot and would have been stifling if you didn’t have your mind and body so occupied, so wrapped up in each of Soonyoung’s movements.

Your nails scratched down his back, earning harder thrusts and louder moans. Your name started to fall from his lips like a mantra and it had you trying to move your hips to meet his. Your head fell back against the seat, eyes screwed shut as you locked your legs around him tighter, as if you could pull him any closer.

“Cum with me.” Was it a question? A request? A demand? You didn’t know as the words slipped from your lips. It didn’t seem to matter though, Soonyoung groaned at your words, snapping his hips just a little faster, a little harder as he chased the high.

You fell over first, gasping and going nearly silent as your back arched. The feeling of utter bliss surged through your body, leaving your legs trembling and you sucking in heavy breaths as your heart raced. Soonyoung followed you quickly, filling you with his warmth as he groaned at the feeling of you squeezing around him. His hips stuttered to a stop deep inside you, catching his breath in quick puffs against your skin.

Soonyoung collapsed against your chest, sighing contentedly into you as you opened your eyes. The moment was quiet as you ran your fingers through his wet hair, gaze shifting up to the windows and noticing the change in the rain.

“Just in time.” You hummed.

Soonyoung lifted his head, gazing out the window at the clearer view of the park beyond the muddy, dirt parking lot. “Much better use of our time than sitting and talking.” He grinned breathlessly. You pressed a kiss to his lips. “Much better.”

#finally banging another one out #i had this idea this morning #and im doing a work on your damn wips nanowrimo #so i thought i could make this idea work with one of the prompts #i do have another idea but im not sure about it #it kinda works with one of the prompts #and this also means im at the right time to work on a cumslut leader line work #god yall remember that?#seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #svt imagines #svt smut #hoshi imagines #hoshi smut #soonyoung imagines #soonyoung smut #kwon soonyoung smut

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ot72025 · 1 month

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#bts yoongi #bts #yoongi #min yoongi

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bts-trans · 1 year

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230905 WKorea's Instagram Reel

#협찬 BTS RM이 보테가 베네타(Bottega Veneta)가 후원하는 강서경 작가의 <버들 북 꾀꼬리> 개인전에 참석했습니다. 그가 더블유 독자들에게 보내온 반가운 인사말을 확인해보세요. RM의 더 많은 모습들과 직접 감상한 개인전 리포트 영상도 곧 공개될 예정이니 많관부! @/wkorea #editor_박예린 - 어시스턴트ㅣ이세영 - @/rkive #BottegaVeneta #보테가베네타 #BottegaVenetaInSeoul #보테가베네타인서울 #더블유 #wkorea

BTS' RM attended the private exhibition "Willow Drum Oriole" of author Kang Seo-kyung sponsored by Bottega Veneta. Check out the greetings message he left for readers of Wkorea. More of RM's pictures and videos from the exhibition will be up soon so please look forward to those! @/wkorea #editor_ParkYerin

#BottegaVeneta #BottegaVenetaInSeoul #WKorea

Video Translation:

RM: Hello this is RM with WKorea. I'm here at author Kang Seo-kyung's exhibition "Willow Drum Oriole" at Leeum Museum of Art in Hannam-dong. All of you probably already know that I really like art exhibitions and art from various cultures. Personally, she's one of my favourite authors and Leeum Museum of Art is a place I really like so I'd really really like it if a lot of people could come, take a look around and enjoy the culture. Thank you.

#230905 #rm #namjoon #WKorea #instagram #insta #reel #kangseokyung #willow drum oriole #rm art appreciation #bts #bangtan #bottegaveneta

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Kim So-hyun ⁇ Son Jun-ho, 1 household 1 Elbe 10 billion households ⁇ Home ⁇ Home ⁇ No help from family ⁇

Source: k-star-holic.blogspot.com

#Son Jun-ho #Hyun Jyu-ni #Hannam-dong #Kim So-hyun #Jang Sung-kyu

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fashionlandscapeblog · 1 year

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THE_SYSTEM LAB

Hannam-Dong HANDS Corporation Headquarters, Seoul, South Korea, 2014

#THE_SYSTEM LAB #architecture #organic architecture #biophilic design #biophilic architecture #dezeen #architizer #design #architectural design #korean architecture

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Act (Jennie & Ryujin x M Reader)

You're someone who's influential. Not a lot of people know about your existence, but it is clear that without your existence, the world of KPOP wouldn't be as shining as it is currently. You're the CEO of JBP Investments, which literally stands for 'Jeju Black Pork', due to you being from Jeju Island, and loving Jeju Black Pork. You work as an investor, investing in the entertainment industry, and you happen to hold large shares in the Big 4 entertainment companies, which includes YG Entertainment, JYP Entertainment, SM Entertainment, and HYBE.

