#hyeju x reader

[wonysugar]

i’ll wake you up | son hyeju

synopsis : she looked just like the moon.. maybe that’s why you took her gaze as an invitation to doze off.

pairing : stranger!hyeju x sleepdeprived!femreader

genre : fluffy! strangers to… NOT strangers? idk reader thinks hyeju is pretty

tags : subway, reader is TIREDDD, fluff, one shot, that’s basically it lmfao

word count : 1k (?)

12:29 am.

you thought that living so far away from your university was going to help romanticize your studies more, yknow! make you wanna glam up and actually wanna go on campus in the first place. turns out, after a couple of semesters, you were more than wrong,

and you realized that just now, especially since it’s, again, 12:29 am and you’re trying to get back home using public transport whilst also running on barely 2 hours of sleep!

being in this type of situation made you rethink your whole original thought process; romanticizing my ass, you thought, i don’t even have a car, who made me think getting into a university that far away from my home was a good idea??

as you pondered, you didn’t realize how your eyes seemed to close by themselves, almost like they were being forcefully shut tight by some invisible force; despite the numerous loud noises assaulting your ears, the ones that would prevent you from falling asleep in an average context, you were getting dangerously close to snoozing. you fought back and mentally slapped yourself to stay conscious, of course, not wanting to doze off in the middle of some practically empty subway, (especially not this late into the night). the thought of finally getting some rest, however, no mind the place, was very tempting. 

god, what you would’ve done to be in your bed at that moment.

as time passed, you were getting more and more absorbed by your own progressively ambiguous thoughts and felt your eyes get heavier, eventually falling deeper into a state of deep and extreme fatigue. 

it wouldn’t hurt to rest your eyes for a few minutes, right? you thought.

giving into the desire, you finally allowed your eyes to take a break and closed them, feeling almost immediate relief when you did.

until that relief turned into annoyance.

your eyes attempted to rest for what felt like only a small minute, the only thing preventing you from fully falling into a deep state of slumber being the movement of the transport and the stress of potentially missing your stop.

this was useless, only thing you could do was push through the whole ride and crash into your bed as soon as you get home.

when your eyes eventually fluttered back open, you raised your head back up and blinked away the sleepiness, allowing yourself to get used to reality, the setting and environment of the subway becoming familiar to you again. because, despite that break being short, it was enough for you to feel like you were dreaming. 

you cluelessly looked around, from the left to your right; the latter being the direction that your head was strangely leaning into. you were immediately greeted by an unexpected sight. 

a woman that looked about your age, but something about her somehow radiated maturity. her visage was coated with nothing but gentleness, yet her gaze was so strangely stern and tense, offering a balanced contrast to her face; she looked intimidating, yet had more than a welcoming aura. the girl’s facial structure was beautiful, too, but you mostly noticed how her long, wavy and healthy-looking black hair gracefully fell onto the slightly chubby sides of her face before you observed all of her other features with close attention. 

her mouth had somewhat of a downward triangular shape, it almost looked like a natural pout; you still could barely register anything in front of you at that moment, but you knew it was captivating.

man, you thought, she’s really pretty.

then, you realized that the reason why she was staring at you in that worried, puzzled manner.

you fell asleep on her shoulder.

“a-are you okay—“

before she could finish her sentence, that realization made you quickly snap back into reality and freak, very clearly embarrassed out of your damn mind, “shit, i’m so so sorry i didn’t mean to doze off like that, dear god i’m sorry—“

“i-it’s fine. i promise, it’s okay.” she waved her hands around wearing a subtle and compassionate smile, nervously trying to make you understand that what you did was completely harmless. 

you? you rubbed your eyes, groaning. you were still mentally slapping yourself for doing something that embarrassing; you rested your head and slept on a stranger’s shoulder. a stranger. it may not seem like that big of a deal, but to someone as socially awkward and anxious as yourself? this was suicide.

giggling to herself at your visible and quite frankly unnecessary distress, she slightly tugged on your shirt as a way to catch your attention. once she had it, she proceeded,

“you’re okay, it didn’t bother me at all, i swear. if anything, you probably need to get more hours of sleep if you just take naps on people’s shoulders like that.”

all you could do was look away in a guilty and embarrassed manner, she was right.

then, she spoke up again. “i’ll tell you what,” she smiled, before asking, “which one’s your stop?” 

you stumbled on your words, still slightly fatigued, before answering, “uh.. l-lampfield.”

“ah,” she said softly, smiling politely, “that’s my stop too. it won’t be a while till we get there, so.. you can sleep some more.” 

“but—“

“i insist. seriously don’t worry about it.” 

“o-okay… alright.” you shyly nodded.

she gently wrapped her arm around you and placed her hand behind your head, carefully pushing it onto her shoulder yet again. a sense of relief and comfort invaded your entire body upon being in small contact with her hands, especially when her fingers nicely massaged your scalp.

with every word she softly spoke, she lit up the entire dark subway with light. she radiated light with her presence alone; not sunlight, though… something more discreet than sunlight, something that quietly heals you and keeps you safe from the nearby darkness, unlike the sun that exhibits it for everyone to see. something like… moonlight.

yeah, you figured it out, that’s what she looked like. 

she looked like the moon. 

maybe that’s why it was so effortless to just fall asleep around her.

you let yourself get comfortable as you leaned against her for support. and before you felt yourself get sleepy once again, this time from her tender touch, you heard her same familiar voice place in a few words. words that made you feel safer than any lullaby ever could, words that made you wonder if you would get the chance to ever ask her name.

“i’ll wake you up.”

[lynnsquared]

Who you belong to || gp!Hyeju x f!Reader

an : to the anon that requested this hiii baby i'm sorry this took me so long 😭🙏 i hope even tho it took forever (for reasons i will not force upon you innocent tumblrinas) you still love it and u dont mind the fact that i am clearly inexperienced at writing gp 😎🤙 btw guys this is my first actual fic post so plzz enjoy there will def be more in the future :) cw : big dick hyeju 🙏, dom!hyeju/sub!reader, jealous!hyeju, hyeju calls u a slut a bunch so degradation, creampie, SOOYOUNG MENTION!111!!!11!!11!!, idek 😭 barely proofread also wc : 1.5k

All Hyeju could do was huff when she pumped her fingers in and out of your cunt. Tears welled up in your eyes as Hyeju scolded you. How could you ever be so stupid? It was one thing to flirt with Sooyoung, but another to flirt with Sooyoung in front of your girlfriend. Whether it was actually flirting or simply being touchy didn’t matter to her. All that mattered was that it happened and that she hated it.

Hyeju had you sandwiched between the wall of your room and her body. She lifted your leg high to give her “easier access” to your pussy, and she didn’t care how uncomfortable it was for you. In this moment, she only cared about making you remember who you belonged to; You did. 

"You like this, don’t you? You like when my fingers abuse your pussy?" Hyeju brought her mouth to your ear and degraded you with a low growl. She could feel her dick throbbing in her pants as she watched how your body responded to her, noting the way you squirmed and moaned every time she rammed her fingers into your hole with loud smacks. "You’re such a slut.. Flirting with other women in front of me just to get horny when I punish you for it? Such a slut.."

The only things you could muster for responses were pathetic whines and pleas, begging her to slow down. Hyeju, of course, didn't. With every plea, her touch only got rougher, and her growls only got lower. Your body didn't seem to care how bad it hurt. You could feel yourself clench around Hyeju's fingers. From that familiar clench, she knew you were about to cum.

"Hm, you're cumming already?" She questioned, slowing her thrusts down just a bit. When you nodded, she spoke again with a low laugh, "Yeah.. not yet."

The moment you felt your mind turning blank with pleasure, Hyeju took her fingers out of your folds. As you whimpered, upset your climax was taken from you, you could hear Hyeju unzipping her jeans. Promptly, you heard them hit the floor. With her boxers still on, she started grinding her cock against your pussy, laughing when you moaned from the shock. "I bet your needy pussy wants my cock, hm?"

What you hated the most was that she was right. You felt a bit empty without her filling you up. Even though she was mad at you, her behavior made you hornier than ever. Heat shot up to your face and flushed it. As a ramification of that, tears welled up in your eyes. Hyeju noticed almost immediately, groaning as she continued to grind, "Is my little slut crying? Do you want my dick that bad?" 

"I-I want… I want it.." All you could do was stutter and nod as tears streamed down your face. Hyeju gripped your chin and smirked at the sight, loving how your mascara left streaks on your cheeks. 

"Are you sure? Are you sure you deserve my cock?" You nodded weakly again. "Speak up, slut. Tell me how bad you want me to claim you."

You could barely speak as you whimpered, trying to figure out what to say to please her. You didn't want to sound too needy because you were worried that she wouldn't fuck you at all as an extension of your punishment, but you were. With a long whine, you eventually stuttered out a pathetic, "W-wan' your cock so bad, Hyeju. Want to feel you fill me.."

The instant your words fell on Hyeju's ears, she pulled her cock from her boxers and slammed it into you without warning. Both of you gasped as your cunt consumed all seven thick inches with a tight clench. While her gasp came from the pleasurable feeling of your tight walls hugging her dick, yours came from the shock of her tip hitting your cervix. Though there was a sharp pain that came as her cock penetrated your pussy, you were so desperate to cum that it didn't matter.

"Hm, fuck, you like that?" When she spoke to you, her voice was breathy and slightly teasing. She started to rock her hips a bit, moving her cock inside of you and moaning as she did so. She was so big, you almost couldn’t take it. A smirk formed on Hyeju's face as she felt your walls tighten around her. "Would you clench like that for Sooyoung, slut?"

"No, only you," You cried out, tears continuing to stream down your cheeks as Hyeju began to pump her dick in and out of your cunt rapidly, "...Only want you, Hyeju."

"That’s what I thought." Hyeju started to pant as she shifted your position, now fully pushing you against the wall and holding you up by both of your legs as she continued to pound her cock into you. The only sounds in the room were Hyeju's heavy breathing, your pathetic whimpers, and the wet slapping of Hyejus balls hitting your ass. It was safe to say these noises only turned you on more. 

Hyeju's hands gripped your thighs tightly. If you could see them, there would be indents from her nails. The visual reminders that you were hers, such as the nail indents or the mascara streaks, made Hyeju coo. She knew that no matter how much you flirt with another woman, only she could fuck you like this. Only she could leave marks on you like this. 

With the amount of times Hyeju had called you a slut, you felt yourself starting to believe it. You believed it the most when you felt your orgasm approaching just mere minutes after her thick cock began to pierce you. What kind of woman gets touchy with another girl and cums when her girlfriend punishes her by using her like a toy? A slut does. 

You could feel that Hyeju was going to cum quickly as well, as her pent-up frustration likely made her more sensitive. Her pace quickened, her cock twitched inside of your tight walls, and her breath began to get airier. She groaned before moving you from the wall to your bed, ramming herself into you again after she heard you whine for more. 

"Still whining, huh?" She ridiculed. As she quickened her pace, you felt her dick hitting every spot it needed to. With every thrust you could feel yourself clenching harder and harder as you were painfully close to cumming. 

"Fuck, if you keep clenching, I'll cum too," Hyeju leaned down and grunted into your ear as both of you felt your highs approaching. Between her heavy pants, Hyeju's voice turned from aggressive to genuine with one statement:

"Can I cum inside?" 

With that simple phrase, you felt yourself let loose completely. Though you stuttered out a pathetic moan of permission, you couldn't quite figure out what part of that caused such an extreme reaction. Maybe it was the sudden tenderness in her tone, but you decided not to dwell on it as you allowed yourself to fully embrace your orgasm. 

As yours came, Hyeju's orgasm followed. The way your body tensed as you came felt too good around her cock. She couldn't help but shoot her hot seed into you before pulling out. As she pulled away, she backed up a little to see the mixture of your cum leaking out of your pussy and cooed. Without saying a word, she plugged the mix of liquids up with two fingers, eliciting you to let out a sharp whine.

Hyeju flopped down next to you and sighed, looking at you with sultry eyes. With a slight chuckle, she took her fingers away from your core and brought them to your mouth. You began to suck the slick from her fingers, moaning a bit as you did so to please her.

"Do you remember who you belong to now?" She asked, beginning to gently caress your arm. You were so fucked-out, all you could do was nod. "No, baby, you need to use your words."

"You, Hyeju.. I belong to you.." She hummed at your response before leaning in and pressing open-mouth kisses down your neck. As your initial horniness faded, you now felt a need to apologize to Hyeju for rubbing up on another woman. "I'm sorry for being clingy with sooyoung. Only you could fuck me like this.. I could only belong to you."

