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a good day

summary: it's the last episode of Good Day and the family spend the evening at an amusement park with a couple extra guests

The night air was warm and glowing, thick with the sugar-sweet scent of candy floss and popcorn.

Jiyong arrived at the gates of the theme park with Angel snuggly strapped against his chest and Diva leading the way, her tiny sneakers lighting up every time her feet hit the pavement.

“Faster, Appa! Come on!” she shouted, pointing at the rides.

“At least someone's excited,” Jiyong muttered with a soft smile, shifting the baby bag higher on his shoulder and following after her.

Angel let out a sleepy sound against him, her little fists clutching the edge of his shirt like she was already over it.

At the entrance, they were met by two familiar faces - Kwanghee bouncing on the balls of his feet, and Doni casually munching on a churro.

“There he is! GDragon!” Kwanghee sang, arms out wide in greeting, voice way too loud for the hour. “Aigoo, look at your family! How come you brought them to work?”

“They refused to stay home,” Jiyong lied. “They insisted on coming with me.”

As if he hadn't cancelled the babysitter and told his children all about the magical theme park that he just couldn't go to without taking them along.

“I'm gonna go on the ponies!” Diva screamed, bubbling with excitement as she gripped Jiyong's jeans.

“See,” he nodded in answer, adjusting Angel in the carrier as she let out a quiet coo.

"Oh sure," Doni huffed, taking another bite of his sugary treat. "Where's y/n?"

"Work thing," Jiyong murmured despondently, wishing that you were here too. He kissed the top of Angel's head, glad that at least he was able to feel the comfort of your presence through his babies.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Before anything else, Kwanghee dragged them to the nearest cart so Jiyong could purchase everyone matching fuzzy headbands.

Diva picked ones with bunny ears, of course, while Jiyong wore fluffy cat ears that matched Angel’s miniature version. Even Doni didn’t protest too hard when Jiyong planted a mouse headband on his head and said, “For unity.”

They were sitting on a bench sharing churros and juice boxes when the distant music of the carousel started playing.

Diva froze mid-bite. “THE PONIES!!!”

Jiyong didn’t even get a chance to react before she took off. “YAH - stay with me!” he called, jogging after her with Angel bouncing gently in the carrier.

As they reached the carousel, Diva gasped and pointed, “LOOK LOOK!” And there, gracefully circling around on a white horse with golden trim - was you.

Jiyong blinked, then lit up.

“JAGI?!”

His jaw dropped, then he started jumping up and down like a kid -until Angel squawked against his chest and he immediately froze. “Sorry, sorry,” he whispered, gently rubbing her back. “Appa got excited… Your Eomma's here!”

You waved at them mid-spin, grinning as you saw Diva running beside the ride, waving back at you.

“You said you had an event,” Jiyong mumbled when you finally stepped off and kissed him softly.

“Wrapped early,” you replied, adjusting Diva’s bunny ears before she sprinted toward the carousel.

Everyone climbed on - Kwanghee clinging dramatically to a horse, Jiyong holding Angel as he settled carefully onto his own horse, with you and Diva climbing next to him on a pink pony. Doni chose to sit behind on a chariot bench like the cool uncle.

Kwanghee kept trying to take selfies, stretching out his phone at wild angles while the carousel spun and Diva shouted, “AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN!” with every turn.

“Hyung - there are literally four cameras on us,” Jiyong muttered with a laugh. “Do we need all the selfies?”

“Yes,” Kwanghee replied. “For the memories.”

Angel dozed through most of it, nestled perfectly against her Appa’s chest while Diva reached over every few seconds to grab at Jiyong’s hand mid-spin. “We’re flying!”

You couldn’t stop smiling, your heart melting with every soft laugh, every goofy photo attempt, every time Jiyong turned toward you with that starry, giddy look in his eyes like he still couldn’t believe you were really there.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

After the carousel, snacks were devoured on a nearby bench.

Diva sat perched on Jiyong’s knee, crumbs all over her chin, still buzzing from the carousel ride. Angel was snoozing peacefully in your arms, her little headband tilted sideways, pacifier bobbing gently as she breathed.

That’s when everyone saw it.

Towering above, outlined in LED lights and looking way too intense for this hour of the night - the Gyro Drop.

Kwanghee gasped. “Let’s go!”

Jiyong raised a brow. “With the kids?”

“You, me, and y/n. Hyung can stay back with the girls.”

Doni blinked. “Wait, what - ”

"Absolutely not," Jiyong agreed and the older man nodded at him. "Besides, I'm a father now, I can't risk my life."

But you were already pushing off the bench. "C'mon Jiyong, it's been so long since I've ridden a Gyro-drop."

"Has it?" He raised a pointed brow at you.

"Yah! Save that kind of talk for yourselves," Hyungdon scolded, putting his churro to the side, suddenly uninterested. "Give the little one here then," he sighed.

“Hyung, if you're holding my baby, you’re wearing the carrier,” Jiyong said seriously, already unclipping the straps from his own chest.

“Aish! I know how to hold a baby. I have kids of my own, you know that, right?”

“I'm not taking chances.”

Within minutes, Doni was standing awkwardly in the baby carrier, Angel snuggled to his chest, still fast asleep, looking like a koala clinging to a very grumpy tree. Diva’s little hand was placed firmly in his.

Jiyong was still adjusting every strap meticulously. “And hold Jia’s hand. Don’t let her run. If she even thinks about going near a ride - ”

“I got it! I got it!” Doni waved him off, but Jiyong still lingered, looking over his shoulder ten times as you, him, and Kwanghee made your way toward the Gyro Drop tower.

As you were being strapped into the ride yourselves, Jiyong slipped his hand into yours.

Kwanghee peeked over at your interlocked hands. “Hyung can I hold your other hand?”

Jiyong didn’t even blink. “Hold your own hand.”

“I’ll scream louder if I don’t have a buddy - ”

“Don't worry Kwanghee, y/n is a loud screamer too." He said with a chuckle as the ride started to rise, the lights of the theme park growing smaller beneath you.

Kwanghee clutched his harness. “Okay now we're really high.”

You glanced over.

Jiyong, surprisingly, looked… chill. Relaxed, even.

“Not scared yet, old man?” you teased.

He scoffed in minor offence then smirked at you. “Please. This is easy. You know how many stages I’ve jumped off of?”

Kwanghee pouted. “Then why won’t you let me hold your - ”

Then came the drop - sudden, breathtaking, and heart-in-throat fast.

You screamed.

Kwanghee shrieked.

And Jiyong?

He threw his head back and laughed. Hair flying, eyes closed as he held tightly onto your hand.

When you touched down, adrenaline still buzzing, Jiyong turned to you with that familiar gleam in his eyes.

“Still got it.”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “We’ll see if you say that on the next ride.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Then came the log flume.

And this time, you had a plus one.

Diva was practically vibrating with joy when the staff confirmed she was tall enough to go on. She jumped up and down, squealing, “Eommaaaa! I go with you!”

Jiyong hesitated. “Is this one really safe for little ones?”

“They just sit and enjoy,” the staff reassured.

“Like a boat?”

“Yes. Mostly.”

Mostly?? Jiyong thought skeptically as he lifted Diva into the ride.

Soon you were all seated into the log-shaped boat - you at the front, Diva right behind you, Jiyong behind her with his arms and legs braced on either side, and Kwanghee in the very back, already giggling.

As the ride floated along its track, everything seemed peaceful. Gentle turns, dimly lit scenes of woodland creatures and faux riverbanks.

“Oh...this is fine,” Jiyong said, looking around at the scenic view.

“Mhmm,” you hummed.

“I’m glad we’re doing this together as a family.”

“Me too.” Kwanghee chirped and Jiyong rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless.

Click.

The boat started to ascend.

Click. Click.

“Wait.”

Click.

“Jagi… why’s it going up?”

You looked back with a grin. “We’re almost at the fun part!”

Jiyong’s hands gripped the sides of the seat. “It’s still going!”

“Yup.”

“It’s too high now. This is - this can't be safe for her?!”

“It's fine!" You reassured from the front, even though you couldn't see the drop yet.

He looked down at Diva, who was sitting between his legs, trying to peek at the view of the theme park as the ride continued to climb higher.

“Jagi! I think we should get off!”

“We’re halfway up now,” And at the peak, you called out, “Hands up, everyone!”

“Hands up!” Diva echoed, tiny arms in the air.

Jiyong panicked, yanking her arms down and wrapping himself around her like a human seatbelt. “NO NO NO. HOLD ON. HOLD - ”

And down you all went.

Then -

Splash.

The log flume plummeted into a wall of water.

The flash of a camera went off, capturing the moment perfectly:

You screaming in delight. Kwanghee gripping onto Jiyong’s shirt with both hands, nearly pulling him backward into his lap. And Jiyong, caught mid-yell, trying to shield Diva with his whole body.

When the boat finally coasted to a stop, drenched and breathless, Diva blinked slowly. Her hair was stuck to her forehead. Water dripped off her lashes.

“Baby, are you okay?” Jiyong gasped, checking her hands, her arms, her face.

She wiped her eyes. “I wanna go again!”

You laughed, glancing at them from over your shoulder.

“She’s a thrill seeker,” you said, proudly.

“She’s going to give me a heart attack,” Jiyong muttered, shaking his head. "Maybe I am too old for this."

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The group gathered near the now-dimming carousel lights, cheeks pink from the cold, bodies still slightly damp from the log flume.

Diva was half-asleep, swaying gently as she leaned against Jiyong’s leg, her little hand clutching the fabric of his jeans.

Angel had stirred again, wide-eyed and quietly taking in the glowing lights while still strapped securely to Doni’s chest. He’d stopped protesting hours ago and had begun patting her back automatically, completely smitten.

“She likes me,” he mumbled proudly to no one in particular.

Kwanghee, still full of energy, clapped his hands together. “Hyung, come on, one last thing! Let’s film a dance challenge. Right here. Theme park background, golden lighting - it's the perfect vibes!"

Everyone groaned in harmony.

"I'm tired," Jiyong mumbled.

Kwanghee was relentless. “Please! One last memory! It’s the last episode!”

Jiyong sighed and gently lifted Diva into Hyungdon's arms. Angel stared up at him whilst Diva rested her head on his shoulder, eyes softly falling closed.

“Aish, no more, Jiyong.” Doni muttered as he held both girls. "I won't have enough arms."

“Don’t drop my babies.” he warned sharply, adjusting his glasses as he got into position.

You held up the phone to record as Jiyong and Kwanghee got into position, the music starting up.

They danced - Kwanghee with his usual amount of flair, and Jiyong with a quiet ease, hitting the moves cleanly, even while teasing Kwanghee mid-routine.

As the song ended, Jiyong turned toward you, a little breathless. “Now I want one with you.”

You blinked. “I thought we were going home.”

“One more,” he grinned, hand outstretched. “For me. I want to dance with my wife.”

You laughed, handing back the phone to Kwanghee and stepping into the frame beside your husband.

The beat of 'Too Bad' started and the rhythm slipped right into your bones.

You moved in sync, playful and effortless - brushing shoulders, spinning, bumping hips. When he pulled you close at the end, you were both laughing together, a little flushed.

You looked up at him with a smirk. “I guess I've still got it too,” you said smugly.

"Always, Jagi," He grinned, pulled you closer, and pressed a kiss to your lips - sweet and full of pride.

Doni groaned. “Can we not do this in front of the children?”

“They’re asleep,” Jiyong mumbled, not pulling away.

Kwanghee was giddy as he reviewed the footage. “I got it! Hey! Jiyongieeee why didn't you kiss me at the end of ours? Can we re-shoot it?!"

And just like that, the camera panned wide - the carousel spinning gently behind, the soft twinkle of the theme park fading into the night.

You tucked under Jiyong’s arm. Doni beside you with the girls. And Kwanghee threw out his arms and loudly exclaimed:

“Best family ever! This is what Good Day was all about!”

And just like that, the night ended. With wet socks, tired giggles, full hearts, and the best kind of chaos.

A good day indeed.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

i found this one really hard to write but it was highly requested so i hope it was ok!

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[aizshallnotbefound]

missing you

You want jiyong back too— but you couldn’t be more discreet about it

Jiyong’s pov | ft. @makeitworse. Contains: 2ne1!reader x gdragon. Social media au collab, y/n's pov

a/n: collab post with @makeitworse ! congratulation on hitting 300 followers hon <3

r/kpopcelebgossip user: So idk if any of yall have noticed but remember during like 2015-2016 (basically MADE era) y/n and g dragon were like in a speculated relationship right? It was so obvious because of their on stage chemistry , behind the scenes etc etc and i was just stalking gd’s page (peaceminusone) and i was js simply scrolling and i saw literally no pics of them together back when gd posted alot. And i checked his other accounts too and literally no pics of y/n. I checked y/n’s page as well and NO pics at all of them everything is Wiped. No official statement yet but y’all… Do we think it’s over?? Top Comments: user: NONONO IT CANT BE SAY SIKE RN user: I CHECKED THEIR PAGE TOO- the two unliked all of their posts

user: i checked y/n’s spam acc too, literally no pics of jiyong, she literally unliked all posts about gd from all of her accounts. user: they were THE it couple of the k-pop industry no way they ended things like this. I genuinely thought they would get married 😭 user: when is g-dragons ver of eyes nose and lips gonna drop || user: this better be like tae and min hyorin’s breakup where they get back together or im gonna jump user: This is worse than when my parents divorced 😩 user: this better be a PR stunt- MY PARENTS CANT GET DIVORCED LIKE THIS  dispatch.co.kr [EXCLUSIVE] “Something’s Off?”… Idol G-DRAGON and Idol Y/N Allegedly Call It Quits After Fans Spot Deleted Photos and Unfollows  K-pop fans are speculating about a possible breakup between top idols G-dragon and Y/n, after a series of sudden changes on their social media accounts—raising eyebrows over an alleged romantic relationship that was never officially confirmed since 2015.

According to Dispatch’s exclusive monitoring, the two stars quietly unliked each other’s recent and old Instagram posts, and deleted several photos in which they appeared together. Though their agencies have never acknowledged any relationship, fans have long suspected that the two were more than just “industry friends.” 👀 The Evidence? Gone.

Fans first noticed something strange earlier this week when Y/n’s Instagram feed no longer included a carousel photo posted in September 2016 featuring G-dragon backstage at a music show. Within hours, G-dragon also deleted some story highlight’s of Y/N with her kpop group 2NE1.

Furthermore, the pair no longer engage with each other’s posts, despite previously dropping frequent likes and subtle emojis. The once-public digital trail has gone cold. Were They Ever Dating?

Neither party has ever commented on dating rumors, though they were spotted several times wearing what fans described as “matching couple items,” including rings and other accessories. The two was seen many times in events, cruises etc. the two idols was also seen attending eachothers concerts at times secretly. y/n’s car was seen multiple times near his penthouse as well. Their on stage chemistry was fan loved and fueled more to the dating speculations

While some claimed it was just friendship, others believed there was “something more.” than just colleagues or friends 🔕 No Comment from Agencies

When contacted, both agencies declined to comment, stating, “We do not respond to speculation regarding artists’ private lives.” 🌀 Fans React

Online forums are buzzing with mixed reactions—some expressing disappointment, others still questioning if the relationship ever existed in the first place.

“If they weren’t together, why delete the photos now?” “Even their friends used to tease them in live streams… something definitely happened.”

Whether it was a quiet romance or a close friendship that soured, one thing’s clear: something has changed—and fans noticed.

📷 Dispatch will continue to monitor developments.Whether it was love, friendship, or just rumors, we wish both artists the best as they move forward.

r/kpopcelebgossip [DISCUSSION] Y/n is deleting and blocking fans who mention  g-dragon or the alleged breakup — seems like lowkey confirmation? 👀 Posted by User - 2 hours ago Kpop fans going crazy rn because of g-dragon and y/n alleged break up but yall my sister went to her recent post and commented about it AND SHE WAS BLOCKED??? Apparently she is taking down comments about her and gd Like… she’s NEVER done this before?? She’s always been super chill about people commenting whatever—even when shipping rumors were flying before. But now if you even mention him, your comment disappears or you suddenly get restricted 🫠 saw at least 4 fans on Twitter and Insta stories saying they were:

-Soft blocked or removed from followers

-Had their comment about the “deletion/unfollow drama” removed-Got DM blocked after tagging her with “hope you’re okay” type comments

this lowkey feels like confirmation that something DID happen, right?

