#KOREA IS BRINGING IT WITH THEIR KISSING SKILLS

[bl-bam-beyond]

LOVE CLASS SEASON 2 (2023, SOUTH KOREA)

The Finale

Maru (LEE KWANG HEE) was slow in realizing his feelings for his best friend Min Woo (WOO HYO WON) or even noticing that Min Woo was in love with him but once he realized he is making sure Min Woo feels the love.

They are so beautiful together.

@pose4photoml @lutawolf

[singukieee]

—my all time favourite bts fics (pt. 2) ᯓᡣ𐭩

consists of my personal favourite bts fics that I've read countless of times. including those from other platforms, such as Wattpad, AO3, and Patreon.

For some works that are cross-posted between tumblr and wp/ao3, I'd only link them to the latters bcs I find it easier to read and navigate the stories on those. but I also tagged all the authors I know are here and linked the rest so you can check their blogs out yourself!

I'll also separate this list into several parts simply because there's too many... So it'd be easier for you guys to navigate!

red means unfinished

blue means finished

🗯️ editor's note

(sorted by alphabetical order)

Dreams of You by seoktishie

You are a theater actress who dreams of becoming a successful Broadway star. You’ve dedicated your whole life hustling for the show, surrounded by a supportive family and friends you never thought you would lose your best friend and boyfriend on the same day. This puts your dreams to a halt, and you decide to take a break and a soul-searching trip to Korea, where you meet a successful artist that reconnects your love for the arts. OR You accidentally meet Kim Namjoon of BTS, and you had no idea of how an amazing person he is nor how he is the leader of the biggest boyband to date!

🗯️ the yearning and pining *chef's kiss*

Epiphany by 2stanornot2stan

Your soulmate mark seemed self-centred to you "I'm the one I should love" Who would ever want to love someone with that as their soulmate mark?

🗯️ this one is painful. but writing's so good, doesn't fail in pulling my heartstrings.

Escapade by bonnehh_

"Where the hell am I?!" He shrieked, stumbling over his feet like a newborn deer. He was a panicking mess, spinning around in circles to see the unfamiliar sight of giant trees and bushy plants covering the land. The forest was heavily rich with greenery, vegetation and strange fruits. Fallen leaves covered the ground, creating a crunching sound after every step he took. "Calm down, Sweets." I calmly voiced amidst his loud screeches. My words cut through his mess of a mind making him freeze on his spot. Turning on his heel, he noticed me. He stumbled back immediately, possibly because I was covered in angry, red scratches and the bandages covering my arms alerted the male. "What the fudge?!!?! Who- who are you??" He shouted, alarmed by my…seemingly beaten-up figure. "I'm Diana. Welcome to the game." I smiled softly. Hoping my excitement can keep a hold of itself for the sake of keeping the man from getting scared. Dumbfounded, He could only let one word out, "Huh?". Oh boy.

🗯️ a cool one! many adventures and mc has freakishly good survival skills. this honestly cured my longing for that one fic that's no more that was also survival, adventure and game themed with slight crack. I think it was called 'Ready Player One'? (not that famous book and movie). but I think it was a translated ver of a chinese ff on another platform. Idk I still missed it very much, it was also very good. (If you know anything abt this, pls dm me!)

Ethereal by @purpleyoonn

After leaving your home in need of a fresh start, you open a bookstore with the hopes that the words you read could bring you solace. You never realized that the books you loved would bring you home instead.

🗯️ I love soulmate stories, this author also has good writing so

Euphoric Endeavours by haveagreatday

Through a series of curious happenstances, the Boys of Bangtan - your campus' most popular and most handsome group of individuals - set their sights on you, a regular student with a stubborn streak and a wayward mouth. Strangely enough, the mere sight of them sets your instincts off, red-lights flashing in your brain - danger, danger, danger, danger. It's too bad that they can't seem to leave you alone, though. They like you too much.

🗯️ enemies to lovers, anyone?

Everything Falls (Into Place) by Hiromi_20 / @blog-name-idk

"I… I might know someone who has a spare room," your brother finally muttered hesitantly. You perked up from where the couch had been swallowing you. "What! And you didn't tell me?" You accused. "You'd be living with a bunch of dudes." "Oh my god Jackson," you groaned, rolling your eyes. "The fact that you're even suggesting them means that you know them all and they're good people, right? It's not like they're gonna murder me and hide my body in the walls or something." "Well, yeah, but…" "But WHAT?" you almost screamed in frustration. "They're all… hot." Silence for several moments. Then you started guffawing uncontrollably, unladylike snorts escaping from your lips. "You are such a dork," you gasped between laughs, tears coming to your eyes. "If I promise not to let them gangbang me, will you please ask?"

🗯️ another really well-written crack fic! goshhh this one's so goood! this one's the real friends to lovers, gosh the pining is just *chef's kiss*

Finding My Pack by @untaemedqueen (paid on Patreon but so worth it)

In which an all-alpha pack unexpectedly found their mate isolated in a sterile room. So the only right thing would be to pamper and love her to make up for all those years she spent alone and lonely.

🗯️ spicyy 🥵 but also cute. I love protective mates

Flaw in The System by Strayberry_

She has 8 moons on her wrist. So do they.

🗯️ honestly Idk what to say about this one. just prepare your tissues for this family of misfits that fit so well together.

Full House by fillomina

Y/N has a steady job and lives alone, that is, until she tags along with her friend to the shelter. Jimin, Hobi, and Yoongi have been waiting to get adopted, and their chance has finally arrived. With the small hybrid pack now living with Y/N, her life never has a dull moment. As Y/N gets used to her new family, she also begins learning more about old friends, making new ones, and getting a very full house.

🗯️ I'd say that I don't like the fact that yn's kinda treated as a doormat at some parts, but it's still good and quite well-written found family fic.

Getting Back Into The Swing of Things by @jellifysh

Hearing her voice now, Namjoon was reminded of the times when she was all he had. How she was his everything, supported him with everything she had, even if it meant giving him the shirt off her back. "Joon?" Y/n sniffled. "I know it sounds crazy, you don't even have to, its been years," "No," Namjoon was agreeing before he could even think, before he could even remember the other people who lived in the house just the next room over. "No, its okay, I mean, we promised each other right? We'd never turn our backs on each other?" "You can stay with us, it'll be fine I promise, I'll handle everything, don't worry at all, it'll be great! Like, old times, okay?" Namjoon was tripping over his words now, he just felt like if he didn't see her now, he would be too late for… something. What, he wasn't sure, but there was an urgent need to have her home safe.

🗯️ just re-read this one again literally yesterday, still as good as the first time. I love strangers to friends to lovers.

Her by untouchablerave

The question hangs between you, and you’re desperate to ask it. Usually, you don’t mind much who is on the other end of the appointment, as you’re so focused on a list of kinks, trying to map out a scene in your head, but this time, the ‘who’ is all you can focus on. Your boss looks at you. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this but… do you know BTS?” Your head snaps up in shock. “You’re fucking with me,” you gasp. “I’m dead serious,” your boss replies. “Jeon Jungkook just came of age. He wants to lose it right away.”

🗯️ spicy but soft soft softtt

Hidden Marks series by Havenesa

❶ Hidden Marks

What does it mean to be soulmates? What do I love about her? What is the reason? Does there need to be a rational reason to love someone? Maybe I love her amber eyes, or the way she tries to hide her smile whenever we get into playful arguments, or her love for just living. Maybe I just love her because she is simply just Han Sera.

🗯️ This one's so angsty yet so good, the writing's also so good at making the characters so human that I'd always end up sobbing at every re-read.

❷ Connecting Hearts

What defines a soulmate? Is it the mark that you were born with, only shared with a selected few? Or a bond which was created through pain and suffering? You'll have to read to find out.

Highlight by Alphathyx

Hana attends Atlas Academy of Arts also known as the AAA to pursue her passions in Hiphop with best friend Hoseok and Prince Charming Jimin. The school gets selected along with other arts schools to compete in an inter-school competition which prize could open doors to any arts students dreams. She along with seven boys, discover what it means to love, but a tragic incident spirals the competition and them into a mystery no one saw coming.

🗯️ friendship and struggle to success <3

Hotel California by Deliebre

You are a badass business guru that works for a huge gaming company. Your home is Korea but you travel often. You are in California for work but keep bumping into hot Korean men, which makes you want to do more than bumping...

🗯️ immediate connection... yes please!

In The Dark by BearPawBeach

"How can that be? I am looking right at you. I am speaking to you right now." "That's the thing. I don't know! That's why I came here today. Yesterday, when you laughed at me, you laughed at me. I almost didn't believe it myself, but the more I thought about it, the crazier it sounded. So I came here to see you and to know if you can see me!" she blurted out. He could not believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. "Look, you don't need to lie to me. There is no need to make up some crazy excuse to meet someone." "I'm not lying! I really am invisible," she argued back. The man just threw his hands up to concede and turned to walk away from her again, walking right out of the building. The girl followed in hot pursuit. "Do you really not believe me? Why would I make something like that up? Yes, I know it sounds crazy. If I were you, I would probably think it's nuts too, but I am telling you the truth!"

🗯️ mc is invisible in this one, story's kinda sad and cute!

In Your Roots by sweetinsanityy

Jungkook is the perfect alpha, a little too perfect. Being the youngest in Bangtan, a group full of alpha's, friction has been happening between him and the boys. He's too strong, too dominating, too wild, and too much for Bangtan to handle. The perfect solution? An omega just for himself. You happen to be the perfect candidate. But the other boys want a taste of you as well. Or, you're hired to be an omega for Jungkook to take care of, and maybe he and the rest of the boys get too attached.

🗯️ another one about the boys being absolute simps!

Iridescent Love by @imnotlauriane

From a fated meeting to a life filled with wonders, the path of discovery is much, much harder than what I had prepared myself for. Especially when my identity, the only one I knew of ends up being a total lie.

🗯️ sad... but it got better. and what did I say abt imnotlauriane's stories? they're all good!

It's a Little Complex? by Infired_Mochi

Starting college and moving into a new apartment with complete independence has been your goal. Due to all the hard work at the cafe during your high school years, and your parents pitching in a few dollars, you can afford to stay in the apartment that is just the right size. However, did you get more than you bargained for? A few other college students occupy the rooms next to yours, seven to be exact. Eight rooms reside on the third floor of the apartment complex and yours is on the farthest right wing, apartment number 308. Just wait until you meet them.

🗯️ sooo it's a little complex... just read it!

Late Bloomer by basicwitch13

Despite growing up in a wolf pack, you were never able to shift nor had a second gender present itself. It seemed, by all accounts, that you were a typical human. So you carried on, burying yourself in your work as a sociology professor—until one of your students introduces you to his pack and changes everything.

🗯️ yes to yearning, pining, and healing.

Like Crazy by @euphoricfilter

The story of seven loves across eight lives.

🗯️ so freakin well-written

Little Do You Know... by @yoongiofmine

In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose.

🗯️ another idk what to sayy, just read bcs it's so gooood.

Magic Shop by AriZedd

In which Yn is meeting new friends (and an old one) getting charmed day by day.

🗯️ just read this crack fic, strangers to friends to ... I'm obsessed.

PART 1 | PART 3 | PART 4 | NAVI

[pommpuriinn]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ RELATIONSHIPS IN ENHYPEN

⋆˚࿔synopsis-ೃ⁀➷₊ how Athena is with each member and cute habits they have for each other

Jungwon

𑄽౿ the kitty duo! Always doing cat poses together every chance they get along with randomly meowing at each other. There’s this viral clip of the two during a group live where they just started meowing at each other, and the members just let the two be not bothering them

𑄽౿ “Athena Athena~” Jungwon sometimes sings Athena’s name cutely to get her attention or whenever he wants to cuddle. While Athena rubs her cheek on his shoulder when she wants his attention

𑄽౿ physical touch is the duo’s love language; back hugs, holding hands, cuddling, and head pats

𑄽౿ whenever they have to face each other while performing they make cute faces towards each other trying to make one of them laugh

𑄽౿ always is the one to break Niki and her’s playing fighting because he wants to make sure Niki isn’t going too rough on her

Heeseung

𑄽౿ enhypen’s centers since the iland days. The two would always be voted as centers and with that came one of Athena’s many viral lines, “damn, I guess we’re just that good.” She said with a jokingly cocky tone while shrugging making everyone laugh

𑄽౿ even though they are close now back then they were always competing with each other during iland, and the show didn’t shy away from showing those vulnerable moments. With those moments the two grew closer after understanding and clearing up the tension between them

𑄽౿ love spending their money by shopping whenever they travel outside of Korea

𑄽౿ Athena loves annoying him because she knows he could never be actually mad at her, it’s the goddess treatment she gets from the members

𑄽౿ the two always in the studio together creating music and helping the members while recording their songs

Jay

𑄽౿ Athena is Jay’s little taste tester whenever he cooks, she sits on the counter and just watches him cook. True cat energy she’s giving

𑄽౿ they both sometimes randomly start dancing and even have little dance battles just cause

𑄽౿ have deep conversations when they drink or go out to eat together, they either talk about the future or what they want to accomplish within themselves 

𑄽౿ is protective of Athena towards hate comments or rude interactions that she faces during in person events

𑄽౿ they constantly hype each other up no matter what they’re doing, but they mostly do it during variety shows and concerts

Jake

𑄽౿ english representatives of enhypen! They mostly talk to each other in english sometimes they like talking “shit” (their joking) about a member to see if they understand

𑄽౿ Athena always asks about Layla and demands to see new pictures that his family sends to him. She definitely went crazy when Jake brought Layla to the Hybe building

𑄽౿ when they have time the two like playing soccer together and Jake taught Athena all the terms and rules since he used to play

𑄽౿ sometimes when Jake gets too excited Athena has to back away which engenes compare them with videos of cats backing away from the over excited dog

𑄽౿ Jake admires Athena a lot because of her skills and her kind personality because during iland when he felt like he was behind Athena would notice and immediately start helping him

Sunghoon

𑄽౿ Athena brings Sunghoon out of his shell with her straightforwardness either it’s her playing around with him or sometimes opening flirting with him

𑄽౿ Athena has a habit to always hug Sunghoon’s arm whenever she’s feeling excited, or anxious which leads to him pulling her into a hug because he knows she might be having a panic attack

𑄽౿ watches Sunghoon figure skate with heart eyes which engenes and the members love pointing it out because it flusters Athena

𑄽౿ Sunghoon is also protective of Athena and always guides her away from danger

𑄽౿ he is another member that Athena shares her love language of physical touch with the only difference is that she sometimes shares sneaky kisses with him

Sunoo

𑄽౿ the ✨babygirls✨of the group for sure

𑄽౿ will be caught gossiping in the back of vlogs or whispering to each other during award shows

𑄽౿ Athena warmed up to Sunoo the fastest back in iland causing them to be the closest during that time, they were each other’s rock

𑄽౿ always serving in their selcas creating iconic poses that fans and some idols recreate to post

𑄽౿ Athena is Sunoo’s #1 defender, when a member is messing with Sunoo she’s ready to start fighting or scolding them

Niki

𑄽౿ Athena doesn’t really treat Niki like a baby more like a little annoying brother that she loves dearly

𑄽౿ they always start play fighting and the members have to remind Niki to be careful with Athena, and can’t rough house with her like how he can with one of the boys

𑄽౿ they’re a sneaky duo when it comes to playing games either on variety shows or on en-o clock. Athena always finds a way to cheat and brings Niki along with her

𑄽౿ Athena tries to speak in Japanese to Niki and make Japanese dishes just so he doesn’t feel too homesick

𑄽౿ TikTok dance duo! Engenes always looks forward to dance challenges with the two because they eat it up every time

[aespabangedup]

NINGNING THE CHAEBOL'S FLESHLIGHT:

Warning: Pure smut. Ningning is a whore in this story. Don't ask for morality, read it or leave it

Sitting on her knees inside the huge microbus for their transportation, Ningning is busy satisfying a middle aged Chaebol, around her father's age with her skilled blowjob.