"That's right." You could feel her lips curve into a sinister smile as she bit down, sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck to leave a hickey. "I'm glad you can acknowledge it now, but don't ever put yourself in a situation where you need to acknowledge it again."

And again, she pulled away. She brought herself back to your level and brushed hair out of your face as you cooed, nuzzling into her like nothing had happened. You found that this was the most comfortable way to fall asleep; Your brain was fried from Hyeju fucking you, both of you were sweaty and worn out, and cum was leaking from your pussy and staining the sheets. Yes, you regretted hurting her, but a part of you was thankful you woke up Hyeju's jealous side.

[goldennikko]

SOFT SPOT — son hyeju

summary : you'd never admit it to anyone, but hyeju was your weakness. however, a certain someone knew.

pairing : olivia hye x 13th member!reader

tags : f!reader ; idol!au ; reader is '99 liner ; cold!reader ; hurt/comfort (?) ; mentions of chuu leaving loona ; mentions of bbc ; swearing

requested: ✔

word count : 3.1k

you stared at the message that flashed across your phone screen minutes ago, sent by a family member who supported your journey with the group, as you sat in the living room with some of your members. it was an article about one of your members, jiwoo, to be specific, and your eyes scanned the seemingly incomprehensible sentences of the statement.

you just stared at it in silence, your head trying to catch up with the news and your millions of panicked thoughts, but your brain refused to accept the information until you heard a pair of feet padding around the corner and looked up just in time for the maknae to appear.

"is it true?" yeojin sobbed, her voice breaking as she stared at you through misty eyes that screamed denial at the news that had just reached you.

you avoided her gaze, unsure how to respond to her question because you were still trying to wrap your head around it. your gaze returned to your phone, and you scanned the article's headline for the nth time in the previous ten minutes.

breaking: loona's agency announces chuu's removal from the group

you close your eyes, feeling your heart break as a result of yeojin's cry.

"jiwoo unnie is leaving us?"

you tuned out the rest of the conversation, which was just the older members trying to take control of the situation and care for the younger ones because haseul hadn't returned home yet, both kahei and hyunjin were on their respective schedules, and no one knew where jiwoo was at the moment.

"that's not fucking true." 

because of sooyoung's outburst, you opened your eyes and met hyeju's blank eyes, which mirrored yours, before averting your gaze to sooyoung, who had been silent for the past few minutes and was just glaring holes into her phone screen.

"there's no fucking way jiwoo would do that." she seethed.

"haseul unnie is not answering her phone." jinsol murmured, taking the phone away from her ear to quickly text haseul before trying again. she looked at yerim, trying to stop her sobs, and wrapped her arm around the younger girl, allowing her to cry into her shoulder.

"same with jiwoo, cannot be reached." in frustration, jungeun almost threw the phone away, but she managed to keep her cool despite the mounting tears.

you couldn't take the pain any longer, so you got up and left, not looking back even when heejin summoned you with a pleading tone in her voice.

"y/n unnie. unnie, please."

however, you did not listen and walked down the corridor, causing the girl to sigh sadly.

hyeju remained silent in her seat as she watched you walk away; even when you disappeared into your room, which you shared with kahei, jungeun, heejin, and chaewon. she just stared at the spot you were previously at. 

her body was itching to move, to follow you. 

her brain yelled at her to get up and move.

however, she couldn't.

everyone knew you and your coping mechanisms in situations like this, when you felt suffocated and trapped. you isolate yourself.

hyeju wanted to join you, but after seeing how you refused to even be in the same room as them and ignored heejin's call, she sat back down.

haseul soon returned with teary eyes, and she burst into tears when she saw her members crying together in the living room, causing another wave of tears from everyone. some of the members tried to console everyone who was crying, but they teared up with them and looked away. 

meanwhile, you were curled up in bed, hugging the animal plushie jiwoo had given you, your jaw clenched as you heard the cries from the living room. you closed your eyes, blocking the noise with pillows, which did nothing, but sleep found its way to you, and you were soon drifting off, your mind filled with thoughts of jiwoo leaving the group.

"is she still not out yet?" 

night arrived, jiwoo had not yet returned, and you had not left the room, even locking your roommates out. haseul tried to coax you out earlier after arriving and explaining the situation to the others, but she got no response.

sooyoung and jungeun also tried, the latter cursing you for locking them out, which you heard but knew was a joke and her attempt to get you to unlock the door. however, it also did not work.

it was now kahei's turn. when she got home, she didn't even look at her members because she was focused on getting you out of the room. it took a long time, and everyone waited in anticipation, with hyeju staring intently into the corridor as if her gaze would be enough to call you back.

the oldest, like the others, returned with a worried frown. she shook her head at haseul, then looked at hyunjin, who was leaning on heejin for support.

hyeju clicked her tongue, cursing your stubborn nature. "she's not going to."

haseul sighed. "she hasn't had her lunch or dinner yet."

hyeju frowned as she looked at the food on the table, her worry growing as she stared at it. despite being younger, she cared for you. hyeju cast another glance down the corridor, wishing you would just leave your room. her body moved an inch, but she managed to shake herself out of it just as she was about to get out of her seat.

however, the elbow digging into her side made her jump, and she turned to chaewon with an annoyed frown, which chaewon returned with her own. the girl had been watching hyeju's internal conflict the entire time, watching her tense eyes move back and forth between the corridor, the table, and her palms.

"go." chaewon nudged her head in the direction of your room, and hyeju took a brief glance before shaking her head.

"unnie wants to be alone."

the other girl gave her another irritated look. "the look you two shared earlier says otherwise."

hyeju shook her head and averted her gaze, your guarded expression and helpless eyes from earlier when you made eye contact flashing through her mind. "i don't know what you're talking about."

pausing, they turned to yerim when she spoke, sniffling quietly. "we shouldn't force y/n unnie. she's… quite scary."

hyunjin shook her head. "but we need unnie right now."

chaewon leaned into hyeju while the others started to argue, causing the other girl to instinctively lean away from her. chaewon didn't mind, simply raising a brow at hyeju, who frowned.

"look, if anyone can get past unnie's cold and guarded exterior, it's you." chaewon tried to persuade the younger girl, and jinsol next to them nodded, but they were both too preoccupied with the situation to notice her. "jiwoo unnie can do it as well, considering they're best friends, but that's extremely rare."

hyeju remained silent as she processed chaewon's words, but she was taking too long, and chaewon's patience was running thin.

they needed you, and someone has to get you out of there.

chaewon's hand found hyeju's shoulder, and hyeju felt the arm against her lower back. hyeju tensed up and turned to glare at chaewon, but the girl beat her to it and pushed her out of her seat.

when she felt herself being pushed out of her seat, hyeju had to play it off in front of the others to avoid embarrassment, silently walking past them and sending chaewon one last look. chaewon simply smiled sarcastically at her, proud of what she had accomplished, and watched as hyeju walked down the corridor.

"hyeju's gonna try?" sooyung inquired, thumbs too busy typing yet another message to jiwoo. yeojin stood nearby, trying to peek over to read the lengthy message.

chaewon nodded and haseul sighed, worry written all over the leader's face. "i hope she can do it."

hyeju stood there, her fist raised to knock on the door, but hesitations took precedence, so she just stood there. she stared at the door, expecting it to open magically, but it didn't. she sighed in frustration and turned to leave before your voice from within made her freeze, shoulders rising to show the tension.

"hyeju."

hyeju's gaze returned to the door, her face flushed with embarrassment that she tried to hide with her usual poker face. hyeju knew if you saw her right now, you'd notice she was embarrassed, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try to hide the flush across her cheeks. hyeju heard the door unlock, and luckily for her, you didn't open it, giving her time to gather her thoughts.

"come in."

hyeju did as she was told, relieved that you weren't pushing her away like you do with the members. she stood in the doorway, staring at you as you sat on your bed, a deep frown on your face. 

when you two fell silent, you looked at the tense girl, who jumped slightly when your gaze landed on her, putting on a brave face despite the flush creeping up her neck. despite being amused, you couldn't bring yourself to laugh at her and instead patted the space next to you.

"don't just stand there, idiot."

hyeju clicked her tongue. "who are you calling an idiot, huh?"

despite her grumbled response, the younger girl approached you and sat down next to you, shoulders tense and arms crossed in front of her chest.

"you. who else?" you quipped.

the girl glared at you. "between us, you're the idiot."

"sure, hyeju. sure."

hyeju kept staring at you as you pretended to be unconcerned. she noticed how your seemingly blank eyes scanned the room as if for the first time, but hyeju knew it was a habit you'd developed over time. it meant you were attempting to postpone and, hopefully, avoid the upcoming confrontation or conversation she was about to spring on you.

her gaze was drawn to your clasped hands in your lap, your thumb running over the back of your hand, your nail lightly scratching the reddening skin. it meant that you were anxious the entire time you were locked inside the room, despite the cold mask you were wearing.

her gaze returned to your face, and her brow furrowed and nose scrunched at the same time as yours. hyeju knew you found something really repulsive just by that action, so she followed your gaze and saw the animal plushie.

"i thought you loved that plushie?" hyeju queried, knowing jiwoo gave it to you.

you huffed. "i do."

"then why are you glaring at it?"

you noticed her carefully staring at your side profile, attempting to read you. if hyeju was difficult to read, you were even more difficult to crack. despite knowing all of your habits, hyeju found it hard to read you.

you shook your head. "i wasn't."

hyeju gave you a look and merely pointed at your brow. "your brow just twitched."

"and?" you urged, raising the mentioned brow at her.

she blinked. "you're lying."

"i'm not." you huffed and your brow twitched again, causing hyeju to point it out.

"your brow twitched."

you sighed, annoyance in your tone, and hyeju just stared at you, not even slightly offended because she knew you were irritated by the fact that she could read you this time, not with her specifically.

"what do you want, hyeju?" you asked, your facade gradually melting away. 

you avoided her calculating gaze, and maybe it was just your imagination, but you noticed a hint of softness swirling in her orbs. 

"i don't wanna go back out there just yet."

"i was not going to force you." hyeju said, shrugging.

you shared a brief glance. "then what are you doing here?"

it was hyeju's turn to look away, her face flushed with embarrassment. the words were on the tip of her tongue, and they plagued her mind, but she couldn't say them in front of you because she knew you'd tease her.

i wanted to be here with you.

so she swallowed the words and replaced them with her own remark to lightly tease you.

"the unnies told me to check on you. i didn't want to, but they threatened me."

when you went silent, hyeju took a look at you but quickly turned away when she saw your intense orbs. you watched the redness on her face worsen, but you didn't say anything and exhaled. you knew she was lying though. if the redness of her face wasn't enough proof, the way her eyes shook when they met yours was.

"what do we do?" hyeju asked after a moment of silence, trying to get you to open up.

you hummed, glancing at the plushie. "i don't know. i'm not sure."

"and how are you feeling?"

hyeju was met with silence, but she knew you were just gathering your thoughts, so she waited for your response, if you were going to respond at all. either way, she wouldn't mind and would stay with you, sitting next to you to offer you the support you desperately needed.

"nothing."

hyeju looked at you, watching your hair get in the way as you shook your head, hiding your misty eyes behind a curtain of strands.

"i feel nothing."

hyeju acknowledged you with a hum and reached out. her fingertips touched your skin, making you tense and her pause as she waited for you to push her away. when you remained silent, hyeju tucked your hair behind your ear and frowned as she finally caught sight of your eyes.

"i'm not gonna say we're gonna be okay because we both know that's bullshit." hyeju murmured, triumphantly smiling as she noticed the slight and quick upturn of the corner of your lips after hearing her curse. "but i'm…"

you looked at her, your ears perking up as she trailed off, and you saw hesitation written all over her face. hyeju scrunched her nose in disapproval as she prepared to finish her sentence, and you simply smiled, imagining the internal conflict going on in her head.

you weren't prepared, though, because her words came out faster than you expected.

"but i'm here for you."

you and hyeju exchanged glances, yours filled with surprise and hers with embarrassment. hyeju glared at you as you blinked, trying to process her words. when you did, you turned away because it was your turn to turn red, the color crawling up your neck and across your nose. hyeju couldn't see it because you had turned completely away from her, but she watched you as you scooted closer to her, still refusing to look at her.