Top Comments: /user: At this point i wont be surprised if she turns off her comments for a while. Some of yall are really taking it too far with some comments. Privacy is a thing yk?

/user: SHE BLOCKED ME TOO- i put a g dragon gif and she blocked my ass 😭

/user: She was letting people ship her for months. This sudden wipeout screams breakup.

user: Still waiting for Dispatch to drop the “deleted story screenshots” like they always do lol.

/user: I feel bad for her. Must be hard dealing with this stuff publicly. The way fans dissect everything can’t help. Especially the way this would spread through korea gossip media channels

/user: her pr team going WILD with the block button. This is the most aggressive reaction she’s ever had on social. If they weren’t dating… why delete comments at all?

/user: If I ever get blocked by my bias for mentioning her “rumored ex,” I will cry and also make it my whole personality.

/user: She deleted every single reference to jiyong including that old comment under his birthday post. That was the silent nail in the coffin for me tbh.

[DISCUSSION] Idol Y/N A Spotted With Mystery Man Posted by u/kpop_gossip_queen · 27 July 2024 Some photos came out earlier this week of Y/n walking with a man in what looks like Tokyo. Nothing dramatic, just the two of them walking side by side. Not much pda, both masked up and dressed pretty casually. Still, people immediately started speculating — mainly because the guy looks a lot like G-dragon, her ex boyfriend 

If you’re not familiar with their history, they were rumored to be dating around 2015. Never confirmed, but it was kind of an open secret. It was too obvious. They had a lot of lowkey interactions online, subtle matching items, and fans noticed some behind-the-scenes stuff during overlapping schedules, Liking eachothers posts and alot of pics of eachother. Things seemed to be off in 2017, right when G-dragon started his motte tour. That was the point where people started suspecting they were having issues. She usually attends bigbang concerts and gd’s tours whenever she has the time. She’s always seen in the crowd secretly and sometimes backstage pics but during motte tour she was never seen in the crowd ever she barley reposted about it like she usually does with all her industry friends. People thought she was focusing on her solo career or the bigger opinion which was they were having issues. By 2018, it became pretty clear they were done. y/n unliked a bunch of old posts about them, deleted comments that referenced their relationship (or the breakup), and generally stopped engaging with anything related to him. No official statement, but fans took that as confirmation. This all happened a few months (suspected december , november) after he came back from military service. Which marks the start of their hiatus. So naturally, when these new photos dropped, a lot of people jumped to conclusions. But after comparing recent pics and doing some basic digging, it’s clearly not jiyong. Here’s why:

-jiyong was recently seen in seoul and where y/n is it looks alot like tokyo and after some digging it looks like a familiar cafe in tokyo .

-This guy doesn’t have the same tattoos.

-He’s slightly taller and has a different build.

-y/n and Gd haven’t interacted in years, so a random public link-up seems unlikely without any hints at least like they usually did back in the days. - She’s been laying low for a while. From 2020, y/n been really under the radar in her hiatus. She occasionally posts about her cats, art or fashion but she’s avoided any public drama or dating speculation. Her pr team still deletes comments about them till this day. If this was a reconnection with jiyong, it seems weird she’d risk being seen in public so casually after every thing she has done to avoid when it first started No info yet on who the guy actually is — could be a friend, someone she works with, or maybe she’s quietly seeing someone new (most likely). Hard to say. She’s been keeping a pretty low profile lately, especially on social media, so this kind of sighting stood out.Anyway, just putting this here since I’ve seen a lot of people assuming it’s jiyong. I personally think It’s not. But the timing’s interesting considering how quiet she’s been for the past year or so. Even jiyong.

So what do you guys think?

Top Comments: /user: yeah that man aint GD he doesnt have his fashion sense

/user: I thought it might be him at first but the tattoos thing convinced me otherwise. No way he’d get them removed, and that guy’s hands are almost completely clean.

/user: Kinda surprised people even thought it was him. He literally is in korea rn that same morning. Y’all think he’s teleporting?.

/user: To be fair, they were such a strong rumor couple in 2015–2016. I get why people are curious. But yeah, it’s been years, and she wiped all traces of him back in 2018. That wasn’t a soft breakup — that was a clean digital erase. Its been 5 years since then, hard to digest ik but cmon guys

/user: Lowkey hoping it is someone new, she deserves to be happy. And private. After how messy the fandoms were during her rumored relationship with jiyong, I wouldn’t blame her for keeping it quiet now bc of how it turned out a bit messy last time.

/user: No offense but people forget these idols have friends. Not every man near a female idol is a secret boyfriend or ex. Sometimes it’s literally just a person they know.

/user: The fact that people still link her to g dragon every time she breathes near a man is wild. They haven’t even followed each other in YEARS.

/user: I miss her energy from 2015–2016 but she seems like she’s in a more peaceful phase now. Let the girl walk through Tokyo with a guy in peace 😭

/user: People saying “he walks like Gd” like… be serious 😭 The dude has a completely different gait and posture. gd always walked like he was storming a runway. This guy looks like he’s going to buy tofu.

Liked by chaelincl , daraxxi & 1,880,242 others yournamexx ✓ - starting off from the 1st

View comments User -  my childhood is returning and i couldn't be more happier 

_minzy_mz - 🔥❤ 

user -  WAIT SHE’S COMING BACK TO THE GROUP??? Im so glad to witness this 

User - PLEASE COME TO EUROPE I BEG

User -  welcome back queen <3

User - if i was there i would have fainted

User - THE QUEENS HAVE RETURNEDDDDDDD User - the date july 2024 must be marked RN

User - LITERALLY witnessing history rn View 35k more comments

[GOSSIP] Y/n caught dancing to BIGBANG at MAMA 2024— reactions to questions about his new album ubermensch 

Posted by u/kpop_gossip_queen · 1 hour ago If you guys saw the recent MAMA awards, y/n had kind of came back from her long term hiatus and the camera slightly panned towards y/n’s table and she was seen vibing and dancing along to fantastic baby and bang bang with her table members like old times. Fans were used to seeing her get all excited when they performed, so this was nothing new. She was singing and dancing along to their song like before. It didn’t seem like she was doing it out of anything too deep, just that usual vibe where everyone’s hyping each other up and vibing to the performance like its a bigbang concert—something fans have seen her do before. But now... it’s making everyone question things. 👀 1: The awkward interview moments Things took a turn when a few interviewers asked her some awkward questions backstage about g-dragons new album. Yikes.

One interviewer asked, “So, g-dragons new album is dropping soon, any thoughts?” She literally just smiled awkwardly and said, “I’m here to enjoy the show, thank you,” before walking away like she didn’t hear the question. 💀

Another one asked, “Are you supporting his comeback?” She gave a forced smile and responded, “I’m just here for the performances tonight.” It was so clear she wasn’t feeling the topic. What does this mean?Fans are reading a lot into the way she dodged the interview questions, and it’s giving major “let me distance myself from this conversation” energy. While she was vibing to their song like nothing was wrong, her responses say otherwise.

Top Comments:

/user: She was vibing because that's just who she is—she always hypes her friends. But then the awkwardness in the interview is CLEARLY saying, “I’m over it, I’m moving on”

/user: Girl was vibing because of the history with her group and his, but she’s not here for the press bringing him up. She’s distancing herself hard.

/user: I think she’s just tired of all the constant questions about him. She’s been fangirling for ages, but now that things are different, she’s probably just wanting peace.

/user: Yeah, she’s always hyped Bigbang, but you can’t ignore the energy shift when she was interviewed. I feel like the breakup hit harder than we realize.

user: I highkey feel like she’s still trying to keep it friendly, but the press won’t let her breathe. I just wish they’d stop asking her about it. Its been 5 years since then

user: Honestly, I think the whole situation is a lot more complicated than we’re seeing. She was vibing because she’s not petty, but she doesn’t want to talk about him because it’s personal. Her face says it all. But she has no beef with bigbang

Liked by gossip_loverVIP , YG_familyupdates & 880,242 others yournamexx ✓ - amazing reunion week with an old friend 💗 28 february 2024 View comments User -  WHOAAA WHO’S THAT???

User - iv seen this guy in her old music vids before-

user - gd gonna pull up with a new thirst trap now User_lvssteve - /@user be careful hon she might block your ass

User - if this man ends up being that alleged bf back in 2024 gd gonna throw hands while bonamana plays in the bg

User -  so happy she is posting more now and with her old friends 

User - whats this cuties @?  User - IS THIS THE 2024 MYSTERY MAN User - i can smell someone's jealousy rn

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Liked by daraxxi , YG_familyupdates & 1,880,242 others yournamexx ✓ - ☕🌹 View comments User -  she tryna imitate someones style huh 👀

User - its giving a certain diva (trying so hard not to be blocked again)

user - mr dragon gonna pull up with a new matching thirst trap now User_lvssteve - loving the outfit my queen 

User - i need her phone case- please make it official merch girly

User -  QUEEN IS POSTING MORE AGAIN YIPPIEE

User - one chance i beg you diva

User - ngl how could someone ever break up with her User - someone is resisting to tap the like button badly rn View 20k more comments

Liked by chaelincl , YG_familyupdates & 779,251 others yournamexx ✓ - 🫰🌹 View comments User - IS THAT DAISIES?!?!

User - AM I SEEING STUFF OR IS THIS A GD REFERENCE 

user - her tryna make it as discreet as possible aint working anymore User - GD REFERENCE GOING HARDDD

User - she KNOWS what she’s doing

User -  nail care routine drop when

userlvrtop - he is resisting to repost badly i can smell it

User - /@userlvrtop - i bet he’s losing his shit seeing this rn

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Liked by gossiplvr18_8 , _minzy_mz & 1,818,251 others yournamexx ✓ - made this silly touch some grass View comments

User - DAISY REFERENCE IS GOING HARD

User - she’s making it obvious atp  

user -  her cat in this too huh User - you cannot tell me she doesnt have a daisy bong yet

User - cant wait for a certain someone to post a rose pic

User -  they definitely have spam accounts to stalk eachother

Userlvsss - gd is definitely fangirling seeing all this View 17k more comments

Liked by d_lable_official , _minzy_mz & 70,251 others yournamexx ✓ - thank you @zip___ds for having me ! 💗 6  March View comments User - ji definitely asked daesung to set them up

user -  ABOUT TIME SHE WAS ON ZIP User - daesung was RESISTING to ask about the one who shall not be named 

User - so happy she’s still so close with daesung after all these years <3 User -  need a friendship like theirs

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Liked by chaelincl , xxxibgdrgn & 779,251 others yournamexx ✓ - guess who ★

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User - one chance just ONE CHANCE

User - AM I HIGH OR DID G DRAGON LIKE THIS??? Boy you aint slick userlvrtop - need her in a way that would make me shameless

user - IM CRASHING OUT RN GD LIKED GD LIKEDDDDDD User - GD FUCKING LIKED HOLY FUCKING SHIT

User -  jiyong’s ovulating yall

User -  BODY SERVING TEAAAA View 15k more comments

Liked by chaelincl , xxxibgdrgn & 300,251 others blackjacks_ot5 - 2ne1 being unhinged core View comments User -  i love how most of these are js y/n being freaky

User -  gd liked… GD LIKEDDDDD User - gd really be going around liking everything related to y/n atp userlvrtop - did jiyong get flashbacks of her being freaky

user - g-dragons digital footprints goes hard User - i love just like how seunghyun kissed almost everyone from bigbang, y/n has kissed every member of 2ne1

User -  jiyong aint even tryna hide it atp

UsermarriedcL -  oh gd is down bad

Usergyrodropped - /@UsermarriedcL - he too bad for yn- okay il shut up

UsermarriedcL - /@Usergyrodropped i bet he was wished karina was y/n atp

[GOSSIP] Y/n avoiding all questions regarding g-dragons new album Posted by u/kpop_gossip_queen · 30 minutes ago

So after iconic 2nd gen groups are making their comeback g-dragon and y/n’s alleged relationship and break up also made a comeback its only fair as an otp shipper of theirs to dissect the recent drama thats been going on in their instagram

If anyone has seen y/n’s recent live on instagram after a longgg time since her hiatus she was just chilling and answering some questions from the live chat and ofc as expected many questions about gd , their break up etc etc.. here are the two transcript i heard her saying 1st - question: what do you think about gyro drop? - answer: “oh gyro drop? Like the ride? Its one of my favourites. To be honest when i first went on it i was nervous but the more i went on it was fun and it became my favourite ride like ever”

2nd - question: thoughts on ubermensch? - answer: “oh the nieztsche philosophy? yeah ive heard about it. Idk whats its exactly about though”

She’ dodging the questions left and right about him or literally anything related to him but soon after she has been seen on instagram liking one of gd’s post about his cats iye and princess zoa.

Everyones thoughts on this?

Top Comments:

/user: she is dodging anything related to him meanwhile jiyong being so obvious about them 😭 he needs his wife to come back home to the kids (their cats) /user: i just know his cats miss y/n too 😔🙏

/user: i bet he made a spam account and was just giggling and kicking his feet the entire live

/user: when gd posted a thirst trap with the song bonamana after she posted a pic with her guy bestie IS SENDING ME. never knew this man could act like that one desperate ex bf /user: he’s down bad for her again and she’s teasing the fuck out of him by ignoring all the thirst traps i just know it

/user: his hands are ITCHING to like and comment on her posts- i just know he has spam accounts to stalk her instagram and google if she’s currently single and shi 😭🙏

/user: IS THIS A SIGN THEY WOULD GET BACK TOGETHER???? MY PARENTS LETS GOOOOO

/user: he definitely asked taeyang’s help on how to get your ex gf back through songs

/user: gd gonna pull up with a new mv where y/n’s billboard picture in the bg while he sings his heart out on ibelongiiu

/user: i wonder if she got flashbacks on hearing gyro drop and ibelongiiu

/user: take me & ibelongiiu are definitely his ver of eyes nose lips

/user: after hearing gyro drop chorus we definitely know who's always on top and the more freaky one

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[bybobbysbeard]

Arrivals

Day 8 for @bucktommyfluffebruary: surprise read on ao3 read other days here

Buck smells like an airport. He couldn’t accurately describe what that smell entails, but he knows he stinks of it. He’s exhausted, his feet hurt, and his bad leg is swollen from the pressure changes. He wants to take his sneakers off, drink a massive glass of icy-cold water, and fall into bed; in that order. 

But no matter how crappy he feels, he won’t let a single word of complaint pass his lips. Any discomfort he’s experiencing has to be dwarfed by what Maddie’s going through. She just did the same amount of traveling as him, and she's six months pregnant. Thank God they were only in Pennsylvania for the weekend. His Mom’s retirement party went well, Buck didn’t make a fool of himself, and Maddie was glowing. But being with his parents was as exhausting as ever. 

And that’s not including the fact that they still have no idea how to deal with Buck dating a man. 

They have never cared about anyone he’s dated before, as long as he wasn’t embarrassing them or getting a girl pregnant. And then they saw him with Tommy at Maddie’s wedding. They didn’t say anything, but Buck could feel his Mom’s eyes on him the whole time. Even as he escorted a half-asleep Tommy to his Jeep, they only waved half-heartedly. He assumed they had decided it was a phase, and didn’t need to introduce themselves. 

When he told them on Friday that Tommy was on special deployment, or he would have brought him along, his mom stuttered over three different sentence starts. She finally ended up with, “I didn’t realize you were still with him.”

Before Buck could think better of it, he said, “Technically, I’m with him again.” That had kicked off a barebones explanation of their break-up and reconciliation, which his parents had not reacted well to. 

The rest of the weekend continued in the same tone.  

The pointed, leading questions, which he pretended to misunderstand. The insinuations that he didn’t know his own mind, which he ignored. The blatant aspersions against Tommy, blaming him for confusing Evan and leading him on. Those he addressed immediately, and at one point, it would have devolved into a shouting match, if not for Maddie. 

Suffice to say, he’s happy to be back in Los Angeles, even if he still has an hour long Uber ride ahead of him. Normally, he knows his family would be tripping over themselves to pick them up from the airport, but Chimney is home with a still-sick-but-recovering Jee, and the rest of the 118 is on shift. Most disappointingly, Tommy’s still fighting the wildfires up north, piloting water bombers for another week and a half.

Buck will be going home to an empty loft. 