Every once in a while, you arrange secret parties for your artists. A party where the public and especially the press isn't supposed to know, a time where idols get to be themselves, lost in pleasure and dopamine.

Today happens to be one of those parties again, as you hold one, exclusive for YG and JYP idols, in your residence at Hannam-Dong. You intentionally selected Hannam-Dong as the location for your party as it is seen as a place of luxury, so people wouldn't think that there will be a party here. Unbeknownst to them however, there is a party here almost every day.

You arrived at the party a bit late, and as you arrived, you already saw a lot of artists and producers partying. You also saw the DJ, setting up the tune and the mood of the party, enlightening it. As you observed, you saw a women in black, walking towards you.

"Hey baby." Jennie Kim, your girlfriend, THE Jennie from Blackpink, said. "Hey, I miss you." You replied, pecking her on the cheeks, before she does the same. "Any targets tonight?" She asks you. "Not yet, but I'm looking to return someone to their place though." You said.

It is a secret that only you, fellow Blackpink members, as well as some other idols know that almost every idols love to fuck here and then, especially during parties or galas. It also isn't a surprise that you'd love to do so, having sexcapades with Jennie very often, almost at every party the two of you attended. Tonight seemed to be just one of those nights.

"Look, there's Ryujin from ITZY. I heard she's becoming more tomboy by the day." She told you, and you agreed at her statement. Ryujin's one of the girls you fucked in the past, and the two of you are definitely waiting for it to happen again. "Get to the room, strip yourself on the bed, for me." You instructed Jennie, and she nodded.

You then walked up to Ryujin, approaching her from the back, as she dances. You then leaned into her ears, before saying "Hello there." "Oppa, I miss you." She replied. "I miss you too." You replied back, before starting to grind on her clothed ass. You started kissing her on her neck as the two of you danced, basically grinding on each other, as you placed your hands on her hips.

Not long after, she grabbed your hands, before putting it into her pants. You knew what she wanted, and you started going lower, caressing her clit with your thumb as you insert two fingers into her pussy. You started fingering her at a slow pace, following your grinding and kissing speed as well as the tempo of the song.

Soon enough, the song changed into a more upbeat tempo and you started fingering her faster, as well as rubbing her clit faster and leaving more kisses, before you started making out with her. Her pussy started clenching harder and you knew she was about to cum. Feeling nice for her, you decided to let her cum, as you fingered her at a very fast and deep pace, before......

"FUCKKKKKK!!!!" She moaned into your ears, as she came on your fingers. You continued stimulating her, fingering her rapidly before her climax comes to an end. You pulled out of her pussy, licking one of your fingers, tasting her sweet cum, before you let her taste it.

"Follow me." You instructed her, and she nodded. You guided her to the penthouse floor, where you instructed Jennie before. You opened the door, and already saw the dress Jennie wore, as well as her bra and panties, lying on the floor. You guided Ryujin to the room, and saw Jennie lying on the bed.

(Imagine she's naked)

Jennie then got up from the bed, sitting on the couch next to the bed. You grabbed Ryujin, as you pushed her onto the bed, before stripping yourself off of your attire, leaving you naked, and hard.

"Ryujinnie, daddy and I believe that you've been too tomboy. So, we'll have to put you back in your place, where you belong." Jennie told her, before you looked at her.

You went to the drawer to get some lube, as Jennie starts to undress Ryujin, leaving soft kisses on her body as well as sucking some parts of her body. As Jennie got Ryujin off her outfit, getting her naked, you put your face near Ryujin's pussy, kissing around her pussy and her thighs, making her squirm, which made Jennie hold her down.