It's just after their music show recording.This is the reason each members are traveling in different microbus these days. Fucking a pretty idol while traveling around the city in a car bring a whole new level of taboo and pleasure. They are still gorgeous from the makeup they have put for show. Other three Aespa whore are also fucking at the moment. SM's new attraction to attract investors.

She is caressing that man's balls like fidgets in one hand while the other is busy holding his hard dick like lollipop. Kissing the tip to licking the entire shaft base to tip, all of it.

Lollipop cause she was sucking that sweaty smelly dick like one, with a adorable smile and grin in face. With skills she is lowering her head on the dick tacking his old boy deep in her throat, holding it their for few sec then pulling out. Give few more stroke then again it's deep in her main vocal throat. Maybe this is why she can sing so good, her vagina throat that get pregnant often is the secret.

The chaebol had his hands on Ningning's head, patting and guiding her with experience. Not too forced, not too free. Like putting a leash on her head. And Ningning skillfully following the slight lead.

His eyes half open, feeling the ecstasy. Meanwhile Ningning feeling her designer panty getting wet, making her safety short visibly wet and the old man's fishy precum is blocking her other smell.

Still with great enthusiasm, whore Ning keep sucking the old man. A Chinese in enemy country Korea, she have come this far milking many man's ball dry.

Soon the grip on her head tighten as the man start to use her head as fleshlight and putting his bulbous dick's head inside her throat. The man is making short movment so his dick is always in deep in her mouthpussy.

Ning's face start to redden, tear flowing but the man don't let her go. Ningning's gag reflex took over after 7 second, but then the man used all of his strength to fuck Ningning's choking face as she tries to pull out.

Ningning's hand start to dig on his thigh as her eyes start to get dark. Just then the man started to ejaculate ropes after ropes of thick cum down her food pipe, followed with smelly vodka piss that Ningning ended up drinking.

The man only let his fleshlight go once his dick went limp, leaving Ning furiously coughing and gasping for air.

She looked at the man he was looking satisfied and ordered her to come and sit on his lap, dick hard again. Reluctantly Ning goes to him, put his dick in her pussy and start to cowgirl him. All while he is sucking her pretty plump soft gelly boobas..........

Of course this was easier than nearly passing out. The day ended with througly fucked Ning lying inside the car as her fucker leaving in his luxury limbo.

As for Ning, her pussy and asshole is still gapped wide, breathing out cum as she is fingering her clit for more. Nah, these solo chaebols aren't enough. She will ask her masters at SM for a huge gangbang next time. She is still so horny, please someone kill her while absolutely raping her brain out of her pussy, that's her dream!

[rhiezus]

❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue . // dylan x gyuri

feeling like yourself it's for the people with the luxury of knowing who they are. that's what gyuri told her mom last week. since then it has been a quote she couldn't get over because she maybe realized she doesn't know who she is as well as everyone says they do. that was the reason she asked dylan to meet her in the middle of the week, it was the due date of their training week. the good thing about what they had going on was holding onto each other every other day. it wasn't like their peers, friends, and even teachers didn't know they were dating. everyone seemed to know and the best part was that nobody seemed to give it attention, despite the demanding "be careful, take it easy" advice they got once or twice, nothing else bothered the company. which just leads them to keep their things private and their feelings secure. today, like any other or so she didn't want to spend time anywhere besides home with him today, just the feeling of the old familiarity that his body and presence could give her. gyuri also tried to tell him something important, something that might change their relationship forever.

gyuri opened the door to her boyfriend still in her running clothes, she didn't even have time to shower since she went out for a run after dinner. dylan smiled, hugged, and kissed her because he was so familiar with her routine that if he was lucky she might ask him to help her clean her hair. they might have stayed so long from the door to the stairs just hugging and mumbling about how much they missed each other, even though they saw each other just this morning, had two dancing classes together, and even went out for lunch with friends later. but she knew how hard he was training, how much he was getting on for his dreams. dylan even had afternoon courses, everything well prepared and carefully distributed over the week so he could have the best skills to present as a trainee. he was one of the best, she couldn't contain how proud she was.

"i have something to tell you." still wrapped around his arms and everything, feeling the scent of his body filling her insides with nothing but tranquility. "let's go to my room." she let go of his hug to guide him by the hand to her room in the floor upstairs. gyuri was still one of the trainees that lived with her parents, she knew it wasn't that common. most of them were from other parts of south korea, different parts of the world even and so their families would trusted the company to rent out rooms for them, they had nice apartments to live with other trainees and have tight schedules and disciplines to learn how to live together and so on. gyuri couldn't imagine herself living away from her parents when they were so close and she wasn't even remotely ready to divide her space with strangers. when the proposal came, her parents trusted her with the decision, gyuri was fourteen and she said no, thanks. she admires her friends that do it though and sometimes she even feels left out on a couple of things they share and do just because they get to live together, but she wouldn't trade her privacy and the comfort of her home for it. maybe that was one of the reasons she and dylan could still date, she wouldn't wanna imagine bringing him to a dorm room, she wasn't even allowed to visit his (although she did, a few times).

her room was as you would expect it to be, clean and organized. it had a double comfortable and made bed, a work desk with her notebook, and a lot of her favorite things like her books, diary, and a wood box she got from her sixteen birthday that she kept all of the memories from her relationship with dylan, like the paper from the very first gum he gave her. her wardrobe was the same white color as the walls and there was a full-body mirror next to it that she moved last summer after her she and dylan started having sex, it grossed her the times she would catch herself looking at it while in the act. dylan sat at his usual spot at the edge of the bed, even making friendly eye contact with her buzz lightyear stuffed animal that he gifted her. she closed the door, she knew her parents didn't like it but they didn't mind as much now as they did when they started dating. "look, i wanted you to be the first person to know." gyuri sat next to him, took his hands like she was gonna say the most important news of their life, maybe it was, she wasn't sure yet.

the most nerving part was how dylan was gonna take it. doing it was easy, leaving the company and enrolling in college was way less challenging than telling her boyfriend that they didn't share the same dream anymore. "i want you to know that this is about me and i'm doing this for my future too. a future which i still want you to be a part of, i always will, but just different than the one we were projecting." her freshman history teacher once told her she had a way with words and an endearing way of using them, gyuri needed to use that now to reassure herself that everything was going to be alright. "i don't wanna be an idol anymore." she couldn't even look dylan in the eye, her voice changed and she shakes a little bit but it was all good because she finally had the courage to say it out loud. they stayed in silence for a moment, she wasn't sure how long, but it was short and like one of those decisive moments of your life when you know deep in your heart of something even though you're not quite sure what, he just lifts her chin up and kissed her. it was soothing but passionate, everything that she didn't know she needed. gyuri was sure he was going to say something that would stay forever with her when their lips parted and their eyes meet each other's, but before she could hear his voice she found that part of herself she didn't know existed in those kind eyes.

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Don’t bite your tongue, it’s just a word game ‐ Rena x reader

It was time for the class mission and your team wasn’t doing too well. Redlic’s choreography was rejected in favour for Latrice’s and your own rookie group was a bit tense. But there were more obstacles in the way. Buckey entered the hideout, sighing.

‘’Rena barely has me in the video, you can’t see me. I tried to talk to her, everyone’s been kissing up to her. But even though I try I can’t seem to convince her.’’ With that she turns to you, batting her eyes.

‘’Can you try to help.’’. Since you had an interest in Japanese culture from a young age, you had picked up the language. You even had enrolled in a language school to learn it better. Unbeknownst to the people around you, it was called ‘’The lesbian school’’ and you kinda helped with that reputation. Bring together a bunch of teenage girls with the same interests, nerdy looks and too much love for GL manga and Sputnik Sweetheart by Murakami and well. To be fair, it reminded you a bit of this competition. And now it was time to use your Japanese skills to win over a woman again, with less of your sapphic energy, sadly.

You knocking on the door of the Tsubakill hideout was not unusual. You had been bonding with their team since the begging of the competition. Asking about the dance scene in Japan, teaching them more about Korea. You had also been the one to translate the lyrics for the song Rena was choreographing. At the words beckoning you inside you opened the door and were surprised . Rena was alone.Before you could ask, she started explaining herself :

‘’Everyone’s either practicing or resting. But why are you here. Let me guess, Buckey sent you.’’

‘’Yes, but if you could just give her a chance, she can preform well in a more central spot.’’

‘’I’m not doubting your teammate’s skills. But this is a competition, Manequeen should have just preformed better.’’

‘’So this is about strategy. I’ve been nothing but helpful to you. And I can continue to be. Voting the way you want. Teaching you new moves, extra practice. Of course you know I’m a cunning linguist. ‘’ The thing is you didn’t mean to say the last word like that. It was a direct innuendo, a freudian slip on your part. It had been a running joke at your school to make certain Japanese words as gay as possible. And this one stuck, apparently.

“Rena, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. It’s a stupid pun I just happened to memorise.”

Instead of saying anything about your fuckup, she just told you.

“I’ll think about it. And while I do, let’s play Shiritori. It always clears my head. ”

You thought that it seemed strange, but you weren’t about to argue with the woman you needed help from. You motioned for her to start.

とうみ she said

もん you continued

こ she replied

いる you fired back, hoping to trip her up. There were no stakes in the game, anyway so there was no point in being competitive. Still, you were curious about what she would say.

むんこ was her response. Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Rena just said pussy. She could’ve played friend, cup or even anger. But she chose that word. Before you could comment any further, she bursts out laughing.

“You should see your face, you’re so red. Did I surprise you?"

“Did you even want to play Shiritori?”

“No. I suck so much at that game. I’m amazed I lasted long enough to pull it off.” With that you both started laughing again.

“You know, I’m surprised that we are getting along so well. You know, with everything being so intense, I didn’t think you were the affectionate type.”

“Not affectionate, huh. How’s this for not being affectionate?” You lean into her and pressed your forehead against hers. You look at her lips for permission and she responds by kissing you. One kiss turns into two and then a full blown make out session on the couch. Apparently your attraction wasn’t as one sided as you thought. And also being cooped up with a lot of beautiful women for weeks had a similar effect on everyone. You wondered if Rena also took longer showers, so she could get off. But you quickly thought of something else, not wanting to go too far, despite how wet you already were.

But soon enough Rena was on top of you, kissing your neck and your hands were under her shirt. In the mess of limbs your knee lightly brushed against her pussy. She moaned and then covered her mouth.

“Should we test if you are a cunning linguist?” She said. You moved from under her and kneeled on the floor. You pulled her body close to yours, removing her panties. Thank god for skirts, am I right. You began kissing her inner thigh and moved slowly to where she wanted you. You lapped at her clit, moving your tongue up. Her hands pulled on your hair, making you both moan. You say. “Need to taste you, Rena.”. But before you do, she pulls you up and gives you a passionate kiss. You decide to tease her again, kissing her breasts, sucking on her nipples. As much as you wanted to take your time and please her, you remembered that her crew could be back any time now. So you set out to make her cum before her team comes.

You teasingly flick your tongue on her clit before slowly licking her, fucking her with your tongue. You slip a finger into her while you mouth is on her clit, and added a second finger when she asked for more. You curl two fingers inside her and move them up, while sucking on her clit and look up to watch her cum. She looks so pretty, her face red and her hand over her mouth.

And that’s how you go far in Street Woman Fighter 2.

[amrv-5]

I was hoping you'd play this game! for beejhawk: B, D, I, W

HELLO HELEN yaaay these are all so so so good thank you so much!!!!! and . I went on about them at extremely excessive length SORRY ABOUT THAT. answers below the cut:

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sighhhh. You got me good with this one. I think they're both so insane about each other it's difficult to narrow down. Re: himself, I think BJ is pretty confident in his legs. (My take on) Beej is a runner, and I think Hawkeye is enough of a leg appreciator it'd make him feel even better about them.

For a favorite part of Hawk, I think BJ'd be hard-pressed to pick. Like, it's Hawk? He's literally Hawk. He's all amazing all over. But shoulders may win out by a very narrow margin--Hawk's awfully broad, and the straight-up breadth of his frame I think is a shorthand for a lot of other things BJ would be into, i.e. his masculinity, contrast with some of the softer/prettier aspects of Hawk, etc.

(My take on) Hawk I think, despite all of his confidence and showboating irt sexual prowess and thinking he's awful cute, might actually be a little uncertain about himself in the looks department. Like, he thinks of himself more as a force of personality and fun and charm and skill than an embodied appearance-having thing. Though he can get vain on occasion, he's complex, he contains multitudes. Anyway that's a lot of meta to say I think he'd probably be partial to, like, his hands or hair: something skill-based and dextrous or something he gets to style and determine for himself. I also think it hits him kind of hard when he starts greying in Korea, because, damn, well, there goes something he liked about and chose for himself spiralling out of his control again.

And for a favorite part of Beej, similar to above it's basically impossible to pick but I do think he's a leg guy. Long, lean, tall BJ--he likes being an inch shorter, too, I think.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dirty secret for each:

BJ's dirty secret (this is all S2G2 verse I'm realizing, actually, sorry) is, like, he definitely used to get himself off to Hawkeye even before he had any realizations about his sexuality. He was probably weirdly possessive and jealous about Hawkeye going off with nurses. He'd just lie in the Swamp seething because He Had Plans With Hawkeye They Were Going to Play Chess (or something) and then he'd get to thinking and brooding over (as he so often does in canon) what exactly is going on outside his sightline. Sleepless and thinking, like, 'probably Hawkeye is leaning in and kissing her... maybe she's shy so he's pretending like he's a gentlemen (That Hussy) and taking it slow, licking into her mouth, one of those big surgeon's hands running up the back of her thigh' and then he's bringing himself off and he's not sure if he's angry or turned on or who, even, he's thinking about, but then of course he's rationalized it away into nothing by the morning. If he ever tells Hawkeye in the future, Hawkeye would laugh at him and also consider it just shatteringly romantic.

Hawkeye's dirty secret I think might be that for all his sex-positivity, he's got some kinks he's worried about indulging or admitting to. Breeding kink, for one, despite all his jokes about it. That's a whole lot of complex emotionality, intimacy, commitment, etc. to bring into the bedroom all at once. That, or it's something small like he didn't have sex until he was like 22. Bit of a statistically late bloomer, especially for the time and for his canonical levels of preoccupation, but he bloomed enthusiastically. And/or one time in college he had a particularly frustrating week and jacked off so frequently he gave himself a friction burn and had to mope around with salve on. Etc. BJ would find all of these probably embarrassingly hot, even the JO injury (he thinks desperate enthusiasm is appealing). I also think he'd probably be into a first-time roleplay scenario with Hawkeye doing a blushing inexperienced be-gentle-with-me bit. If I'm being real.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...) 