"what are you—?"

when she felt your head land on her shoulders, her entire body tensed. her heart flipped in her chest, and her face turned even redder than it had been. you were also quiet, waiting for the younger girl to calm down before speaking.

"i can't stay."

hyeju opened her mouth to speak, brow furrowed, to say something in response to your statement, but you squeezed her thigh, preventing the refusal from spilling out.

"the company is shit and jiwoo's leaving. i love you and the girls, but if jiwoo won't be here, what is the point?"

hyeju remained silent to consider your words, shaky panicked eyes darting all over the place in panic before settling on your hand, where you had begun picking at your skin as you awaited her response. the younger girl, irritated, put her hand over your clasped hands, causing you to freeze.

"stop that." hyeju grumbled, causing you to huff.

"i'm trying, but it's a habit."

hyeju felt your finger move to poke your skin as you replied, so she took your right hand and pulled it over to her lap, intertwining your fingers. you blinked as you watched her stroke the red skin with her thumb, a red hue appearing across your face.

"if you're leaving, i'm leaving."

you hummed. "really?"

hyeju nodded, squeezing your hand. i have no reason to stay if you're leaving. she refused to say it aloud. however, she tensed up when she heard a small chuckle from you.

"is that so?"

"shut up." hyeju grumbled.

hyeju missed your warmth as you sat up properly, but thankfully you didn't pull your hand back and let the younger girl trace your soft skin. hyeju watched, eyes twinkling ever so slightly, as you laughed lightly in delight. 

when your gaze met hers, hyeju didn't see the usual blank expression or glare. she could only see you right now. therewas no mask, disguise, or act. hyeju could see sadness swirling in your orbs as you remembered jiwoo, as well as fear at the prospect of leaving the spotlight and the girls, but relief at her presence in the room.

hyeju was able to read you. hyeju could see it.

and so she flushed. 

she watched silently as you leaned in to plant a small kiss on her cheek, your cold demeanor melting away right in front of her, and squeezed her hand.

"thank you, hyeju."

hyeju looked away, humming in response. "of course, unnie."

you both heard a knock on the door and turned around, hyeju glancing discreetly at you and noticing your cold mask was back on. she couldn't help but be disappointed, loving the smile on your face earlier, but was also relieved she was the only one who saw it.

haseul's worried gaze met yours, as did kahei's soft smile, her gaze fixed on your intertwined hands. you followed her gaze and squeezed hyeju's hand before standing up and dragging her along with you.

"you ready to talk, y/n/n?"

you nodded. "yes, unnie."

kahei gave a soft smile. "alright, let's go. you need to eat, too."

as you made your way back to the living room, you glanced at hyeju and gave her hand another squeeze to make her look at you. hyeju raised her brows, her gaze falling on your lips as you mouthed her some words.

"thank you."

in response, the younger girl nodded. hyeju drew you in closer, silently promising that she would go with you anywhere. even if it meant leaving idol life, she'd be content as long as she could be with you.

you were aware of this, and you would make certain that hyeju, along with the girls, could escape the company with you.

besides, she's not going to let you go just yet.

hyeju still has something to tell you.

she must confess her feelings to you or they will haunt her for the rest of her life.

however, for the time being, her priority would be jiwoo and leaving the company with you.

nikko note: hi, everyone! olivia hye fic coming through! it hurts writing for loona T^T anyway, i'm sorry for taking so long. i'm so busy, so please be patient with me! i hope you liked this one! thank you for reading!

[gowonders]

So sorry, my writing kinda sucks

I meant G!P Hyeju as a Yandere Idol who’s like obsessed w her gf (reader) but reader cant tell anyone because Hyeju is a very loved idol and no one would believe her? I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense, my brain isn’t working rn😭😭

nooo bae don’t apologize, my english isn’t perf so i definitely don’t understand things a lot… 😋 also idk if this is good.. i don’t really write dark stuff like this and g!p.. but ykw.. i tried ⭐️

minors dni<3

warnings: english isn’t my first language, not proofread, implied dubcon, drugging, toxic + manipulative hyeju, somno????, jerking off to you.. lmk if i missed any!

a grin across her face as she places a small tablet that could ruin hyejus career in your drink, swirling around the fizzing capsule before placing the glass in front of you. “mm, drink up, hon.” she says flatly, taking a sip of her own drink. your shaky hands reach out to wrap your fingers around the glass. you knew what would happen, if you drank it, you’d wake up feeling all fuzzy in the morning. if you didn’t, you were in for a nightmare of the world of hyeju threatening everything and anything about you. with a regretful sigh, you take a sip, or two, or another.. till the glass is gone. “see.. wasn’t that hard at all. was it? wasn’t that good?” hyeju coaxes, coming up behind you to rub at your shoulders. “yes but.. hyeju. the drinks you give me always make me feel weird.. like.. i wake up and feel staticky.” you mumble, looking down at the empty glass between your hands. this makes hyeju scoff and shake her head. “doll, it’s all in your head. why would i do anything like that? i’m an idol after all, you’d think out of all people, i’d be scared of being drugged. not some normal person like you.” she says in a flat tone, taking your glass to rinse it in the sink. “baby, aren’t you tired? why don’t we get you to sleep.” she says, and that you do. because you can never reject hyeju. what she says, goes.

you’re asleep. and unbeknownst to you, hyejus night isn’t near over yet. you’re so pretty when you sleep, lips parted, eyes shut, soft breaths as your chest rises and falls.. you look so vulnerable. so.. innocent. and it was really a shame that hyeju has to do this, but she really doesn’t want to be a bother, after all, you sleeping here was more than enough.

with a stiff groan, she’s already pulling her waistband down just enough to make her cock spring out. her eyes dart all over your unconscious body, and her fingers ever-so-slightly wrap around her length, her eyes gliding to your thighs, and a stifled moan leaves her at the thought of just being able to touch them. use them. to her own expense. you’d be so, so easy.

she was in for it now. all you had to do was wake up, she’d use you, all confused and sleepy for her.

[hyeitsju]

hi! can you write reaction for hyeju to see fem!reader on run,orbit and being surprised? we need fluff more fluff with her ❤

A/n: I assume that the relationship is hidden, if you wanted a public relationship lmk and I will redo it. Also, I made reader a Loona member/in artms, if that wasn’t what you wanted I’ll fix it!

(Hyeju x 13th Member!FEMALE Reader)

Note(please read!):

I know that the run, orbit event happened but I can’t find any videos of what happened at the event 😭😭 so I’m going in kinda blind. I’ve been searching for the past few hours. So in here they’re just gonna do a q&a, and do games similar to those that you’d do in elementary gym class including racing because that’s all I can find 😭 I’ll redo it once I find more vids from the event! So sorry!!!

She was preparing as usual while the other members where whispering and giggling about something

She was a little upset because while Chuuves were able to come and surprise orbits, you and the rest of artms were busy

Unknowing that the girls had a surprise for her.

Once her and the rest of Loossemble reached the event and Chuuves made their entrance, she was very suprised to see you there with them

Her mood and her smile would instantly brighten

She would run over to you and give you the biggest hug, it had been about two to three weeks since y’all had last seen each other in person although you texted 24/7

While you and Chuuves were talking, Hyeju would be staring at you with heart eyes and a smile on her face

Hyunjin having to pinch her to bring her back

And obviously teasing her while doing it

Once y’all would start doing the games, she try her hardest to stand out and would get lowkey jealous when you would talk about someone elses skills but would try and hide it it would be very obvious

She just wants to do every activity with you

Omg, Hyeju letting you win a race with her because you were on a loosing streak and she wanted to see you smile AHHH

Constantly holding your hand

If not that then a half on your waist or an arm around your shoulder, she just missed you a lot

I just know the ship vids of y’all would be THROUGH THE ROOF

#1 trending on Twitter: #hyey/n

Once y’all would leave, she would give you the biggest hug and kiss ever

Would want to go on a little date together to catch up

Just at your home or hers, ordering food and playing games while you talk about anything and everything

And ending the day asleep in her arms

I’m sorry this is so short! I’ve been trying to add some more things but I can’t think of much.☹️ If you don’t like this, again, don’t be afraid to let me know! I’ll gladly redo your request. Have a good day/afternoon/night!! 💗💗

[newjeansgirlfriend]

these will probably take a while bc theyre going to be long and i cant write long things but which do u want me to finish writing first

[iznsfw]

Drunken

Loossemble's Son Hyeju x Male Reader Smut

19,012 words

Categories | cheating, longtimecrush!Hyeju, mutual feelings, drunk sex, daddy kink (and daddy issues), fingering, squirting, titfucking, anal, choking

Thank you for commissioning! Researched for the fic, ended up falling in love with Son Hyeju. Please give this a chance and read this for the story, too, and not only the smut. I indulged too much in this.

The relationship Hyeju and OC have is very much inspired by the one Cassy and Rob have in In the Woods by Tana French. Read it, please. Was amazing. The story was also written with someone I'm currently so in love with in mind, but we're not going to talk about that here.

And no, there's never enough daddy kink stories :P

“This is not fair,” the two of you say the very second you step into your shared dorm.

Two papers in two hands of two people that show two scores that aren’t up to par for the two’s standards. You and Hyeju were always meant to be a dynamic duo: peas in a pod in every way possible, and that includes academic success and failure. It’s like there’s a kind of telepathic force between you that sends the other down with you, too. It’s too late to try and cut the connection when you’ve known Hyeju all your life, a wish that’s beyond reality for plenty of the boys at Idalso.

The dorm is clean. Mostly. You’ve done your best to tidy up the pile of clothes at the end of Hyeju’s bunk bed and she’s done the same for the relatively empty bags of chips you haven’t stopped the habit of laying around, but there’s still the telltale signs that if Hyeju isn’t organized, you aren’t either. Printed drafts of your thesis lay crumpled on the floor. Her posters are minutes away from falling off the poorly painted walls. The air-conditioner doesn’t work as well as it did in your freshman year when your rowdiness outdoors—knocking into each other, trying to race to the door and ending up messing up the other’s clothes that were ironed in a rush—isn’t as compensating.

Today, the rowdiness is lost. It gets translated into rough groans that follow you on the way to the dorms.

That’s when you realize it.

You and Hyeju look at each other. Both of your pairs of eyes widen.

“Miss Ha failed your test?” she asks, normally bored pupils widening in disbelief.

“Miss Ha failed my test.”

“No erasure rule?”

“No erasure rule.”

“Oh my god.”

“Oh my god.”

Ball up the paper and shoot it in the air. It adds to the numerous pieces of parchment on the floor. You kick the rest of them in the air while your roommate slumps on her bed and groans. 

“Fuck this,” you say, hands on your head. There comes the urge to tear all your hair out and leave it at that damned professor’s door, blood and all, to make her at least feel a miniscule bit of remorse for failing you. You didn’t deserve that. You studied and studied and she still had to implement that stupid rule.

Hyeju catches a wrinkled and crumpled paper globe. Her sui generis lips release a soft sigh. “At least we have thesis confetti,” she says sullenly.

“I’m dropping out,” you declare. You’re surprised at how serious you sound. Normally you’d say it just to get a laugh out of yourself, but now you’re actually considering doing it. 

“If you drop out, I’m dropping out, too,” she answers, looking at you spitefully. “And then who’s going to take care of Daniel?”

Think of Daniel. He isn’t your roommate but he’s gotten close with you and Hyeju the past few years. “His inheritance is what’s gonna take care of him. Did you forget he’s rich as shit?”

“Oh, right. How could I forget about him?” 

You start picking up the papers of your drafts faster and knocking them harder into the wall. Why are you doing that? Nope, don’t have an answer to that. There’s a fiery rage inside you that Hyeju’s latest sentence is the arsonist of. 

“The fuck are you doing?” she asks in amusement. There’s a hint of disgust on her face. “Calm down. What’re you, my dad or something?”

“S-sorry.” You know the whole deal she has with her dad. You have to stop—thus, drop the balls of papyrus from your hand. “It was just… I don’t know why I did that.”

Maybe you do. Can’t be about the test though it’s why you started throwing a thesis tantrum.

“Chill out, dude.” She pats your shoulder and gives you a pouty look. “If you want to play strict dad with me: no, I don’t like Daniel. If I did, I would have sat on his lap and said,” she assumes a high voice and flutters her eyelashes at you, leaning on your side, “‘Let me help you with that, darling. I’ll do the dishes, too! Or maybe you want to put a baby in me while I squeeze the soap on your di—’”

“Stoooop!” 