You stared at Jennie, giving her an affirming nod, before she hopped onto Ryujin, facing yourself. Jennie puts her pussy on Ryujin's mouth, and Ryujin started kissing and sucking her pussy. You saw Jennie move aggressively due to pleasure, which surprised you since it hasn't been long, but you also saw Ryujin trying to hold her down, making sure she gives Jennie the ultimate pleasure.

To make sure the two received great pleasure, you started sucking and licking Ryujin's pussy, making her moan and squirm as you gave her oral pleasure. This also affected Jennie, who felt more stimulation from Ryujin's moans during her oral pleasures. You increased your pace, which triggers Ryujin to do the same, and before long....

"FUCKKKKKK!!!!" Jennie moaned loudly, as she came, HARD. Ryujin increased her pace, eating Jennie out. Meanwhile, you stopped pleasuring Ryujin as you went to Jennie, rubbing her clit aggressively as well as sucking her tits, prolonging her climax. "OHHHH YESS DADDY CONTINUE IT PLEASE, FUCKKKK!!!" Jennie continued moaning. You started biting on her tits, forcing Jennie to groan louder as well as pushing your head deeper into her tits. Eventually, Jennie came down from her high. You helped her got up from Ryujin's face, and you saw Ryujin's face, glistening in wetness, coated in Jennie's cum.

You saw Jennie smirk, before you said "Eat her out." Jennie does as instructed, before you got on Ryujin's tits, slapping your cock against her cheeks. She smiled at you, before spitting on her hands, and then started jerking off your cock for lube. Not long after, you took your hands to her chin, opening it, and she knew what you want. She started licking each and EVERY part of your cock, from the right side, to the left, to the bottom part, before sucking out ot the tip of your cock. She didn't forget to suck your balls, as well as playing with them as she inserted your cock into her mouth.

"AHhhhhh" You groaned, feeling her warm mouth on your cock, which, you can't lie, but stimulated you a lot. If you didn't knew better or were still a virgin, you would've cum then and there. But you knew what you want, so you manage to held through, as she starts hollowing her mouth, sucking your cock softly, reaching deeper after each stroke. It didn't take long before your cock hit the tip of her throat, and now, you know your limit. You pulled your cock out of her mouth, holding her chin still, before you start mouthfucking her. You went all out, thrusting into her mouth hard and fast, making sure to reach her throat after every thrust.

You can feel her pleasure as her mouth gets tighter after each thrust, mainly due to her moans as well as exhaustion. You kept this up for a while, before you heard Jennie told you "She's leaking, probably cumming soon." You nodded at her, before looking at Ryujin, "Cum babygirl, and I'll finish in your mouth." She nodded, before you increased your pace. It didn't take long before.....

"AHHHHHH" You groaned, holding Ryujin's head onto your crotch, as you try to get as deep as possible, cumming inside her. This made her VERY stimulated, causing Ryujin to cum at the same time, squirting all over Jennie's face. Soon after, the two of you came down from your high, as you pulled out of her mouth. "Swallow it." You instructed Ryujin and she did so immediately.

You then turned around and saw Jennie, her face now glistening from Ryujin's cum. You grabbed her chin, kissing her on the lips softly, and she replied with the same intensity. As you moved down from her lips to her cheeks, neck and collarbone, you inserted your fingers into her pussy, stimulating her. She also grabbed your cock, jerking it to get you hard again.

After feeling that you're hard enough, you pulled your fingers out of her pussy, before lifting Jennie by her thighs, placing her on your cock, before she lowered herself into my cock. "Ryujinnie, watch. Watch, and masturbate. If you cum before we do, you'll receive a punishment." Jennie instructed Ryujin, and she followed her orders. Jennie started moving up and down on your cock, as you held her hips, helping her balance herself. It didn't take long before you start enjoying her body, sucking on her tits and cleavage.

You fondled with her tits while sucking the other as well as starting to rub her clit, which caused her to squirm and moan in pleasure, never receiving this type of pleasure before. As you opened your eyes, you saw Ryujin fingering herself, already moaning.

You then decided to take control, getting yourself on top, putting Jennie on the bed. You rubbed her clit a few times, before starting to thrust into her again, this time at a harder and more aggressive thrust. It didn't take long to hear two loud moans, which turned you on even more.

After a short while, you flipped Jennie, setting her in doggy, before you fucked her more. You started playing with her tits and clit, leaning on her back as you fuck her. It didn't take long before.....