The baggage carousel comes into view, so Buck parks Maddie by a nearby column and goes to wait for their bags. She’s digging her cell out as he turns away. He checks his own phone, finds ‘welcome home’ messages from the group chat, but nothing from Tommy. He’s probably in the air. Or sleeping. Eventually, a familiar navy bag and maroon suitcase come into view. His duffle gets slung over a shoulder and he leads Maddie’s wheeling suitcase over. They head towards Arrivals without any words exchanged. Maddie’s walking slowly, obviously tired, breath puffing out of her mouth as she rests one hand low on her belly. Buck wraps an arm around her shoulders and she leans into him. 

“I wish Chimney and Jee could have come with us. He’s so good with Mom and Dad, and Jee is so distracting.” She sighs. “I’m sorry again. About what they were saying. I wish they would just be happy for you.”

“It’s alright Mads, I wasn’t about to let you fly to Hershey all alone. I can deal with them for a weekend.”

She lapses into silence again. They turn another corner and step onto an escalator, finally descending to ground level. The Arrivals area is a wider section of the terminal, an open space, right by the main exit. Floor to ceiling windows let in the setting sun. There’s people all around, reunions between travelers and their families happening in a hundred different languages, a hundred different cultures. Buck steers them through the crowd, hearing the laughter and tears in the voices surrounding them. There’s a line of people by the doors, holding signs. Sunbeams edge everyone in gold.

One of the signs says “Buckley.”

Wait, what? His eyes jerk from the sign to the man holding it. 

Holy shit. It���s Tommy. How?!

Buck stops dead. Their eyes meet. He knows his mouth is hanging open. Tommy’s smiling widely, almost laughing at the dumbfounded expression that Buck knows he’s sporting. His face crinkles adorably with the force of his joy. His eyes are sparkling. 

The arm Buck has around Maddie’s shoulder jerks her to a stop too. People continue to stream around them. She darts a look at his face, bursting into laughter and following his gaze to Tommy. She waves, still giggling. Tommy’s already striding over, eating up the distance between them until he's close enough to touch.

Two big hands settle on his cheeks, pinkies applying the smallest pressure to his jaw. His teeth clack together when he finally remembers to shut his mouth. A chaste, gentle kiss is pressed to his lips.

“Hi baby. Welcome home.”

Stupidly, all Buck can think to say is, “you’re supposed to be in Oregon.”

Tommy chuckles. “I was, but the Canadians showed up early, so they sent us home.” His hands drop down to wrap around Buck’s. Their fingers intertwine without Buck’s input. “Surprised?”

Buck nods. He recognizes he’s staring, like Tommy is a hallucination that might disappear at any second, but it's been nearly three weeks since he’s seen his boyfriend. He’s just had a shitty weekend in his hometown, playing the part of a dutiful son to strangers, while worrying about his sister and his unborn nibling, and dealing with the casual disregard he’s come to expect from his parents. Only this time, there was a nice heaping tablespoon of biphobia sprinkled on top. He needs a minute.

Maddie lays a hand on both of their elbows. “Good timing Tommy, I was worried we were going to beat you to the exit.”

Buck whips his head around to stare at her. “You knew!”

She giggles again. He spins back to Tommy. He’s flushed from laughter, radiant in the early evening light. Buck’s gaze darts over his face. His blue eyes, his crow’s feet, his perfect teeth. The cleft. He’s beautiful, and he’s here for Buck. 

It feels like his brain finally comes back online. Tommy’s here. For Buck.

Buck lunges forward, driving a little oomph out of Tommy and wrapping his arms around him tightly. He squeezes and lifts, hoisting Tommy a few inches into the air, making him flail and squeak out an undignified noise. Maddie snorts, bending at the waist, helpless with mirth. Tommy’s hands land on his shoulders, fingertips digging into the muscle, little spots of warm pressure. 

“Evan! Put me down, oh my God. I missed you too!”

[toriaaniin]

Something's Changed: Setting the Stage

If you've been in the Lukola fandom for a while, you don't just feel the shift — you've tracked it. We've tracked it.

We’ve followed the breadcrumbs. We’ve logged the morsels. We’ve seen how the tone changes when the lighting changes, when songs are posted to an IG story, when a ring is worn on a different hand. When an adjacent posts about a woman making pasta. Confusion isn’t new. Neither is frustration. We’re used to both.

But something about the last few months has felt different, hasn't it? it's felt heavier, more intentional, less playful. What started as subtle shifts has become something more… forceful. Almost like we’re being bludgeoned from both sides.

Maybe the real shift began back on January 30th, when Luke showed up at the BOSS event with Antonia — her first physical, public proximity since July 2024. The fandom had assumed she was gone, until that night. And then came the SAG Awards in February, when Luke and Nicola shared the kind of energy that reminded us why we were here in the first place.

For a moment, it felt like maybe we were back on track.

But after that? The narrative began to twist. Nicola with Jake. Weird papped photos. Antonia rising in the media. BAFTA chaos. A growing silence between the people we’ve believed in.

This isn’t a shift you can’t put your finger on. It’s one you’ve been hit by — over and over again.

So this post marks the beginning of a short series — a space to slow down, observe, and maybe open the lens just a little wider.

I’m not here to defend or accuse. I’m not here to pretend I know the whole truth. I’m here to interpret, to ask questions that might help bring clarity — or at least context. Because right now? Most of us are reacting without enough of either.

What’s to Come

In the next few posts, I’ll be exploring three specific areas that feel central to this moment:

Luke’s Rebrand What if the shift we’re seeing — in tone, mood, content — is intentional? What if Luke is evolving his public image to break out of the "soft lover boy" mold and reposition himself as a leading man? This isn’t about abandoning fans. It might be about expanding his future.

The “Shitty Boyfriend” Hypothesis If Luke and Antonia are truly together, the optics are damning. But what if this is all theatre? What if the relationship is performative, and the actions we’re judging aren’t his — they’re just part of the script?

Shared Camouflage What if Luke and Nicola are not at odds, but in alignment — working in quiet coordination to create the illusion of separation, keeping the focus on their respective “+1s” instead of themselves?

Part I: The Rebrand Begins

Let’s begin with what we can see.

In the past year, Luke’s Instagram has undergone a steady transformation. Personal posts have been archived. Aesthetic choices have shifted — think moody black-and-whites, designer fashion spreads, dramatic lighting. Even how his tags are being done suggest the hand of a social media/PR team. Moments once rooted in warmth or personality — Luke's personality — are now stylized, distanced and deliberate.

On May 9, 2025 — the morning after the Vogue x Netflix BAFTA Pre-Party — Luke posted a carousel of images. It included a black-and-white cheek kiss with Antonia buried mid-post, and a striking first image of Luke in the backseat of a car, drink in hand, gaze direct but distant — his expression detached and deliberate, not inviting intimacy.

That same day, older personal IG posts were quietly archived.

A coincidence? Unlikely.

That morning wasn’t just a cheek-kiss drop. It was a rebranding milestone — an intentional aesthetic move.

What if that photo wasn’t meant to show affection… but to establish distance?

In my next Tumblr post, I’ll take a deeper look at what rebranding actually means for a public figure like Luke — and why it often involves walking away from old narratives, even when those narratives are beloved.

Because maybe this shift isn’t about who he’s leaving behind. Maybe it’s about who he’s becoming.

Aaniin Xxx

P.S. Find a listing of this blog post series along with short summaries of each - including those not yet published - here:

[merlucide]

POOKIE I CUT MY HAIR AND THIS SOUNS STUPID BUT CAN I PLEASE HAVE A RIN, CHIGIRI, OTOYA , REO, HIORI AND KURONA REACTING TO READER CUTTING HER HAIR AROUND SHOULDER LENGH AND DOING CUTE LIL HAIR SLYES WITH PINK BOWS AND STUFF AHHHH WHEN SHE USED TO HAVE LONG HAIR?!!?

(If it’s too much characters just do a few 😭💀)

BLLK BOYS REACTION TO YOU CUTTING YOUR HAIR

Notes: OFC POOKIE🤩🤩 and hair slays so hard omg 🤭 slay the house downs boots Houston I’m deceased😍😍

characters: Rin, Chigiri, Otoya, Reo, Hiori, Kurona

warnings: cursing

Edit: oh my god I freaking misread this. ARE U KIDDING ME?!?! IM SO SORRY OMG. UH??? IM SO PISSED RN

ITOSHI RIN

He was stopping by your house to give back your hair tie (yes that is his excuse to see you)

He did not expect you have cut your hair and NOT tell him

Bc girl who do you think you are for not telling him?? 🙄 

He likes to feel involved😔

“You cut your hair.” No shit Sherlock 😐

lmao he kinda glares at you for not telling him. 

When yall cuddle (only way he’ll be in a better mood) he twirls you hair around and mumbles ‘it’s looks pretty on you’ 

And you’ll be like “what did you say?” 😯

“I didn’t say anything moron.” 😡

damn bro chill🙄🙄

Anywho he totally tries to do your hair, he’s not bad but like he’s not good

He can do basic braids, he tried French braiding and he got so pissed he couldn’t do it.

He went home and YouTubed how to French braid so next time he can’t do it 😘

CHIGIRI HYOMA

He thinks you look so pretty!! He really loves this look on you

He of course loved your hair before, but this one in his opinion, suits you better

He totally does your hair bc come on.

You want French braids? On it. Dutch? Ofc. Fishtail? Rope? Infinity? Carousel? Mermaid? Check, check and check mf 🤩

Beware, he yanks you head back if it’s tilted. He’s like a mom getting you ready for picture day 😭

He makes you do his hair after lol

OTOYA EITA

He looks at you hair and then back at you

“Your hair looks fire bro”

Bitch I’ll strangle you

Please, please don’t let him touch your hair.

He make make it look horrendous.

It will be full of knots when he’s finished. 

Seriously, don’t let him near your hair.

He’ll try to do piggy tails and they will be so uneven and wonky looking 😭

He blames his mistakes on you cus it’s “not the right kind of hair” 

🙄🙄

MIKAGE REO

He gets so excited to see your new look

Makes you do a spin and all :3

He’s literally fangirling you lmao

“Y/N-san you look amazing! This haircut suits you wonderfully!!”

He insists on buying you new hair accessories.

I’m sorry I know I use the ‘he’d buy u stuff’ sm 💀 

He’s actually pretty decent at doing your hair.

Puts a big ass bow in you hair lmao

HIORI YO

He loves you new look!

He tells you that it was time for something new and he loves it (not in a negative way)

he ruffles you hair lmao

like it was so pretty 🥲 why

he fixes it dw

Puts you hair in piggy tails and then y’all take those cute aesthetic couple pictures

KURONA RANZE

AH HE THINKS YOU LOOK JUST SO PRETTY!!! 

he’s so blushy and gushy cus he thinks it looks really good on you.

He flicks the bottoms out and spins you around so he can see everything.

Obviously he braids your hair🤭

he does like small braids into a jumbo braid

It looks weird but he just likes braiding lmao

you braid his hair after :3 

seriously idk why this took so long for the low quality that this is 💀💀

Made April 7th 2024

[servndipityz]

what if.. what if first kissing Nam-gyu in one of the lasts rounds during Mingle (already having a crush on him for a lil while) because of the sheer adrenaline and then the reader js dies next round (or nearly, up to u) after promising to each other they’d finish this back in the lobby room?.. (IN MY HEAD THIS MAKES SENSE IDK)

a/n ── loveddd this request! hopefully i didn't write him too ooc.... anyway, i tried to make it kinda angsty but ofc i gave it a happy ending bc apparently i'm a 7 year old who can't handle sad endings. hope you like it!

DO OR DIE

warnings ── blood, general squid game themes

word count ── 1.8k

when you’d all been dragged to the colorful room, nam-gyu hadn’t thought it could ever look like this.

bloody, dark, and terrifying.

the children's song playing on repeat was starting to drill into his skull as the carousel spun round and round, the bodies on the floor piling up. you had been playing for three rounds—maybe four. he wasn’t sure anymore.

the effects of the pill thanos had given him were starting to wear off, and a slow dread curled in his stomach at the thought of playing yet another round.

next to him stood you, though he refused to look. every time he had during these games, the drugs only made him nauseous. the way you looked so scared, so afraid of what could happen, made him almost—almost—regret voting O.

so, he’d decided he wouldn’t look at you at all. whatever strange feeling you gave him from the very beginning couldn't be good. the way you watched him when he made a rude comment, like you were trying to understand instead of just hating him for it. the way his stomach tightened when you were around—which was often, since you’d joined his team. or the way it burned when thanos threw an arm over your shoulder in that ridiculous, flirty way.

it had to be the drugs. bad quality, probably. what kind of shitty drug would make him want to be near you all the time, though? that, he didn’t know. and he considered himself a drug connoisseur.

anyway, now wasn’t the time for stupid thoughts. the music had stopped. the carousel had come to a halt. the lights had gone out.

"two." the voice echoed through the loudspeakers.

immediately, everyone started screaming, and nam-gyu felt his hazed mind reel. in a frenzy, he turned to his side, searching for someone to pair up with—only to see you gripping thanos’ arm, saying something to him.

of course. you were going to pair with him, and nam-gyu was going to fucking die.

he jumped off the carousel, desperately scanning the chaos for someone, anyone, to pair with. but there was no one.

everyone was running, screaming, and he knew that if he didn’t find a partner fast, his chances of finding an empty room were less than slim.

he was going to fucking die. all because of a fuckass rapper and a bi—

"where are you going?" you shouted, cutting off his thoughts as you ran after him.

he spun around, wild-eyed, just as you reached him—your expression just as frantic. before he could react, you grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and yanked him forward, sprinting toward an empty room.

"what the fuck!" he shouted, nearly stumbling as you pulled him with more strength than he thought you had. but he had no choice—he had to run. the two of you barreled forward, straight for the door.

inches away.

then—shit.

two other players grabbed the handle.

without thinking, you shoved one of them, struggling to push him away from the door. nam-gyu kicked at the other’s hand with all his strength, feeling bones crack under his foot. he didn’t care.

the man’s pained scream was all the opening you needed. in a heartbeat, you both shoved the players aside, slipped into the room, and slammed the door shut.

with trembling hands, you locked it as fast as you could.

you pressed your back against the wall, your breathing erratic as the people outside still screamed for a room. nam-gyu ran his hands through his hair, trying to soothe himself more than anything.

both of your ragged breaths filled the room until you finally opened your eyes to look at him, having regained at least a bit of oxygen.

"what the fuck!" you finally screamed, stepping forward.

nam-gyu could swear he saw fire behind your eyes, and it almost scared him more than dying in this stupid game. he turned to face you, brows furrowed.

"were you trying to get us killed?" you shouted again. "why the fuck would you run off like that?"

"you fucking paired with thanos!" he screamed back, his fear masked as anger. he stepped forward too. how could you blame this on him?

"you're so stupid!" your voice cracked with frustration. "i was telling him to pair with min-su so i could pair with you and save our asses!"

he inhaled sharply, ready to throw another insult your way, but as you finished yelling, he froze.

you were making a fucking strategy.

of course you were. god, you were such a smartass. so annoying. so infuriating.

so damn perfect.

"are you not gonna say anything?" you yelled again, thrown off by the way he’d suddenly gone silent. his jaw tensed, his chest heaving, clearly thinking something—but he just stared at you, eyes tracing your features like he was trying to burn them into his memory.

you were livid now. "you fucking junkie," you snapped, closing the short distance between you. your finger jabbed into his chest, accusatory, unrelenting.

you'd been nothing but nice to him this whole time, and he'd been nothing but cruel to you. every damn day. you had every right to be fucking mad. of course you were. for whatever reason, you cared about him—you wanted to defend him, wanted him to survive this stupid game. and still, he’d almost gotten you both killed.

but as you shoved your finger against his chest, his breathing turned ragged, even more uneven than before. why was he looking at you like that?

to him, your touch only made everything worse. were you insulting him? maybe. he wasn’t so sure anymore—he’d tuned out everything but you, his brain fuzzy, his body tense.

he'd been so mean to you all this time. trying to push away those strage feelings he had every time he looked at you.

but at this point, did it really matter? maybe you’d both be dead in a couple of days. and then what? he’d regret not doing this for the rest of his life. or the rest of his death. or…

"shit," he muttered under his breath.

his hands shot up to cup your face, and before he could think twice, he crushed his lips against yours.

you let out a surprised yelp, heat rushing through your body the second his lips met yours. but you didn’t pull away. as soon as your brain caught up, you kissed him back, messy and desperate as you stumbled backward, your back hitting the wall with a soft thud.

your fingers tangled in his hair, your other hand running up and down the back of his neck. he groaned against your mouth, breaking the kiss just for a second before diving back in, his lips moving over yours like he’d been starving for this.

he pressed open-mouthed kisses wherever he could reach, and for a brief moment, he wondered if he’d already died. if this was heaven. his hand left your cheek, trailing down your side, his touch light but desperate, like he wanted you even closer than you already were.

then you let out a soft whimper, and the sound sent a shiver up his spine—right as he heard the quiet click of the door unlocking behind him.

you pulled back first, breathless, letting out a quiet, awkward laugh. his hands lingered on your waist, his eyes locked onto your lips like he was using every ounce of restraint not to kiss you again. because, fuck, he was.