Answered here, but I'll speak a little more on the romance aspect, in that I think once they get together the center of all of their interactions is just that they genuinely really like each other. There's a really tangible fondness, love, respect, comfort in everything they do, and that obviously extends to intimacy. They just really like each other, and that's suffusive through everything! Leads to so much trust and care in the bedroom.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Beejhawk headcanon: switchy as hell in everything. I mean literally as in they're both open to topping/bottoming, if they ever play with dom/sub stuff they'd both like both roles, and I think with only a few exceptions they'd have fun switching off in kink scenarios. They both understand each other well, I think, and that level of intimacy and empathy would go a long ways towards getting the other on board from both points of view. Like, I think (no surprises from any of my work here lol) that BJ has a thing for getting to play a caretaking or providing role. But I think Hawkeye would get off just as much on turning the tables on BJ and letting him be the center of attention.

[soft-bellied-tannies]

A Hefty Reunion

Read here or on AO3!

As much as they enjoyed their study abroad experience, all three were absolutely ready to be back home together. They had come to an agreement that their relationship was strong and they all had specific interests that could benefit from a semester abroad to support their education.

Taehyung had spent his spring in Italy, studying the world of high fashion and learning more than he could have ever imagined. He missed his boyfriends greatly, but it was worth it when he considered everything he experienced - including his suitcase full of designer clothes.

Hoseok went to Brazil for the semester to learn as many types of Latin dancing as he could. He and Jimin had big dreams of opening a diverse dance studio together and the more they could offer, the more successful they would be. Aside from his new skills, he was also returning to Korea with the most stunning, deep tan that made his skin glow.

Yoongi spent his spring semester in Los Angeles, exploring the western world of music production. He was able to make incredible connections and created more music in those five months than in his entire college career so far. Along with his lengthy contact list to bring back home, Yoongi was also carrying something new - about twenty pounds, maybe twenty-five if his boyfriends had to guess.

Having a petite frame meant the new weight was pretty noticeable when Yoongi exited the backseat of the taxi. Even though his comfortable travel hoodie, his new hefty abdomen could be noticed. If Hoseok noticed, he didn’t say a word as he immediately wrapped up his boyfriend in a tight hug with shrieks of how much he missed him.

Taehyung, on the other hand, had to take a moment to appreciate the sight. His hyung looked good, sexy even, with his more solid build. When Hoseok called out to him, asking if he was alright, Taehyung schooled his features and walked over for his own hug. Nothing was said and the three went upstairs together.

There wasn’t a free moment to address to the topic because their friends had scheduled a welcome-back dinner at Jin and Namjoon’s apartment. The trio got ready quickly, Taehyung taking time to appreciate Yoongi’s wider backside in his jeans before Hoseok was dragging them out the door.

It was a whirlwind for a while when they arrived - greetings, hugs, and maybe even a few tears. As always, Jimin and Taehyung managed to find themselves tucked away in a corner for a little bit to have a private moment.

“So…” Jimin started as he watched his best friend’s eyes track his boyfriend that was helping Jin in the kitchen.

“So?”

“It looks like LA was good to Yoongi-hyung.”

Taehyung pulled his focus away and looked at Jimin with a tense brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jimin giggled quietly, leaning into Taehyung’s shoulder. “Easy, tiger. He just looks happier and healthier than ever and I think someone likes it…a lot…”

“I-I don’t know w-what you’re talking about,” Taehyung stuttered out, cheeks blushing pink with the implication.

“Hey, it’s totally fine to think your man is hot with a little extra weight, okay? I get it.”

Taehyung scoffed, rolling his eyes at his best friend. “Yeah, okay. There isn’t an ounce of body fat between you and Gguk. You are just trying to make me feel better.”

Jimin shook his head with a suggestive expression toward his boyfriend. “All this muscle means that sometimes, you have to bulk. You know that we are far from vanilla. So, trust me, I get it.”

“I, um, wow…I was not expecting this conversation literally ever. What is happening?”

Jimin burst out laughing, unable to hold it back causing the others to look over at them fondly. He ran his fingers through Taehyung’s hair when the other still looked a little overwhelmed. “Just talk to them, babe. Being honest is the best way to go. Who knows, maybe Yoongi-hyung is really feeling himself and needs a push from you.”

“Thanks, Chim,” Taehyung replied with a kiss on his cheek, grateful for his best friend never judging even the unexpected. Jimin smiled as he got up, asking for updates on their situation before walking over to his boyfriend.

Taehyung watched intently as Jimin wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s middle, looking up at him with a soft smile. He couldn’t stop his eyes from widening when Jimin whispered something while pinching the other’s cheek leading to Jungkook grabbing a large handful of Jimin’s ass. He was seeing his best friends in a new light and honestly, felt slightly jealous of their dynamic.

Taehyung needed to talk to his boyfriends as soon as possible.

Hoseok noticed the shift in Taehyung, seeing that their boyfriend was being a little awkward and needed some sort of serious conversation with Jimin. He grew concerned because his mind only sent him in one direction and the end result terrified him. Taehyung was uncomfortable with Yoongi’s weight gain.

Hoseok wasn’t blind - he was very aware that their precious Yoongi-hyung was looking a little chubby and in all honesty, he didn’t mind one bit. What shocked him was the thought of Taehyung being vain enough to place importance on their appearances. Even though he doubted that Taehyung would seriously judge their boyfriend, it was the only assumption he could come up with. Rather than let the issue stew, Hoseok decided it needed to be addressed immediately.

As the trio made it back home, Yoongi was clearly ready to change out of his jeans when both his boyfriends called out to him, asking to talk. He had a feeling that was coming, surprised that neither had addressed his added weight yet. Only two people had actually hinted it at it so far. Jin had, of course, told him that he was happy to see him finally eating well and Jimin, his favorite antagonist, had mentioned that Yoongi must’ve enjoyed the LA food scene.

An unexpected development from dinner, however, was the fact that Yoongi very much enjoyed Jimin’s teasing - feeling a desperate need to ask him to keep going. All he could hope was that his boyfriends didn’t mind his heftier stature. He knew it might be too much to ask for more.

“Everything okay?” Yoongi asked as he plopped down on the couch, looking at them both expectantly. Based on their expressions, Yoongi assumed it was an intervention about his weight and he honestly was disappointed.

“I…Tae, do you want to go first?” Hoseok prompted, hoping their boyfriend would admit his issue.

Taehyung nodded, wringing his hands anxiously in front of his chest. “Um…well, it’s kind of…I just-”

“Jagiya, you can tell us anything. We won’t judge you,” Yoongi said, cutting Taehyung off and offering support. Their younger boyfriend was rarely anxious so his behavior seemed odd.

With a deep breath, Taehyung just ripped the bandage off. “I think Yoongi-hyung looks hot and I don’t want to be weird about it because you can have whatever kind of body you want, but please don’t make decisions based on what I want because I will love you no matter what. I just think you look good now…like really good with the, um…the weight you, uh…gained…yeah.”

Yoongi and Hoseok both stared at him, slackjawed and wide-eyed. That had certainly not been what they were expecting and their surprised silence was taken as rejection.

“Oh God, I made it weird. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I can stop-”

“Taehyung!” both his boyfriends called out, stopping his spiral.

“What?” Taehyung asked quietly, still nervous to hear what they have to say.

Hoseok took his hand, bringing him to the couch and placing him between himself and Yoongi. “Please do not apologize for telling us how you feel, baby. Also…same.”

Taehyung’s head snapped to Hoseok, brow furrowed in confusion. “Same what?”

“I think Yoongi-hyung looks pretty great too. You always needed better eating habits anyway, babe,” Hoseok said, reaching across Taehyung to pat Yoongi’s stomach.

Yoongi and Taehyung both blushed at his words and the action. A moment of silence passed as the three of them processed the fact that they were all on the same page.

“So, um, what does this look like then?”

Three months had passed since their realization and their next semester was getting ready to start. Their relationship had only gotten stronger as they explored the new aspect. Rules were set and happiness and health were always prioritized.

Yoongi clarified that he never wanted to risk his health or lose control. There was no active gaining or tracking of his weight, but he ate what he wanted and let his boyfriends spoil him. He certainly had put on more weight over the summer, but it was a slow, enjoyable gain.

On their anniversary in June, they tried their first stuffing. They planned everything from a menu for Yoongi’s favorite foods to safe words and aftercare. All three enjoyed it even more than expected, leading to one of the best rounds of sex they had ever had. Yoongi was stuffed to the brim, not once having to lift his own hand to feed himself. Hoseok whispered praises the entire time as he fed him and Taehyung’s large hands massaged his stomach to help him digest. They decided that stuffing would be a special occasion activity after how much they enjoyed it and they were already looking forward to the next one.

His favorite pair of jeans had been a victim of that stuffing, the button never meeting the open loop again. Taehyung stayed on top of his wardrobe, ensuring that he always had something comfortable to wear both professionally and casually. Hoseok was constantly doing mental health checks, making sure all three of them were still in a good place.

It was also decided that Yoongi would occasionally weigh himself, not to keep track of his growth but out of simple curiosity. He admitted to his boyfriends that his weight gain from America was 23 pounds, having checked the day he arrived home. He had only gained three pounds by the time their anniversary came around, but the scale had shown him that he was thirteen pounds heavier that morning when he checked.

Forty pounds gained thus far and Taehyung would be lying if he didn’t get himself off in the shower simply by thinking about that number. Hoseok couldn’t keep his hands off Yoongi’s hips while their hyung prepared breakfast, ignoring the fact that they knew exactly what Taehyung was doing in the bathroom.

Around lunch, Namjoon texted their group chat asking if the group wanted to get together for dinner at his and Jin’s apartment to make plans for his and Jungkook’s birthdays. They headed over in the evening, greeted by their friends and the delicious smells of whatever Jin was cooking. Taehyung was immediately dragged away by Jungkook to discuss an update to their favorite game while Hoseok was pulled into the kitchen to help, leaving Yoongi with Jimin.

Taehyung had admitted recently that Jimin is the one who gave him the push to talk about his preferences with his boyfriends. Yoongi knew that Hoseok had called Jimin that night, expressing his love for their caring dongsaeng who always wanted the best for his friends.

Yoongi wasn’t exactly sure how to bring it up, but Jimin always knew how to read his friends. He sensed something was up from the moment Yoongi sat next to him on the couch.

“Alright, what’s up with you?” Jimin asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I just…I need to tell you something, but it’s awkward.”

Jimin placed his hand on Yoongi’s and gave him a gentle smile. “You are okay, right? Tae and Hobi, too?”

“Yeah, of course, it’s nothing bad,” Yoongi replied, soothing the younger’s worry. “I just wanted to say thank you. For, you know, being there for Tae and encouraging him. I just…I really appreciate you, Min-ah.”

Jimin was clearly surprised but welcomed the kind words. They were known for their bickering, but he and Yoongi actually often talked openly when they needed it. “Of course, you are my best friends. I just want you all to be happy.”

“We definitely are happy. I think it’s kind of obvious,” Yoongi joked as he gestured to his stomach, much more confident in addressing his size now.

“Yeah, a little bit, chubs,” Jimin quipped with a teasing pinch to Yoongi’s thigh.

“Yah, you brat. With how much you tease me, I’m starting to think you are into it too.”

Jimin laughed and leaned into Yoongi’s shoulder. He assumed that Taehyung had told them about their little talk, but he must have decided it wasn’t his secret to share. “Are you kidding? You all know that Gguk and I are freaky as hell. If we didn’t genuinely love working out and dancing, we would both probably weigh 300 pounds.”

Yoongi stared at him in shock, not expecting the easy admission. He was never one to judge, but Jimin was a literal fitness instructor and Jungkook worked out for fun so the fact that they even explored that was surprising to him.

Jimin rolled his eyes at his hyung’s expression. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, tubby.”

“Park Jimin!”

[barbwritesstuff]

Top 5 TV series!

I forgot I put that 'top five' thing into my queue and wasn't sure what prompted this message until I scrolled back through my blog.

Thanks for the ask, anon! I hope you're ready for some unpopular (and very dated) picks.*

5. Art Attack

Look, I was a lonely kid. For much of my childhood it was just me and my brother... and this very keen British man who taught me how to turn scrap paper, paint, and foil into my own spaceship cockpit. Ideas from this show allowed me to decorate my room as a kid, got me through high school art class, and saved my arse several times when I was a kindergarten teacher in South Korea.

One of the best informational programmes ever made. They should bring it back.

4. Air Crash Investigation

I'm sorry. I know it's cheap. I know it's tacky. I know all that. But I love this show. I love learning about and solving mysteries that aren't murders (sorry Sherlock), and the terrible acting makes it so much better. I can't watch this show with people, because I always try to guess the cause of the crash before the end of the episode and yell it out... and I don't know anything about planes to I'm usually very wrong.

Example:

Me: "It's the bulkhead! Check the bulkhead, you fools!"

Voice over: "The investigators check the bulkhead, but find nothing."

Me: "Yes! Because it's clearly the wings, like I've been saying all along."

3. Justice League Animated Series

I got into this series really late. I'd just moved out of home for the first time to go to film school and was having a hard time making friends. I don't know how it happened, but I somehow ended up watching the entirety of the DC Animated Universe during that time, which is impressive, because internet was expensive and terrible where I was living, so I had to go to the library, download episodes, and walk the 45 minutes home carrying my massive old laptop. It was a feat, but it was worth it. This show did what the Avengers couldn't, made me love superheroes.

2. Yu-Gi-Oh!

When I was 12 I was the best Yugioh player in my school. Sure, it wasn't a big school, and not everyone was into the game, but it was still a big deal for me, especially as I was also the only girl who played. The game has since evolved way beyond my skill level, but at the time, I was a god among mortals. 12 year old mortals, but still. I got up early every morning to see the latest episode, and then I went to school ready to d-d-d-d-duel.

Xena: Warrior Princess

I'm sorry. This show is just so nostalgic for me. For a while, I grew up on a farm with no actual TV signal, but we did have old VHS recordings of Xena and I watched it religiously. Lucy Lawless is amazing and this show is forever the best thing to come out of the 90s (and I say that while also, myself, being a product of the 90s). It has:

Monsters

Magic

Mayhem

Queer Love (not explicitly stated, but this wasn't queerbaiting, this was censorship, they were a couple by the mid point of the series, they just couldn't say it, so instead they made a lot of unsubtle sex jokes and came up with obscure reasons why they always had to kiss to save the world).

Aotearoa (New Zealand is the most beautiful place on the planet, I'm sorry if you disagree, you are wrong).

Tonal whiplash (not just between episodes, but sometimes in the same episode, and it was wild)

One very horny vampire episode

Xena can sometimes fly without any explanation

They met an early reincarnation of Jesus and he was a conman living in India?

You know that scene where Character A gets hurt and Character B goes absolutely feral? This.

Leather bikinis and ninja kicks except it's ancient Greece, maybe

The musical episode was the best episode

They fight on ladders a lot and I just think that's neat

*Disclaimer: I am into more modern and normal things but I'm in a nostalgic mood, so these are the things you get to hear about today.

[lovely-haneul]

Kiss of Life's Irresistibly Sweet Maknae

Have you ever seen a babydoll come to life? Well, look no further than Won Haneul, The adorable maknae KISS OF LIFE!