"FUCKKKKKK!!!!" You heard Ryujin moan loudly and you turned to her, seeing that she squirted A LOT. You smirked, before looking back at Jennie, "Looks like our toy came early. We'll give her punishment later. I'll fuck you until oblivion." Jennie smirked at your statement as you started pounding her again. You kissed her on the neck, before grabbing her face and kissing her. It didn't take long before.....

"Baby I'm cumming soon." Jennie said, and you kissed her on the cheek, before flipping the two of you over, letting her ride you and control the pace. She rode you a few times, before setting your cock deep inside her pussy, moving front and back. You then took her hips, lifting it up a bit as you encouraged her to ride you while you thrust up into her, meeting her mid-thrust. Not long after.....

"FUCKKKK BABY FUCKKKK!!!!" Jennie moaned loudly as she came, clenching my cock deep in her pussy, causing me to cum deep inside her. I continued thrusting her for a few times, before we both came down from our highs. I then pulled out of her, laying her on my side, before pulling the covers. As we both were closing our eyes, we heard Ryujin say something.

"Daddy, what about me?" "Well, you came early, breaking our rules. So as a punishment, I'm not fucking you." You said to Ryujin, which made her fall to her knees in front of you and Jennie, and beg for the two of you to fuck her. You looked at Jennie and smirked, your cock hardening again. Let's just say that the three of you fucked each other for the next 5 days with minimal rest.

#kpop #kpop gg #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #kpop imagines #male reader #jennie smut #jennie blackpink #jennie #jennie kim #blackpink #itzy #itzy ryujin #ryujin #ryujin smut #itzy smut

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Hello, Sunset - 10

AN: None of this is proofread, all mistakes are mine. I'm so excited to see what you all think about this chapter! It's the first full chapter in Cheol's POV. PAIRING: Seungcheol x fem!reader GENRE: exes to lovers, idol verse, angst WORD COUNT: 4,289 WARNINGS: reader has anxiety and depression, swearing, mentions of alcohol Text in blue is spoken/written in Korean. PREVIOUS / NEXT

It didn’t feel like home. It’s something he struggled with even though it had been a few years since his parents had moved houses. He supposed if the place you went to reminisce wasn’t your childhood home, where your dreams and youth still lingered in the air, it didn’t have the same effect of homecoming. Seungcheol was resting in the guest room he would stay in whenever he visited. The room was dark, cold and bare, just like the feeling in his gut. He hadn’t been back, back in this room since he’d visited his parents during his break last year in June. It was too soon and too raw to come back on his next break and so he had instead had shut himself up in the flat he shared with his brother. Well, that was after he had first turned up in Hannam-dong out of habit, before realising that she wasn’t there anymore. The code still worked since there was still time left on the lease but when he’d walked in, it was as if she’d never existed. All traces of her, from her belongings to the scent of her perfume that had been seeped into the flat, were all gone.

She’d taken his home with her, when she took all her belongings. It was cheesy to say but she had become his home. What do you do when your home is a person, not a place? What do you do when you can’t seek peace and comfort in a person who has become the axis of your world? What do you do when a moment of insecurity, a moment of fear, a moment of thoughtlessness ruined it all? What do you do when you become homeless? Because now they didn’t belong to each other anymore, as much as a person could belong to another, and he didn’t have a home.

Laying in the darkness, with only the moon and the stars for company, Seungcheol yearned to turn back time. He wiped away the stray tear that dripped from the corner of his eyes and down the side of his face. She looked happier without him. It was the first thing he had noticed as soon as he saw the fancams. His habit of searching up on Naver was one enlistment hadn’t broken. In fact, he had gotten better with it, especially over the past few months when his only source of news of her was from the internet. His soul was aching to be with her. The dates had been ingrained in his mind from the moment her tour dates had been announced. It was almost poetic when his discharge date was confirmed, he’d be free to see her but he no longer had the privilege. His tongue had been burning to ask questions when he’d met his bandmates, the ones who were not currently under the care of the Republic of Korea. He wanted to quiz them on everything. Was she eating well? Did she sleep fine? Does someone remind her to take a break? He wanted to know the answers and to know everything he’d missed as if they hadn’t parted ways, as if he hadn’t been so brutal. Seungcheol knew he could be selfish, but he didn’t realise how easily it came to him till he sent that text. The nightmares and the sleepless nights that followed wouldn’t be enough penance for the pain he caused, he knew that. Yet, he still yearned.