"we need to get back out," you murmured, nodding toward the door. the next round would start soon.

he blinked, still dazed, nodding slightly like he was struggling to process your words.

"okay," he finally said, his gaze still fixed on you. "we'll finish this when the fucking game is over."

you nodded back, giving his hand a quick squeeze where it still rested on your waist. then, finally, you both stepped out of the room and made your way back to the carousel, forced to dodge the pools of blood staining the floor.

"what happened to you, ma' boy?" thanos called out to nam-gyu the second he spotted you two settling in, looking at his disheveld hair.

nam-gyu shot him a look, hastily running a hand through his hair in an attempt to smooth it out. he opened his mouth to answer—

but before he could, the carousel lurched into motion, the music flooding the room once again.

as the music stopped once again, your throat ran dry. it was the last round—finally—and the loudspeakers announced the number of players.

"seven."

nam-gyu froze, glancing at his group. thanos, min-su, you... no way were you seven. their breaths came ragged as they looked around, searching—until they spotted another group, just big enough to combine with theirs.

"run, c'mon!" thanos shouted, already sprinting toward them. the others followed, adrenaline surging through their veins. relief was just within reach—nam-gyu could almost taste it. it was almost over.

nam-gyu barely registered the rush of air, the burn in his legs. the door was right there. safety was right there.

then, something twisted in his gut. something wrong.

he turned. you weren’t with them.

"wait!" he choked out, but hands grabbed at his jacket, dragging him forward. then he saw you—on the ground, struggling to get up. blood, maybe, or something else had made you slip. but the distance between you two kept growing as nam-gyu was pulled toward the nearest room.

"we're already seven!" someone yelled, tightening their grip when they noticed him resisting. "we don't need anyone else!"

nam-gyu didn’t listen. he didn’t care. not about their number, not about the game. but before he could break free, they forced him inside. the door slammed shut behind him, locking. his fingers clenched around the handle, desperate, useless.

"what is wrong with you, man?" thanos shouted, shoving him away as he tried to look outside through the little window.

"we fucking left her there!" nam-gyu shouted back, his voice cracking, pushing him just as hard. but when he turned back to look outside, you were gone.

maybe you were okay. or maybe… maybe they'd already killed you.

the seconds until the door opened again dragged on like an eternity. nam-gyu was practically buzzing when he heard the lock click, stumbling out of the room and frantically looking around.

you weren't there. you weren't anywhere. his heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears, a loud white noise rippling through his head, making it impossible to think.

and then—there you were.

stepping out of a room on the opposite side. the ringing stopped. god, his heart almost stopped.

your red eyes flicked around, searching, until they landed on him.

it took him a second to move, like his brain was trying to send the signal but his legs weren’t listening. you both crossed the room fast, until you stood face to face. and then—just stopped.

his hands were shaking when he reached for you, his gaze catching on a tear still clinging to your cheek. for a moment, it looked like he might stay like that forever—silent, still, unsure if you were even real.

and then, he cupped your face. but this time, it was different. this time, it was gentle.

it felt strange coming from nam-gyu. but somehow, it felt right.

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[selfaware-promise-au]

Hey, are you accepting stupid sagau requests?

If so, I have a good one: how would Genshin characters react to a reader randomly making silly comments?

I'm saying this because I went with neuvillette to the new area in nalan And he said "look neuvillette! Dragons! We're close to your relatives! ❤️" And this bitch died in the lava not even 5 seconds later 🤣🤣🤣

Amused, but slightly annoyed.

Yes, it is fun to hear your random comments.

“Eruption! Run for your live! One more for people, who cannot do that “Run for whatever you like’!”

"For the love of... Why are you attacking?! It's not your nation, and we are just passing by. Did you buy that land? Arlecchino, Childe, calm your colleagues down."

"Well, of course it would happen! It's not like I have seen that moment before and it's not my fifth attempt to do that domain! Who even made this floor?" (During that one moment in Itto's story quest, with a hard to spot gap between platforms.)

“Who let Azar think he is that important? Can someone please eat his mustache, he needs to shut up.” (Always, when Azar appears.)

“Remains of Khaenri'ah’s books, letters, technology and culture is a sad sight, but for an information seeker like me it's a carnival with carousels and cotton candy.” (When you were exploring The Chasm during AQ. You did not notice how Dainsleif’s eye twitch.)

“Look, guys, your distant cousins!” (Constantly, every time you see any vishap and have Zhongli and Neuvillette in your team.)

“Careful, don’t you take a dive in lava! No one allowed being reckless! Well, you can, but after you have to move in into my world. You will help me drag a cart of milk to the market.” (What kind of threat it is?)

On the other hand, you knew, that they can hear you, why you are making that strange comments?!

Well, at least you became popular with Cyno and Venti.

[vegan-peppermint]

SFW and NSFW what dating Jeff would be like <3

Dating Jeff the Killer would include

Both SFW and NSFW

You can find the rest of the creeps here

Nsfw CW: P in V, unprotected- slight breeding kink?

SFW

Jeff's been stalking you for quite some time before introducing himself

Watching over you as you walk to school

Peaking from the window as you were fighting with your parents

Every now and then, he would find himself coming back to your neighborhood, your street, your house, you.

How many times were you looking aimlessly out the window, having no idea your eyes met his

Until he finally decided to introduce himself to you, on a random Tuesday months ago

Your usual night routine was interrupted by a soft repeating tapping sound coming from the window

Your dates only happen at night

He either helps you out the bedroom window, inviting you to roam the streets in the dark

The two of you are hanging out in empty playgrounds, every so often some other creeps joining you

But most of the time, it was just you two fooling around

Jeff running wide circles around the Merry-go-round, pushing it faster and faster as you grip the bars tightly

You partially screaming at him through uncontrollable laughter as the carousel spins so quick the world dissolves into a whirl of colors and shapes

Jeff spray painting you on random building

Its just a stick man with boobs

Being chased by the police, he runs faster than you

"I don't have to outrun them, I just have to outrun you!" He'd laugh.

You tripped him

Eating junk food in random parking lots

Talking about anything and everything for hours

You never met someone who understands you the way he does

He understands how everything that's happened affects you

He knows how you reacted before you even finish the story

You realise he has been through similar things before

Never getting to have a serious, emotional moment because he starts acting like a clown

When the nights grew colder you would invite him in your room

Cuddling in your bed as you watched movies

Falling asleep in his arms only to be awaken in the middle of the night by his snores

Trying to squeeze out of his arms to get out of bed

Only for his arms to wrap around you to drag you back in

His hands pulling you closer with your back against his chest

He squeezes you tighter murmuring sweet things in your ear

On mornings like this, you take full advantage

NSFW

Swaying your hips as you protest against his grip

Your ass brushing against his morning boner

Him groaning in your ear

"Come on, Jeff~ let me get up" you'd moan pushing your ass against his erection

Jeff getting excited, removing the layers between your soft skin and his eager hands

You act all innocent and clueless as he rubs his bare cock against your ass

One hand getting under your shirt squeezing your breast and tugging at your hardened nipples

You squirm against his cold touch

"Mhm- Stop moving so much!"

You barely register the words as you feel the fat, angry tip pushing past your wet fold

He's too big.

"It h-hurts!" you cry

"Why you moaning so fucking much then?"

He feels better than anything you've ever felt before, your walls stretching to accommodate his size

With a hard thrust he pushed himself inside you completely

He loves it when you scream, the sudden shock of him overwhelming you

"F-fuck, you're so wet, baby,"

He exhales heavily, cock twitching inside you

"No matter how many times I break this pussy, it's so tight every time,"

The moment of stillness passes and he starts pounding into you- slick, wet sounds fill the room

He pants against your ear, his hand creeping between your legs

He slaps your clit sending shivers through your whole body

"Such a pretty fucking cunt,"

His hips press in faster and his cock reaches deeper

You couldn't do anything but grab at the sheets beneath you

You're stuffed to capacity, a sobbing and blabbering mess

"Taking me so well, baby," he grunts. "You were made for me. For my cock."

You reach back to grab a fistful of his hair pulling him into a messy kiss, moaning into his open mouth

He loves feeling the way your gummy walls stretch every time his thick cock enters you

His grip on you tightens, his strong arms caging you

His thrusts get sloppy and needy, his teeth biting your lips

Your eyes roll in the back of your head, toes to curled as your slit tried to squeeze every last drop of cum

He pumps you full, his thrusts not stopping yet

"It's t-too much, ba~Fuck!" You cry as your own orgasm washes over you, but Jeff's not stopping fucking his cum into you

"Deeper," he murmurs like a prayer. "Just take me deeper..."

[biancasaidstfu]

FAVORITE ANON IS BACK

I didn't expect to be back so soon and to have to jump to the other side of the supporting character spectrum butttt here we are...

As we all know by now, A has made her return to the Insta grid and it was a doozy. 48 days after Luke posted his Spain photo dump, A pops out with the "Last bit of summer" which of course includes a picture of her "sunbathing and reading" on what appears to be the same balcony as Luke's from Spain. The 6 photo carousel also includes 2 photos from Cyprus. To many on the internet, this was another "launch" just like the recent London pap pictures.

This is the point where I would like to remind everyone to TAKE A MOMENT AND BREATHE BEFORE YOU REACT.

Now that you've done that, please remember the individual we are talking about. It is important to study patterns and this girl be patterning. Whenever the spotlight turns up on Nic and Luke, she always seems to jump in and tear things down and she is living up to her reputation. Let's add to the fact that Nic is getting torn down from this recent pap and press article incident so why not throw some gasoline on the flames. This is her time to SHINE.

Now I have a couple thoughts on the Spain of it all:

I think it's highly possible this trip happened in mid-late July (when the resort posted the Bridgerton themed post) and right before the birthday trip to Sorrento. It is highly likely that it was also a group trip and I'm not even saying these two were romantic on this trip (similar to my thoughts on Italy). She honestly could've just gotten into his room to take a couple pictures.

Her and her friends on a separate trip and maneuvered their way into the same (or similar) room and recreated the scene. It sounds wild and crazy and wayyyy out of the realm of reality but to be honest, I wouldn't put it past this individual.

My big question is where were any pictures that alluded to Luke being on the trip? The only picture is the balcony picture with her lying on the lounger and it doesn't even include a lot of possible items that would match the photo to being an identical match (the table settings or his underwear on the chair). If you went on a trip with your boyfriend - WHERE IS THE BOYFRIEND? Many are saying she got permission from Luke to post now but if he gave her permission and they are still together then why isn't he in the pictures?

Also, I find it convenient that she has C & S coming out of the woodwork to like and hype her up in the comments almost immediately (her and S have been almost radio silent to each other since Italy). As someone pointed out to me, the comments look like something planned in a group chat.

And to anyone who wants to say it - no I do not believe Luke is mad about Nic and Jake and is lashing out by telling A to post. If you even believe that about him, why are you in this fandom?

What do I believe? I believe we are seeing one of the final acts of a very desperate woman. She has been holding on to these pictures as her "smoking gun" to use one day when the timing is right. Nicola mentioned "Luke" and "marriage" in a Time article and she posted a picture with Luke publicly on her instagram. Once the pap photo controversy went down, A grabbed her chance and ran with it. (The irony of it all is that I think Nic's team may have let the article situation yesterday play out the way it did because they were expecting a grenade from A and she took the bait.)

In the end I will tell you the same thing about Luke that I told you about Nicola - ONLY LISTEN TO THE STORY LUKE IS TELLING YOU. The story Luke told you in his Spain post was that he was a man who was there alone and not on a romantic getaway. Don't listen to the story that psychotic side characters are trying to paint. The reason she's still around and creating this drama is because you all encouraged her all summer. Listen to Nic and listen to Luke and the rest is just noise you need to tune out.

My favorite anon is back so soon.

But I think we needed you, so much appreciated ☺️

[woogilicious]

didn't think i'd fall here ꒰ mingi ꒱

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ rating: 18+ (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT) ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ pairing: song mingi x female!reader ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ word count: 6.5k ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ genre: strangers to lovers, comfort, virgin!reader, virgin!mingi, friends-to-lovers energy, soft angst, smut, fluff ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ warnings: emotional manipulation, toxic friendship, crying, anxiety, self-esteem issues, first time sex, consensual sex, safe sex, soft dom!mingi vibes, realistic first time awkwardness, condom run to the convenience store lol, mentions of blood during sex (light), aftercare, mingi being obsessed with you, reader threatening to chop mingi's dick off lovingly ♡ ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ author's note: it's been a while y'all. hope you enjoy this smut, and also I've been trying some new layout lol cuz i'm not satisfied with my previous layout.

You didn't even want to come here today.

Lotte World was supposed to be fun—cotton candy, carousel selfies, maybe something gentle like bumper cars. But with Yujin and Hana, it was never about fun. It was about appearances. About pushing you into situations just to get a reaction, to laugh behind their hands at how you squirmed.

"Ugh, you're seriously scared of this?" Yujin groan, snapping a photo of the massive Atlantis roller coaster ahead, the steel tracks twisting like some cruel maze in the sky. "It's not even the scariest ride here."

"Right?" Hana chimes in. "God, you're so boring sometimes, Y/N. No wonder no guy ever looks at you."

You laugh. It's hollow.

It doesn't stop the sting.

The queue is already packed when they drag you towards the entrance. You hesitate, but Yujin latches onto your wrist like you're a toddler about to run into traffic.

"Don't be a baby. It's just a ride."

"But I really don't—"

"Do not make a scene," she hisses, smiling too widely as a group of boys glance over. "You're already embarrassing enough. Come on."

The line inches forward. Every step closer makes your chest tighter, like the straps of an invisible harness locking you in. Your stomach churns, hands tremble. But you don't say a word.

Yujin and Hana are too busy taking selfies to notice. Or care.

You stand behind them, quiet, small, barely existing.

"Swear to god," Yujin mutters at one point, "you're going to die single if you keep acting like this. You gotta be brave. Guys hate weak girls."

Hana laughs way too loud. "She needs a guy to knock some sense into her. Or just knock her up. Either one might fix it."

Your ears burn.

You try to laugh again, just to keep up the illusion. It sounds like you're choking.

And still, the line moves.

You're maybe five people from the platform when the operator suddenly shouts, "Two seat available now! Anyone here riding as a pair?"

Yujin doesn't even ask. Doesn't even glance back.

She and Hana leap forward.

"We're two!"

They disappear up the stairs in a blink. The group in front of you steps forward. And just like that, you're alone.

You don't cry, not yet.

But your body's reacting—shaking hands, clenched jaw, vision blurring at the edges. You're aware that walking backward through the crowded line would be more embarrassing than just riding the damn thing. At least, that's what your brain tells you.

The panic bubbles anyway.

You suck in a sharp breath, eyes glued to the track. It creaks and rumbles as the next cart wooshes by in a blur. Someone screams in delight. You're going to throw up. Right here, in front of everyone.

And then—

"Hey."

You jump.

The voice is gentle, low, curious. You turn around.

Three boys stand behind you, next in line. The tallest one—broad shoulders, brown hair—tilts his head at you.

You blink. "...huh?"

He offers a small smile. "You look like you're about to faint."

You open your mouth, then shut it.

The second boy, shorter but muscular with sharp features and a piercing stare, cuts in. "She was with those girls, right? They just ditched her."

The third guy, softer looking with black hair and pretty eyes, nods. "That's messed up."

You look between them, startled that they even noticed.

"I'm—fine," you lie. "I'll just... I was gonna leave."

"Back through that crowd?" The tall one says, gesturing behind.

"...yeah."

He glances at the operator, then back at you. "Well, you don't have to ride alone. I'll go with you."

You blink. "What?"

He smiles again, this time more reassuring. "I mean—if you want. We can ride together. No pressure."

"...why?"

He shrugs. "You look like you need a buddy."