Haneul, whose stage name perfectly translates to Sky, brings a refreshing sweetness and youthful energy to the group, captivating hearts with her undeniable charm.

Born in 2005 in Suwon, South Korea, Haneul's journey began even before her KISS OF LIFE debut. Nicknamed "Neul" (meaning "day") by close friends, she's known for her bright personality and infectious smile. Imagine a ray of sunshine personified—that's Haneul! While details about her pre-debut life are scarce, it's clear that her passion for music and performing blossomed early on.

In 2022, Haneul became a trainee at S2 Entertainment, diligently honing her skills alongside the other future members of KISS OF LIFE. Her dedication paid off when she was officially announced as the final member in May 2023, just before the group's dazzling debut in July. Despite being the youngest, Haneul holds her own, mesmerizing audiences with her sweet vocals and captivating stage presence.

But Haneul isn't just a talented singer; she's a multi-talented sweetheart! This little ball of sunshine can surprise you with her hidden skills. Fluent in Korean, English, and Japanese, Haneul is a whiz at languages. She's also a closet artist, expressing her creativity through beautiful drawings. And if you thought her cuteness couldn't get any higher, wait till you hear about her love for sweet and spicy foods – a delightful combination that mirrors her personality perfectly.

Whether rocking out on stage or charming fans with her genuine kindness, Haneul remains a true babydoll at heart. Her love for Olivia Rodrigo's music hints at a relatable side, while her dedication to her craft showcases a maturity beyond her years. This endearing mix makes Haneul a star to watch, and we can't wait to see what the future holds for this talented and effervescent idol!

Notification is on!!

Feeling a little lost? Don't worry, it happens to the best of us! Maybe you knew me back in the day from 1998NYC, RobberHeart, or even GatraRaga. That was me, Laticia Jennaya or @Jennoissante for my previous username!

[fandork]

W Korea-inspired MinBinIn fic daydreaming under cut

emo Changbin and goth Minho, aimless 20-somethings in a backwards town they both want out of, but they're going no where fast.

a sort of camaraderie between them from growing up as the only alternative kids in a small town. there's always been a Tension between them but they've never acted on it, because, again, backwards little town.

the annual county fair comes around and they go like always since there's nothing better to do, bringing along cheap liquor in a brown paper bag. it's predictably boring so they end up in a deserted patch of dirt behind the horse wagons, drinking and talking shit.

and then they finally

kiss.

Jeongin, a star rodeo performer on break before his show, comes across them, and they break apart as soon as they notice, caught. but Jeongin is a traveler, he's seen it all. he's queer, he's experienced. he doesn't give a fuck, except to think these guys are cute.

he reassures them, but Changbjb and Minho still feel off-kilter so they go back to the fair.

they watch Jeongin's performance and he's amazing, just extremely fucking skillful. and self-assured. and uh. so, so hot. he comes over to the fence afterwards and smirks at them good-naturedly and they end up talking and he asks them if they want to come back to his hotel room. and they do. it's messy, all that dust from the rodeo, and Changbin and Minho's eyeshadow and mascara smudging everywhere.

eventually, they hitch a ride out of there with him, never looking back.

[vampsquerade]

❤︎First time requesting, and I was wondering if you could do a SFW alphabet with Vigil? I don't see much of him but I loved the oneshot you did awhile ago❤︎

Thank you!❦︎

awe yay, glad to see a first request from you!! thank you so much, i love and appreciate all my first-time requesters! i’m glad you loved the one shot with Vigil ^-^ i’d be nothing more than happy to write this for you!!

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SFW Alphabet: Vigil

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Vigil’s past/dead father, su!cide

A = Activities (How does he spend his free time with you?)

Chul Kyung tends to just spend his time reading with you in his lap on the couch. The stresses of his work and trying to force down all his memories get too much, so relaxing with you like this is what he enjoys the most.

B = Beauty (What does he admire about you?)

Chul Kyung admires your face in general. The fact that you can just so easily make expressions was something he loved and wished he could do.

C = Comfort (How would he help you if you weren’t feeling good?)

Since Chul Kyung isn’t connected well to his own emotions due to pushing them down, he genuinely tries to help you by holding you close and reassuring you that everything would be fine. He’d even vowed to kill someone if they kept making you come home crying to him.

D = Dreams (How often does he picture his future with you?)

Chul Kyung will only think about it whenever he thinks about what he could remember of his own family. He wanted to try and have something one day, and he hoped it would be with you.

E = Equal (Is he the dominant one? Does he take a more submissive role? Or are you both on equal grounds?)

Chul Kyung takes a more dominant role in your relationship, but this is mostly due to you allowing him to have the comfort in what it’s like to be in a relationship. You made sure to set boundaries first, just in case.

F = Fight (Would he be easy to forgive you? How does he fight?)

You and Chul Kyung have gotten into fights a few times, but the way he would argue with you was just through petty sneers and the silent treatment. It would actually take him a few days to forgive you, as when he felt like talking after thinking everything over, he would realize he was in the wrong sometimes.

G = Gratitude (How grateful is he in general? Is he aware of what you do for him?)

Chul Kyung is extremely grateful for you. He appreciates and recognizes your patience and what you do to help him feel like himself for once.

H = Honesty (Does he have any secrets he hides from you, or does he share everything?)

Chul Kyung’s only secrets he keeps from you is the full truth of his past, as well as his name before he was adopted by the Hwa family after his father’s suicide.

I = Inspiration (Did you change him or was it the other way around?)

Chul Kyung has changed quite a lot since you entered his life, becoming much more patient and free to be himself.

J = Jealousy (Does he get jealous easy? How does he deal with it?)

Chul Kyung can get jealous easily if you’re hanging around certain operators for too long. He mostly deals with it by bringing it up, and it’s where a few of your past arguments came to fruition.

K = Kiss (Is he a good kisser? What was the first kiss you two had like?)

Chul Kyung needs to get used to it, for sure. Since he lacked social skills severely, he didn’t know how, and still kind of doesn’t. Your first kiss was…interesting.

L = Love Confession (How did he confess to you?)

Referring back to your first kiss, that same night was where you had first drunkenly confessed to Chul Kyung. Feeling a bit brave, he reciprocated the confession before pulling you into an awkward kiss. You pulled away, giggling softly, before showing him how to do it properly.

M = Marriage (Does he want to get married? How does he propose?)

Chul Kyung would like to get married to you eventually, but he wouldn’t want to have a big event. He’d propose by taking you to a nice place back in South Korea, and would get you a ring with your favorite gem in it.

N = Nicknames (What does he call you?)

Chul Kyung would simply just call you his “darling” and sometimes his “little tiger” because he thought it was cute.

O = On Cloud Nine (What’s he like when he’s in love? Is it obvious? How does he express his feelings?)

Chul Kyung honestly just becomes a lot more affectionate and clingy. He never makes it obvious, so when you both confessed to each other, you were shocked to see it.

P = PDA (Is he upfront about your relationship? Does he brag about you, or is he shy?)

Chul Kyung only brags about you to Craig, Mark, and Timur while remaining relatively silent about the others. The two of you haven’t spoken about coming clean to everyone else, because you wanted to give Chul Kyung the comfort of it.

Q = Quirk (Random trait he has that’s good for a relationship.)

Chul Kyung’s silence. Though with him, it was a bit of a double edged sword, seeing as how he would give you the silent treatment after getting into an argument.

R = Romance (How romantic is he? What would he do to make you happy? Is he cliché or creative?)

Chul Kyung had to ask Craig a lot about things that could potentially help keep and make you happy. Sure, all of the examples Craig gave him were a bit cliché, but you thought all the gestures were so sweet. These involved getting you flowers, and little plush animals he thought you might have liked.

S = Support (Is he helping you achieve your goals? Does he believe in them?)

Just as you support his endeavors, Chul Kyung will do what he can to support yours. He believes everyone should at least try, and have somebody right beside them when they do it.

T = Thrill (Does he need to try new things to spice up your relationship? Does he stick to a routine?)

Chul Kyung doesn’t really feel like he needs much thrill, and will only spice things up if you want to.

U = Understanding (How well does he understand you?)

Despite still trying to understand himself and regain some of his memories, Chul Kyung will put in enough effort to understand you better.

V = Value (How much does your relationship mean to him? What’s it worth in comparison to other things?)

Since you’re his first partner ever, Chul Kyung values you and your relationship deeply. It means a lot, seeing as how he was able to potentially start another new life with someone he loved. It’s worth more than anything, to him.

W = Wild Card (Random fluff headcanon!)

Whenever Chul Kyung came back from missions, he made sure to get you something from each one. A little souvenir of sorts, whether it be a rock or a poster, would always find its way home with him just so he could give it to you.

X = Xoxo (Is he affectionate?)

Chul Kyung wasn’t too affectionate at first, but once he warmed up to you more, he found himself clinging to you almost all the time. As if he was afraid of letting you get out of his grip.

Y = Yearning (How does he cope when he’s missing you?)

The way Chul Kyung copes when he’s away on a mission or you’re out doing something else, he’ll look at a picture of you he always kept in his pockets. He would mutter that he would come back home in one piece, or wish that you would return quickly, and it always worked.

Z = Zeal (Is he willing to go great lengths for your relationship?)

Chul Kyung would do a lot just for your relationship, one of those being to ask Craig for a lot of advice on what to do. Stated earlier, he’d probably kill somebody for you.

[gamergirl929]

Enchanted To Meet You (Christen Press x Reader)

A chance meeting at a party leads Christen Press to the woman of her dreams, but what happens when the woman of her dreams vanishes without trace, leaving behind only a handkerchief and the phantom feel of her hand in hers? 

Based loosely off Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Christen Press glances down at her wine glass, giving the contents inside a swirl.  

She, along with the remainder of the USWNT veterans, were dressed to the nines, all in attendance for the annual, USSF party with many of the sports, MAJOR investors.  

“Why are we here anyway? I could be drinking cheap beer right now.” Kelley grumbles, earning an elbow in the side from Alex.  

Kelley groans.  

“Come on Al, you don’t want to be here either.”  

Christen picks her head up, her green orbs widening when she catches a pair of eyes on her from across the room.  

Y/E/C orbs catch green and you smile, the conversation between you and those around you completely forgotten as you stare across the room at Christen.  

Your head tilts slightly to the side, your eyes narrowing slightly, as if you’re trying to remember something.  

You give your head a shake, turning back to the older man beside you, a charming smile stretching across your face.  

“Oooooo, who are you making eyes at Pressy?” Kelley asks, drawing everyone else's attention.  

Christen’s cheeks flush as your eyes again catch hers, your lips splitting in a grin.  

“Well damn, no wonder you’re making eyes at her.” Kelley mumbles, earning a smack on the forearm.  

“You know I only have eyes for you, Jan.” Kelley teases, Alex’s cheeks flushing pink.  

Christen shakes her head, frowning when she realizes you’d disappeared from view.  

“Chris.”  

Christen turns to Tobin, a brow arching in question.  

Tobin nods in her direction, the forward grinning when she sees you standing behind Christen, a glass of wine in each hand.  

You clear your throat.  

“Hi.” You smile, nodding to the glass in her hand.  

“It looked like you were running a little low.”  

Christen smiles, glancing at Tobin who holds her hand out to take her empty glass, her best friend smirking.  

Christen takes the glass from your hand and you grin.  

“I’m Y/N.” You smile, taking a step closer to her, the smell of your cologne, not in an overbearing way, clouding her senses  

“Christen.” She smiles and you grin.  

“Christen.” You repeat, your grin widening.  

“Well Christen, it’s nice to meet you, I thought we’d met before, but I’d certainly remember meeting someone like you.”  

Christen’s brows arch.

“Someone like me?”  

You crack a smile.  

“You stand out.”  

Christen smiles, bringing the glass to her lips.  

“I could say the same about you.”

You chuckle, taking a sip of your own drink.  

“I suppose you could.”  

Meanwhile behind you, Megan points at you, the purple haired woman nodding enthusiastically.

Boldly, Christen moves closer her fingertips brushing your forearm

“I could.”  

You glance down at her fingers, your cheeks lightly dusted pink.  

“To be honest, this isn’t really my scene, but if you come to every one of these parties, I’ll have more of an incentive.” You smirk charmingly and Christen giggles.  

“If you’re here, that’s enough incentive for me as well.” She flirts shamelessly and you grin.  

You bring your hand up, covering her hand that’s still resting on your forearm with your own.  

“Are you like this with everyone, or am I a special case?” You ask cockily and she shakes her head.  

“I guess you could say you’re a special case.” She shrugs and you smirk.  

“I suppose I could say the same thing about you.”  

Your tongue swipes at your dry lips, Christen zeroing in on the action.  

You glance over your shoulder, humming at the classical music that’s pouring from a nearby speaker. 

“I hope this isn’t too presumptuous of me, but would you like to dance?”

She bites her bottom lip in an attempt to stave off a grin, the forward glancing at her best friend, who’s already holding her hand out, ready to take yet another glass from her.  

“I’d love to.”  

                                                          ***

You hold your hand out, something Christen takes with little to no hesitation, the brunette intertwining your fingers.  

You slip an arm around her, your hand splayed on her back as she rests her free hand on your shoulder.  

The distance between you is noticeably minute, your noses nearly brushing.  

“Do you usually slow dance with someone you just met?” You ask in a hushed whisper and she giggles, her breath tickling your face.  

“No, again, you’re a special case.”  

You freeze, your hand in hers, your fingers drumming against her back.  

“And what makes me special?” You ask, flirting shamelessly, Christen shrugs, her gaze falling to your lips.  

“There’s just something about you.” She whispers, her palm resting on your chest, over your beating heart.  

“Something about you that I-

“Excuse me, Y/N?”  

Your eyes narrow as you turn to the intruder, the man having the sense to look somewhat fearful.  

“Someone is here to see you.” He whispers and you growl.  

“They couldn’t have waited?” You ask, angrily and he shakes his head.  

“Unfortunately, no.”  

You roll your eyes, turning back to Christen with a frown.  

“I apologize, I-

Christen cuts you off, the woman pressing a kiss to your cheek, giggling when she realizes she’d left some lipstick behind.  

Boldly, she takes your handkerchief from your pocket and drags it against your cheek, ridding you off the pink lipstick left behind.  

"Go, I’m sure I’ll see you after.” She whispers and you smile, your smile splitting into a grin.

“Oh, you will.”  

You give her a wink before taking your leave, your handkerchief still in her hand. 

“Wait your-

“I’ll get it when I come back.” You say as you turn on your heels, moving backwards beside the man who stops you when you nearly hit a wall.  

You send Christen a wink before disappearing around the corner.  

She doesn’t see you again that night.  

                                                          ***

Christen mood noticeably faltered after that, even around Tobin she wasn’t herself.  

She’d felt a connection with you that she hadn’t felt for anyone else, and in an instant, you were taken away.  

Even a start in the game against South Korea hadn’t quelled the torment she felt in her heart, how could it when she possibly just lost a chance at love?  

Meanwhile, within a booth way above the crowd you cross your arms across your chest, your breath caught in your chest.  

You could tell even from afar that the light had left Christen, the woman not glowing as she had been the night you met her.  

You hum, glancing down at the stands, wondering if a closer look was in order to properly watch the match.  