So, Seuncheol had looked her up on Naver hoping to see videos of her performing and love her through the screen, because he never did stop loving her. His eyes feasted on her, adoring every strand of hair, memorising each smile and soaking in her voice. That’s how he brought himself a semblance of feeling at home. As he admired yet another beautiful shot of her on the stage, and they were all beautiful because they were of her, he wondered if things were different, could he have been in the same vast arena, watching her proudly and feel full at heart. He’d never been fortunate enough to watch her shine in person - the others had at least had the opportunity during MAMA Awards but he’d arrived late and missed that. He’d promised that he would come and watch her when she performed in Seoul and she’d promised to sing a love song just for him. He wondered if he would ever get the chance to do that.

He’d grilled Shua on whether he would be seeing her. He knew they were going to the concert, Seungkwan had already blabbed. He wanted to know if they would meet privately. Even if the door was closed in his face, Seunghceol would have gone with them. Shua had been reluctant to answer and had said nothing had been confirmed as of yet. Seeing the videos of her acknowledging Shua and the others, it had made him green with envy. He’d wanted that for them, to be able to openly acknowledge their love and had hoped that freedom would come one day. To see that it could come so easily now, but there was nothing to acknowledge between them anymore. He was nothing more than a stranger. She’d always said that she’d rather forgive and forget when it came to relationships because she didn’t want to hold on to the anger. He was sure he was now a memory she wished to forget. Maybe she had already erased the moments he’d hoped to look back at together for a lifetime. Would he be lost without a home forever?

Seungcheol had lost the last of his control and had sent a pleading message to his friend. He’d begged him to pass his message on to her. He needed to see her with his own eyes, even if he had no right to ask for this anymore. If they couldn’t fix things, and rightly so because he’d been the one to destroy their haven, he needed to at least ease some of his guilt by apologising. She was too kind, too caring to say no to that. He knew she’d allow him to do that at least, even if it wasn’t the best thing. He shouldn’t have taken advantage like that but Seungcheol had already come to accept that he was selfish, remember. This was his purgatory; waiting for a response from Shua felt like walking towards a mirage of water in the desert. He knew it was pointless, but he still remained hopeful. Seungcheol still yearned. Even as the minutes passed by and he still hadn’t had a response, he held his breath in his hands and waited.

Short breaths, loud gasps and sweaty palms, they were all back. His hand reached for his phone again. He stared at his phone lockscreen, the digital clock ticking past midnight whilst the brown innocent eyes of her looked back at him in affection. He’d taken it during a Sunday morning, their morning routine that had become second nature to them had been in motion. She was wearing his shirt, hair in a messy bun, and lounging on the bed and looking into his heart. He wished he could travel back to that morning. She would have been shy right after the picture was taken, pushing his shoulder in protest before allowing him to pull her into his chest. They would have stayed cuddled, cocooned in their little world as she read her book and he played a game on his phone. Seungcheol traced her eyes on the screen as he tried to return his breathing to normal. He swallowed his sobs and closed his eyes when the image of her became too blurry because of his tears. He wished she could hold him right now. That she could say that it’s okay, that he’s still her love, her honey and that she’ll hold him and breathe for him till he feels better. He yearned for her.

The vibration of his phone startled Seungcheol.

She said yes. Meet us at the dorms and we’ll go together.

Seungcheol’s breaths came in a stutter, the choking slowly easing as if the imaginary hands that so tightly squeezed his windpipe decided to show him mercy. Just like she had. Convincing himself that if he slept now he would be closer to meeting her, Seungcheol went to bed listening to her sing. The last words he heard her singing were ‘I love you’ as he fell into . Seungcheol yearned for tomorrow.