Throw a pillow at her. She dodges it and sticks her tongue out at you. Oh yeah. How could you forget that she plays dodgeball with the friend who’s taken up the topic of your conversation? 

Oh god, shouldn’t have reminded yourself that Hyeju and your other friend hang out. You’re feeling weird again.

“Earth to daddy, Earth to daddy,” she says, snapping her fingers in front of your face. “Li’l shit, what’s gotten into you?”

You’re feeling something again. It creeps into your heart and tugs at its strings, just like how your roommate loves to tie knots in yours and watch you struggle around trying to walk with them. That’s how it felt when she called you that. It’s not the first time she took on a roleplaying banter with you yet that specific title has you hot. 

You need to take a walk. Take a walk to somewhere that doesn’t have you in a place where you could easily pin Son fucking Hyeju to the wall and kiss her till the heat subsides.

-

Walking is your only exercise. You care not for the gyms and weights—why pressure yourself with those when you could just go for a simple walk? An hour is already sufficient enough to burn the breakfast. Only downside is that you get quite hungry afterwards, and though you don’t care for counting calories either, you’re pretty sure the food you have after your strolls is more than the amount you burned.

Actually, you could think of another downside: Hyeju doesn’t join you. She’s a homebody. A couch potato. A living pillow. She prefers to lounge at the dorm and play games instead of going out. She rarely comes along, which is why you’re guaranteed a few hours of isolation.

When you take into consideration that it isn’t isolation if tentative feelings accompany you, you’re partly glad Hyeju didn’t come along.

“Hey, is that you?”

You smile. There he is. You always pass by the apartments this time, and the old man who owns it is one of the few people you’re fond of. Being friends with a landlord wasn’t on your college bingo card, but you’re glad it happened. He’s kind, has white hair that almost matches the color of the spaces he owns, and a mouth that can simultaneously be like that of a sailor’s and a doting grandfather.

“Hi, mister Kim.”

“Hi there yourself,” he chirps. His smile is bright. Can’t say the same about the flickering bulb back in your dorm. “Where’s your girlfriend?”

Red colors your cheeks. “Hyeju’s not my girlfriend.”

“Never said she was.” He winks.

The explosion of scarlet first starts at your ears. He got you. But it isn’t exactly you to blame—everyone likes to push you and your girl best friend together. The old man knows what he’s doing. He just likes to toy around with you. 

“Mister Kim, don’t be like that,” you say. Scratch the back of your neck.

“I’ll be however the hell I want,” he replies, crossing his arms t in a friendly stance. “You two’re always glued to each other.”

“We’re just friends, sir.”

“Just friends my ass. Whenever that girl visits me, she’s always talking about you. It’s like you’re the only thing on her mind.”

That revelation was so out of nowhere, yet you welcome it. You like knowing that Hyeju, the girl you adore, adores you just as much. It’s the mutual feeling of fondness that keeps you breathing. 

“T-that doesn’t mean anything,” you say humbly. You’re somewhat right—just because Hyeju hides the truth that she drones on about you doesn’t mean she has a crush on you. You’ve seen and met her exes, and even back then they’re miles more charming than you.

“Wanna bet?”

“I’m broke—”

“No, no. Not in that way.” He shakes his head. “If you and Hyeju actually end up together, I’m letting you live in one of my apartments for free.”

“Mister Kim—”

“Think about it for your old man, will you?”

With that, he shows you a knowing smile and turns his back. Nothing more is said.

-

Just so it’s clear for everyone who comes across this story of yours: you don’t love Son Hyeju.

Anyone and everyone says the opposite. They treat you and her like famed characters on a popular teen show, pairing you up with each other and tearing off all hesitancy about thinking that they might be going too far. 

But now you’re here to make a stand against those falsehoods: contrary to popular belief, Son Hyeju isn’t the love of your life, and although you’ve been friends for so long people’d expect you walked into kindergarten class with your hand in hers, it’s completely platonic between the two of you.

There are no feelings. No speck of a disgusting yearning in your hearts despite the late night stroll you had to take to stop your wistful thoughts. No sir. Hyeju doesn’t love you that way, and neither do you. It’s simple.

Doesn’t seem that simple when you wake up in the dorm with what’s supposed to be a groan that folds itself back down your throat when you see her curled up in the other bed, blankets splayed and curled around her. No makeup on, except for lip balm she smears around her triangle-shaped mouth when they get chapped. No care for how she looks in the air (doesn’t matter when that’s the way you like it, the way she likes it). She lies there with slumber that could only be induced by an unmerciful college.

You’re glad you have her while you’re battered by the same cause of her sleep.

You try to be silent but her eyes open anyway. Her eyes are squinted, and she kind of looks like an emoticon as she pers around. She doesn’t know when or where she is. Grin because neither do you sometimes, but now that you hold that knowledge, you share it with her.

“Earth to Hyeju, Earth to Hyeju.” Echo her words from last night and resound them back to her.

“Earth?” she groans. “Wake me up when Idalso sends me to Mars.”

Yeah, that’s the Hyeju you know. The Hyeju you love. 

(Huh? Where did that come from?)

“I’ll go with you. Could use miss Jeong not trying to kill me.”

Hyeju runs a hand through her hair groggily and smiles sweetly. “Maybe she should come along and go through with killing you if you don’t stop ‘forgetting’ to pay me that five thousand.”

“Cute. I’ll pay you later, I promise.” Rise to sling the blinds up, letting light five-thirty a.m. sun spill through the squares. “Catch some breakfast at McDonald’s before class?” you offer. She’s your usual companion in the morning—you’d split the bill (because “you’re broke, and I’m broke,” she said, “it’s only fair we try to stop being poor together”) and have a nice opening meal of egg and chicken nuggets.

“Sweetie, it’s Saturday today,” she reminds you. “Don’t you remember?” She looks up from her phone and smiles at you condescendingly, as if she knew how that friendly nickname causes your system to shut down. 

You try not to show it. Try not to make it obvious that you turned your head to hide the fact that you were flustered. The fact that despite being only friends with her your chest still tightens at her casual pet names for you, like what she called you last night as well. It’s what friends do: joke with each other, call them unflattering names one second then sweet ones the next. The dorm has enough fans to keep the air circulated, and the sweat you broke last night is gone. So if that’s that, why do you feel so warm right now?

You wonder if Hyeju also feels the same heat in her stomach when you say, “Grandpa can’t remember things well anymore, darling. You’ve got to cut him some slack.”

“Wow, okay. That’s one way to put it, I guess.”

It’s lucky that it’s still dark enough for your red ears to be invisible. You hate it when you mess up your laid-back persona in front of Hyeju, the one you put up whenever you engage in these playful arguments. “Look,” you say, “do you want to get McDonald’s or not?”

“Can’t. Won’t. Shan’t. Too lazy.”

Your heart sinks. “Fine, I’ll just go to a café then. Still have that thesis to do.”

Hyeju lays back into the bed and shuts her eyes. She’s learned that when there’s a chance to sleep, she should take it. To you, it doesn’t look like she’ll let go of this one, even if rejecting it means eating together with you. 

You put on a coat and some shoes, then turn away. Fine, let her be like that. What did you even expect? You can’t be her only priority in life. Sleep, of course, and rest should come first, especially if you’re a college student. You have to brush the hurt creeping in your heart and do your own thing, just like you’d let her do hers.

Don’t catch her eyes opening and lingering on you. Your back is turned and therefore doesn’t let you see it. But if only you did, you wouldn’t have been doubtful about your future concerns, all related to her.

-

This is a different story though. This isn’t a love story—if anything, it’s how a love story ends.

-

Just so it’s clear for everyone who comes across this story of yours: you don’t love Son Hyeju.

Yes, it bears repeating. Sometimes you need to say it again to convince yourself. Convince yourself that you’re not constantly in lectures wishing that it was her beside you instead of your groupmate. Convince yourself that your soul doesn’t shatter in pieces when she refuses to join you in anything. 

Maybe you just need someone to talk it out with. Yes, that’s right. The whimsical yearning in your heart isn’t for Hyeju. You swear on it.

Oh, but you’ve never been very good at that.

“What’s going on? I came as quick as I could,” says Daniel. Yeah, that’s his name. It’s a common name that sounds foreign and unique, especially since he’s a transfer student who came from the U.S.. He has pale skin and brown eyes that are as kind as he is. You like him—he’s the only one you bother bearing besides Hyeju.

But this isn’t about her. You need to let go of her. What? “Let go of her”? Why do you think about her like you two were actually a thing?

“Nothing. Just… feelings.”

“Something happened?” He sits down and looks around confusedly. “Wait, where’s Hyeju?”

“That’s the thing,” you say as you smile tightly. “She’s what happened.”

Daniel’s not stupid. And even if we say that he was, he’s been your friend for two years. It’s short in comparison to your time with Hyeju, you know, but it remains impressive. You don’t have that many friends besides them. That, of course, eventually led to Hyeju and Daniel becoming friends with each other. That’s the reason for him catching your drift—he knows you like the back of his hand.

You order the third cheapest option on the list: an iced latte. Your friend opts for a croissant and some tea, something that reminds you that he isn’t actually from Korea. You often forget that when his Korean is more fluent than a native’s and he gels with other people so quickly. He’s an easy-going guy with everything flowing well for him.

“Let me guess: she did something?” he asks. Alright, close enough. His fingers drum a steady rhythm on the table while yours do so on your laptop keyboard.

“Yeah.” Shake your head immediately and contradictingly. What are you saying? “No. Yeah, probably. But I think it’s my fault.”

No, it isn’t a mere probability of it being your fault. It is your fault. Why are you placing expectations on Hyeju to show up for you? It isn’t on her that you get hurt when she doesn’t have the time or willpower to come along with you. So, why are you even bothering to talk about this? You should let this matter slide. Brush it under the carpet. Rewrite the news headlines. Whatever.

“Ah, couple’s quarrels,” Daniel says teasingly. He thanks the waiter for his croissant then takes a healthy bite into it. “Out of the honeymoon phase already?”

Should you be delighted that people think that she’s yours and you’re hers? You’re split between these two emotions—choose to be frustrated instead.

“Why does everybody think that we’re a couple?” 

“Well.” Your friend twirls his teaspoon into the dainty cup. Drill your eyes on it. The café is simple and affordable to eat from, but the furniture and aesthetic make you think of it as a fancier place to eat it. “You’re always together.”

“That’s all?”

“Let me finish. When some guy has the balls to ask her out, she says she has a boyfriend. She shows him your profile and number. She goes, ‘My boyfriend wouldn’t be too happy about that.’”

The latte somehow doesn’t finish its journey through the straw. “She does?”

You’re split between two thoughts to go by again. You should be happy that your friend, a friend who’s a girl moreover (never confuse a friend who’s a girl with a girlfriend—ever), feels safe enough with you to refer to you as someone who’d protect her, whether from creeps or the aggressive dogs that patrol your college grounds. It takes real trust to call a guy who’s a friend (again, avoid the confusion) your boyfriend when the time requires it. This means she trusts you to come to her if she needs saving from an odd guy or an escape out of situations.

But at the same time, you wonder if that’s what you really are to her, what you’ll only ever be to her: a fake boyfriend. The guy friend who doesn’t mind being called a boyfriend because he knows his low place in her heart. Does Hyeju even look at you as someone who’s not just an acquaintance?

“Yeah,” Daniel says matter-of-factly. “She really likes having you around.”

You don’t need to think about it when you reply, softly: “I do, too.”

The two of you sit in silence you don’t know the source of. Daniel stops eating suddenly. Similarly, all the appetite is lost and you have to put your plastic cup of latte down before you throw it at the wall and ruin the dining experience for everyone else. No, this is your problem. You should deal with it before dragging anyone into it.

“So, why did you call me? What is it about Hyeju?”

Ah, what are you thinking? Daniel shouldn’t even be here. Why did you even call him over? You did and now you don’t know why you suddenly want to throw the contents of your plastic cup into his face. If you give in, you’d be feeding into the delusion that he’s the one standing between you and Hyeju. 

That only leads to the second question of the day:

Why do you suddenly hate Daniel? Daniel is a nice guy. He doesn’t even make a move on her or disrespect her. 

You don’t like these feelings. It’s causing you to think all sorts of nonsense about everybody else, not excluding Daniel, who hasn’t done anything wrong. 

“I…” Sigh. This is the second time you’re finding an escape route so that you could be alone with your feelings. “I have to think about it. I need some time alone.”

“Oh, sure. Sorry about that.”