The one with the sharp stare grins now. "This guy's Mingi. He's annoyingly a gentleman sometimes."

"I'm Jongho," he adds, giving you a little nod. "And that's Yeosang."

Yeosang gives you a tiny wave.

"Thanks," you mumble, feeling overwhelmed but... oddly warm. "I'm Y/N."

Jongho snorts. "Yeah, we heard your friends being total assholes. Y/N, you seriously deserve better than that."

You swallow. The words hit harder than they should.

Mingi gently touches your elbow. "You okay riding the roller coaster with me?"

You look at him—his soft gaze, his open posture, the zero judgement in his tone. And for once, someone isn't making you feel like a burden.

"...yeah," you breathe. "Okay."

The staff waves you forward.

Mingi lets you take the seat first, then slips in beside you, pulling the safety bar down. He's close—his knee brushes yours, and his scent is something clean and warm, like citrus and sun.

He glances at you.

"You're brave for doing this."

You almost laugh.

The ride jerks forward with a lurch.

Your fingers grip the bar.

Mingi's hand moves, gently resting on top of yours.

It's warm. Your fingers twitch beneath his at first, unsure, but then the roller coaster jolts forward with a hiss of steam, and you instinctively grip him back like your life depends on it.

He chuckles low under his breath. "That tight already? We haven't gone up yet."

You shoot him a panicked glance, knuckles going pale. "I'm not gonna survive this."

"You will," he says, voice soft. "You've got me now."

The ride starts its slow, agonising climb. Your heart funds like it's trying to launch itself out of your chest.

Mingi doesn't let go. Not even once. His thumb strokes over your knuckles in lazy circles, like he's trying to distract you from the threatening death drop ahead.

"Deep breath," he murmurs. "You've got this, Y/N."

The cart tips.

You scream.

It's not even cute. It's pure terror.

And Mingi just laughs—not at you though, but in joy, throwing his hands up as you fly down the track, wind whipping through your hair, your body tossed left and right.

You never let go of his hand.

By the time it slows and returns to the platform, your voice is gone, and your legs feel like jelly. You stumble forward a little when the bar lifts, but Mingi's hand on your back steadies you.

"You alright?" he asks, eyes scanning your face.

You nod, breathless, dazed.

He smiles, wide and proud. "You did amazing. Seriously! That was brave as hell."

You want to say thank you, but you're still processing the fact that your heart is beating and your limbs are still attached. You let out a small laugh instead, cheeks flushed, the adrenaline not quite fading yet.

Then you hear it.

"Wait, where's Y/N?"

Your stomach sinks.

You turn your head toward the exit ramp and spot them—Yujin and Hana—posing near a churro cart, phone angled high, lips puckered in matching fake smiles.

The voice is unmistakable.

"Probably chickened out and left the roller coaster," Yujin mutters, loud enough that you catch every word.

Hana scoffs, adjusting her hair. "We should find her, I guess. We did come with her car, after all."

"Ugh," Yujin groans. "So annoying. I hate her sometimes."

Hana snorts. "Sometimes?"

They both burst into laughter.

It hits you harder than the drop on the coaster.

You freeze. The sting behind your eyes burns hot, and you blink rapidly, refusing to let the tears win. Not here. Not in front of Mingi, Yeosang and Jongho.

But Mingi heard it too.

You feel the shift in his posture beside you, the way his jaw clenches just slightly. He glances back at Jongho and Yeosang, who both clearly clock the situation. A silent nod happens between them.

Then, without warning, Mingi gently grabs your wrist.

"Come on."

You look up, startled. "Wait—what? Where are we going?"

He's already walking you in the opposite direction.

"I—I need to go to them," you say, stumbling to keep with his pace. "I need to send them home—"

"Are they your close friends?" he asks, cutting you off calmly.

You stop walking. "Huh?"

"Do you hang out with them a lot?"

"…No. We used to be close in high school. But now… not really. We're all in different universities and barely meet up anymore."

Mingi hums like that’s exactly the answer he expected. "Good. So you can cut them off."

You blink. "What?"

He turns to face you properly, his expression serious but not harsh. "Why spend the rest of your day with people who treat you like that? Just hang out with us."

You open your mouth to argue, but then Jongho jogs up beside you, slinging an arm over your shoulder like you've been besties for years.

"You didn't hear what they said? They're literally using you for your car and shitting on you behind your back."

"Yeah," Yeosang says, catching up, a rare frown on his usually passive face. “That's not what friends do. That's just… sad."

"I don't wanna ruin your guys' day though," you say quietly, unsure.

Mingi shakes his head. "You're not. I asked you to stay. You're not an obligation. You're a choice."

That line makes your heart skip.

Jongho smirks. "Besides, Mingi's in his hero mode now. You're stuck with us."

Yeosang chuckles. "He only gets like this when something really pisses him off."

You glance at Mingi, who's pretending not to listen, but the way he nudges your arm with his elbow says otherwise.

And for once… it feels okay to be pulled in a different direction.

You're still holding your tray with half-finished tteokbokki when Mingi takes a seat beside you at the picnic table. Jongho and Yeosang are opposite, poking fun at each other while stealing bits from the fishcake skewer pile.

"You okay?" Mingi asks quietly, sipping from his soda.

You nod. "Actually… yeah. Thanks to you guys."

He hums. "Good."

It feels so normal, sitting here with them. You were smiling. Genuinely smiling. For the first time in weeks, maybe.

The stand nearby is selling fresh corndogs and hotteok. You notice Jongho eyeing them, and your stomach grumbles too.

"I'll grab some more snacks," you say, standing. "My treat."

"Are you sure?" Yeosang asks.

"Yeah," you smile. "You guys saved me today. Least I can do."

You approach the snack cart, debating how many corndogs to grab when—

Shove.

It's not hard enough to knock you down, but enough to make you stumble forward a step. You turn, startled.

"Oh my god, we knew we saw your big back over here," Yujin says with a laugh, like it's the funniest thing in the world.

Hana smirks, standing beside her, arms crossed.

You step back, lips parting. "You guys left me."

Yujin rolls her eyes. "No we didn't? We were waiting for you by the churros stand."

"I was standing alone in line," you reply, your voice still soft, careful not to escalate anything. "You jumped ahead without even checking on me."

"Please," Hana mutters. "You probably didn't see us because you were too much of a pussy to ride."

They both burst into laughter.

You feel it again—that familiar sting in your chest. But this time, before you can say anything, another voice cuts through the air.

"Hey, Y/N. Is there a problem here?"

You look to your side.

Mingi's there, standing tall, eyes dark, jaw clenched. And when he looks at Yujin and Hana, the playful energy around them dies instantly.

Yujin straightens up, adjusting her top. "Oh heyyyy~" she says, her tone suddenly flirty. "And who might you be?"

"Do you know him?" Hana adds, nudging you.

"Yes," you reply clearly. "He offered to ride the roller coaster with me."

Yujin raises an eyebrow. "Really now…"

Then Mingi steps closer, resting a firm hand around your wrist—not hard, just protective.

"If you don’t have anything decent to say to Y/N," he says, voice sharp like a knife, "you can leave. She's hanging out with me and my friends now."

He doesn't wait for them to respond. He gently pulls you away, guiding you back toward the table where Jongho and Yeosang are already watching with narrowed eyes.

You think it's over—until Yujin and Hana follow you.

"Oh my god, Y/N," Yujin says loudly. "Don’t be such a whore and take three guys at once~ At least leave one for us."

You freeze mid-step.

"…Excuse me?" you blink slowly, not even sure you heard her right.

Yujin grins, proud. "Sharing is caring, babe."

You glance at Hana, who won’t meet your eyes.

"…Yujin," you say softly. "You have a boyfriend."

"So?" she scoffs. "You're being a greedy whore with three guys up your ass. You're no better than me."

Your breath catches. You stare at her, shocked. Embarrassed. Ashamed, even though you've done nothing wrong.

Hana still won't look at you.

And that's when Mingi steps forward.

"You know what's actually disgusting?" Mingi says, his voice suddenly cold. "That you think humiliating someone publicly makes you funny. That mocking someone you call a friend is just a joke. That dragging her down is the only way you feel better about yourself."

Yujin's face stiffens.

"And calling her a whore?" Mingi scoffs. "Girl, she's more decent than either of you. If having three people care about her makes her a whore, then maybe you should ask yourself why no one treats you that way."

Hana lets out a tiny breath like she's been slapped.

Mingi turns to them fully now, shielding you with his body.

"Don't talk to her again," he says firmly. "Don't call her. Don't look at her. Don't even think about her. Got it?"

Yujin crosses her arms. "Oh really? But she's our ride. She drove us here."

Jongho suddenly stands from the table. "Then go ask your boyfriend to pick you up."

The silence is loud.

Yujin's mouth opens, but nothing comes out. Hana still won't look at you.

You don't say a word. You just follow the boys as they walk away, head high, shoulders squared. Mingi's hand brushes yours. You don't pull away.

Behind you, you hear Yujin groan like a spoiled brat not getting what she wants.

And you don't look back.

You're quiet as you sit back at the table. You feel small again—not because of what they said, but because of how much it still hurts.

Jongho passes you a drink without a word. Yeosang silently offers you the hotteok you didn't get to buy.

Mingi sits beside you again, elbows on the table, glancing sideways at your face.

"You okay?" he asks for the second time today.

You nod, eyes glassy.

"You don't have to be," he adds softly.

"���I don't get it," you murmur. "I never did anything to them. I was always… trying to be nice."

"You were too nice," Yeosang says, voice calm. "Some people take kindness as weakness. That's not on you."

"She was jealous of you," Jongho adds bluntly. "Both of them were. You're quiet and kind and people like you without having to perform for it. That's threatening for girls like them."

You stare at your lap. "…I just hate that it got so ugly in front of everyone."

Mingi leans in closer, dropping his voice low. "If anything, you should be proud of yourself. You stood your ground. And you have three guys now who will never let anyone talk to you like that again."

You look up, eyes wide, lips parting.

Yeosang raises his soda. "To cutting off shitty people."

You laugh, finally.

And Mingi… he just watches you.

Like he's proud.

Like he’s already planning to keep you close all day.

The sun had dipped low by the time you all wandered back to your car, arms full of leftover snacks, plastic bags rustling with street game prizes and bottled drinks. The entire afternoon had gone by in a blur. One that smelled like honey butter corndogs and felt like safe hands holding you up.

"This your car?" Jongho asks, tapping the roof lightly.

You nod, unlocking it. "Yeah. It’s not fancy, but she gets me from A to B."

"It's cute," Yeosang says, popping a piece of candy into his mouth. "Matches you."

You glance at him, surprised. "Matches… me?"

"Yeah." He shrugs, smiling. "Kind of cozy. And a little beat up, but still standing."

You laugh. "Are you calling me emotionally damaged?"

"Absolutely," he says without blinking.

Mingi chuckles, watching you giggle as you swing the backdoor open to stash the snacks.

Jongho leans against the trunk, stretching. "We should hang out again sometime."

"Seconded," Yeosang says.

You smile. "I'd like that."

Mingi steps beside you and pulls out his phone. "Give me your number."

You blink. "Just like that?"

"Yeah," he grins. "No games. Just want to be able to text you."

Your heart skips.

You rattle off your number, and he saves it under Y/N 🎢, making you groan and hit his arm.

"What? You survived that roller coaster like a champ."

"I screamed."

"And held my hand the whole time," he says, low and teasing.

You turn away before your face gives too much away.

They all pile into their own car a few minutes later—Yeosang at the wheel, Jongho arguing over aux cord rights. Mingi rolls his window down just before they drive off.

"Hey, text me when you get home."

You glance up. "You too."

He smiles. "I will."

One week later.

You're sitting under a shady tree, picking at your sandwich while scrolling on your phone. Midterms are creeping up and your brain is half-fried. You barely notice the tall figure walking toward your bench until a shadow falls across your lap.

"Hey."

You look up—and blink.

"…Mingi?"

He grins, hands in the pockets of his bomber jacket. "Surprised?"

"Uh—yeah?? What are you doing here?"

"Your university's not that far from my dorm. I was in the area… and I was hungry."

You raise a brow. "So you decided to find me?"

"Obviously," he shrugs, plopping down beside you like this is the most normal thing ever.

Your heart does a backflip. "You're really bold, huh?"

He leans back on his palms, tilting his head toward you. "I just wanted to see how you were doing. After all… I haven't heard much from someone."

You flush. "I—I've been busy…"

"I know. I'm just teasing."

There's a pause.

The breeze rustles the leaves above. He's looking at you again, but this time with something softer in his expression.

"You seemed kinda quiet that day when we left," he says. "Was worried."

You glance down at your hands. "I was just… processing everything. It felt weird cutting someone off like that."

"They deserved it," Mingi says, voice firm. "You don't need people who treat you like garbage just because they've known you for a long time."

"…I know," you admit. "It just takes time to process all that."

He nods slowly. "Makes sense. Still. You're stronger than you think."

You smile, small. "You really don't have to keep being this nice to me, you know."

"But I want to."

That makes your breath catch.

He sits up straighter, taking a bite of the snack he brought—some triangle kimbap from the uni convenience store.

"Anyway, what's your major again?" he asks, chewing.

"Communications," you say. "Why?"

"Just wondering what kind of power you'll have in the future. I gotta make sure I stay on your good side now."

You laugh. "What about you?"

"Dance," he says proudly. "But I'm also thinking of minoring in theatre. I like performing."

"That… makes sense. You're kind of a natural."

"At performing?"

"At… pulling attention," you admit, looking away. "You make people feel comfortable."

He hums. "Not everyone. But I guess I try."

There's a comfortable silence again.

Then Mingi glances at your phone screen, noticing the time.

"You have class soon?"

"Yeah. In twenty minutes."

"Damn," he says, standing slowly and stretching his long arms. "Time flew."

"It did," you say. "I didn’t think I'd talk to anyone this long today."

"Lucky you. I'm charming."

You roll your eyes.

He steps a little closer now, towering over you just slightly—but he's not intimidating. He's playful. Easy. Gentle.

"Hey," he says, voice low.

You look up. "Yeah?"

"Do you wanna go out Friday night?"

Your heart skips a beat.

"Like… just us?"

He smiles. "Yeah. Just us."

You swallow, trying not to look too flustered. "Sure. That sounds nice."

He winks. "It's a date then."

And with that, he turns and walks off toward the exit gates, hands still shoved in his pockets like nothing happened.

You just sit there, dumbfounded, heat crawling up your face.

You're pretty sure you don't taste your sandwich after that.

Friday.

When you open the door, the last thing you expect to see is Mingi in all black—loose button-up tucked into slacks, gold necklace glinting faintly under the porch light—and a massive bouquet of pastel flowers in hand.

Your mouth opens. But nothing comes out.

He smiles. "Too much?"

"I—no, no," you sputter, staring at the bouquet. "These are gorgeous. Are those peonies? Wait… are these imported?"

He glances at them. "I dunno, I just told the florist I wanted something that looked like you."

Your face burns instantly.

"Stop saying stuff like that so casually!"

Mingi laughs, handing you the bouquet as you step aside to let him in briefly. "It's true though. Pretty, soft, and a little expensive-looking."

You glare, trying not to melt.

Once the flowers are safely in a vase, you both head out. He opens the car door for you like a damn drama male lead, and you have to mentally scream at yourself not to act too giddy.

The drive is filled with music, light banter, and the occasional glance that lingers too long at red lights. When he pulls up to a high-rise building with a fancy valet and dim chandelier lighting peeking from the glass walls, you blink twice.

"Wait," you say slowly, reading the restaurant sign. "We're eating here?"

"Yeah," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt casually. "Why?"

"Mingi… this place is expensive. Like, minimum 5-digit bill expensive."

"So?" He laughs, turning to look at you. "It's not every day I take someone out on a date. Plus, I invited you. I can't just take you to the food court."

You stare at him. "You're rich…"

He snorts. "Does that make you look at me differently?"

You shake your head. "Of course not. It's just… I grew up thinking that when people date, it should be fifty-fifty. I feel kinda guilty when someone spends too much on me."

Mingi looks at you for a second, soft but amused. "That's cute."

Your cheeks flush.

He continues, voice warm, "But seriously, Y/N, today's my treat. Maybe in the future you can treat me. But for now… your presence is already more than enough."

You make a face. "You're such a flirt.”

He grins. "You haven't seen the half of it."