                                                          ***

Christen Press was off her game, missing shots she’d never normally miss, and making sloppy passes, anyone could see that, and at the half, she headed for the locker room, her chin flush with her chest as her head hung in shame at her performance.

Tobin slips an arm around her best friend, giving the woman a squeeze.  

“It’s okay Chris.” She whispers and Christen shakes her head.  

“It isn’t."  

Tobin keeps her arm around the woman as the two make their way into the locker room.

                                                          ***

Tactic talks went as well as Christen could’ve expected, the lingering gazes of her teammates burning holes in her back.  

Before she can leave the locker room, she’s stopped by Vlatko the man giving her a worried frown as he places a hand on her shoulder.  

“Are you alright to continue?” He asks and she nods, giving him a forced smile.  

“I am.”  

Vlatko nods.  

“You’re sure?” He asks and she nods again.  

“I am. I promise.”  

Even as the words leave her mouth, she’s not so certain if she can keep that promise.

                                                          ***

The second you spot her exiting the tunnel, a smile stretches across your face, your hands leaving your pockets.  

Your smile falters though when you realize her smile is far from as bright as it had been nights prior.  

You hold a hand up, hoping to garner her attention, but you’re unsuccessful, at least at garnering Christen Press’s attention.  

“Chris.” Tobin whispers, giving her best friend a nudge, the forward barely able to contain herself.  

Christen lifts her gaze with a hum, her green orbs widening when they lock with Y/E/C, like they had all those nights ago.

Your lips split into a massive grin, one mirrored on Christen’s face, a smile that makes the brightness you were so drawn to all those nights ago return.  

The butterflies you felt when you first saw her that night flitter their wings as they spread throughout your chest.  

Kelley follows Tobin and Christen’s gaze, the defender grinning as she gives Alex a nudge.  

Soon, every USWNT player is staring your way, your cheeks flushing under their scrutiny.  

You rub the back of your neck, your cheeks darkening the longer their eyes remain on you.  

Christen swats blindly at the USWNT veteran closest to her, that being Tobin, unwilling to take her eyes off of you.  

“Feeling better?” Tobin asks with a smirk, knowing the answer full well.  

Christen’s cheeks flush.  

“Yes.”  

                                                          ***

Needless to say, after Christen saw you in the stands, her game drastically improved, the woman making goal after goal, and assisting on a few as well, a permanent smile etched on her face.  

You watched in awe as the woman worked, her skill taking you back slightly, how could one woman be so talented?  

You were in complete and utter awe of her, the woman’s talent and the bright smile carved into her face making the butterflies in your chest only flap their wings harder, what you felt nights ago increasing tenfold.  

Much to your dismay, the final whistle blows and you frown, craving to see more of the woman’s utter skill, and the smile on her face as she played the sport she loved so much.  

You glance around, watching as the players make their way onto the field to shake the oppositions hands, completely missing the fact that Christen is making her way towards you until she’s right in front of you.  

The moment you catch sight of her out of the corner of your eye, you grin.  

“Hey.” You say, smile further widening.  

“Hey.” She beams.  

You step over the seat separating the two of you, the two of you now much closer than you had been.  

“I’m sorry about the other night, I had an emergency at the company and I had to leave immediately.”  

Christen nods.  

“It’s okay.”  

You shake your head.  

“It isn’t.”

Your eyes flick to her lips before snapping back up, locking with her green eyes. 

“I never got to finish my dance with you.” You shrug, biting your bottom lip to stave off a massive grin when you see Christen visibly blush.  

“You’re right.” She shrugs, taking a step closer, only inches separating the two of you now.  

“I’d like another chance to.”  

Christen’s brows arch, the forward unaware that her entire team is watching the interaction between the two of you.  

“I’d like to take you out, tonight... I mean, if you want to.” You swallow hard, nervously.  

Christen’s lips split in a grin.  

“Are you asking me on a date, Y/N?” She asks and you glance away bashfully, cheeks pink.  

“I guess I am.”  

Christen reaches for and takes your hand, giving it a squeeze.  

“I’d love to.”  

You glance down, your brows arching when you notice something poking out of Christen’s short’s pocket.  

You smirk, taking a book from her playbook and boldly reaching for the handkerchief.  

Christen cheeks flush a deep shade of red as you hold the handkerchief up in the air between the two of you.  

Your brow arches in question, your smirk widening.  

“I needed it, for good luck?” She shrugs and you grin, slipping the handkerchief back into her pocket, your fingertips brushing her waist.  

Even more boldly, Christen places her hand over your own on her waist.  

She cups your cheek with her free hand before she pushes herself up on her tiptoes, and presses a kiss to your cheek before she starts backing up towards the field.  

“It was great seeing you again.” You whisper, the woman’s smile widening.  

“I hope I see you again soon.”  

You shrug.  

“Tonight at 8 sound good?” You ask and she nods, the butterflies in her stomach going absolutely insane.  

“That sounds perfect.”  

[minshookie]

Late night hookup

| Yoongi |

Warning! || 18+ smutty smut smut, fuckboy!yoongi, unprotected sex, oral fem receiving, cum eating, fem masturbation, rough sex, vocal Yoongi 🤤

[ jin • Yoongi • Hoseok • Joon • Jimin • Taehyung • Jungkook ]

You’d opened his contact for the 14th time in the past hour, down bad was an understatement for you at the moment.

It’s the fact that you knew he was in town, it’s also the fact that he chose to ignore you that made you upset, yet you yearned for his harsh touch.

Text first maybe? You put your phone to rest, your independence wouldn’t dare let you give into the temptation, if he wanted you he’d be here. And you’d ignore him until he made up his mind.

One thing that wouldn’t be ignored though, is the ache settling in your core, rolling onto your back bringing your thighs together to apply pressure to no avail. He’s never there when he’s needed.

Separating, you let your fingertips massage over the dampened fabric finding the lazy ovals you were accomplishing pleasurable. Just before you could indulge your phone chimed.

“You awake?”

You could scream in happiness! Your late horny wishes have been heard.

“Yeah, welcome back in town, how are you!”

“Excited to see me? You’re horny huh?”

Once an ass always an ass, he’d beat around the bush until all the leaves fell off before he’d give a straight answer.

“Yeah, get over here.”

“Get some help y/n,I’d think that you’d find someone new already.”

“Are you coming to fuck me, or can i continue to finger myself...you interrupted me.”

“Impatient little thing you are, sure continue, but open the door when I get there.”

Tossing the phone to the corner of your bed you rolled off changing shirts to look sightly presentable.

Skipping like and lovesick schoolgirl you cleaned the living room like he’d even notice the scatter of classwork and pillows if you’d left it. Setting drinks up on the table you anticipated your 2 AM date.

His knock undeniable���, you pranced to the door pulling it open letting in the dusk breeze, “hey, you look different.” you looked his stature up and down, “and you look tired.” He quips pulling you into him his chilled hand wrapped around you neck. Kissing you, his taste never changed liquor and mint, he explored you like he’s been hungry for you. “Still don’t know how to kiss? Fucking virgin.” He bullied walking into your apartment removing his heavy shoes.

“Can you stop being an ass Yoongi.” He threw himself in the couch watching you primarily as you closed the door, gong to the kitchen before his statement stoped you. “I don’t care about the tea party you set up in there, get over here.”

Legs spread his hand rested inside of his black sweats. Obliging you went to him, only here for one thing, and he was ready to get it as quick as he could, “wanna lay on the couch for me?” The pounding in your chest persistent, knowing fully what’s to come. Letting your back hit the couch, he threw your decretive pillows. “Miss me?” He freed you from your panties, letting his limber fingers massage you collecting your slickness. “C’mon speak up.” “Yeah I did, you miss me?” You breathed out in impatience. “Like hell.”

“You play with this while imagining me when I’m away?” Sensually he stroked your bundle of never earning a physical reaction. “Honestly?” “Mm yeah tell me.” Vulgarly he spit on your mound before continuing to toy with you. “I think about your little friends more than I imagine you.” You lied for his reaction, thoughts of Yoongi swam in your head more than you’d like to admit.

“Liar.” He entered you with his index and pointer, whimpering to show your appreciation. Moving back and forth rotating his wrist ever so slightly. “Tell me this though.” He changed his tactics now rapidly stroking the most sensitive area inside of you. “This still make you cum cutie?” He jokes obviously watching you buck at his skilled fingers movement. Staying in place he gave you the treat of massaging the area into your first orgasm of the night. Your stomach clenched and you griped around him unintentionally. “Mmhhm fucking hate you.” Insulting him was a regular during orgasm and he enjoyed it. He continues forcing more pleasure on you as you cum.

A cocky grin plasters his features, “I guess it does.” He leaned coming face to face with your core, still pulsating. “Sensitive little thing still, I would’ve thought you’d grow from that.” He latched onto your clit causing you to prop yourself on your elbow in surprise. “Yoongi fucking wait.” You pushed his head to no result he licked and sucked on your clit with no mercy. “Ah fuck please Yoongi.” He looked up his dark eyes commanding you as he let go. “Done for the night?” You shook your head no, “just a little sen-” “nothing new.” He went back down, lapping at your sopping entrance with hunger and lust, grunts erupted from him.

With better leverage he enters you with his tongue prodding you like you’ve missed oh so bad. It seems like he left and came back better than he’s ever been at this. It was muffled but you understood his dirty comments. “Fucking cum in my mouth, you’re gonna taste it bitch.” Moving back to your clit he flicked quickly replacing his fingers, rubbing your tender sweet spot. Eyebrows furrowed in focus he closed his fiery eyes. “Shit! Shit! Ahhh shit!” Squirming inches from succumbing to your second orgasm. You griped his styled hair pulling him deeper onto your cunt. He latched sucking you, your stomach tightening.

Finishing messily onto his digits and lips. “Fuck Min, who gave you lessons in Korea?” You heaved legs wide needy for more. Ignoring your comment he connected his lips with yours not giving you time to breath. purposely kissing you sloppily making sure he spread your nectar along your tongue and lips. “Sweet?” You nodded, bucking, begging for him subtlety.

“What next baby, ask for it,what do you want?” He took off the sweats fully commando underneath, he stroked himself collecting his precum and bringing it to your mouth. “I know you’re filthy. Eat it.” You suck his fingers, and he visibly holds back a groan. “Fuck me, that’s what I want.” You answer seductively.

You got up from the couch, grabbing his shirt bringing him to your bedroom, “bigger bed?” “Yeah, you like it?” You crawled on top, putting your ass in the air cheekily. “It’s your turn to buy the pill.” He laughed at your random outburst, “shut the fuck up already.” He got behind you aligning and plunging into you a groan of enjoyment coming from him. “Always so fucking tight.”

Gaining a grip he bottoms you out earning a squeal. “Nice a full? Ready to fuck?” You could hear his impatience, you nodded in response. “Damn it y/n speak baby.” He griped your ass harshly. “Just do it already!”he pulled out completely hooking you with his arm rolling you onto your back pulling your shirt off with your assistance.

“I have been thinking of you in this position ever since we landed.” Pushing your legs up, “hold them with your arms...please.” Obliging to his lustful wishes, on your back legs bound by your arms, everything vulnerable on display for him.

Getting comfortable he entered you, bottoming you out throwing his head back. “Tighter than before, you’ll fucking kill me.” He fucked into you sensually keeping a grip on the back of your thighs, “feel good? Wanna- oh shit.” Tightening around him he fucked into you harshly, the lewd smacking sound something that was very missed.

Resting his forearm next to your head, dominantly he gripped a handful of your hair, letting his head fall at you ear shamelessly moaning into it. “Mm so good y/n, you’re too good.” Picking up speed making your breath trap itself in your throat. “Tell me-mm tell me.”unable to respond to his commands you whimpered in a sorry excuse for response.

By the change in tone you could tell he’s close to finishing off, while in the chase for his high, he pulled your hair harsher. Placing his other hand on your sensitive clit. “Fuck!” Pulling back up he removed his hand from your locks placing them on the back of your thighs his pace giving a little slack.

His eyes closed thumb massaging you assisting you to orgasm. “You better fucking cum.” He gritted.

He continued his rough thrust until he hit his peak “oh fuck me!” Whining he spilled inside of you as you tightened around his member once again lost in his gift of euphoria.

He pulled out of you sweat dripping over his features his seed warmly gushed from you. He removed his shirt the heat getting the best of him.

His member already half mast. He got up stretching before striding to the bathroom. “ don’t move.” You could care less what he just said, your senses still draped in pleasure. Though certain thoughts threatened to pull your lustful high. “Your legs or arms cramping?” He came back cleaning you up, using a colder cloth you cool your sweaty limbs. “Left leg.” He pulled you from the folded position massaging your leg and thigh.

“Too rough?” “Not enough.” He laughed under his breath, “noted.” He let go of your limb standing from the bed, leaving the room.

Though not exclusive your heart still aches for him slightly. “I’m leaving.” He came back with his sweats and shoes on, grabbing his shirt. “Oh, I pulled out some of my best alcohol and you leave?”

He smiled kissing your drenched forehead, why did he love torturing you. “Yeah, I got a busy day tomorrow.” He sighed pulling his shirt over himself. Groaning you rolled over out of the bed, pulling on a large shirt, “I’ll walk you to your car.” Obliging you followed him out.

Walking side to side, in silence until you both left the building standing in front of his pricey sports car. “You know you never gave me that ride.” He grasped your waist lifting you onto the hood, darkness shields you both.

“Mm tomorrow If I’m not tired, we’ll go get something...ice cream?”

“Stop acting like my boyfriend Min.”

“That’s what you want though, right?”

Sighing you felt uncomfortable when pressed with the truth.

“Well I’m sorry y/n but I can’t be, acting is the best you’ll get.”

“I know...so, who’s your best fuck back home?”

“Haha, some real pretty girl that you don’t need to ask about....but don’t worry, I cum and think of you.”

He laughs at your visible discomfort.

“You’re literally disgusting.”

Any and All feedback is greatly appreciated! !

[neonacity]

PAUBAYA CHAPTER 7: JOHNNY X READER | DOYOUNG x READER

PAUBAYA (V) - A FILIPINO WORD WHICH MEANS TO ENTRUST SOMETHING OR SOMEONE TO ANOTHER; TO GIVE SOMETHING AWAY.

PAIRING: JOHNNY X READER, DOYOUNG X READER

Themes: angst, single parent au

TW: cheating, long chapters, slow updates (lol sorry)

Chapter 1 |  Chapter 2 |  Chapter 3 |  Chapter 4 |  Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Chapter Song >Like No one Does | If You Love Her

"Mama?"

"Yes, angel?"

"It’s okay if you don't wanna go today."

I looked up from tying the shoelaces of my toddler, surprised written on my face at what he just said that broke our comfortable silence. We were currently in the hallway, him in his little get-up for his adventure day while I worked on doing the finishing touches of his outfit. Jiwoo was holding on to my shoulders to steady himself, but he moved his small hands up to press my cheeks as he finally got my attention. Slowly, I reached up to fix some wayward bangs that had fallen over his eyes, silently wondering where all of this was coming from.