Hate how more guilt washes over your heart. See here, he doesn’t even protest or say something that might even be right, like tell you how you called him to come over in the first place or how there isn’t a good reason why he should leave. He simply wraps his croissant with a plastic he asked for at the counter and leaves, tea and all.

Great. Now you’re alone, like you usually are and always will be. Attempt to use it as a pro and work on your thesis. Type it all down on a Word document. Wait patiently, as you learned to, as your old laptop stops for the suffering you’ve caused it with the extra storage taken up by assignments. Contact your groupmates. Remind them to do their jobs.

It’s all going so well. That’s when she pulls up to the cafe you’ve been writing at with her hands perched on the wooden surface of your table, with the smirk that doesn’t ever leave without making sure it’s her certified look featured on her lips.

No need to mention names when there's only one girl who could make your world stop spinning.

You can’t stop staring, and it’s not even because she turned up out of nowhere. You’re always in a state of shock when Hyeju is around.

She never allows her hair to be restrained in a tight tail, so there she is with those luscious black locks spilling all over her shoulders. How she manages to look so cool and be the very person everyone wishes to be while having those soft cheeks only the evillest of people wouldn’t pinch you don’t know. Son Hyeju is cool and cute at the same time, somehow balancing those everyday without effort.

But you don’t love her. Just to remind everyone once again. No matter what happens, you have no feelings for her. And that’s that.

"Hey," she says, putting her weight on one arm. Then she curves down her head to peer at your screen. "Whatchu doin'?"

Immediately slam your laptop shut and look at her with annoyed eyes. Oh, why do you even try? You could never despise her. You could pray to god all night and day for you to hate Hyeju, to hate her to the ends of the Earth just to banish these strange feelings, and he wouldn't give in. Crazier and crazier her antics shall get and you'd remain loyal to her.

And that's all because she's a good friend. That's everything there is to it. 

Wait. Who are you convincing again?

"Oh, come on. Smile a little, pretty boy." Hyeju places a finger on one edge of your mouth then pulls it upwards. "There you go. Suh-miiile—"

Pretty boy. She called me a pretty boy.

"You p-plan on getting off the table or what?" you say.

People are staring at you and Hyeju but that isn't what's making you blush. What's gotten into you? You can't tell yourself it's because of her simply because it isn't because of her. Hyeju has as much effect on you as a cup of coffee.

(You thrive off caffeine, by the way, but that's not the point.)

"Sure. No. Uh… probably?" She looks up at the ceiling as if she's figuring something out, then clicks her tongue when she does. "Yep, nah."

Groan. 

Secretly, confessed only in the deepest corners of your mind, you like people paying attention to you and Hyeju. It’s not much about the attention itself but the way it makes them think that the two of you must be really close. Like, really really close. The kind that makes those who want Hyeju rush to her only to be met in the face with a barrier: you. They can’t have her because you do.

Not in that way, of course, but it still means something. If she has you, nobody else could, and if you have her, more so.

"Son Hyeju,” you say, fighting back the smile on your face as she ruffles your hair, “I swear to god—"

"Oh, please," says Hyeju, leaning forward with narrowed eyes and a wicked smile, "spare me, oppa. Spare me the blasphemy—"

That's enough from her, you think. Your hands dive for her waist. Pull her down onto your lap. Your thighs soften the blow and also play the role of a launch pad as one kick sends Hyeju in the air. More chances to tickle her come along with it. Okay, that bit about the lap was wholly unintentional, and you'll swear to god again for that. 

What isn't unintended though is the tickling you do on Hyeju's midriff and arms. It helps that she's so sensitive—soon she's laughing boisterously, struggling in your lap with her head upturned and triangle-shaped mouth letting out unkempt guffaws. She nearly kicks the two of you out of the café seat.

"Dude, you are such a loser, stop!" she laughs, still winding around like a screw on top of you. Laughs alternate between each syllable. "P-people are looking, fffucking quit—"

When that beautiful gummy smile breaks on her face, you don't want to. People can look as much as they like and you wouldn't give a damn. Tickling is Hyeju's punishment, and you'll do it to her anywhere to teach her a lesson.

"Ha, haha, I'm sorry, okay!"

"That's my girl." 

You’re not hurt anymore. For a few delicious minutes, you’ll forget you were ever pondering if you like her or not.

Stop completely because you’re easy to convince like that All she needed was that one magic word. Place her on the chair beside you and fold her hands on her lap as if she were a misbehaving child. 

"Now behave yourself."

Hyeju rolls her eyes. "And if I don't?" she challenges you. 

You raise your fingers in a curled position and direct them threateningly centimeters away from her ticklish spots. She gives up. She can't find a punishment worse than that.

"Why are you here anyway? I thought you didn’t want to come," you say, taking the liberty to open your laptop again. The screen directs you to your assignment tab after you type in your password. Sigh; still five thousand words to go. 

"I'm here because I've got nowhere else to be," she answers. She practices her own liberty, too, and sips shamelessly at your iced beverage.

Her eyes light up at the taste. "I got bored being alone in the dorm."

You think of her alone, and your heart immediately sinks. Maybe you should have stayed there. You’re her roommate—you’re there for her to have company. Sure, the roommates were paired up randomly, but it must lead to something now that you and Hyeju have met again. It was by pure chance that she reunited with you after years of being apart. There’s a string drawing you together, and you don’t know what it means. 

You do know that the reunion with your childhood best friend and seeing how she’s grown made your heart flutter. You act all mean when you’re around her, which is confusing when you’ve missed her so much.

"And I needed somewhere else to finish this thesis before miss Wong realizes it was due three weeks ago." Glare pointedly at her. Here you go again. Told you so. "Somewhere that's not occupied by a brat."

It's true. Call it what you will: an insult, a pointless accusation, but what you said rings true even in your childhood best friend's defiant mind. She could be a handful often.

"I am not a brat," she says, offended. She knows the truth and chooses to deny it. Typical. You should have seen that coming when she’s the girl who lies about the extra dishes in the sink not being her fault and her turn with the laundry.

Sigh. Act as the lawyer; you’re studying to be one anyway. It’s best to practice. "Remember when you cut up the slogan on the mayo label then taped it on me? I had 'white creamy filling; taste me!' on my back for the whole day!" 

"It was a big-ass sticker for a mayonnaise, okay? I couldn't stop myself." Hyeju admits this with hands raised in defeat. "But what about that time you shoved a Toblerone in my mouth while I was sleeping then took a photo of me?"

Raise your hands, too. You realize there's no way to weigh in the blame on a single person when you and Hyeju brought the brat out of each other. It's impossible to go by a day that isn't filled by at least one prank and joking quarrels.

Still, you find it fun. Hyeju's so easy to bond with, so easy to love. 

Whoa, where did that suddenly get here? Like you said, you love Hyeju, but only as a friend. 

So you do love her, in a way. Huh. 

That realization settles in and suddenly you're rendered frozen at the table. Your hands that ought to be finishing your schoolwork are frozen in mid-air. You're staring at the screen like you were watching a gory movie instead of trying to tick off your to-do list. 

"You okay?" she asks, one-of-a-kind lips sealed around the paper straw. "You kind of, like, went to another dimension for a bit."

How do you tell her you’re considering the fact that you might actually like her? You’ve known her for years. Something’s inevitably going to bloom inside you for her, right?

"Y-yeah. I'm good." Not. “And stop drinking my coffee.”

“You wouldn’t need it if you just did the thesis early. What’s so hard about it anyway?” Hyeju stands then bends over to glance at your laptop.

You don’t realize how short her dress is. It rides up to the centers of her thighs and you don’t know how to prevent anyone from seeing something forbidden without brushing down the hem of her dress. If you went down that road, you’d have to run your hand along her back and ass—you’d look like a pervert. 

Idiot. Think of something. Something that isn’t how you’d love to see more when you're just like everyone and shouldn't be allowed more eye access to her body. Only you know how many times Hyeju’s body came up in your mind when you were alone. Paired up with that attractive face that held a permanent pout, it’s impossible not to think of anything else. 

“Ugh! You are so dumb, you know that, oppa?” To your horror, Hyeju sits down neatly on your lap. She has her hands quickly frisking on your keyboard. “There’s a comma missing here, and a citation over here… oh, and a—”

“Save some for the rest of us!” a man about your age and height yells jokingly, cheering you on with a raise of his mug of hot coffee.

Both you and Hyeju look at him with confusion written all over your faces. Your words of surprise almost sync and match with the other for you realize your hands are on her hips, and Hyeju’s leaning back so comfortably in you that anyone would have thought it was another case of couple’s PDA. They’d be wrong though. She’s not your girlfriend. She can’t be your girlfriend.

So why is she so comfortable on top of you, as if she’s always been there? Why did your hands naturally rest on the beautiful slopes of her hips and pull her down the moment she stooped?

The guy’s grandmother smiles adoringly. “Young love,” she says with a dreamy tinge to her aged voice. "What wouldn't I give to experience that again."

You and Hyeju meet each other’s gazes and suddenly you’re unattached to each other. She guiltily settles on her chair and you take your hands off her. That was wrong. Why were the two of you so comfortable with being so touchy? Best friends don’t do that. At least, not best friends of the opposite sex. 

“I should go,” she stammers, standing up. “Call me i-if you need help, oppa.”

Just like that, she’s gone. Where did she go? Why did you lose her so fast?

-

Hyeju’s always called you oppa one way or another, but that moment left a particular jar in your heart. It shards the depths of the core and renders you speechless. You didn’t know that the person you’d love to hear that title the most from is your best friend. She’s supposed to call you that when she’s younger, but even if she weren’t, you’d still love to hear her call you that.

There’s a sense of fulfillment in being able to be Hyeju’s oppa. The one she always relies on. The one she sticks to through whatever happens. That’s why now that she’s told you to call her if you need help makes you ache. It’s the things that are seemingly so simple as that that send more yearning inside you.

The question is: what exactly are you yearning for? Who are you yearning for?

You think you know the answer. It’d take guts to admit it, to finally come clean. But what’s there to come clean about? You don’t love Hyeju. 

A ding from your phone just now. You’re nearly finished with the thesis, and it’s lucky that way since it’s from Hyeju. God knows she has ways of distracting you. Her clean moves at the dance she led and her chill yet stern voice when she commands a rowdy classroom steer you away from what you should be doing, like get away from her. Avoid her at all costs. Never tell her what you’re feeling because it’ll only end up badly for everyone involved. You don’t want to hurt Hyeju, and still you remain hopeful to not get yourself hurt, too.

It takes several seconds for courage to tie you down and pick up the phone. It’s a series of texts from her.

HyejU_U: hey

Sooooooooo

I’m sorry for what happened earlier. 

I didn’t really think and thought that you'd be fine with it

cause yknow

You pulled me down

and

We’re friends.

right?

Yeah, we’re friends, you think bitterly. And no matter how touchy you get, Son Hyeju, it’s all we’ll ever be to you.

HyejU_U: can we just move forward from it? If you want to ofc

Do you? Graduation is near and it’s still taken plenty of years of your life to get over Hyeju. Do you go forward and start on a new slate with her, or dwell in places you shouldn’t be?

Your fingers linger on the keyboard, then—

You: Sure.

Sorry, too

if i like

Made you feel uncomfortable

Wasnt my intention, i promise

HyejU_U: oh you didnt make me feel uncomfy at all.

So don’t worry <3

What a relief.

HyejU_U: i should be the one apologizing anyway

I thought it would be nice to be on you since ur arms feel good around me

Cock a brow. A giddy smile itches at the ends of your lips. Stifle it you will, though she can’t see you through her screen.

HyejU_U: sorry again

i just wanted to see if what i thought was true

Anyways. 

yeah, sorry.

You: so we’re good?

HyejU_U: we have a deal, dickface

;)

See, this is the thing you’re afraid to lose with Hyeju: the carefreeness of your little friendly touches and hugs, insults that take it just far enough, everything. If you told her how you felt (keep in mind that you might not actually like her romantically; you’re just thinking that you might), you’d lose your relationship with her—the one that formed before the two of you even knew what romance was. The one that’s kept the reunion as natural as could be without the need for awkwardness.

You’re so glad to have her back. As a student you’ve nearly cried knowing you passed a semester and worked night and day to finish a difficult assignment—none of those feelings can match the one of relief you felt when Hyeju told you everything was good on both ends. 