Dinner is unreal. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the Han River, and your seats are by the glass. The food is plated like art, the conversation flows effortlessly, and the wine Mingi orders (which you swear costs as much as your monthly internet bill) is surprisingly good.

At one point, you both laugh over nothing, and Mingi leans his cheek on his hand.

"You know," he says, "Jongho hasn't shut up about that day."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. For someone who's a year younger than me, he sure loves teasing me like he's older."

You pause. "Wait—Jongho's younger than you?"

Mingi blinks. "Oh, we didn't clarify that, huh?"

"Oh my god, I thought he was the oldest!"

Mingi bursts out laughing. "You're not the first person to say that! Everyone thinks that! He's just too mature for his face."

"Or," you smirk, "maybe you and Yeosang are just too immature."

He gasps. "Hey! I'm mature!"

"I stalked your tagged photos on Instagram," you say nonchalantly. "Your friends call you a big princess."

He chokes on his drink. "You what?"

You grin. "That's right. I did my research."

Mingi leans in closer, voice suddenly low and playful. "Why were you stalking me, hmm? Miss this princess that much?"

Your heart slams in your chest.

"Mingi, stop it," you say, rolling your eyes to hide your very real flustered state.

He chuckles, pleased. "I love teasing you."

"And you're way too good at it."

He shrugs. "Only with people I like."

That line hits harder than it should.

By the time you finish eating, the staff clears your plates and refills your glasses with water. You sit back, full, sipping slowly.

You glance at him. "So… where are we going next?"

Mingi raises a brow. "Someone's excited."

You smirk. "I mean… I haven't been on a real date in a long time. This already beat my expectations."

He leans forward slightly, tilting his head. "Wanna do something more relaxed? We can go for a walk near the river. There's a quiet park close by with lights and benches."

You nod. "That sounds really nice."

"Cool," he says, standing and reaching for your coat. "Let's go. I've got a playlist ready and everything."

"You have a date playlist?"

"I might have made one last night."

You stare at him.

He shrugs. "What? You make me nervous."

Mingi walks you to your door, still chatting about some guy from his dance class who tried to moonwalk in socks and almost dislocated his knee.

You laugh softly, fingers brushing your keys, reluctant for the night to end.

"Y/N?"

You glance up. "Yeah?"

He leans in quickly, and before you can process it, he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. Warm. Quick. Sincere.

He pulls back, eyes wide, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry if that was too sudden. You can tell me if you're not okay with it—seriously."

You blink—then laugh, cheeks warm.

"Thanks. I don't mind."

He exhales, a tiny puff of relief, then smiles as he starts walking back toward his car.

"Wait—Mingi!"

He turns around. "Yes?"

You grin, still standing by your door. "Let's go out next week. My treat."

His smile stretches so wide it almost splits his face.

"Okay, princess. See you next week. Update me always, okay?"

He winks, hops into his car, and drives off—while you stand there, clutching your warm cheek and thinking about nothing but him.

A few months later.

You've gone on more dates than you can count now.

Some were cute and simple—arcades, cafés, late-night convenience store runs. Others were more put-together, gallery dates, dance showcases, even grocery shopping for dinner you'd cook together. There's a comfort between you and Mingi now.

Tonight, it's just a Netflix night.

It's Saturday, you're at your place, and Mingi's stretched out on your couch, arm around you while a movie plays. You're curled beside him, blanket over both of your legs, a half-finished bag of popcorn resting on his thigh.

And then—on screen—an erotic scene plays out. Soft moaning, slow kissing, heavy breathing.

Mingi shifts slightly.

"Are you okay watching this?" he asks, voice low, cautious.

You scoff, barely glancing at him. "Uh, yes? I'm not a child, Song Mingi."

He laughs, head tilting. "Well, excuse me. Just making sure."

There's a beat.

Then he glances down at you again. "What are your thoughts on doing this kind of stuff… y’know, as a couple?"

You pause for a second, then answer honestly.

"Um… I don't mind, honestly. Everyone's different, right? But for me—it's about trust. It doesn't matter whether it's before or after marriage. What matters is… being safe, knowing the risks, and being sure you're with someone who respects you."

Mingi nods slowly. "Yeah. I feel the same way."

You turn your head slightly. "Have you done it before?"

That question slips out faster than you meant.

Mingi blinks.

Your eyes go wide. "Oh my god—I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make that weird. You don't have to answer—"

"No, no!" he says quickly. "It's just surprising coming from you. But nah—I haven't. I'm a virgin. And I'm not embarrassed."

You smile. “There's nothing to be ashamed of. Some people just use sex like it's a status thing. Like if you're not doing it, you're behind."

"Exactly!" Mingi grins. "It's such a stupid mindset."

He turns slightly toward you. "What about you?"

"I'm a virgin too," you admit. "But I've always been curious. Just never wanted to give that part of me to someone random. One-night stands never appealed to me."

Mingi nods, biting the inside of his cheek. "It's so weird that we both feel the same."

You squint. "Are you just saying that to get on my good side? Trying to look all respectful and boyfriend-of-the-year?"

Mingi gasps, dramatically offended. "What?! I would never! I swear I mean it!"

You elbow him lightly, both of you laughing.

Then—

"…Do you want to try it together?"

You freeze. Eyes wide. "Wait. What?"

Mingi blinks hard. "In the future!! I meant—in the future! Not now—God, Song Mingi, you're an idiot—"

You laugh. Full-on giggle that makes your shoulders shake.

Then you lean in, gently place your hand on the back of his neck, and pull him into a kiss.

It's deep. Soft. Lingering.

He stiffens slightly at first, surprised, but then relaxes—his hand finding your cheek as his lips move slowly with yours. His eyes shut. The world fades.

When you pull away, your forehead rests lightly against his.

"I trust you."

His eyes flutter open and you can see the blush rising to his ears.

You also can't help noticing the very obvious bulge forming in his pants.

You smirk.

"Are you hard just from kissing?" you tease gently.

"…Yeah," he admits shyly. "And because I love you so much, that's why."

He kisses you again, deeper this time, one hand stroking up your back, careful and slow like he's memorizing the shape of you.

And your fingers start to tighten around his shirt.

You're kissing him.

You don't remember when the shift happened—from sitting side by side, to lying down with your fingers gripping his shirt, his hand on your waist, mouths moving together slowly. But you don't care. Mingi's lips are hot, breath a little shaky, body pressing against yours like he wants to crawl inside your skin.

You moan softly when he licks into your mouth—hesitantly at first, then with more confidence as you whimper and tug at his hair. His hand slides under the back of your shirt, fingers brushing up your spine. It's slow. Careful. Nervous.

He pulls back, panting slightly. "Is… this okay?"

You nod, cheeks flushed. "Yes."

"I mean, we can stop anytime."

"I know."

He hesitates, and you see it in his eyes—nervousness, excitement, a little disbelief. You lean forward, kissing his jaw, then whisper in his ear,

"Let’s keep going."

That makes him groan.

Mingi's hands start to explore more freely—stroking your thighs, up your shirt to caress your sides, then cup your breasts over your bra. He's still tentative, like he's worried he's doing it wrong.

"Touch me," you whisper.

"I am," he says, confused.

"No—touch me for real, Mingi."

You guide his hand under your shirt, placing it over your bare skin. He swallows hard, fingers trembling just a little. When he finally cups your breast fully, brushing your nipple with his thumb over your bra, you arch into his touch with a quiet moan.

He gasps. "Holy shit…"

You laugh breathlessly. "What?"

"You feel… really good."

"You're cute when you're this overwhelmed."

"You're evil," he groans.

You switch positions slightly, tugging your shirt off and tossing it aside. He stares at your chest, clearly enchanted.

"You can touch more, you know," you tease.

"Permission granted?" he raises a brow, smiling.

"Permission granted."

His hands roam—soft kneading, lips kissing between your breasts before he pulls your bra down and takes one nipple into his mouth. You gasp, threading your fingers through his hair, while he moans against your skin.

"You're a quick learner," you mumble, breath hitching.

"Porn and imagination," he replies.

You snort. "Didn't you learn this in school?"

"Yeah," he scoffs. "As if the teacher taught us about sex positions and nipple sucking."

You both burst into laughter—even mid-makeout—and it's oddly comforting how fun this is. Messy, awkward, real.

Your hands slide down his chest, under his shirt, feeling lean muscles flexing under your touch. When you unbutton it, he lets you strip it off—his skin warm, his face flushed, his body trembling just slightly.

You reach between his legs, palm cupping the hard bulge in his pants. He jerks.

"Fuck—Y/N…"

You kiss his throat, voice low. "Wanna keep going?"

He pauses.

Then—his eyes widen. "Shit. I—I don't have a condom."

You blink. "Wait, seriously?"

"I didn't think—fuck—I'll go get one!! There's a 7-Eleven like two streets down—"

"You're gonna run to the convenience store right now??"

He's already scrambling off the couch, grabbing his t-shirt with his chest still bare. "I'll be back in ten minutes! Don't fall asleep!!"

You burst into laughter, watching him panic-shuffle into shoes and sprint out the door like a man on a mission.

12 minutes later.

He returns, slightly out of breath, holding a small plastic bag.

You arch a brow. "How many did you buy?"

"Three boxes."

"…Why?"

"I panicked!"

You're both half-laughing when you strip again, kissing between giggles, settling back into each other's arms. But this time, it's different. Calmer. More focused.

Mingi slowly pulls your shorts down, kissing your thighs, his breath hitching when he sees your panties already damp.

"Y/N…"

"Don’t be shy," you whisper.

He slides them down and tosses them aside. His fingers brush between your legs, and when he finally touches you—fingers stroking through your folds—you whimper and press into his hand.

"You're so wet," he says, awed.

"For you."

He swears softly under his breath.

You moan louder when he finds your clit, gently rubbing, unsure at first—then more confidently as your hips twitch under his touch. You reach down, palm cupping his erection through his boxers.

"You're hard again."

"Yeah. You're kinda ridiculously sexy."

You roll him onto his back and tug his pants off.

And when his boxers come down—you both freeze.

"…Oh," you blink.

"Too big?" he teases nervously.

"Guess we'll find out."

Condom's on.

You lie back, legs spread, heart pounding.

Mingi positions himself between your thighs, hands on either side of your face, eyes locked with yours.

"You sure?" he whispers.

You nod. "I trust you."

He lines himself up and pushes in slowly.

It hurts.

Not unbearable, but a deep stretch, an ache that makes your body tense.

Mingi stops instantly.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Just go slow."

He pushes in again, carefully, slowly—

And then you both freeze.

"…Is that… blood?" Mingi asks, voice rising slightly.

You look down. Just a bit. But enough.

Mingi freaks. "Oh my god. Are you okay?? Did I hurt you?!"

You put a hand on his cheek, trying not to laugh at his horrified expression. "Mingi—it's normal."

"But—are you sure? Should we stop?"

You smile. "Let’s just take a break. Five minutes. You're overreacting."

"I'm not overreacting! You're bleeding. I've seen horror movies that start like this!"

You burst into laughter, gently shoving his shoulder.

After a short pause (and a lot of overthinking from Mingi), you kiss him again—slow, soft, grounding.

"I still want to keep going," you whisper. "If you're okay."

He nods, exhaling. "Yeah. Just don't die on me."

This time when he slides in—it's easier.

Your body's more relaxed, your hands are tangled in his hair, and Mingi is whispering "so beautiful" and "you feel amazing" into your skin like it's the only language he knows.

The pace is slow, careful. You moan under him, hips rolling together, your bodies finally syncing.

He kisses your neck, your lips, your forehead. You're both sweaty and shaky and a little uncoordinated—but it's perfect.

You're his first. He's yours.

You cling to each other like the world is too small to contain what you're feeling.

And when you come—whimpering his name, shaking underneath him—Mingi follows right after, burying his face in your neck with a moan so sweet it makes your heart throb.

Afterward, you lie tangled on your couch, barely covered by the throw blanket.

Mingi's still red in the face. "I think I panicked like ten times."

You giggle. "It was cute."

"Was it… good?"

You nod, nose brushing his cheek. "It was more than good."

Mingi's breath is still a little shaky as he pulls out of you carefully, rolling the condom off and tying it, tossing it into the little trash bag beside the couch. You hiss faintly at the sudden emptiness and sensitivity.

He notices immediately.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Just sore. And… wow."

He lets out a soft laugh, brushing your hair out of your face.

"We should clean you up," he murmurs. "Don't want you to get an infection."

You nod, and he helps you sit up slowly. Your thighs are sticky, a little shaky, and you wince slightly as you stand.

"Shit," Mingi mumbles, catching you. "Are you hurting?"

"Not really. Just sore and, you know… my pussy probably looks like a war zone."

Mingi laughs, even as he scoops you up bridal-style without warning.

"MINGI—!"

"We're washing you properly, princess," he says, grinning as he carries you into your bathroom like some romcom idiot boyfriend. "Gotta take care of my girl."

He helps you sit on the toilet, then kneels in front of you, helping you clean. Every touch is gentle now—damp tissue wiping your thighs, warm water trickling slowly, his hands making sure not to rub too hard.

"Sorry if this feels weird," he mumbles.

"It doesn't," you whisper. "I like this."

He smiles at you, so soft, so genuine it makes your chest ache.

Once you're clean and dry, he carries you again—back to your bed this time, gently laying you down before slipping beside you under the blanket.

Your head rests on his bare chest, legs tangled, fingers tracing random patterns on his stomach.

Mingi shifts a little, looking down at you.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N."

You glance up, smirking. "Took you long enough to say that."

"I was busy panicking."

You both laugh.

But then he kisses your forehead.

"I'm serious," he says quietly. "You're so fucking beautiful. Your body… your heart… your whole existence. I've never felt this way before. Not even close."

You blink slowly, heart beating in your throat.

Then he murmurs—

"We're a thing now."

You grin. "We better be a thing. If not, I'll chop your dick off."

Mingi wheezes out a laugh, pulling you into a kiss. "God, I love you."

"Thank you for coming into my life." His arms tighten around you.

"No, you saved me," you say, brushing your nose against his. "Thank you for coming into mine."

You breathe in deeply, warm and full in his arms.

A few minutes later, while cuddling in silence, you shift a little.

"Mingi?"

"Mm?"

You glance up at him, playful sparkle in your eyes.

"…Should I satisfy you more?"

He blinks. "Huh??"

You smirk. "You’re still a little hard. I can feel it against my leg."

He flushes red instantly.

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Help Wanted 2: Lets Talk About Sun (Spoilers for Help Wanted 2!)

Okay,

I've had some time to digest Help Wanted 2. What a freaking roller coaster. I'm assuming you all have played/watched/seen Help Wanted 2, so be advised if you haven't seen everything we have access to so far, I'll be bringing it up.

One thing I'll say upfront is its nice to know Sun and Moon ARE older like I theorized. They're tied to the Fall Festival which took place in 1970 per one of the prize collector posters and the fact they deal with the carousel. I think Steel Wool also tried to point out and confirm Moon is patient zero for....I guess I should say Vanny's influence in the PizzaPlex. He's definitely the favorite to be pitted against us. I'm STILL losing my mind over the Princess Quest Ending.

So, the DCA fandom has been all across the board, ranging from "I love sassy Sun" to "Sun is SO mean. This ruins my headcannon." I don't think it really does. At least, it doesn't have to.

Our first encounter with Sun in front of us is Arts and Crafts. This minigame is located in the world we eventually learn is AR. We also are clearly a new FazBear hire. Sun is definitely sassy, and let's face it, VERY critical of what he defines as a mistake. BUT the flip side of that coin is he is still nice when you do the art correctly. He calls you friend, he wants to help you. If the player eats the crafts, he loses his mind. It's because he's worrying for the player due to the effects eating the crafts will have on them, ie: "That is how you get ulcers!". (By far, MY FAVORITE line of Sun's btw. Kellen stated that line and the indigestion line were both improved btw- genius.) He still doesn't want Moon to get you, he doesn't want to get in trouble. The one threat is after you've been hitting him several times and you've outright pissed him off. (I personally, think the "I should turn off the lights myself" was a drama king being a drama king.) Then we take the mask off. We see everything destroyed and Sun acts like the Sun we've always known. "I'm perfectly fine where I am. It's better this way. It's safer this way." "Keep the generator on. Without it I won't be able to help you." He's the same as he's always been. We've just seen a new layer.