The dawn brought hope to Seugcheol. He had found himself in a car back to Seoul not long after a quick breakfast with his parents. The anticipation was almost too much during that journey and he was sure that if anyone else had been with him, they would have lost their patience at his endless shaking of his legs, the rustling noise of his jeans were sure to grate on anyone’s nerves. His thoughts had been racing, running through different scenarios of how the conversation could go. His mind was a stage and the same scene was being performed again and again. The Seungcheol in his mind would say a soft ‘hi’ and then the fictional her would nod. Whenever she was overwhelmed, she tended to go quiet. It was one of the first things he’d noticed about her. He’d say the words he had owed her, things that had been left unspoken for too long till they grew tenfold and ugly, creating the demons in his head. The Seungcheol in his head would beg for another chance, that their story isn’t quite over and could she give him just one more chance. The scene would always end here. He didn’t have the confidence to predict any answers. If he had no expectations, then there won’t be any disappointments, he told himself foolishly.

Seungcheol felt lighter as soon as he’d arrived at Shua’s place; he was one step closer to seeing her again. It was as if the promise of this meeting had relieved the load that he had been shouldering for the past nine months. Whatever happened - and he knew what he wanted the outcome to be but whatever happened, at least, he could say that he had tried to fight for their love. The biggest regret in all of this was that he hadn’t truly tried. He’d let her take more than the fair share in keeping their relationship together. It wasn’t to say that he didn’t care but she was too understanding. She took joy in his smallest efforts that he began to think the minimal effort was enough. When it became too much, when she asked him to put the same work into their relationship as she did, it wasn’t convenient anymore. Seungcheol didn’t know how to balance all of it and he gave up at the hurdles instead of even trying to jump and pass. He’d taught himself to believe in ultimatums, in all or nothing. He knew better now. He hoped he could at least try to show that he was ready, that he was better prepared to juggle whatever challenges that came their way and that it was his turn to take the load in balancing things. He still wanted to live out the daydreams and promises of the future they’d spoken about. If he could wish them into existence, he would. He could only wish that she’d listen and believe him.

Seungcheol made a pit stop at his apartment before heading to the dorms. He’d collected the jewellery box that had been collecting dust since it had been put away one distressing night. It wasn’t till he’d received the package from his manager that he’d realised what he had done, that it was truly finished. The sight had been harrowing. A piece of metal had gotten his 31-year old self sobbing inconsolably. The ring that had been missing from his hand, now glowed next to the one that represented his bond with his members. The box burned a hole in his pocket as he ached to return the ring to its owner. It belonged with her, and he longed to put it back on as he had the first time when they’d reached their first 100 day anniversary. He longed to give her another ring, one with a round cut diamond that sparkled like his eyes did when they looked at her. One he’d already bought and rested in the same jewellery box in his pocket.

With renewed determination, Seungcheol arrived at the apartment he’d previously shared with Shua and Myeong Ho. Though he’d stayed the night in his room during busy schedules even after he’d moved in with his brother, it felt strange to be here. Once he’d started dating her, he returned less frequently, willing to travel the extra distance to stay at her place so they’d at least have some time together, even if that meant an earlier wake up call. The apartment didn’t look much different from his last visit though he noticed some new additions like the trinkets the two residents had picked up from their recent travels.

“Coups, is that you?” Shua’s called out from his room.

“Yes, it’s me.”

“I’m just getting ready. I’ll be out soon. Seungkwan and Vernon should be arriving soon.”

Acknowledging his friend’s update, Seungcheol walked over to the sofas to take a seat and wait comfortably. He spent the time scrolling through his phone, watching more videos of last night’s concert. In about 3 hours, they’d be in the same building. He could drink her in with his own two eyes soon, finally feeding his craving for her.

“Have you eaten yet?” His friend asked as he walked into the room.

“No, I left just after breakfast and just got here.”

“The kids said they’re hungry so let’s grab some food before we go, okay? We still have lots of time.”

“Mmmh,” Seungcheol agreed, “let’s do that.”

Joshua puttered around the kitchen, making himself and Seungcheol some coffee.

“Shua, what did… What did you tell Y/N? And, how, I mean, what did she say?”

His friend didn’t respond immediately. He finished making the hot beverages and brought it to where he was sitting. He put one mug on top of the coaster in front of him and took a sip from the one he still held, as he sat down in the armchair to Seungcheol’s right.

“I told her that you wanted to talk, that you wanted a chance. I didn’t ask her about the concert, I showed her your messages and she said yes to you coming tonight.”

Shua took another sip of his coffee.

“She didn’t say anything else and I didn’t push her.”