But for now, you’ve gotta try to put a dent into this thesis. You’re almost done, you swear. You’ve just been stalling—not intentionally. You swear on that, too. Your whole afternoon’s been swamped up in thoughts about her plus the thoughts about if you’re too perverted a man to be with her. There are a lot of questions left by you immediately responding to Hyeju choosing to sit on your lap. A lot of which are left unanswered.

Priorities. Sigh a little; there’s still work to be done, yet worrying about your best friend is on top of the list. You really should find a hobby when you’re already dragging your teammates behind. Plus, there’s the capstone to worry about that you haven’t prepared for even in the most miniscule bit. So there really shouldn’t be an explanation for why thinking about what she thinks of you is your number one priority. Why, you have plenty of other things to worry about.

You just can’t get her off your mind. These days it’s impossible to.

Abstain anyway, the best you can, from thinking about her and finally complete the thesis. It’s lengthy, well-edited, and has the perfect format to finally make you a lawyer. Attorney doesn’t sound too bad when it’s added to the front of your name.

You should celebrate, actually. The moment you think of it, Daniel suddenly messages you. He’s saying something about it being a Saturday, so you should go to the bar with him. You’re a social drinker, anyway. You could go there without going overboard. Addictions and vices form in these years of fresh adulthood, but you’ve never found yourself wound up in something.

So you do. They ask for your IDs and let you in after a short study of the cards. The guard gives you a lengthy lecture about not being alcoholics as young as you are, but welcomes you anyway.

If we’re talking about getting yourself wound up in someone, though…

“Dude,” Daniel says. He motions his glass to someone coming from the door. “Hyeju.”

You already know he’s rich, but what teacher did he pay to study him into mind-reading? “I wasn’t thinking about her,” you tell him defensively.

“No, I mean, she’s here.” He stares at said woman walking over to the bar with swaying hips. “How the fuck did she get here?”

Hyeju’s here? Swallow. Quick. What do you say? Where exactly in the bar is she right now? Why is she here? When did she get here? Why the fuck are you talking like a news reporter? 

“Hullo, boys.” She stops your train of thought and makes sure to dedicate all of them to her with her hands set on the table and a pretty crop top attached to the curves on her perfect body. You wonder where she got that dress. If she thrifted it, it isn’t obvious—her body does good work in making it look like couture.

“Hi, Hyeju.” Daniel acknowledges her with a nod. He’s a friend of yours and hers, just to remind everyone. He wouldn’t take another step with Hyeju, but you still have yourself staring daggers into his stubbled beard that lines his face and how he takes life as he would a game. There’s a reason why you’re the least tipsy among the two of you. He likes a challenge.

“Hi,” you say meekly. Hope your voice doesn’t sound twisted when your stomach suddenly is. Oh, and it’s not because of Hyeju. It’s the alcohol, pinky promise with a finger heart after. Alcohol’s never made your stomach turn this way though. 

Hyeju regards the shotglasses. “You went drinking without me?” 

“What does it look like?” Daniel asks, giving her the finger. It’s just the usual friendly argument that doesn’t cross lines or anything. The ones that you and Hyeju have. Why do you feel like punching him in the face?

Luckily, she doesn’t have a fragile heart. “Cute. Keep it that way.” She rolls her eyes then turns to you. “Oh, and you. I thought you liked having me around.”

“I’m sorry.” Ask the bartender for another shot then hand it to her. “I guess we just thought you were busy with training.”

She’s training to become an idol. It’s been her dream since she was a kid, when you played in the slides and dropped from monkey bars. She’s always told you she was going to be big someday, and you never doubted that for a second. She even had a name she planned to use if she were to be a performer: Olivia Hye. You weren’t gonna lie, it had a nice ring to it. Not too bad for a name she made up after skimming through a baby name book from the bookstore.

“I dropped out,” she says simply, downing the shot like water.

“What?” you and Daniel ask together. Both of your voices sync with the shock, too. Neither of you could get why she did that. It’s been Hyeju’s dream to become an idol for so long. She couldn’t give that up just like that, but she did.

“Yep.” There’s pride in her voice. “The whole thing was a shithole. I already have Idalso to deal with. I’m not gonna put up with that, fuck no.”

Your heart aches for her dream. Idalso University really is blocking her from achieving it. She could be out there on the stage, maybe having found a better agency, singing and dancing her heart out. Instead, she has to choose one problem at the time and hence goes with college. She has her own parents to please, and because you have yours, you get it. You truly do.

As for Hyeju getting a problem off her mind, like that terrible agency, your spirits lift. You raise a glass and clink it with hers. 

“To getting the hell out of this shithole,” you say; look at the girl you’ve lived for and loved with a smile, “and Son fucking Hyeju for doing it again.”

Your glasses meet. You’re somehow happy that it’s only two, yours and hers, that join. You can’t explain it for the life of you, but you like seeing Daniel become like a background character to it all. Just another extra in Hyeju’s show and yours. It’s cruel, especially when he’s been nothing but a good friend, but it is what it is.

“Tell you what,” Daniel says. “Let’s go to a noraebang tomorrow.”

She’s contemplative. “Isn’t the one near Idalso… like, expensive?” 

“So what?” He shrugs. “You did it, Hyeju. You got out of that company thing. I’m done with my capstone and so is he with his thesis. I say we all have some fun. On me.”

Daniel has the privilege of not worrying about things being expensive or not. It’s the norm for him. You kind of want him to play Dorothy and put himself in your shoes, then make him go through what you did. 

You know it isn’t fair and he’s just being kind. Still and all, your hatred rises.

“What now?” Daniel asks. “You guys in!”

“Of course!” Hyeju nods and claps her hands together. There’s a gummy smile on her face again. You’ve seen it on her many times, but you’ve also seen the sunset everyday—therefore, you’ll still be glad to catch a glimpse of it.

You guess since she’s in, you have to go, too. You say yes and that of course you’d love to go, and this time three glasses clink together prettily. Smiles are on each of your faces albeit yours is artificial.

"Could you act any less like a deadbeat dad?" Hyeju asks. She sits down on the stool beside you after Daniel leaves to get some air. Still feels like he's here when you feel like everyone's eyes are on you and her.

"I'm not doing anything." You say that because you aren't. You definitely aren't stirring a brew of jealousy inside you that poisons the maker, too. You're its creator yet the prophecy that was written tells that it'll turn against you, too. You’re Kronos, and it's an inevitable fate. 

"Exactly. That's what deadbeat means." This matter-of-fact statement from her is followed by Hyeju stealing your shotglass out of your hand right before you drink it. "Seriously, dude. What's up with you?"

Oh, you don't know. Maybe her possibly being your crush? It's such an immature matter, but you haven't had a crush like this. The others were just sweet-faced and from afar. Those are the girls you dream of. To have a girl like Hyeju, the one you've known since forever, with a spunky personality but an opposing pretty face, the one who's been your ride-or-die—it's complicated.

What else could you say to her when the truth is something you'd rather she not hear?

"I'm fine, Hye."

"Are you? You look…" She thinks about it for a while as she studies your hair and poorly combined outfit choices. She slicks your blunt strands back and smiles teasingly. "...sleazy."

"Fuck y—"

"Shhh." She places a finger on your lips. The side of her thigh touches your lap. You're so close that any word you utter won't pass without hitting her. "It's okay. I like it."

You purse your lips. You didn't expect that. She's taken seats on your lap that were uninitiated by you and let you lift her in the air when you hug her. All that and her fingers in your hair are the most surprising.

"You're drunk," you say, although she’s only had a few shots. 

Hyeju inches closer to you and holds your chin in place. "I'm sober as the next wolf, sweetie," she tells you. Her next words fail to show her hesitance. "And… and it just so happens that I really, really want to kiss you."

She's joking. She's playing around with your heart. You're not a virgin—you know what girls do. Hyeju doesn't strike you as the type to do that in spite of what’s going on, but you have to be careful. Your heart’s been bruised too many times already. 

Careful isn't the word for it when you take the first step and lean in for a kiss. Maybe you're drunk yourself. Dizziness enchants your mind as Hyeju's dreamy lips perfectly pout to the shape of your mouth. Her eyes are closed. It's like she's in a restful dream.

You can’t believe you’re doing it. You’re kissing her. Passionately, too—there’s real determination in the way you hungrily lean forward to devour her lips. 

The bar oohs and ahhs, then erupts into a crowd of applause. A few whistles come your way. You can feel Hyeju smile into your mouth.

-

Proclivities upon proclivities to keep her around you and only you couldn’t stop Monday from coming. You’ve only been to a noraebang once and that was with your family. It excites you to go to one again. However, you’d rather have only Hyeju to come, to be the exclusive member of the club that gets to hear her soft, pretty voice echo in the mic.

She’s really doing a number on you. Daniel’s your friend—sure, he might be out of touch with the local games and experiences, yet he’s still important to you. You can’t be mad at him over a girl who probably doesn’t even think the kiss at the bar was anything special. She hasn’t even talked about it with you and acts like it didn’t happen. Just another boy, just another day. That’s probably how you are to her.

Ouch. Way to go hurting yourself with your own made-up scenarios. As expected from you. 

The three of you decide to cut classes. It’s not like you’re in high school anymore. Professors just don’t give a fuck, unless it’s miss Wong. She’s pretty and quiet at first. Then you have to wait to see her get angry—that’s when all hell breaks loose.

No hell on the loose today. Just three little demons from hell called Hyeju, Daniel and yourself down on the loose and down the road to the noraebang. Hyeju’s in a loose black jacket and a plain white tee. You somehow notice that more than Daniel who’s sporting a graphic shirt with swear words from every language printed on it. You don’t have much to say about your attire when it’s nothing special, not even compared to Hyeju, who’s wearing simple clothes like you.

“If a teacher sees us out here—” says Daniel nervously. He’s never rebelled before. The most he’s done is missing a class. 

“No one will,” Hyeju promises him, opening the door of the place for the two of you though in your opinion it should be the other way around: you opening the door for her. What better way to show Hyeju that you could be a gentleman? Too late now. Plus, she doesn’t care much for that. That’s what keeps your excitement on a low burn. It takes more than opening a door and waiting around to impress Hyeju. 

You sign your names at the front. Daniel picks a nice, wide room with a glass table perfect for chips and bottles. The bright screen already shows snippets of K-pop music videos, involving sweet-faced Korean girls waving at the camera and running along a beach. As boyish Hyeju is compared to other girls, you could definitely see her doing that for her passion of becoming an idol. 

“What should we sing?” asks Hyeju, sitting down on the black plush seats comfortably. Her gummy smile is precious.

“Anything you want.” He slings an arm around her. His looped arm tugs her into a warm embrace. “Anything for the soon-to-be lawyer slash K-pop idol.”

Stiffen. Turn away and suddenly take good interest in the walls with a carved 3D effect. Much more interesting than whatever Daniel’s trying to pull on your best friend. Right, Hyeju’s your best friend. Nothing more. That kiss was a drunken mistake. You shouldn’t be getting angry. Besides, this noraebang was rented for you to have fun, not glower at Daniel doing nothing but be a good friend.

Hyeju laughs and leans into him gladly. “Stop, you’re gonna make me throw up!”

You feel out of place all of a sudden. Has she always been that affectionate with him? You thought that those touches and hugs were reserved for you only. Apparently not.

“Sing a song, Hye.” Your eyes don’t meet her gaze.

“They wanted me to debut with this song,” she says. The mic is shaky in her hand. “I—” She blushes. “I want to sing it for you.”

Sweetness infiltrates the air. It’s not of a scent or touch, but of hearing. It's Hyeju’s voice. It's smooth and soft as it passes through the empty atmosphere. No instrumental accompanies her voice, and you’re glad it’s that way. It allows you to marvel at Hyeju’s tone, quiet in spite of its sexiness.

And it takes that and several songs later, sung daringly by all of your trio, and jokes passed among friends that make you think about it. Really think about it. While Daniel and she sing their hearts out to the point of their voices cracking and laughs transforming into guffaws, you sit there and submerge yourself in thought.

You’ve seen Hyeju smile. It's pretty and sweet; her triangle-shaped mouth curls up into a half moon and it's everything you've ever wished for in life. No, fuck food. Fuck oxygen. All you need is her smile. It's cheesy as hell when you page through those types of quotes in those teenage romance books you probably shouldn't even be holding, but you swear that if Hyeju smiles for the rest of her life, it's enough for you to live. She just looks so pretty. Her resting bitch face, stone cold as the title of the expression suggests, is hot (yes, you're using that word), but when she chooses to smile—oh, you're as good as dead.