What we ultimately have to come to terms with, is that Sun is a control freak and a perfectionist. He thinks he "has" to be. He doesn't want you to move from your craft table so he can watch you like a hawk. Do the job you are assigned. Get in, get out. Do the art HIS way, and follow HIS rules. If you don't, bad things can happen. Bad things HAVE happened. Another explanation could also be that maybe he isn't as free of the glitch trap virus as we thought? He can be sassy, he can be brutally honest, he can be concerned for us, for children, and his own darkness can rear its head, all at the same time.

Steel Wool could also be trying to slam into our faces that Sun is incomplete. He is one-half of a whole. He has good intentions, he means well at his core, but he cannot stop, regroup, and act rather than react. He gets stressed, and can't cope and adjust. Instead, he demands control back when he feels like he's about to lose it. Moon is calm, calculating, and logical. It's why they need to be whole and why Sun is so grateful to Cassie when she fixes them to become Eclipse. As Eclipse, they both find the parts of themselves they've so desperately needed.

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Cold Burn (Chapter 8)

!idol reader x Seungmin; enemies to lovers

Word Count: 3.3k

a/n: I have take on a new hobby of making Ateez and Skz texts. Please send requests. This story will continuing to be updated. I just need something else to focus on to inspire me as this story is being blocked by my brain, i am changing the POVs on purpose in case you thought I was going crazy. Writing is hard. Please ignore editing mistakes or tell me....anyway lmk if I forgot you on the tag list :3 !!!

The airport buzzed with the usual chaos as the group disembarked from the plane. The second leg of the tour had officially begun, but for Seungmin, it felt like the weight of the world was resting on his shoulders. Every step he took felt heavier than the last, as if the knowledge he carried about his involvement in “the thing”, now how he and the boys referred to it, was slowly suffocating him.

He walked with Chan, Minho, and Jeongin toward the baggage claim, their expressions serious, their conversations muted. They hadn’t said much since they left the dorms, but the silent understanding between them was clear. Seungmin needed to tell Y/N the truth. He couldn’t keep carrying this burden, and he couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine.

But every time he thought about actually confessing to her, the words caught in his throat.

As the group moved through the terminal, Y/N was ahead of them, walking with her head held high, her expression unreadable. Seungmin couldn’t help but watch her, noticing how she kept her distance from him. There were no playful exchanges, no teasing glances. Just silence. It had been like this ever since their last conversation.

Seungmin’s mind raced. How could he fix this? How could he make things right when the one person he had hurt most was the one person he couldn’t seem to reach?

He caught Chan’s eye, who gave him a quiet nod, a subtle reminder that it was time. Time to tell Y/N the truth. Time to stop hiding.

But even with the encouragement from his friends, Seungmin still hesitated. He had made his mistakes, yes, but how would Y/N react? Would she forgive him? Would she hate him?

His thoughts were interrupted as Y/N slowed her pace and glanced back at them. For a split second, their eyes met. A moment of silence passed between them before she turned her attention back to the path ahead, her face hardening once again.

Seungmin felt the tightness in his chest grow, the guilt bubbling up inside him. He wanted to approach her, to say something, but the words felt hollow. There was too much between them now. He had waited too long, and now it felt like he had lost the chance to fix anything.

As the group reached the baggage claim, the others began talking to each other, but Seungmin stayed silent. He watched Y/N move toward the carousel, her movements distant, her focus solely on her suitcase. She didn’t seem to notice him, and for a moment, Seungmin wished she would. Maybe then, he could finally speak up.

But no. He couldn’t wait any longer. This had to be the moment.

His heart pounded in his chest as he moved toward her, his feet feeling heavier with each step. The others continued talking among themselves, but Seungmin felt like he was in a bubble, the noise around him fading as he focused solely on Y/N.

Seungmin watched her from a distance, the weight of his choices pressing down on him. He had been able to confide in others but telling her felt like it was impossible.

He had thought about this moment a hundred times. Imagined the words he’d say, rehearsed his apology in his head. But now, seeing her in front of him, it all felt impossible.

Seungmin felt his chest tighten.

He couldn’t do it. Not yet. Not here, in the middle of the crowd at the airport, surrounded by the noise and movement of everyone else. The last thing Y/N needed right now was a rushed, half-hearted apology in the chaos of the airport terminal.

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and watched her walk ahead, feeling the crushing weight of the unspoken between them. Every part of him wanted to tell her everything, but he knew he needed to be honest. He couldn’t hide behind excuses anymore.

But not now. Not like this.

The days since their arrival in Europe had been filled with the common instances. Interviews and rehearsals. The usual hustles of the tour had returned, and the familiar rhythm of the group’s routine was in full swing. But Y/N couldn’t help but feel the difference in the atmosphere, the aura that surrounded Seugmin.

She had noticed it the moment they got off the plane, his unease palpable as he lagged behind everyone else. Seungmin, usually so collected, had been acting distant—his usual playful (rude) remarks absent, his smile forced when it appeared at all. At first, Y/N thought it was just her overthinking things. After all, they hadn’t exactly had the best conversation the last time they spoke. But as the days wore on, she couldn’t ignore it anymore

It wasn’t just that he was quiet. It was the way he avoided eye contact, the way he seemed to shrink into himself when he used to be so confident. Seungmin was out of character, and Y/N couldn’t figure out why. She had hoped that after sharing her past with him, things would ease between them. She had been vulnerable, trusted him with something personal, and yet now, he was pulling away in a way that she hadn’t expected.

Is it because of what I told him? she wondered, the thought nagging at her. Was I too much? Is he uncomfortable with me now?

She watched him from across the room during practice, his focus on the choreography, but his movements stiff and mechanical. There was no spark in his eyes, no teasing or joking around like there used to be. Y/N caught herself looking at him more than she intended, trying to figure out what was going on in his head.

Every time their eyes met, he quickly looked away, almost like he was afraid to be seen. It bothered her. It wasn’t just the silence—it was the distance that seemed to grow every time they were near each other. She found herself questioning if it was her fault, if she had pushed him away somehow by opening up about her past. But there were moments when it didn’t seem like that was the case.

There were times, like when they were sitting together at the airport before they left, where he would look at her as if he wanted to say something. But then his expression would change, and he’d look away, like whatever he was thinking wasn’t something he could share with her.

Maybe it’s not about what I told him. The thought crossed her mind, and she quickly pushed it away. But it was hard to ignore. Why else would he act like this? He wasn’t just awkward around her; he was different with everyone else. The way he interacted with the rest of the group wasn’t the same either. It was almost like he was holding back, like a part of him had shut off.

She wanted to talk to him, to ask if something was wrong, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was going on, it was something he wasn’t ready to face—at least not with her. So she stayed quiet, letting the tension hang between them.

One evening, after a long day of practice, the group sat together for a casual dinner at the hotel. Seungmin sat a few seats down from her, not really engaging in the conversation, his focus elsewhere. It wasn’t like him to stay so quiet, especially when everyone else was laughing and joking around.

Y/N watched him from across the table, her mind racing. This was starting to feel like something bigger than just a little awkwardness. But what? Why was Seungmin acting this way? Was it because of her, or was it something else entirely?

Before she could come to any conclusions, Seungmin shifted in his seat, catching her gaze for a brief second before looking away again. It was like a reflex for him now, and it made Y/N feel like she was losing a part of him she didn’t understand.

I need to know what's going on with him, she thought, her frustration bubbling up. Why is he acting like this?

-

The hours of practice and performance blurred together. Yet, something about the rhythm of the tour had changed, at least for Y/N. It wasn’t the lights or the music; it wasn’t the sweat or the exhaustion that settled in her bones after long rehearsals. It was Seungmin.

She found herself watching him more than she should, observing the way his usual energy had faded. He used to be the first to crack a joke, to liven up a room when things got heavy. Now, his presence felt quieter, smaller. His movements in practice lacked the spark they used to have. His eyes, usually full of fire, had become distant, like a light flickering but threatening to burn out entirely.

Y/N had tried not to think too much about it. She told herself he was just tired, maybe adjusting to the new leg of the tour. But every time he hesitated before meeting her gaze, every time he turned away mid-sentence, it felt like something more. Like he wasn’t just tired—he was avoiding her.

The thought gnawed at her. Was it because of what I told him?

She replayed their conversation over and over, the confessions spilling out from her about the harassment, the things that had made her retreat into herself for so long. She had never meant to make him uncomfortable. She had trusted him. Had I made a mistake in opening up?

Y/N tried to distract herself during rehearsals, throwing herself into the routines, hoping it would take her mind off the strange emptiness that had settled in her chest. But even as she focused on the choreography, she felt his absence in the space between them, the silence of a conversation that hadn’t happened yet.

She could feel him watching her when he thought she wasn’t looking, and every time their eyes met, it was like a current ran through the room. But it was always broken—he’d look away too quickly, or she’d turn before she could understand what the look meant.

It wasn’t just awkwardness; it was as if something had fractured between them, and neither of them knew how to fix it. Or maybe—Y/N didn’t know—maybe Seungmin didn’t want to.

Seungmin couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t the kind of suffocation you felt when your lungs were full of air, but the kind that squeezed your chest until you couldn’t exhale properly. He had felt it the moment he woke up each day, the moment he saw Y/N and tried to keep his expression neutral.

It wasn’t even the guilt—well, it was, but it wasn’t just that. It was the silence. The way he couldn’t bring himself to speak, to be the person she used to see. The way he saw the hurt in her eyes, but still, he couldn’t apologize, couldn’t take back what he had allowed to happen. His hands shook at night when he thought about the role he played in all of this.

He’d tried. He tried to bury the guilt and just act like everything was fine. He focused on practice, rehearsals, everything but the crushing weight of his secret. But it never worked.

There were moments when he watched her, when their paths crossed and his breath would catch in his throat. She’d look at him as if searching for something in his eyes, and Seungmin would turn away before she could see the turmoil behind them.

It wasn’t just the shame that weighed him down. It was the fear of what would happen if he told her everything. If he confessed what he had done, what he had allowed to happen, what he had been complicit in. He’d been trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing by staying silent. But deep down, he knew he wasn’t.

Would she even forgive me?

He couldn’t even look at her the same way anymore. The guilt kept twisting inside him, tainting the way he saw her smile, the way her presence once brought him peace.

Every word he’d said to her before—those words had been honest, those moments had been real. Now, it felt like a lie.

The hotel lobby was quiet, the hum of soft conversation blending with the distant sound of a television from the lounge. Y/N sat on the couch, her legs tucked underneath her, staring at the quiet space in front of her. Seungmin had barely spoken all day, his responses short and distracted. She hated how she could feel the gap between them with every passing second.

She needed to understand what was happening. But what if she was wrong? What if this was just her imagination? Maybe she was the one who had changed. Maybe she was reading too much into everything.

But why had he been so distant? The question looped in her mind like a record stuck on repeat. She had been patient, giving him space, trying not to push him. But now, as the silence stretched on between them, Y/N felt herself growing restless. Her heart thudded in her chest.

The elevator doors opened, and there he was—Seungmin.

He stopped in the doorway, his eyes quickly scanning the room before landing on her. A brief moment of hesitation, before he shifted his gaze away, looking at the floor. He didn’t move closer. He didn’t say anything. He just stood there, the air between them thick with the tension that had been building for days.

Y/N didn’t know what to do. Part of her wanted to stand up and walk over to him, ask him what was wrong, and demand an answer. But the other part—the part that had already been let down by his silence—felt tired. Exhausted, even.

She stayed seated. He needed to come to her. She had made herself vulnerable, and now it was his turn.

Y/N's fingers gripped the edge of the couch, the tension in the room palpable, wrapping around her like a thick fog. Every second that ticked by felt like it was dragging her deeper into this silence, this unbearable distance. She couldn't keep waiting. Something had to give.

Seungmin hadn’t moved since stepping into the lobby. His eyes darted around the room, avoiding hers as though he was trying to find an escape in the space between them. The stillness was suffocating, and for a moment, Y/N thought she might suffocate with it.

She stood up, her decision made in an instant. It was now or never.

Seungmin blinked, startled, as Y/N strode toward him, her every step decisive. She stopped just in front of him, not giving him the space to back away, to turn away, to hide.

“You’re pulling away,” she said, her voice barely a whisper but steady, each word landing with precision. “And I don’t know why.”

Seungmin’s face flickered with something—guilt, fear, maybe both—but he didn’t answer. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. His fingers twitched at his side, but he stayed frozen, looking everywhere but at her.

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest. This wasn’t the conversation she’d imagined. She hadn’t thought she would be the one pushing him to speak, but here she was, standing in front of him, demanding to know the truth.

“Why?” she asked, her voice cracking with frustration now. “Why can’t you just tell me what’s going on?”

Seungmin’s chest rose with a sharp breath, but still, he didn’t speak.

Y/N’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, and for a split second, she almost wanted to turn away. But then something inside her snapped.

“I deserve to know why you’ve been acting like this,” she said, her voice trembling. “I trusted you with something I never told anyone else, and now… now you can’t even look at me.”

Seungmin flinched at her words, his expression faltering for the first time. His eyes locked onto hers, and for a brief, fleeting second, Y/N saw the conflict in them, the tortured guilt that had been eating away at him. But it disappeared almost as soon as it had appeared, leaving behind the usual wall of silence.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, the words barely audible.

It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. The apology didn’t fix what had been broken.

The silence that followed was unbearable. The seconds stretched long, too long. Y/N could feel herself trembling, the rage and hurt she’d been holding back threatening to spill over. She took a step closer to him, her hands now shaking in the space between them.

"Tell me, Seungmin," she whispered, her voice raw. "What did you do?"

Her words hung in the air, thick with the unspoken truth. She had been waiting, waiting for him to be honest, to be real, and yet here he was, still hiding behind whatever wall he had built. She could feel it, the distance between them, and it wasn’t just physical. It was in the way his gaze wouldn’t meet hers, in the way he wouldn’t say what he needed to say.

And then, something shifted.

Seungmin’s expression faltered, the mask he had been holding up for so long cracking just enough for Y/N to see a glimpse of what lay beneath. His eyes—those eyes that had always been confident, playful—were filled with something else now. Something dark, conflicted, and full of regret.

Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat as Seungmin finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I… I didn’t mean for it to go this far,” he murmured, his words jagged. His hands clenched at his sides, and for a second, it seemed like he might take a step forward, might let her in, but then he recoiled, his eyes dropping to the floor again.

Y/N’s heart sank. She had been waiting for the truth, for the answers, but what he was saying wasn’t enough. It was all too vague, all too wrapped in guilt and silence.

“I don’t know if you’ll ever forgive me,” he added, his voice trembling.

Y/N stared at him, her own heart breaking at the desperation in his words. But it wasn’t enough.

She wanted to scream at him, to demand more—to ask him what he had done, to make him own up to it completely. But something in her held her back, a quiet voice telling her that the truth wasn’t just something she could force out of him. He had to want to say it.

So she stood there, her chest tight, feeling the wall between them grow even higher.

Finally, Seungmin stepped back, his eyes still avoiding hers. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he said, but the words felt like a hollow echo.

With one last glance, he turned and walked toward the exit, the door closing behind him with a soft click.

Y/N stood frozen, the room around her feeling like it had disappeared. What had just happened? She was left standing alone in the wake of his unspoken words, the unanswered questions crashing into her with an intensity that left her breathless.

She wasn’t sure what had changed, or if anything had changed at all. All she knew was that the space between them had just grown immeasurably wider.

And now, she didn’t know how to close it.

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[lesmiix]

Hii! Can you write something where the reader's friend dies in one of the games and Hyun-Ju comforts them?

ONE SHOT: I don't know what I would do without you.

Hyun ju x g/n reader.

Summary: One of your closest friends died during the mingle game, so Hyun-ju tried to comfort you

Warnings: Death, angst, panic attack, comfort, g/n reader, g/n friend.

f/n->friend name.

a/n: I've never written an angst one shot so I hope it's not too bad.

English's not my first language so there may be some grammatical and orography errors!

Requests for Hyun-ju are open 💗

Enjoy!!!🫶

You entered a big room, with some slight warm lights, there was a platform in the middle, with some horses, as a carousel.

A voice coming from a loudspeaker ordered you to get on the platform.

The voice started to explain the rules of the "mingle" game.

You were with your little group, f/n, Hyun-ju, young mi, Geum-ja and Yong-sik. F/n and you were childhood friends, you met each other as your parents were very close friends.

You both started joking about how much you liked to go to amusement parks as a kid.