It's been about a month now since Johnny and my son had started spending some time together. The arrangement was simple—the two of them would meet up for a few hours twice or thrice a week to bond under the guise of him being an "old friend" of mine who was visiting Korea. I actually didn’t think that the excuse would fly at first, but Jiwoo has such a naturally outgoing and open personality that he just easily accepted the “park ahjussi” he once met as his new friend. The boy didn’t find it the least odd at all—if anything, he enjoys it more because now he has other people he can play with other than his other favorite, Uncle Doyoung. 

As far as I could gauge it, everything has been going well so far. Sure,  it was a little awkward at first—at least for me—to get used to seeing Johnny more often now; but I thankfully didn't need to suffer too much because we've arrived at an unspoken agreement to always give each other space during these meet-ups. Johnny was mindful enough to bring Jiwoo in neutral places like parks and public spaces where I can watch them from afar and I did my end of the bargain by giving them their private time. That has been working well for the past few weeks...or so I thought.

"Why, baby? You don't like spending time with Uncle Johnny?" I asked now as I urged Jiwoo to gently let go of squishing my cheeks together. It has become his habit to do that to me every time I seem to be out of it.

He answered by giving a small shake of his head.

"No. I like playing with Uncle. He’s really fun. But Mama doesn't join us like when I play with uncle Doyoung. Mama... don't like it?"

That took me a little bit by surprise. I should have known better than to underestimate my son's observational skills at this point, but it never really occurred to me that he might have had time to notice this at all. I tried to give him a small smile now and adjusted one of the straps of his small backpack.

"It's not that Mama doesn't like it, sweetie… She just wants to give you and uncle some time together because he is only staying here for a couple of months. He wants to really enjoy his little dates with you."

"Doesn't uncle have a baby?"

My hand that has been fussing over him stopped, hovering a little over his shoulder. Finally, I moved it to boop his nose lovingly.

"He doesn't have one yet. That's why he wants to spend some time with you…"

Jiwoo slowly nodded as he started idly playing with the buttons of his jumper.

"Okay. Jiwoo will be his baby for now so Uncle can smile."

I didn't know why, but I felt my heart hurt a little at that. I gently pulled him closer to me for a hug.

"Let's do that for now, okay?" I felt him nod against the crook of my neck and I moved to plant a kiss on the side of his head. When he pulled back, he squished my cheeks again before giving my puckered lips a kitten kiss. The doorbell buzzed in that moment then and Jiwoo excitedly toddled over to receive it without a second thought. 

"Uncle!"

Johnny stood over by the threshold, his hands shoved into his front pockets. His face lit up into a smile and he quickly sat back on his knees to ruffle my toddler's hair.

"Hey buddy. You look excited today."

Jiwoo immediately wrapped his arms around his neck and he quickly picked him up with a playful huff. I couldn't help but notice the way the light in his eyes changed every time he would look at the boy...it’s an emotion I have never seen in him before... as if he’s looking at his whole world.

I didn't realize I had been staring until Johnny glanced over to me. Quickly, I rearranged the small smile I had into a more casual expression and gave him a nod.

"We're going to the amusement park today," he said, the announcement causing the child in his arms to hoot in excitement.

"I see. Let me just change my shoes and I'll be there with you," I said quickly as I turned back inside the house. It’s odd how something I once would have fully rejected seems so routine now, even when there are moments where awkwardness still escapes through the cracks. In Johnny’s defense, I could also see how much he is trying to keep everything light and casual for the sake of Jiwoo. As much as I don't want to admit it, his efforts does make my boy happy... like it is something just so natural for him to do.

When I was finally ready to go, I found the pair sitting by the front steps, my son animatedly telling him a story complete with hand gestures. Johnny was listening to him intently, his eyes sparkling. They both looked up to me when I closed the door and my heart momentarily jumped to my throat when they flashed me identical smiles.

"Ready?" Johnny asked as I grinned back. I nodded and joined them by the steps, Jiwoo quickly taking my hand while reaching out for Johnny's with his other. At the back of my mind, I tried to push back the small voice that whispered to me uninvited.

Maybe… if we make sure to color inside the lines, this can really work.

----

"Mama! Look! A rocket ship!" Jiwoo tugged at my pant leg excitedly as he pointed at the purple and green attraction spinning in the air. I frowned at it, not really trusting the screams coming from the metal vessel.

"I don't know honey… you might be too young for it," I said as an excuse, knowing full well that it was a lame one. Jiwoo pouted beside me, his small shoulders sagging in disappointment. I checked the park beforehand and all the rides are kid-friendly, but that doesn't mean I would just let him ride anything and everything here. As someone who particularly loathes these kinds of attractions, it is natural for me to be wary of every single one of them.

Beside me, I had a glimpse of Johnny pursing his lips as if he was trying his best not to smirk. I was hoping that he had already forgotten my fear of rides back then, but it is obvious that my expectations were wrong from the way he side-eyed me in return. 

"He does pass the height requirement though…" he said nonchalantly with a soft clearing of his throat. I glared at him and he simply gave a sheepish shrug in return.

Right. For a four year old, Jiwoo towered over his age mates. He can easily pass off as a smaller six-year-old kid with his height so far.

And whose fault is that, really? 

I sighed. "Fine. But just go with Uncle Johnny, okay? I'll just wait there by the snack bar."

My son started jumping excitedly and proceeded to pull the other's hand so they could finally get in line. Johnny, however, gave me a furtive look.

"Are you sure you're okay here alone?"

I looked up at him for a moment, a little bit surprised by his question. Right… even with our silent agreement to keep distance whenever the three of us would go out together, he never misses to ask me this regardless of how many times I excuse myself. I smiled.

"Yes… I'll get us hotdogs. Go and ride it with him. You know I don't like these things."

He still looked a little hesitant, but he finally budged when Jiwoo gave his arm a particularly hard tug. I waited for them to disappear into the throng of people before finding myself a seat under one of the umbrellas by the snack area. 

I was checking my phone for notifications and e-mails when Doyoung's chat bubble flashed on my screen. I quickly tapped it to check his message.

Doei: hey, how's it going?

My lips easily pulled into a smile. If there is one true champion here, it is him. Despite saying that he is alright with my decision over Johnny, I am not thick-skinned enough to not know that all of these still affects him to some extent. He never mentions anything about it, but he also never misses a chance to check up on me.

Me: hi. We're at the amusement park right now.

I saw him immediately read my message, though it didn't seem like he was typing anything yet. I decided to follow through first.

Me: what are you up to? I thought you have to be with your mom for her doctor's appointment this afternoon?

Doei: oh that. It finished early.

I stopped. A thought started building at the back of my mind and my fingers hovered over my keypad, wondering if I should go with what I have been thinking.

Me: Are you free now then? Want to come over?

I hit the send button quickly before I could change my mind, my teeth catching my lower lip nervously as I did. I saw him immediately read it, a nervous knot starting to build at the pit of my stomach at every passing second that he doesn't reply. 

The thing with this strange arrangement that we have going on is that…all of the parties involved seemed to have arrived at our silent agreement over "rules." For Doyoung, he must have felt like he needed to put his distance every time these little trips happened, the same way that I would also give Johnny and my son space. The problem with that is he didn't really have to tiptoe around like this… not when he is already doing so much for me.

I watched my screen as I saw the dots appear indicating that he was typing. I was nervous of what he might say since this isn't really something the two of us have talked about, but I knew I had to bring it up sooner or later. This whole arrangement might only be for three months, but I also didn't want it to mess up what I have with him right now.

I sighed as the chat bubble on the screen stopped before disappearing again. He must still be agonizing over what to reply to me—a very Doyoung thing to do, to be honest. On a whim, I swiped to find his number and hit the call button.

He answered after one ring.

"So? Do you want to come?" I asked, trying my best to sound nonchalant. He was silent at the other end, still mulling over my offer.

"Is it Johnny? Do you not want to see him?" I added gently.

That made him scoff. "No. I don't really care about him," he said sassily and it made me smile. There. That’s the Doyoung I know.

"So come with us. I am mostly alone anyway. He and Jiwoo are going around the rides so we wouldn't be any bother at all."

"I'm not sure…" he trailed off, and I could almost see him running his hands through his hair with that little frown that settles between his brows every time he worries over something. "I don't want to get in the way of family time."

That made me stop. I was expecting a variety of reasons for him to say no… but never did I consider that he was thinking about it this way.

"Doyoung, you are family just as much as Johnny is…" I said, concern clearly heard in my tone. No. That's not even right. He is actually more than Johnny will ever be. So this is what has been keeping him back all this time?

My words seemed to have affected him to such an extent because when he spoke again, his voice was softer.

"What I mean is…"

"I know what you mean," I quickly cut him off before he could even find another reason he would unjustly wallow in. My eyes scanned the crowd, unseeing. "And you're not right. If I knew you would only think this way I would never have…"

"Hey, don’t say that,” he said soothingly and I could hear a tinge of guilt in his tone. I pursed my lips and tried to erase the scowl that I didn’t even realize I had. 

"Don't… think of it that way again alright? This is nothing," I asked softly but with conviction this time.  I heard Doyoung sigh at the other end of the line but when he spoke again, it’s like I could almost see the resigned smile on his lips.

"I won't… sorry."

"So will you come now?"

"Uh…"

"Date with me today, okay? I miss my boyfriend," I added for good measure, regardless of how cringey I know that will make me sound. 

I would bet everything I have to guess that Doyoung is smiling right now at the other end of the line. I chuckled as he finally replied, his tone miserably failing to sound sassy the way he wanted to. 

"You're so needy. We were just together yesterday."

I smiled and I felt butterflies in my stomach flutter at just the sound of his voice. A realization hit me like a truck, and I didn’t even dare try to evade it. 

I sure am down bad... really bad, when it comes to Kim Doyoung.

"I'll see you."

----

"Uncle!!!"

Jiwoo came hurtling across the park to run towards Doyoung, a big smile plastered across his face. The latter opened his arms to welcome him, effortlessly lifting him up in the air the moment the toddler jumped him. My son giggled, reaching his small hands to grab at the other’s cheeks.

I watched the two with a chuckle as they exchanged pleasantries with each other. Doyoung arrived not even half an hour after I called him and the two of us made sure to make the most of our free time by roaming around the amusement park by ourselves. Johnny was gracious enough to entertain Jiwoo during those hours, making sure to give updates about where they are and what they are doing all throughout so I wouldn't worry. The day was simply perfect...despite the blended odd group that we had going on.

My gaze moved to Johnny now as he approached us, his eyes set on Jiwoo who is still animatedly talking with Doyoung. Maybe it's the good mood that I have right now, but I gave him a smile, one that he returned with much understanding. Seeing that my son and my boyfriend were still in their own little bubble, I took the chance to approach the other while the two remained distracted. 

"Hey…"

"Hey."

"Thank you for watching over Jiwoo today," I said, a relaxed smile settling on my lips. He glanced at me, one of his brows raising ever so slightly. 

"What are you talking about? I should be the one thanking you for giving us some time as usual."

I cleared my throat softly, and I could feel a slight warmth wash over my cheeks.

"Well… not exactly that but for...you know, Doyoung came after all."

I could feel his gaze watching me closely, as if he was trying to look for something in my face. I thought I saw his lips part in my peripheral vision, but he turned back to the pair before he could say something. It took another bit before he spoke again.

"Of course. I wouldn't want to get in the way of the time between you guys. He's your boyfriend, after all."

I quickly glanced at him but his face was unreadable. Casual. I shook off the odd awkwardness that has started to bud inside of me and chalked it up to my imagination.

"I hope you enjoyed your time today with Jiwoo. He really loves playing with you…" I offered as a change of topic. Johnny's eyes lit up at my words and he gave a smile that was so full of contentment as he watched the boy.

"Thank you. I guess, I'll never get tired of saying that. This… really means a lot to me," he said so softly, more as if he is talking to himself than to me. I didn't say anything as I watched him silently, noting that look that he always has with him whenever Jiwoo comes up in the conversation. There was the usual happiness that I could see in his eyes, but for a moment, I thought I saw another emotion slip through his eyes. It was brief... but there.

Loneliness.

Unfortunately, I didn't have the chance to dwell on it too much as I heard my name being called out. Looking up, I saw Jiwoo dragging Doyoung to where Johnny and I were, his cheeks still glowing from all the playing he had been doing for the day.

"Mama! Can we go to the horror house?"

I wrinkled my nose at the question but picked the boy up in my arms nonetheless.

"A horror house? Are you sure? I don't want you to ask me to sleep with you tonight if you get scared~" I teased, causing the toddler to pull a face at me before puffing his cheeks indignantly.

"No, no! I don't get scared!"

"Even if there are zombies there?" Johnny asked, playing along.

"No!"

"How about spiders?" Doyoung added.

"No!"

That caused our trio to chuckle as the boy tried his best to push his chest out. He might not have gotten my fear of heights, but Jiwoo definitely inherited my love for all things spooky.

"Alright. Alright. We'll go there quickly and then we will go home, alright?"

"Uncle Johnny and I will still ride the Rocket Twist one last time. He promised! Can we, mama? Pleaaaase?"

I quickly glanced over at the man in question. The other dug his hands in his pockets before giving me a smile.

"It's fine. You two can go to the horror house first. I'll wait here. I do need to sit down for a bit."

My gaze moved then to Doyoung who was silently watching everything. I was about to invite him to join Jiwoo and I, but he was quick enough to gently cut me off.

"Go ahead. You two haven't really spent some time together. I'll just be right here," he said. I looked at him, then at Johnny, obviously still a little doubtful.

"Mama, let's go. Let's go," Jiwoo whined again, this time twisting a little bit in my arms to get my attention. I finally sighed before letting him down.

"Alright, we'll just go for one round, okay? No befriending any of the ghosts there." Taking his hand, I shot one last glance at the two men.

"I'll be back soon," I said, making sure to address them both.

They gave me mirrored nods and I harshly pushed down the nervous gnawing in my chest as I finally turned to leave.

----

The silence that clung in the air was thick as Johnny and Doyoung watched the pair go. It wasn't uncomfortable, nor was it awkward, but it wasn't entirely pleasant either. Johnny was about to politely excuse himself, assuming that the other would prefer some distance between them when he heard Doyoung sigh.

"Do you want to sit over at that bench to wait?"

Well... that was unexpected.

He shot him a quick furtive look before finally shrugging. 

"Sure."

Johnny waited for the two of them to finally settle on the nearest seat when he glanced at the other male again. Once upon a time, he and Doyoung were actually quite friendly with each other, despite the latter being a year younger than him. Looking at him now, he did realize how much he has grown from being the lanky, nerdy undergraduate that he had known before into a confident man. That made him smile despite himself.

"So… you and her, huh? Finally," he tried to say, as if testing the waters. He saw the other stiffen a bit beside him, and Johnny couldn't help the good humored but exasperated sigh that escaped him.

"Doyoung, relax. I'm not here to cause any trouble. Let's at least try not to kill each other all the time, okay?"

Doyoung turned towards him, looking ready to bite back again. He hesitated, however, and looked away once more.

"Fine. I guess… you are right. Apologies. Let's try not to make her worry," he mumbled, sounding a bit like a sulky child. He crossed his arms over his chest but didn’t say anything else.

"The snarking around does get tiring, doesn't it?"