You don't like Son Hyeju though.

You’ve heard her sing in the noraebang room with her soft voice filling the vicinity. She doesn't sing much although she could. The day would come when she’d say "you know, I almost became an idol. I trained then dipped halfway,” and the pitched raspiness of her voice still would send you to heaven. It's a natural and beautiful thing, a trait she couldn't learn from the best vocal coach.

You don't like Son Hyeju though.

You’ve felt her hair when she leaned into your lap after laughing too much. "Stop, or I swear to god I will fuck your shit up," she told you, slapping your thigh after your terrible dad joke. You ran your fingers through her hair to calm her, but if anything it's an excuse to just touch her. You want to touch Hyeju, and not even in a sexual way. You just want your bodies closed up on each other with no awkwardness barriering the freedom to hold and be held.

And it’s not the kiss, but all these that make you stop your denial, and discover that you—

“—think I like Hye,” you whisper to Daniel when said girl leaves to get some beer. The flashing disco lights hanging from the ceiling can’t camouflage the red on your face. 

Daniel laughs and puts down the mic. The bump on the crafted table sends a tinged pitch of feedback to your ears. “Everyone likes her. So?”

He’s right. Everyone likes Hyeju. Yeah, they like her through every name she’s taken up. She was the star of the school back in middle school when she went as Hyejoo, then the ice princess of high school as Olivia Hye, and finally… as herself now that she’s grown up with you, Son Hyeju. She’s become so many versions of herself and yet people still like the real her. You still know the real her.

“No,” is what you say, as you twiddle your fingers. You don’t know how to say this without causing an uproar. “I like Hyeju.”

He considers this for a moment, weighing in your words. “Like as in… like like?”

A nervous swallow. Is Daniel the right person to tell this ? “Like like,” you reply nevertheless.

Daniel locks his chin between his rough fingers and strokes it thoughtfully. His face is clouded with a feeling you can’t read. “Well, a lot of people do, too. And they wouldn’t blame you for it. She’s—” He looks down at his shoes then back at the noraebang screen. “She’s a pretty girl.”

The understatement of the century. Hyeju’s face was carved with such beauty—curved, pyramid lips; slanted eyes; a cold look that you, unlike people when asked about their first impression of her, weren’t scared of—and she’s just so… easy to love. 

Yes, Son Hyeju is easy to love. Everyone loves her, but she can only ever reciprocate it in a different way to one man. Woman, perhaps? Anything goes, but you'd rather she gives it to you.

You're a selfish person, you admit that. More so when it comes to her. 

"Let's get this party started!" she says. You don't intend to flinch yet you end up doing it anyway when she sits down next to you and hands you canned alcohol. 

"There's only three of us, Hye," Daniel points out. The rounded metal springs up from the can and he gulps down a hefty amount of the spiked liquid.

"Three's a crowd. Especially when it's with you guys."

"So you're saying we're too much?" Match her sass with hidden bits of your own. You're only trying to make it seem like your heart doesn't beg to be held close to hers. 

"Too much is just enough for me." 

Hyeju drops both of her arms around you and your other friend and ruffles your hair. It's sweet. It should be. It’s exactly that which makes you fail to understand why your heart feels squeezed. Why is she also hugging Daniel in the same manner she hugs you?

The kiss at the bar means nothing. The kiss at the bar means nothing. You have to stop thinking that it means there's a ring on your finger already. 

You rise from the sofa to purchase chips because you’re starving, but not for healthy food. You wouldn’t dream of eating a salad when there’s junk food in your general vicinity, and it just so happens that there’s a vending machine you’ve got your eye on at the counter. Soon, a rainbow of plastic bags fills your arms. What they contain would work well to repay your debt with Hyeju. Daniel can eat these without worrying about money. He’s been a good friend. He deserves chips after the evil you’ve thought about him.

"I bought chips—"

Daniel is pushing Hyeju to the end of the sofa and has his lips locked on hers. His hands are in her hair. Her eyes are shut. You can hear the sloppy sounds of kissing bouncing off the noraebang walls. The instrumental from the radio is the cherry on top of everything.

Does this kiss guarantee a ring? 

"Wow," you say. Nod then laugh, as if doing it would make your situation better. “Wow.”

Hyeju turns her head and scrambles for broken dignity. It's too late. You've already seen it. Daniel doesn't even bother running after you when she bursts out of the room to chase you. You're immovable—each step is a promise to take you far away. You trust that promise to skewer you away from Son Hyeju, Son fucking Hyeju who led you on and played with your heart.

"Hey.” Her steps catch up with yours. Walk faster, but she only draws closer. You can’t escape from her now. “Hey!”

"What?" Turn to her, heavy breathing lining your shoulders. You stare into her small face and silently dare her to make an excuse.

To your surprise and her audacity, she does. "It's not what it looks like!" she says, swallowing. How could she be the one near tears when she's the one who kissed him? "Let me explain—"

"I know what I saw."

"Well, you don't see the bigger picture. He sm—"

"—smart? Funny? Rich?" Laugh and shake your head. Your laughs sound more and more genuine. You've gone a little sick in the head. "Yeah, I know. But hey, we're not supposed to be anything, right? Why am I mad? It's not like our kiss meant anything."

"Please, oppa. Listen to me."

"No, go sing together,” you say, then thrust the junk food you bought in her arms. “I’m sure you’re better off with him.”

Mean it. Turn away. Don't bother to look at her when you know she'll go crawling back to Daniel. He's totally her type. He's everything, you're nothing. He's smart, you're not. He loves her more, and you do—just not enough. Now you understand why they were so touchy and close in the room.

Anger is irrational when it was just a kiss. The two of you weren't official, either. If you weren't before, you sure as hell aren't now. It's just not meant to be. 

She likes Daniel, not you. And even though you want to be, you aren't supposed to be angry at Hyeju. She was swept into a high school love triangle that happened a little later in her life, and ultimately chose the better guy. No need to drop names. The kiss was enough for you to know which man she chose.

Besides, you don't love Son Hyeju anyway. Isn't that what you've always told yourself? That's right. You don't love her.

Denial is a river flowing down your cheek.

-

The dorm becomes a cemetery of the living dead. You and Hyeju have not spoken to each other for three months. She stops waking you up for class, and you do the same. The place is notably cleaner after the two of you rely only on yourself to tidy up. Lost are the sarcasm, friendly touches, teasing arguments. It’s like the two of you never knew each other.

It’s through this that you discover that you have to be careful what you wish for. You always thought about Daniel putting himself in your place, and it happened. Ever since the kiss, Hyeju’s been chattier with him, and he pulls her close the way you used to, and she smiles at him like she used to at you, except that it’s wider now. They’re together. Officially together; you’ve seen their Instagram posts. 

Moreover, she’s happier than ever, flourishing without you.

And you? You’re still stuck in that noraebang, replaying that fateful kiss over and over in your head. Each time you close your eyes you see Hyeju and Daniel in a passionate liplock. It’s the kiss that ruined what you had with Hyeju and has made your quality of life deteriorate. You didn’t know that Hyeju makes up almost every part of your day. Mornings are empty without your stroll with her. Post-exam nights aren’t as fun when she’s not there to bring drinks. Afternoons are lonely when she’s always out with Daniel.

You hate the fucker. He knew you liked Hyeju. You’ve told him about it right before the thing he did with her even happened, so it’s impossible that he’d forget. Besides, like he said, the two of you are always together. He surely would have picked up the signs. Unfortunately, he whisked her away just like that.

You dislike to feel like the scheming guy in coming-of-age films who doesn’t get the girl, but it’s the perfect portrayal of your emotions.

Wake up for class. She does, too. You have the decency to not gawk at how good she looks even in a casual tank top and plaid shorts, but she doesn’t even try to hide that she’s staring at you. Just not for the same reason, you assume. You’re just her boy best friend. With the way things are, you aren’t even a friend to her anymore.

You smear cheese onto a soft slice of bread. Still, her eyes are on you. From the corner of what takes up your vision, you could tell that she’s trying to figure out how to make this less awkward. You’d think that an eternity’s worth of effectively giving each other the cold shoulder would make her learn how to do it. She’s a smart girl anyway. She should have figured that out.

“You know… you can’t just keep ignoring me.”

Freeze—it’s the first time she’s spoken to you in a while. And you weren’t prepared for that. It���s like someone threw a punch in your stomach, but it’s also a breath of fresh air. How those two feelings could converge into each other you don’t know. 

“So stop it, will you?” she continues. She swings her legs out of the duvet and places her hands snug on the edge of her bed. “Stop treating me like I’m a…”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m your fucking ex,” Hyeju snarls. The duvet crumples in her fist.

Scoff. Fold the bread slice tight onto the other squared end. Talk about a good morning. “Ex? We were never a thing, Hye… ju.” 

Right, it isn’t like that anymore. You can’t call her Hye like the old times.

The hurt that registers on her face, still pretty in the midst of pain, comes by so fast it would take a magnifying glass to see it clearly. Now she’s the one scoffing. She recovers quickly from the stifled nickname so well that you never would have guessed you disarmed her. “That’s the thing. You’re right—we weren’t boyfriend-girlfriend. So why are you acting like I’m a ghost?”

“I wonder why,” you say. “Couldn’t be because you kissed me then decided to kiss another guy while I was away. Nope, totally out of the question.”

What happened? It seems like just yesterday the two of you were throwing insults and playfully quarreling with each other like it’s natural. This is a real disagreement here. This can’t be resolved with a smile or hug. You and Hyeju aren’t like that anymore. It’s a thing of the past.

Just like your friendship.

“If you’d just let me explain—”

“You know what? I don’t have time for this. Go with Daniel to class. Have a good life with him. Just call me if you get lost.”

Don’t even try to take a bite out of your cheese sandwich. You leave it on the table. Later, it’ll become stale and cold, similar to your friendship with Hyeju, or whatever kind of fucked up relationship you have.

You storm out of the dorm. You’re glad to get out—you’re already worried about the test later and the night class with miss Wong. Don’t need a situationship to take up your mind either. 

The day passes like a car on a rocky, jagged road. It’s difficult to muster a smile to the freshmen the moment you come in to help miss Jeong teach, or work on your test when that argument with her fills your mind rather than equations you should have memorized. The whole day is torture, and you don’t dare wish it on anyone. Not even that asshole Daniel

“What’s up with you today?” people ask you. “You sure you’re alright?” “Where’s Hyeju?”

You don’t answer.

When the night comes, it’s relief for your sore mind and body. That test beat you up and the sun was too cruel to your skin. Even if night classes could last till the brink of dawn, you don’t mind. Take comfort in the fact that it’s only a discussion and nothing more. 

Barely listen though. Two a.m. creeps by and you haven’t taken in a thing. Usually miss Wong would have you focused, keeping in mind that she’s strict and merciless, but you’re too tired today. Your bones ache though you didn’t do much walking. They’re only symptoms of heartbreak.

You don’t want to see a doctor. In fact, you want to get worse.

Miss Wong looks up at the clock. “Is it alright if I extend for just five minutes?” she asks. Her pencil skirt struggles to contain her strides on the platform.

A chorus of mixed responses echo in the classroom. Others, the top students in particular who participate in every club you could name, say it’s fine. Some already have excuses to make: they need to work on homework; they have other classes to go to; every excuse existing. You don’t know which side you’re on—you don’t want to come home to another angry night with Hyeju, and at the same time, you can’t be assed to stay.

Then—

Ringing. It’s all you hear. Your classmates’ voices drown out in it. It’s supposed to be soft, but it isn’t anymore when everyone shuts their mouth in alarm. Look here, look there. You don’t know where it’s coming from. 

Your hint is the light in your pocket. Fish it out. It’s coming from your phone.

“I thought I told you guys to put your cellphones on mute during class,” Wong says, sighing. Her glare shoots you a warning.

Okay, you’d say sorry to her and put your phone away. Drop the call. Anything. But the first thing you do is wonder:

Why the fuck is Son Hyeju calling you?

Aside from all the tension between you, your natural instinct is to answer. Your next is to ask her, “Hye?”

“Oppa…” comes her voice from your speaker.

Before you could wonder why she’s calling, you notice that Hyeju’s voice is… lonely. Yes, lonely. That’s the word you’d use right away if you’re asked to describe it. No, it can’t be just that. It’s mixed with something else. It’s higher, a little more groggy.