Seungcheol exhaled loudly, not realising he’d held his breath as he waited to hear from his friend on how you’d reacted. He picked up the mug in front of him, the warmth grounding him as he warmed his clammy hands against them as he cupped the sides instead of the handle. He blew at the liquid to cool it down before he took a big gulp. It still scolded his tongue and Seungcheol put the mug back down.

“Do you think she’ll take me back?”

It was as if they were taking turns and pretending to drink the coffee that was too hot for a normal person, just so they could take a pause and consider the words they’ll say to each other. It was almost comical and Seungcheol would have laughed if this wasn't his own reality. Why were they acting like strangers and being so polite instead of friends who’d known each other for more than ten years?

Joshua put down his mug, and nudged forward in his seat to look at Seungcheol.

“Why should she?”

“What? I can’t -”

“You need to convince her, not me. Yes, there were outside factors but you can’t put the blame on PLEDIS and HYBE.”

Seungcheol fell silent at this. He knew that, he knew he couldn’t hide behind the excuses.

“Do you know what she did say? She said she didn’t really know you. She doubted if she’d read into the relationship being more than what it was.”

He was heartbroken. How could she think that? No one knew him as best as she did.

Seeing his friend upset thawed his anger, Shua quickly added that she’d said this six months ago when he’d finally gotten to speak to her after she’d avoided him for months. He told Seungcheol all about the meeting you’d had with HYBE and PLEDIS representatives, everything that had come to light in that meeting. Seungcheol felt worse and worse. He couldn’t even feel angry at others when the blame lay with him. How had he not noticed any of this?

“Look. You’re both my friends. I love you both and no one would be happier than me if you get back together. Just make sure you both communicate better. Y/N’s a people pleaser. She won’t say when she’s struggling. She should have told you about these things when they happened. And you, you don’t have to worry about things on your own. I won’t say more on this than that you both have me if you need anything, okay?”

As if they’d been hovering till this conversation had ended, the doorbell rang when Shua finished speaking.

“Go and freshen up and then we’ll head out,” Shua said as he walked towards the door to open it for his friends. Seungcheol gathered the mugs and placed them in the sink before obeying his friend’s instruction to clean up.

Vernon and Seungkwan knew better than to speak the obvious. Joshua hadn’t said more than that their oldest member would be joining them for the day two concert and there clearly had been more things happening in the background for this to happen. Seungkwan had been warned to read the room and not run away with his mouth like he had done two days ago. He’d learnt his lesson after experiencing the stifling awkwardness that had followed his slip up. The younger same-age friends had agreed they would just pretend all was normal. So, they spoke about the latest news from Dino, who was currently recovering from a cold. They spoke about the clips they had seen from yesterday’s concerts and the 98 line friends who had messaged them in envy. They spoke about the fellow Korean musicians Y/N had informed them would be attending the concert tonight.

In between swallowing the soup and rice combo, Seungkwan commented, “Y/N noona got Baek Yerin-nim to perform with her today. Apparently, she wasn’t going to have anyone today because Taeyang subaenim said he was busy but since they were close, Baek Yerin-nim offered.”

“Hmm. Didn’t they do a song together?”

“No, Y/N noona wrote some songs for Baek Yerin’s last album and they become friends then.”

“How is it that you know everyone and everything?”

It wasn’t even a question at this point from Vernon. It was more like an observation. Seungkwan gave a proud smile in response to Vernon as Joshua chuckled at the duo. Seungcheol was too lost in his thoughts to join in, stirring his spoon in the half empty bowl instead of finishing his meal. He wasn’t paying attention to the scraping noise his spoon would make once in a while, a sound that would make those who shared his table wince each time. He probably couldn’t have answered correctly if someone had asked what soup he ate or what banchan had been served alongside. Only his body was in the restaurant, his mind and soul was already at the venue.

Once everyone else had finished their meal and the bill had been paid, they were on their way to the KSPO Dome. They’d arrived earlier than the previous today and so ran into fellow concert-goers as they found their seats. Whilst some fans had recognised Joshua, Vernon and Seungkwan, no one had expected Seungcheol would be there and so hadn’t immediately caught on to who the fourth person was. While they had claimed their seats and gotten comfortable, the mobile phones and cameras had been capturing every moment and the pictures were circulating in real time. Soon, some dedicated fans had identified the mysterious addition as SEVENTEEN’s S.Coups and the internet was losing its mind. What was S.Coups doing here? Didn’t he use to date Y/N? Does this mean they’re back together? Before the first song of the night could be performed, the pair were trending on the hot searches.