Doyoung slightly scoffed. "I wasn't snarking for no reason at all. I was just… I was worried about her. I thought you were…"

"Here to cause trouble? No. I won't do that to her… not again," Johnny trailed off, a rather self-deprecating smile on his lips as he stared off into the distance. He leaned over to rest his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands in front of him. "But I do guess you have a reason to hate me…"

Doyoung watched him for a bit silently, and for a quick second, he thought he saw sadness in the other's eyes. Then the light from the sinking sun shifted and it was gone again. He looked away.

"I never really forgave you for hurting her back then," he said plainly, and he thought he saw Johnny stiffen just a little beside him. He didn't know why and how the conversation went down this route, but there was also a part of him that said they needed to have this conversation right now. "She was… broken. I guess I wanted to make you suffer a little for that."

Johnny simply nodded, hands still tightly clasped together. "Understandable. But can we at least try to be casual? At least in the next few months. I just really want to spend some time with Jiwoo... And believe it or not, I don’t want to see her stressing over you and me as well. You two are happy now. Let's leave it at that."

Doyoung didn't know what to say in reply to that so he chose to keep silent instead. He thought that was enough of an answer, but it seemed like Johnny wasn't done yet when he spoke up again after a minute of silence. 

"I never really wanted to hurt her, Doyoung."

He glanced at the man sitting beside him again, a little startled at the follow through that seemed tp have come up from nowhere. If Doyoung thought that the light of the day was playing tricks on him earlier when he saw the look of sadness in the other's face, there is no doubt now that Johnny is fighting something within himself with the rawness in his expression at the moment. He looked resigned, but honest and open.

"I never really cheated on her. At least not in the way she thought I did."

For a moment, it’s like the rest of the noises in the park stopped. Johnny spoke softly, and yet his words are the only ones Doyoung could hear. He felt like a rock dropped to weigh on his stomach and he opened his lips, then closed them again as he fumbled to find the right words to say.

"What are you—"

"I guess she told you how she found me out, right? How she walked in on me kissing another girl? That was correct. I'm not denying that. But I didn’t cheat on her. I wasn’t dating another woman while I was with her."

"What the hell are you talking about," Doyoung blurted out, utterly confused at this point. He wanted so badly to justify the possibility of Johnny pulling his leg, but one look at the other's face told him that he is anything but lying. And yet nothing he is saying is making any sense.

Johnny sighed and finally moved to lean back against his seat. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture slightly messing up his bangs.

"Look, I am not defending myself here. I am still wrong, I admit that. My girlfriend now… she's my childhood sweetheart back in Chicago. So when she went to work briefly in Korea a few years ago, we were both excited to see each other again. We reconnected, we spent time together, maybe we even flirted a little which sent her the wrong message back then. My mistake was that I wasn’t clear with her that I was already in a relationship with someone else because...well, I was a dumbass. I enjoyed having someone from a part of my life that I didn’t have in Korea back then and I wanted to keep that to myself. I guess in a way, I led her on."

“But nothing really happened beyond that. I didn’t fool around. And I knew exactly back then who I liked. I’ve never doubted that. Then there was this one afternoon that she asked me to meet her at a cafe, and I thought she just wanted to hang out as usual. The next thing I know, she was kissing me... and I was kissing her back.” 

“I didn’t realize until then how deep in shit I was,” Johnny laughed sardonically at himself, his expression exasperated. “I was a fucking child.”

"And then...she saw the two of you," Doyoung finished, his jaw set. The other didn't react, but the look in his eyes told him everything he needed to know.

"I was wrong. I was a foolish kid who realized too late that he was being an asshole. But I didn't sleep with anyone else when I was still with her nor did I start going out with other people behind her back."

What was he supposed to say to that? Doyoung didn't know whether he wanted Johnny to continue speaking or if he wanted to punch him instead.

"So why didn't you tell her all these back then? If it was her that you still wanted why did you make her feel like there was another person? Did you know just how much you broke her after that? Her confidence was shattered! She was—"

"Because I kissed back," Johnny simply answered without even letting him finish. He turned to finally look at Doyoung for the first time, and the expression he saw in his features made him swallow the rest of his words. "Because even if I wasn't serious, I still kissed another girl back. Or led her on. And if you're really fully committed to someone, that's not something you will do, right?"

Doyoung was speechless. Johnny smiled, but there was no trace of mirth in his expression.

"I was guilty. But more than that, I was afraid. Ironically, I didn't realize until then just how much I liked her. I was willing to give up everything for her at 22, Doyoung, and there was this foolish part of me that hated myself for it because I thought it was too early for me to commit to anything serious. It was why I was flirting. It was why I kissed another girl back. I was trying to look for a way to ruin the good thing I have unconsciously. I was self-destructing."

"So when she asked me if I still love her or not, I lied. Again."

"You ran away with your new girlfriend, Johnny. How do you explain that?"

Johnny chuckled and shook his head.

"I didn't though. I did fly back to Chicago after graduation, but I didn't officially restarted things with my fiance at least a year after. But it is true… We have been together since then."

Doyoung was frozen in his seat. He wanted to reject all of these, wanted to tell himself that this is just one of Johnny's many lies, but even he knew from the way the other confessed everything that there is no way he might just be doing this to clean up his name. He still admits to his mistakes… and yet… It still makes everything different. He hated it.

Because it made him feel afraid.

"Why are you telling me this now?" His voice was low when he asked that, causing Johnny to glance at him after. It was like the other sensed his dilemma because he simply gave him a reassuring nod.

"Because even if I do, this shouldn't change anything, Doyoung. Like I said, I am not here to cause any trouble. I love my girlfriend now… and she’s happy with you."

At that moment, Jiwoo's voice carried over from afar, causing Johnny to look up to see the boy and his mother making their way towards where they were sitting. He smiled at his son, before his gaze moved over to the woman beside him looking beautiful and happy under the glow of the setting sun.

"And maybe because… I wish you could do what I wasn't able to do before," Johnny added softly, his smile turning just a tad bit more solemn. Doyoung followed his gaze, eyes landing on the same woman who smiled at him beautifully.

"Choose her fully."

-----

“Thanks for driving us,” I turned to look at Doyoung with a quick grin as I worked on untangling myself from my seat belt. It’s been a long day and I could already feel the tiredness slowly creeping up on me after hours of just walking and running around and I can't wait but to step on a warm bath. Behind us, Jiwoo was already snoozing peacefully in the backseat, passed out from all the playing he had done during the day. 

I was too focused in making sure that I have everything with me before getting out of the car that I didn’t notice the expression sitting on Doyoung’s face as he watched me. I only looked up when I felt his hand gently land over mine, his fingers curling around me gently. 

The car was dark, but I finally took notice of the troubled look in his face when he simply watched me in silence under the dimness that surrounded us. I frowned. 

“Is everything okay?”

Doyoung tried to smile as if he finally realized how worried I was, but even the gesture didn’t entirely erase the look in his eyes.

“Yes. Sorry, I just felt like staring at you.”

I craned my head a little to the side curiously before reaching out to boop his nose. Before I could move away, however, he captured my hand and pressed it against his cheek, but not before moving his lips a little bit to press a kiss against my palm. The action made me blush, my heart jumping to my throat.

“You’re acting weird...” I mumbled as I tried to mask my flustered expression behind a frown. Doyoung’s smile simply widened as if he was pleased at what he had just done. 

“Am I? Are you uncomfortable?” 

My eyes roamed his face, trying to look for something there. Something about the moment told me that there is more to what he is doing, but he kept his expression casual, gaze not moving from mine. 

“Is there any problem?”

Doyoung’s smile slightly dropped at my question, though the affection in his eyes remained. He seemed to be so deep in thought that my worries grew, my thumb gently moving over his cheekbones as if to soothe his thoughts. For a moment, there was nothing that filled the space other than the soft hum of the engine between the two of us. 

“I love you.”

He said those three words so softly, and yet they rang between us so loudly. My eyes widened and I felt my heart stutter a little as that phrase sunk. I couldn’t move my gaze away from his face and for seconds, we just sat there, frozen in time. 

“Doyoung...” 

I was fumbling with my words and I tried desperately to pull something deep inside of me to react, but my emotions halted me from forming any concrete sentence. I like him, I really do, but having him say those three words to me tonight was the last thing I was expecting. I didn’t know that his feelings ran that deep... 

My struggle and confusion must have shown in my face because Doyoung pressed his hand against my cheek again before weaving his fingers with mine and letting our interlinked hands settle on his thigh instead. 

“It’s okay. You don’t need to answer that for now.” 

My gaze shot to his face and I felt guilt overwhelm me. Before I could even say or do anything though, he continued. 

“I know it’s too early. But I just feel like saying it now,” he looked at our joined hands and my suspicion earlier kicked in again. Did something happen between him and Johnny? They looked fine when we returned earlier, but could it be possible that I just missed something? Was he acting this way because he finally caught up with everything that has happened today? I was panicking deep inside, thought after thought passing quickly before I could even focus on any one of them. Doyoung clearly noticed my struggle because he gave my hand a gentle tug so that I could focus on him once more.

“Come on, don’t look too worried about me. You’re making me feel nervous.” 

That shook me from my worries. I know he isn’t expecting for an answer, but I still feel like I should say something. Anything.

“I’m sorry... I mean, I’m not sorry because I don’t accept what you just said. It’s that—we just...” I looked at him almost helplessly, but Doyoung simply returned it with a patient and loving gaze. I swallowed before sighing and looking down. “You know that I like you, right...?”

He hummed. 

“I do. And I’m not forcing you to say anything back. Really... I just wanted to let you know about my feelings...” 

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat as I moved my gaze to his face again. It’s not that I don’t love him back...but I just feel like it’s still too early for me to jump into something I know I needed more time to think over. I could have easily forced myself to say those three words back for the sake of not making him feel sorry, but I also knew that Doyoung would have preferred me to be honest instead, like he always did. 

“Thank you...” I finally managed to say timidly. He replied by giving my hand a gentle pat. 

“Well, go ahead now. It’s late and you and Jiwoo are both tired. I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

I numbly nodded, silently wishing to myself that he didn’t move back when he finally released my hand. Wordlessly, I moved to open my door before getting off the car. He was on his way of getting out of the driver’s seat—probably to help me carry Jiwoo back—when I suddenly ducked over the window to speak to him again. 

“Hey.” 

Doyoung looked back and blinked at me innocently as he waited for my next words. I didn’t have the chance to think too much on what I said next, but I threw caution to the air and just blurted it out before I could chicken out.

“Do you...want to stay the night?” 

CHAPTER 8

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A/N: hello! I was finally able to churn out the latest chapter after agonizing over it for so long in my drafts. This one’s a little bit long, but I’m kinda happy of how it turned out? I honestly have been re-reading it again and again because I was thinking where I wanted the plot to go—I have two very different routes that I have been considering and it was so hard for me to decide on one. That and I have been considering all of the comments I have been reading too, which obviously leans in favor of one person. So for now, I am just taking things slow chapter per chapter. Things will be more controversial from now on though, but I still hope some readers will still stick despite the plot choices I will be making in the future. Okay, that’s all. T.T As usual, I’d love to hear what you guys think. Enjoy! <3

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I Definitely Like Her: Chaeyoung X Female Reader

Request: hello just read u will be closing ur requests so i wanted to get this one in real quick: some chaeyoung (twice) x forgeign!reader idol au (they’re both idols) and went to the same school and also met there for the first time but reader didn’t really have the best reputation at school, bit of a troublemaker standing up for their own beliefs since they’re not from korea and still have to get used to the way things are there which is rather conservative (f.e. they do not conform with the uniform rules idk if youve watched sex education but they’re a bit like cal in this situation, or so on). they weren’t very close since chae was busy with her starting idol life and reader was still a trainee at the time so they only knew eachother from afar. but that changed when reader also debuted and chae and reader were doing a special stage together since they’re both the main rappers of their groups so the special stage was together with a few other female main rappers. and they soon realized through working together that they were more alike than they first thought and u can take it from there because im out of ideas haha if u deem this good enough to write that is anyways thank u in advance i love ur works :)

tw// swearing, slight racism/discrimination, mention of periods

author's note: i made the reader insert black. hopefully you enjoy this, i tried my best :D

"Big wheels rolling, can't tell how shit feel Bitch, how I changed when I only got big bills? Ah Problem, and that waist on Coke bottle Walking these hoes like a runway model" You rapped softly to yourself as you finished brushing your baby hairs into little swoops with your pink toothbrush. Looking at yourself in the mirror you smiled widely, kissing your reflection quickly and wiping away the mark left from your lip gloss. Slinging your backpack over your shoulder, you grabbed your phone and airpods before leaving, locking the door behind you.

For the past week you rode the bus, but you had time to walk so you did, enjoying the fresh morning air. When you got the school many of the students were already inside, so you made your way in, mumbling the lyrics of another Megan Thee Stallion song as you walked. The second you walked through the doors all eyes were on you. Although everyone though you didn't understand Korean, you spoke the language fluently along with English. The rest of your classmates assumed that you were another foreigner who didn't speak Korean other than introducing yourself or asking where something was. You took advantage of that though, pretending you didn’t understand so you could listen to whatever people said around you. Within a week you had enough gossip on half of your classmates to get almost all of them in some form of trouble if you wanted to. But, you just kept it to yourself leaving you to feel like a walking Burn Book from Mean Girls.

Walking through the hallways, you ignored the eyes on you, the stares were nothing new and you'd been getting them ever since you arrived in Korea. The first class was by far the easiest for you, English language. Despite knowing that you were fluent, the school was still requiring you to complete the courses. Just as you were walking up the stairs you felt one of your earrings start to fall out. Most people could put an earring in without having to see it, however you never acquired that skill. 

Skipping steps you bolted up the stairs and ran into the bathroom, yanking your earring the rest of the way out and trying to put it back in properly. You squinted, cursing yourself for forgetting to put in your contacts and not bringing your glasses as backup. The school bell rang however you weren’t leaving until the earring was back in your ear. After five minutes that felt like 3 hours, you finally got the earring back in and headed to class. Before walking in you smoothed over your skirt and pushed the door open, heading to your seat in the very back of the classroom. Your teacher stopped talking and silence fell over the classroom as his eyes lingered on you. He stated with a smile, “Look who decided to grace us with her presence this morning.” Faking a confused look you scanned the room before pointing at yourself, “Me?” Your teacher nodded, “Miss L/N, you are well aware that tardiness is not tolerated in my classroom, correct?” You nodded, “Yeah. I was taking care of something so I was late...” 

You moved to turn around but your teacher continued, “You had another obligation that was more important than my class?” Without hesitation you replied, “Yes but I’m here now so you can continue your lesson Mr. Oh.” Before you could move again he proceeded, “Well since this was such an important thing to handle, please share with the class what that obligation was.” You raised and eyebrow and gave him the chance to take back his reply but he didn’t. Casually you responded, “I was changing my tampon in the restroom. If you don’t believe me it’s in the sanitary disposal bin. Stall 3, right on the top.” The few students that had fully understood your conversation snickered and watched as your teacher’s face turned bright red. With a smile you asked, “Anymore questions Mr. Oh?” He shook his head and took a gulp of water, making you scrunch your nose and reply with a grin, “Thanks so much.” 

Pulling out your chair you plopped down next to your seat mate, she didn’t spare you a glance, keeping her eyes focused right ahead of her. You got the slight feeling that she hated you or was scared of you based on the way she scooted away from you cautiously every time you sat down. All you knew about her was that she was an idol, so your soon to be senior if all went well with training. The second you laid eyes on her on the first day you knew she was Chaeyoung of Twice. She was friends with everyone in the school that was an idol and trainee at least that’s what you observed fairly quickly. However you were the only known trainee that she wasn’t friends with. 