Suddenly, the lights turned off, and the carousel began to spin. A children's song started playing and all of the memories of your childhood began to pop on your mind. You started to get a little bit anxious, holding your friends hand as hard as you could, making sure they didn't go anywhere.

The spinning stopped and you heard a number.

"Four" the female voice of the speaker said.

you started looking around, searching young mi and hyun ju, as Geum-ja and Yong-sik went with player 456 and 001. You started running towards an empty little room and pushed everyone inside.

The door locked as the 30 seconds counter finished.

"Is everyone okay?" f/n asked as they looked at you, watching the scared look on your face.

Young mi nodded while playing with her hands, obviously nervous, as you could hear the guns shooting outside.

A few minutes passed by and the door unlocked.

Everyone came out and you saw the older woman and get son, running towards you.

"Oh we were so worried about you" player 149 said while hugging you all.

"it's okay, we just have to stick together and have good coordination so we can win the game" you said while cleaning the slight sweat of your forehead.

You got again on the carousel.

the number was 6

You rapidly counted the members of your group.

"Me, f/r, Hyun-ju, Young mi, Geum-ja, Yong-sik" you muttered as counting with your fingers.

"we're six" you said out loud, while scanning which room were empty.

You ran, there were not enough rooms for every group so you had to be quick.

You opened a door. The room was full.

The counter was on for 7 seconds, you started panicking, you looked everywhere just to see hyun ju opening a door.

"Over here!" She yelled as everyone started running towards her.

Everyone started to get in the room, but a single player came in aggressively, taking f/r from their jacket, and throwing them out the room, it was player 333, who was all covered in blood.

He locked the door.

Before you could even react to what was happening you heard a shot. Staining your face with your friends blood.

"f/r?" you muttered, as you began to walk towards the door peephole. Just to see your friend on the ground, with a single shot between their eyebrows.

You looked at Myung-gi, still were too in shock to react, but the desire to beat him up was in your body.

The voice announced that the game finished, so you could return to the bedroom.

You didn't move a single muscle. Everyone came out the room, leaving you behind, except Hyun-ju.

You sat on the ground, breathing heavily, hands shaking, legs shaking, vision blurry. you didn't even realize who left and who stayed with you, you were in complete shock.

"Hey, y/n, breathe" Hyun-ju said, kneeling in front of you. She held you by your shoulders while she talked softly.

A soft voice came out her lips "Y/n, look at me".

Your eyes looked at hers.

"Breathe with me" She whispered, taking your hand in hers and pressing it on her chest, so you could feel her calm breathing.

While trying to match your breathing with hers, you started to feel more calm, you didn't say a word but you noticed how warm tears started to fall down your cheeks.

"You're doing amazing, keep going"

Once your breathing came back to normal, you finally let out some whines, slowly melting into Hyun-ju's arms, crying.

She just hugged you, she didn't talk, she didn't put any kind of pressure on you, she just let you vent on her shoulder, wetting her shirt.

You felt how her big hands were caressing your back, making you feel safe, heard.

"Thanks..." You muttered as you pulled away from her.

"It's okay, is the least I can do" She uttered, leaving a soft peak on your forehead, with her fingers brushing away some stray hairs that were on your face

The girl helped you stand up and gave you one last tight hug, long enough for you to notice the fast beat of her heart, before you both started walking in silence towards the bedroom.

You don't know what you would do without her.

a/n: I feel it was really rushed 😭

(I don't know how to write fight scenes y'all)

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!

[luvrxbunny]

winter wonderland

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader 

Prompt: Strip Club

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 2.9k

A/N: uhh idk i kinda feel like i have to have an author's note? Idk what to say tho (not proofread) and um. ily guys <3 

Bucky walks around his club, admiring his dancers- not sexually, never in that way. He admires them for their discipline, strength, and determination, he couldn’t do half the things they do on the pole, all with a smile and trying to look appealing to the hungry gaze of the men in the audience. He makes sure everything is ready for tonight, he just expanded to a new area and this is his grand opening. He hired some new talent, a new bartender, and spared no expense on alcohol, lights, and outfits for his girls.

He walks past the practice room and hears music blaring inside, a slow sultry, rock-esk song. He turns to see a group of girls standing by the window, watching whatever’s happening inside the room. “Psst.” He gets the attention of one of the girls, Fawn. “What’s happening in there?” He keeps his voice low, a hushed whisper to not distract the other girls and Fawn’s face lights up in excitement. “Oh my god, Winter. You haven’t met her?!” Her New York accent is thick with shock. 

He feels a bit embarrassed at her reaction and she’s right, he should’ve met her by now but he’s been too busy. His expansion took him away from being hands-on more than he had accounted for, he had to outsource hiring to Cheetah. He gives her a shrug and prompts her to keep talking. “Well, she’s new to the scene, a cute little thing, nice little schtick she’s got going on.” He nods as she speaks, taking in her little pieces of information. “She- You know what? No. Go meet her! You were there for my audition, the poor girl hasn’t even seen you yet.”

He looks at her with his eyes wide, surprised at how she’s commending him, someone who’s technically her boss. “Okay, Fawn. Tone down the spice.” He scoffs at her with a smirk before opening the door, her cackle-like laugh fading out as he enters the room. Your music takes over his ears, a harsh beat, mechanical type of song. When he looks up you’re nothing like he expected. You have baby pink lingerie on, bunny ears sprouting from your head, soft white cuffs on your wrists and ankles with jewels littering your body. Your eyes are closed, your bottom lip tucked beneath your teeth, your brows furrowed in concentration as you spin, flip your body, and slide down the pole, showing off the little tuft, your bunny tail, at the base of your spine. 

Your eyes are still shut lightly as you flip again, your feet planted on the ground as you walk around the pole slowly. There’s an irresistible arch in your back and you keep your toes pointed as they touch down on the ground. You spin yourself around, a ballerina spin before unhooking your leg and repositioning your hand for a carousel spin, showing yourself off. The song ends and you slowly drop yourself to the ground, sitting pretty with your hands still on the pole while the music dies out. You flop back onto the floor, panting from exertion with a smile on your face and your eyes still closed. 

He just stares at you for a moment, your skin glistening with sweat, your chest heaving, and his dick pressing desperately against the fabric of his pants. 

He never reacts to his dancers like this, it’s always purely appreciative, of their art and the work they put in. He knows the business inside out, he’s seen the struggle his dancers go through to keep their bodies appealing, to master certain moves. He’s never been able to see the arousal of it since seeing the inner workings, it’s like watching a workout video to him. Your dance though, the way you move, your outfit, the stark contrast between your aesthetic and the song, something about it all seemed to be a perfect storm for him. He’s buzzing with want. He wants you. 

You’re still panting on the ground, your breaths beginning to even out some more when he speaks up. “That was impressive.” You shoot up into a seated position, your breaths quickening again in fear. Your eyes land on him and you stand up, covering your body slightly as you back up, standing behind the pole like it could help you, the action brings a soft smile to his face. “Who are you?”

He walks towards you, taking his hands from his pockets and holding them up in surrender. You back up even further and notice the window in the practice room, and how many girls are giggling on the other side. You jump and look back at him frantically- seemingly surprised at how many people had been watching you. “Calm down, honey. I’m Winter, this is my club.” Your back straightens and your hands drop to your sides before settling behind your back and you half bow to him before standing up straight and shaking your head at yourself.”Oh-! Hell- Hi, sir. I- My name is B- well, I go by Bunny.” 

You have a soft, nervous smile and your eyes keep darting to the girls in the window, gawking at the interaction. “Nice to meet you, Bunny. Would you like to come to my office?” You breathe out a sigh of relief and nod at him desperately before rushing to his side, following him out of the practice room and into his office.

He gives you a large coat he had on a rack in the corner of his office with a chuckle before walking around to sit on his side of the desk. “Sorry, I don’t have something nicer for you. I usually have these really nice bath towel type things? But I uh- I left them at my other location so…” He trails off awkwardly and smooths his hands over his desk. He looks up at you and you’re just staring at him with a little amused smirk on your face. “What?”

You giggle at him, leaning forward as you laugh and he tries not to stare at your cleavage. “You’re- You seem awfully nervous for like- a strip club owner.” He actually belly laughs at that, it shoots from his chest, shocking to his own ears when he hears him. His laughs die down before your giggles and his chest warms at the sound, along with his cock as the rest of his blood rushes south. “To be honest, Bunny. I think that’s just you.” You laugh even more at that and it stabs his ego for a moment. 

“I’m the only one who thinks that? I mean- It could be just how I’m seeing the situation but-” He tries not to laugh at your misunderstanding. “No, Bunny.” He cuts you off. “You’re the only one who makes me nervous.” Your rambling stops short, your back straightens again and his jacket begins to fall off your shoulders, exposing a bit more of your outfit. His eyes can’t help but dart down to take the sight in. It stabs him with arousal, he takes a sharp breath and leans back in his chair, spreading his legs to give his cock more room to grow, filling and fattening up for you. 

“M-me? Cus- Is it like- because you- because we haven’t met before or..?” Your eyes dart around the room and your breathing is picking up. He can see your hips wiggling in the seat, either grinding into it or pressing your legs together- his new position takes his view from your lower half. His eyes trail up your body before meeting yours. “That’s not why, sweetheart.” You shake your head lightly with a little breath of disbelief. You have a questioning look in your eyes, like you truly believe that he’s lying or you’re completely misreading the situation. 

“I mean-” You gain a cocky smirk, like you’ve finally figured out what’s really happening. “I’m a stripper, it’s kinda my jo-ob” You have a little tune in your voice, sing-songy, like it’s a joke. His face is straight when you look back up to him, not finding one hint of amusement in his eyes. 

“Actually.” He sits back up in his chair, clasping his hands over his desk and leaning into you. “I find it harder to understand the- the more erotic side of stripping. Your work is artistic to me, I’m generally indifferent to all my dancers but-” His breathing shudders as he recalls your dance. “Something about your-” His mouth gapes as he tries to pinpoint what it is exactly that’s affecting him so much but he can’t think of just one. “You. Something about you is- seems to be affecting me.”

His eyes trail up your body and stop on yours as he finishes his sentence. There’s something so penetrating about his gaze, you can feel yourself heating up under it, a tingle growing between your legs and your panties beginning to dampen. You’re still cautious though, for all you know he could do this with every dancer. “You don’t usually—?” He cuts you off before you can even finish your question. “Never.”

You look him over, taking in his features and deciding whether he’s lying or not. You look in his eyes and they look… truthful. So you lunge for him, crashing his lips into yours, earning a shocked moan from his lips as his large hand comes up to hold your head in place. You lean closer to him, trying to get as close as possible until the desk begins to dig into your ribcage. You separate from him with a moan, a dissatisfied whine falling from his lips until he sees you rushing to his side of the desk, immediately seating yourself in his lap and connecting your lips back to his. 

His hands are on your hips with a groan as he instantly grinds up into you, pressing his hot bulge against your clothed clit. You moan into his mouth, detaching your lips to watch the way his hips move against you, how his hands dig into your hips and grind you onto his cock. His head is thrown back and he’s moaning a bit louder than you would’ve expected, you’re drinking them up. You look back at him and arch your back, leaning to him and changing the angle of your hips over his cock. You kiss at his chin, whining against his bottom lip as he assaults your clit. 

The fabric of the lingerie is creating so much friction against your clit, it feels good until it borders on painful, almost rubbing you raw with the rough material until he sticks his hand through the side of your panties, gathers all your nectar that’s been resting at the entrance of your hole and spread it all over your pussy, bringing that perfect slickness back to your clit and winning himself a moan of “Winter” against his neck. 

He grunts at your outburst and brings his hands back to your hips. “Bucky, sweetheart. Call- shit. Call me, Bucky, baby.” You whine louder into his neck, insanely turned on by the fact that he trusts you with his real name and wants you to moan it for him. You’re too in your head though, mulling over your own thoughts, in the clouds to comply with his wishes. He thinks it’s because he’s not giving you enough so he backs your hips up. 

Your head is buried in his neck and you whine at the loss of movement. You peek your head back to see what he’s doing and watch him fumble with his underwear, jeans already undone and unzipped, his hand now down his pants, jerking himself quickly before pulling it out. Your hips tilt to him subconsciously once his cock is out, red, leaking, and throbbing for you. You can already imagine how deep he’ll go, how sore you’ll be after, and how you won’t be able to think of anything but him while you dance for other men. 

You lunge for his lips again as your hand reaches down for his cock, your fingers overlapping with his as you wrap your hand around his tip, forcing his out of the way as you slide down his shaft. He moans into your lips and brings his hand to the back of your head, holding your face to his lips more aggressively as his hips begin to thrust into your hand rhythmically. You pull back and consider letting him cum like this. The sight is something to behold, his shirt slightly lifted, showing off his happy trail to his unzipped jeans, his cock, big, pink, and pulsing in your hand with his eyes squeezed shut and moans spilling from his lips. You almost let him cum like that. 

But then his thrusts change into a swivel, fucking himself into your hand languid and passionately and you’re suddenly jealous of your fist. So you let go, pull your panties aside, and seat yourself on his cock before he can even process what’s happening. His eyes shoot open with a yelp and one hand comes to grip your hip painfully while the other slams down on the desk before running over his face and through his hair. “D- hmmm.” He breathes out a frustrated breath of air that sounds like a groan. “I’m trying to last for you, Bunny. I don’t do this.” His hand loosely gestures between the two of you.

You’re nodding at him, half understanding what he’s saying but most of your strength is trying to stop your pussy from fluttering around him due to the intense stare he’d holding you with as he reprimands you. You breathe a sigh of relief and immediately start bouncing on his cock once he’s done talking. His eyes roll back and his hands grip your hips, trying to keep them down but not having enough strength to stop the overwhelming pleasure you’re pummeling him with. “Bunny-” He says your name like a warning and his hand tenses over your hip, you would listen if you weren't so far gone. 

His cock has been pressed against your G-Spot since you dropped yourself on him. Your legs are too weak to push yourself off his cock far enough to rearrange him so you’ve just been fucking him into that spot again and again, unable to escape the pleasure. Your eyes are permanently on the ceiling, almost rolled back and your mouth open, letting ruined moans fall from your lips like a siren song. You’re calling to him, begging him with your sounds to take over and thrust himself into you, asking for him to fill your tight pussy. 

His hands tighten over your waist and grind you onto him as his hips begin to jump in his chair, fucking into you with a force that’s making you see stars. “Bucky! Th- there! Don’t stop, Bucky.” You wrap your arms around him and his hand comes to the arch of your back, holding your body against him. “Fuck. What’re you doin’ to me, doll? Gonna make me cum so hard.” His hand slides to your upper back as your head lifts from his neck, your dazed eyes fixated on his lips. “M’gonna cum so hard for you.” His hand pushes you into his lips with a moan, you’re able to catch the way his eyes roll back when your lips meet before yours slip shut. He whines into your lips as his thrusts become weaker, more frantic, and lose their pace. 

You pull away from him to moan into his mouth, unable to contain any sounds as he shoves you over the edge. Your body convulses, folding into his as you become a vice around him, choking his cock and forcing his orgasm to spew from his tip. It tears through him like a hurricane, every muscle tensing, his arms almost crushing you in their embrace as a painful groan shakes out of him and devolves into a whimper as your pussy coaxes more cum from his pulsing cock. 

Your hips are grinding into him mindlessly, overstimulating the both of you as your orgasms die down. Bucky is whining pathetically under you, begging you to stop, slow down, and calm down all with his hands still on your hips. Instead of stopping you though, he’s just resting them there, letting you take whatever you need from him with no resistance. 

Your hips eventually calm down, slowing to a stop over him, resting your head on his shoulder and basking in the silence of the room, in how his hand rubs over your back before pausing to draw random shapes. You’re drifting to sleep in his hold, humming contentedly when he presses kisses to the top of your head.

Someone knocks and opens his door without waiting got an answer. He spins in his chair around to hide your body from view. “What is the point of knocking if you’re not going to wait for an answer?” He speaks to the person in a sharp whisper. “Oh. My. God. I didn’t mean for you to get to know her like this! Jeez, boss.” Fawn. He turns slightly, only enough to see her and so she can see the serious look on his face. “Not a word to anyone.” She rolls her eyes and pulls his door shut with a snort. 

You start to writhe in his lap, groaning, and your brows furrow. He coos at you until you fall back into your deep sleep, a soft smile on his face when you bury your face in his neck and breathe out a soft exhale. He whispers soft words in your ear, rubbing over your skin to keep you warm until showtime. 

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