As soon as Y/N appeared on stage, Seungcheol’s nerves disappeared. His heart settled, finally finding its rhythm after so long, restored to its full self now that its missing piece was so close. He couldn’t hold back the emotions or watch his reaction conscious of the videos that would be taken by the spectators. Even as Joshua nudged him with his pointy elbow into his side, Seungcheol couldn’t, wouldn’t take his eyes off Y/N. His hunger had been ignited and he was greedy for more. Even as his eyes grew moist and his vision blurred, he continued to watch and admire the woman he loved. He’d forgotten how much he loved her. He’d forgotten how much she set him ablaze with her presence. He’d forgotten how amazing and awe-inspiring she was. As he watched and watched, she reminded him. Look at me. Look at me bewitching an arena of people with my voice. Look at me so tall, proud and confident in my own skin. Look at the me you forgot about.

She was talking to him. He heard her loud and clear in the songs she sang to thousands. The personal message hidden in the lyrics, telling him he was late. The extra spring in her step as she moved through the dance steps. When she sang her duet with Baek Yerin, they sang an English song. One he didn’t recognise but Joshua whispered in his ears that it was Amy Winehouse. He’d worked on his English language skills over the years but especially the past few, working particularly on his comprehension. It was as if it was for this moment as she sang about how her tears dry on their own. The irony didn’t escape him as it was his tears that were rolling as her blinding smile glowed on the LED screens. The message was clear. He walked away and she’d grown from it.

Seungcheol felt as if he was walking to his execution. He’d been yearning, longing and waiting for this very moment, yet now, he didn’t want to go ahead. The corridor seemed uninviting and scary. Recognising his friend’s hesitation, Joshua had suggested that they meet with Y/N first so they would have privacy for their conversation. They’d said goodbyes quickly, mindful that she had a morning flight that would take her far away from them again. Suddenly, it was now his turn. She was behind the door he stood outside of, one he wished he could see through. Was she as nervous, as terrified as he was? Whatever will be spoken, whatever they do will be final. He couldn’t rewrite the scene in his head anymore. It was time for him to pull his courage and put himself up for judgement.

Of course, the door would creak when he pushed it open. He didn’t see her instantly when he opened the door. It was only after taking a step into the dressing room that he saw her. In the corner behind the door, she sat in a chair, her hands clasped and twisting nervously, eyes looking down at the floor. She didn’t look up when the door closed loudly though she couldn’t stop herself jumping at the noise. This woman wasn’t the one on stage ten minutes ago. She wasn’t tall, proud and confident in her own skin. She looked so small and fragile. Seungcheol felt disgusted. What had he done? Seungcheol was devastated. Why was she so scared of him? Seungcheol had lost. How could he ask for a second chance after this?

“I, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything. I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for,” he swallowed his sobs because he didn’t deserve to cry, didn’t deserve her sympathy, “I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. I won’t, I won’t ask to meet you again.”

He nearly ran out of the room before remembering the jewellery box that weighed his heart down.

“This is yours. It was always yours. If you don’t want it, you can get rid of it. It belongs to you, not me.”

He placed the box roughly in her line of sight before leaving. He walked briskly to the end of the corridor before stopping when the pain overtook. The pain that ran down his leg, that throbbed around his knee was nothing. It was nothing to the pain his heart cried out to. As he staggered and as his leg gave up, Seungcheol allowed himself to cry. The tears streamed till he couldn’t see or hear his wailing. As he cried for the lost future, a door opened abruptly and someone began running. Seungcheol should go. He knew he shouldn’t be crying here. But he couldn’t stop. The footsteps got closer and closer and then, he was home. He was home. He was home in her arms. She held him tightly and he felt alive, so warm and full. She brushed his tears away even as new ones rolled down his cheeks. She caressed his puffy cheeks and gazed at him with love.

“You idiot! You are a fool, Choi Seungcheol.” Then, she kissed him.

“I love you too.” He was finally home.

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