For the first week you assumed that she just didn’t know, however when people saw you talking to Jang Eunseong, a known RBW trainee, they knew that you were in fact a trainee. Into the second week she still made no move to speak to you so you just let her be, not caring anymore. 

English class ended and the rest of the day was a blur until History which was by far your least favorite class because nothing that you all learned was taught to you before attending Korean high school. On top of the fact that your history teacher just plain worked your last nerve. Walking up to turn in your worksheet, you made eye contact with her before she called your name, “Miss Y/N.” She asked you, “Are you aware that you are violating the dress code in at least four different ways?” You looked at your uniform and down to your sneakers, “No...I don’t think I am Dr. Bae.” She told you, “Remain up here please. You will help me with my exit ticket.” You shrugged and stayed beside her, shifting your weight from foot to foot until she was ready to talk. 

The teacher told the students  the students before saying, “I am sure you all are well aware that we have a new student this year. However, she seems to have an issue with abiding to the dress code, so may someone please raise their hand and point out what will need to be changed?” You stood in front of your class and waited for hands to go up, you leaned back on the tall table behind you, resting your forearms on it as you scanned the room. A few of the student laughed while a few others gave judgmental looks and mumbled. You turned back to the teacher and said in intentionally broken Korean, “I don’t think they know either.” 

The older woman replied, “Well allow me. For starters your skirt is too short, your blouse is untucked, no nail polish or makeup is permitted, your jewelry will need to be removed, and your hair needs to be changed. Your sneakers are also a violation.” You looked at her and said, “Okay...?” She repeated slower, “Fix your uniform, put a brush through your ratty hair, remove the layers of makeup and take the jewelry off. The ones under your blouse as well. Did you understand that?” The last sentence spoken with nothing but condescension. The older woman handed you a pair of scissors to cut the beads off of your waist and wrists that had slipped into view. You thought for a moment, bringing the scissors to your waist with a shaking hand before remembering why you were wearing them. Instead you tucked your blouse in and slipped your beads out of view, and pulled your blazer sleeves over the bracelets on your wrist. Placing the scissors down you refused, “No.” The entire front row gasped and silence fell over the room so thick that you could hear your heart beating in your chest. 

You took a breath before responding in fluent Korean, “My skirt is exactly 8 centimeters above the knee. If that makes you uncomfortable that’s a problem to take up with a professional. Not me. My blouse is too small despite being the largest size offered, which is a problem between the school and the uniform distributor. Not me. There is not a rule against nail polish in the code of conduct, it was removed three years ago. I am not wearing makeup, or lashes. That is my skin and an eyelash curler with petroleum jelly and a spoolie brush. All of my jewelry has a cultural or spiritual significance and according to section 34 A line 17, I am allowed to wear all of it. My hair grows out of my head this way and I will not adjust to the Eurocentric beauty standard of wearing only straight hair so you and the rest of the people around me can stomach it, or to make myself look like someone I am not and will never be. Lastly my sneakers are in fact the perfect example of appropriate, no heel or platform or color that’s not black and it is not an athletic tennis shoe.” The second you finished talking the school bell rang and you added, “Never insult me again. I don’t tolerate that, I don’t care who you are.” The woman told you “Principals office. Now. I’m reporting you.” You picked up your backpack and slung it over your shoulder, “Well you already sent me twice this week, you know what they say. Third time’s the charm- Oh wait...It’s after school hours. You’re off the clock, sorry. Maybe you’ll find something tomorrow? Have a wonderful afternoon Dr. Bae, wonderful lecture by the way.” Quickly you exited the classroom for the day, going to your locker to get all of your books for the night.

You met your best friend at her locker, “Eunseongie! Hey!” She asked you quietly, “Did you really tell off Dr. Bae and Mr. Oh in class? You know you can’t do that kind of thing here Y/N.” She linked arms with you before heading outside so you two could catch the bus. You replied, “I mean Mr. Oh was grilling me so I answered. As for Dr. Bae, I just pointed out that she was misunderstanding sections of the code of conduct. Consider what I did as a good thing, I stood up for myself.” Your best friend huffed and said, “You already got kicked out of your last school. You don’t need to add this one to the list too.” Letting out a huff you caved, “Fine...I’ll think about holding my tongue.” Eunseong shook her head and laughed, “You’re too much.” 

What you didn’t notice was the girl standing next to you with one of her friends. Chaeyoung stood adjacent from you next to Tzuyu, the two of them waiting together. The smaller girl was listening to your conversation despite having in headphones. When you and Eunseong got on the bus Chaeyoung turned to Tzuyu and asked, “Did you hear that?” The taller girl asked, “Hear what?” Chaeyoung whispered, “Y/N, that new transfer that’s also a RBW trainee, she got kicked out of her old high school!” Tzuyu responded, “Oh yeah I hear stuff about her all the time. Someone said that she pretends to not speak Korean but she really can. Also I heard that she cussed at Dr. Bae and spoke informally to her...Lee Chaeyoung said she’s bad news.” 

Chaeyoung had heard rumors about you as well, most of them that you were a new trainee and that you didn’t respect authority. That was what turned her from talking to you during the first week of school. She was going to befriend you but she ended up not doing it because she knew that her reputation might be put at risk. She was a debuted idol and having a friend that wasn’t respectful and had a bad reputation wouldn’t look good, especially since JYP took so much pride in their idols being genuine and respectful. Rumors were only going to fly more now that you spoke up to two teachers with an entire classroom full of witnesses both times. Chaeyoung made the decision to just ignore you in order to protect her own image. 

Months passed and you made your debut under RBW as a member of the group Purple Kiss. You continued to attend school with Eunseong  however it was slightly sporadic because your group was promoting. It was nearing awards season and that meant special stages and performances. Purple Kiss had been invited to the MMA awards and there was a special stage for a few main rappers from girl groups. You were already labelled as one of the best 4th gen rappers in Kpop despite having debuted only months before. So it was no surprise when you got invited to be one of the rappers for the performance. 

You sat in the meeting room across from your boss as he spoke to you, “Congratulations Y/N. You will be doing the stage alongside Jeon Soyeon, Shin Ryujin, Giselle of Aespa, Dami of Dreamcatcher, Chaeyoung of Twice.” Although you knew that Yuki was also supposed to be doing the stage, she couldn’t because she was sick so she was removed last minute. However you were happy that at least one of you were able to participate. For a second you paused before asking, “Wait did you say Son Chaeyoung?” Your boss nodded and replied, “Yes, I believe she is your schoolmate as well.” You smiled weakly, “Yeah, she is.” In the back of your mind you just hoped that everything would go smoothly, the last thing you wanted was the stage to be awkward because the two of you weren’t friendly. 

Sitting next to Chaeyoung in school was even more awkward than it was before you found out about the collaboration stage. Instead of ignoring you, she was just staring at you every now and again without actually saying anything. You could feel her eyes on you however you didn’t even need to look to know that she was looking at you. Both you and Chaeyoung knew that there was a practice at JYP later, but she still had yet to speak to you. The second the bell rang you were up and out of the class room. The school day went by painfully slow but eventually you were free and heading to your own company’s building. 

In attempt to distract yourself from the nerves of having to face your schoolmate you entered a practice room with your headphones on and started rapping along with whatever came on your shuffle. After an hour the reminder you set in the morning went off and you headed outside so you manager could pick you up and take you to the other company. The entire ride you continued rapping under your breath, however it was a freestyle instead. When you and your manager entered the building and found the right room, Soyeon, Chaeyoung, and Ryujin were already there. The four of you were slightly awkward with each other, at first but eventually after Dami and Giselle entered the conversation was more free flowing. You were hesitant to speak to any of them, but Ryujin spoke to you first. 

The two of you had seen each other in passing during the school day, she was a grade level under you. You knew that she had mentioned you as an idol she wanted to befriend, so you assumed this was her making that attempt. Chaeyoung was busy talking to Giselle, however she was listening into your conversation, hearing certain things that drew her interest. You all waited for the producer to enter because the first practice was going to be recording the song, second was a backup in case anything on the track needed to be changed, and the last two were stage rehearsals. 

Everyone was silently anticipating what was to come because all six of you had written your own lyrics. All six of you were going to have your individual part as well as a group part together. The beat had been sent separately and you all sent in your demos, the only one who knew what every else’s part sounded like was Soyeon, as she was working as the co-producer. Soyeon put you all in order to go in the booth and everyone else sat around waiting their turns. Chaeyoung went in first, you were honestly surprised at her skill because her company didn’t let her rap the way she was capable of on most of their songs. It took Chaeyoung next to no time to finish and soon Giselle was in the booth after her. 

Ryujin shifted nervously next to you and she murmured to herself, “I’m nervous...” You told your new friend, “You’ll be okay. Chaeng just went in and killed it so I’m sure you’ll do the same being trained by the same company ‘n all.” Chaeyoung beamed, “Wait it was good?” You were slightly taken aback at her question for the sole reason of thinking that she wouldn’t talk to you if she didn’t have to. You nodded with a smile, “Yeah, it was really good, and you wrote that yourself- like wow.” Chaeyoung’s dimple caught your eye only making you find her even more beautiful than before. 

When Giselle finished, Dami went in and then Ryujin after her. The three finished slower than Chaeyoung had, but Soyeon didn’t rush the girls at all, encouraging them to take their time and giving them pointers on how to perfect their lines. When your turn came Soyeon motioned for you to go into the booth to record. On the first try you finished your take with ease, however you scrunched your nose and shifted your weight back and forth grabbing Soyeon’s attention. Your senior asked you, “What’s wrong?�� You laughed and replied, “It doesn’t fit as well anymore. Sounds off, I don’t know if you hear it.” 

Soyeon looked at the producer next to her who honestly was doing nothing. She asked, “I have an idea, hear me out to the end though okay?” You nodded and she told you, “I want you to freestyle out of pocket.” Your face dropped and you immediately replied, “Unnie, can’t do that- like I’ve never tried.” Soyeon told you, “I know you can freestyle, we all know. Just follow 2 an 3 instead of 1 and 4, it will feel weird but just try it. I can help you if you need it.” Nervously you agreed and tried again, taking a deep breath and toying with the bracelets on your wrist. You closed your eyes and just let yourself go, following the technique of following 2 and 3 before switching smoothly to 1 and 4 on the last 2 lines. When you finished you let out an exhale and looked up at everyone on the other side of the glass. All of their mouths were open, except Soyeon who was smiling proudly. 

The second you stepped out of the booth you told her jokingly, “I can’t do that ever again unnie.” She gave you a thumbs up and said, “Good job Y/N.” When she turned back around you did a little dance and mouthed “Good job” out of celebration. The rest of the girls flooded you with complements and you couldn’t help but cover your face bashfully. When the session was over everyone said their goodbyes. 

The next day in school you sat in your seat in English, and Chaeyoung greeted you with a bright smile. You jumped from the sudden greeting, “Oh- sorry, hey. You don’t usually talk to me.” Chaeyoung replied, “I wanted to apologize for that actually I-” You cut her off, “It’s okay I already know why. I don’t have the best reputation around here...so it’s understandable.” She asked, “So we’re good?” You nodded and motioned towards the board as the school bell rang indicating the start of class. 

As you completed your first assignment, Chaeyoung looked at you from her peripheral vision, scanning you up and down slowly without you noticing. She looked at your sneakers, the black Converse high tops with silver studs covering the canvas, and a few small chains hanging close to the sides and ankle. The black sharpie doodles of flowers, skulls, and stars that were covering the toe caps and the toe bumpers. She noticed the perfect yet imperfect handwriting of your name on the heel patch. Her eyes moved up to your uniform, the skirt that looked shorter than what was allowed but she knew it was just your body proportions that made it look shorter. Chaeyoung’s gaze lingered on the hoodie that was tucked into your blazer and the tie that was loose around your blouse collar. She noticed a flash of gold and red around your waist when you took your blazer off and streched with your arms above your head, but quickly you yanked your shirt down and tucked it back in. In her mind she remembered the gold nose cuff with the blue Mal de Ojo that you wore everyday. The array of glass and wood beaded bracelets that covered your wrists and softly clicked together when you wrote on your paper. She smiled softly when she saw your nails, the ring finger having a pair of boobs painted on, another finger having a rainbow, a few others having flowers or moons on them as well. Sitting next to her she could smell a subtle mixture of what she recently identified as coconut oil and floral herbs and citrus. With a quick turn of her head she caught a glimpse of your hair, the curls that were pressed straight for the first few weeks of school, but now pulled up on top of your head. Her gaze once more fell on your face, your long eyelashes that usually brush the lenses of your glasses when you remembered to wear them. The slight shine on your full lips that was full of light flecks of glitter when you turned into the light in just the right angle, only making them look more perfect. Chaeyoung had never taken a moment to look at you the way she was now. Feeling her gaze on you, you whispered, “The answer isn’t on any part of me Chaeng.” Her cheeks flushed bright pink as she laughed and covered her face with her hands, your hand on her thigh as you smirked and patted her leg gently. Not sparing her a glance you continued to write out your assignment and laugh to yourself at catching her staring.

The two of you became closer as the performance date neared with every passing day. When the day of the awards show came you were so nervous that you were shaking on the red carpet. Luckily you were able to play it off like you were cold because it was outside in December. When you got backstage with the other girls you all huddled together. Soyeon gave you all a pep talk but you were still shaking, starting to feel nauseated. 

Chaeyoung gave you a side hug and told you, “It’s going to be okay Y/N, we’ll all be up there together. We got your back okay?” You looked up at Soyeon and she agreed, “I’ve freestyled this awards show once, I can do it again in an emergency okay?” You all hugged once more before heading to the stage. You didn’t realize that it was as big as it was until you were standing in your spot. The lights were off and you couldn’t see anything around you, only hearing the fans screaming over your inears. A bead of sweat ran down your back as you took a deep breath, holding your mic in your hand. Your fingers ran over the personalized mic your grandmother had gifted you when you debuted, the small dent on the grille from when you dropped it the second after pulling it out of the box. With another exhale you were ready, listening to your in ear the second it started. The automated voice spoke over the ticking of the metronome, “Track. Artist in position. Intro. 2-3-4.” You watched as Chaeyoung started, rapping her lines perfectly. The entire performance went by faster than you anticipated, and you absolutely killed your part. The second you stepped off the stage you felt like you could finally breathe again, and the weight was lifted. All of you praised each other as you walked back to the green room. 

You and Chaeyoung hung onto each other’s arms, laughing and playfully arguing over who did better. The two of you rushed to get ready because Chaeyoung had a performance soon so she had to get back to her group. You were finished before her and your manager was ready to escort you back to your group, so you quickly pulled Chaeyoung into a hug. Without thinking you put your hand under her chin and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek, “Good luck Chaeng.” Her entire face turned pink as she smiled and laughed, her stylist teasing her as she fixed her outfit. As you walked away you covered your mouth with your hand and whispered to yourself, “Oh my god why would I do that why did I do that?” Unbeknownst to you Chaeyoung’s hand was on her cheek, giggling to herself as her heart pounded in her chest. She admitted to herself, “Yeah...I definitely like her.”