Forget that you were fighting. Forget that she kissed Daniel and broke your heart. She wouldn’t call if it isn’t something even her pride can’t protect. “Hyeju? What’s wrong?” 

“I’m lost.” 

-

Those are the two words she utters before breaking into sobs. You’ve never heard or seen Hyeju cry. She likes to treat problems with anger rather than sadness, slicing away at every conflict with groans and cursing professors for low grades. If she’s crying, it must mean something’s wrong. Something’s very, very wrong.

You’re keenly aware that all eyes and ears are monitoring your moves, but you don’t care. You rise from your seat and start gathering your laptop into your bag. You forget about your notes. Fuck them. Hyeju comes first. 

“Where did you go, Hye?” Walk out of the class. If miss Wong has a problem with that, she can tell you about it tomorrow. 

Sniffles on her end. Her quiet, low cries break your heart. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I need you, oppa. I have… I have nobody else. Please come and get me.”

“Hyeju—”

“Please,” she whispers. Her voice lowers to a whine. “I’m alone. I’m so alone.”

Tears itch at the bottoms of your eyes. You have to come and get her. Need to forget the fight and silent treatment that ensued. All that means nothing if Hyeju’s in need of your help.

Where the fuck are your keys? Remove them from the loop of your jeans and click the button. In the driveway, your car’s headlights shine. Yep, there it is. You once regretted buying a secondhand car like that. Now that it can get you to Hyeju, you vow to take care of it for life. You’d spend thousands to repair it if it breaks down.

But right now, it’s Hyeju who’s breaking down. She’s all alone somewhere and she needs you. In a way, you need her, too. She’s the one who’s braver to admit it.

You’ve never driven faster in your entire life. All the while you stay on the line with Hyeju. Your grip on the wheel tightens whenever she lets out a hopeless little sob. She’s crying so hard that you want to roll into a ball in the corner and cry, too. You can’t do that. You have to be the stronger one, the one who comes to her like she’s done for you and tells her that everything’s going to be alright.

You make no promises. 

Eventually you coax a location out of her and break several speed limits. Ignore the cops that yell at you. They can all go and fuck off. Hyeju needs you. You’re her best friend. It’s what friends do.

“Motherfucker,” you curse, upon seeing that the location she led you to was a club. It’s hidden in the corner of a creepy alley. “Hyeju, are you drunk?”

“Nooooo…” she drawls, giggling through her tears. “Your voice is so nice, oppa. It really makes me feel better. Did’ya know that?”

No time to be flattered. You burst into the club and find her in the midst of flashing lights and crowds of bodies. Your ears ring because of the music. Whose idea was it to hire this DJ? He thinks he’s doing such a good job, too. 

Hyeju’s in the center of it all. Her black coat is too big for her, but so is the crowd. When it moves, it drags her along by the toes. She’s… smiling? Wasn’t she crying on the phone just minutes earlier? Maybe she drank more. This can’t be good.

“Hyeju!” Start walking faster. 

She sticks her tongue out at you and starts to sprint upon seeing you get close.

You have no time for games. This isn’t even in the least bit funny. What if someone spiked her drink? What if that was the reason she’s acting funny? Worse: what if someone’s planning to take advantage of her? All these concerns bump into each other in your head as you run after her. 

A couple of “excuse me”s and “sorry!”s after you quickly squeeze in between dancing people. Drinks spilled on the floor. Anger from two dolled up ladies. (A look to your right and… yep, not only from them.) Disapproval from the DJ who even calls you out. Boos from the crowd. You don’t care about them. You only care about getting Hyeju to safety. She can’t be here in her vulnerable state.

Before she could dash out from your line of vision, you grab her wrist. Seal your grip around it tightly so she can’t escape. “Son Hyeju,” you say, glaring at her. Ever since she stopped crying, she started to play around. This isn’t a game but to her it is. A fun game, to be more precise. “What the fuck is going on?”

“Oooh, you caught…” She burps. Playful giggles spill from her mouth. “... me!” Hyeju gives you a drunken smile and claps for you regardless of her right hand being held into position. 

“Why are you here?”

“Why are you here? See? I can ask stupid q-questions, too!”

You whisk her away from the ongoing party and into the cold night air. You’re about to throw your jacket on her when you see that she’s wearing one, too. 

People are starting to stare. Pray that no one intervenes, even if they have good intentions. After all, you’re a man with a woman under the influence. They have every right to be concerned, but you hope that just for now they know you wouldn’t dare hurt Hyeju.

The wind blows a breeze that almost knocks you to the floor. You draw Hyeju to yourself to warm her. You can’t risk her catching a cold. 

”Let me go, oppa!” Hyeju’s mood goes from sad to drunkenly cheerful to pained. She forces her wrist out from your fist harshly. Your arms no longer wrap her. “You don’t like me anymore, right? And I have a boyfriend!”

Capture her hand again. She can’t escape and run away a second time. You’ve done that too much to know that it’ll send her down into a dizzying spiral. You’re cowards, the both of you—that’s why you flee whenever a problem arises. You don’t know how to deal with it. 

That changes now. Get in your vehicle. Pull her in, too. “For your information,” you say, locking her seatbelt in place, “you called me. You asked me to pick you up.”

The car roars to life and speeds down the road. The night barely provides light for you to move along. It’s beautiful nevertheless. Stars peek out from the depths of black. The moon is dim yet reassuring. What fate does it have in store for you? Would you accept it if you knew? How could they all look so serene while you have your drunk crush next to you starting an argument?

“And you’d loooove not to do it, wouldn’t you?” Hyeju’s words suggest that she’s no longer that drunk but the way her words come out like jumbled words in a newspaper crossword tell you otherwise. She leans against the door and crosses her arms. “It was a mistake to call you. You, you fucking hate me.”

Does she really believe that? You may hate Daniel, but you never once hated Hyeju. You’ve only had wistful feelings for her even after she kissed him. You still checked up on her socials and watched her as she ate lunch with him. You remained loyal to her, like a dog following its owner through scoldings.

Yeah, you really are just her dog.

“I don’t hate you, Hye,” you say with conviction. You’re determined to make her believe that. It’s difficult when you’ve never been the type to be good with words. 

“Yes, you do! You wouldn’t even let me explain why I kissed Daniel!”

“For fuck’s sake, I was hurt! I didn’t know what to do!”

“Then hear me out for once!”

“Alright.” Your hands slap the wheel, unintentionally bumping the horn and causing Hyeju to cringe. “Go on. Tell me what happened.”

“He was the one who kissed me, the fucking idiot! He kissed me out of the blue and wouldn’t stop!”

Wait.

What? 

Daniel, your friend and Hyeju’s, initiated the kiss? Hyeju didn’t want it to happen?

If only you knew, you would have beaten up Daniel a long time ago. 

You can’t even speak. You had it all wrong. You can’t believe there was an explanation for everything and you refused to hear it. 

Hyeju begins to sob again. Her words circle in the air like an incantation. It’s equally because of the alcohol and her emotions. “I was… talking to him about my training, but then he kissed me.” She wipes her face and laughs humorlessly. “He started making out with me and, a-and I didn’t know how to stop it. It was like I was frozen.”

“You… you didn’t kiss him?” Your tone is broken and incredulous. “He made you do it?”

She looks almost offended. “Why? Why would I ever kiss that bastard?”

“But you’re dating him.”

“I am,” says Hyeju, hands in her hair, “Hah, okay. I'm dating him, yeah, but that’s just because I thought you didn’t like me. I only want one person in the world, and it isn’t Daniel Smith.”

“Hyeju—”

“It’s you, you clueless little shit!” She punches your shoulder and muffles her face into your car pillow. Her next scream is elongated, filled with frustration. When she lifts her face from the pillow, her eyeliner and blush are smeared and wet with teardrops. “It’s you, and I only want you!”

In vino veritas.

The confession is as out of the blue as Daniel’s kiss was. You’re in a state of shock and disbelief—too much information is coming into your brain. You want to punch Daniel in the face for shocking her with an unwanted move. You want to hug Hyeju. You want to tell her that you’re sorry for not hearing her side of the story. 

Most importantly, you want to tell her that you want her, too.

It’s too late now. She’s seen you disregard her voice and choose to have a one-track mind. There’s no way she wants you anymore.

“Why the fuck would you ever want me, Hyeju?” 

“Because!” She lets out a shivering little sigh. “You don’t treat me like… hlk, like I’m a trophy to show off. You’re my friend. You know how to be mean but you take care of me even if I’m too moody sometimes. Even if I don’t want to come along with you outside because I’m scared I’ll make myself look stupid in front of you. Even if… even if I love too hard but don’t show that I love you most and that sometimes you take care of me more than my dad does and I know it’s wrong to see you that way when I’m with him now but I really want you to take care of me but still kiss me too if I need it and be okay with me calling you names like ‘daddy’ and still being your best friend besides being my boyfriend… but I know it can’t happen anymore and I ruined everything—”

“Hyeju.”

More tears flow down her face. “—and I know you won’t ever love me the same again but I’ll regret forever, long after we graduate, that I never showed that I loved you, that I was a coward—”

“Hyeju,” you say, gently. Pull over at the university parking lot. You have your finger on her mouth, sealing them to stop her droning. She pauses. She doesn’t do it without breaking down. “Please. Don’t tell me you don’t know it. It’s been happening under your nose every single day.”

“What?” she murmurs, eyes glassy as they connect with yours.

“I like you, too.”

Silence. Several beats go by. They’re too lengthy to be fake. The next nuance confirms that:

Talk about relief. Talk about passion. As if she’s forgetting that a sudden kiss was what opened Pandora’s box, Hyeju grabs your face and does exactly that. Again, it has too many things to it that blocks it from being faux. The unique shape of her lips mold onto yours, as if your lips were made to kiss each other all the time. It’s back to the café again, wherein she does something and you subconsciously follow along. Your hands are on her phenomenal waist. And soon you’re unbuckling her seatbelt so she could sit safely on your lap, where she’s supposed to be. Where she belongs.

She drops her touch to your shoulders. She massages them, and you groan delightfully. Now it’s your turn to hold her face and lean in closer. Hyeju’s mouth tastes of sweetness and alcohol. You don’t know how those two tastes could mix together. Hyeju makes it work.

“Oppa, daddy,” she whimpers. She pulls away. The distance is still close to nothing. “Daddy, I love you.”

It’s a sudden nickname, still detached from when she uses it with you jokingly, yet there’s no hesitance here. You know your truth. “I love you, too, Hyeju.”

“Will you take me to bed?” She starts grinding down on your shaft needily. “Please say you will, daddy. Please say you’ll make me happy.”

“You’re drunk. I… I don’t know if I should.”

“‘m not. Maybe. But I’ve wanted it to happen for a long time,” Hyeju says. “I won’t mind, I promise.”

She couldn’t get any more sober with that. So you do what any man would do if they were called daddy by Son Hyeju: lift her out of your car, not caring to check twice if it’s locked, and bring her to bed. Take her coat off—she won’t need it if you’ll make her warm from the inside and out.

Her arms round your neck and her face is buried in your chest. Her words come out in a desperate, needy tone that you haven’t heard from her since the day you met. Who exactly were you to make her this small?

Her daddy, of course.

See, as tough as Hyeju makes herself out to be, she’s still needy. She still has her own problems that haven’t let go of her now that she’s older, like the daddy thing. You only fully understand it now when you lay her on the bed and continue kissing her. Hard. Her moans call out for you. They aren’t merely things to whine if it feels good. It’s not even a matter of want anymore; her shivers and cries indicate of her carnal need for you to do what you will with her.

“Don’t be scared,” she tells you, closing her eyes as you kiss her perfect jawline. “You wanted me for so long, right? Well, I did, too. Do what you want to me. Fuck me, daddy.”

“You talk extremely dirty for someone who’s drunk,” you chuckle. 

“Not so drunk anymore. You make me sober.”

“Sweet talker. You’re all bark and no bite.”

Hyeju has no retort to make. Your lips on her gorgeous nipple render her speechless. The cute pink nub is hard, and grows harder at your loving suckles. Her breasts are the perfect size for squeezing. Relish in that fact by squeezing her left breast while dedicating more of your attention to the other, making her become sensitive with each action. 

You’d say you have bite, for you do so lightly on her breast. She gasps. “Daddy!” she cries out.

“Fuck, don’t say it like that.” Your cock throbs already. It’s the same feeling you get all those times before, the times you’d get into an argument with Hyeju and she’d call you that.

“What? It’s not my fault you can’t handle me,” she says wittily.

“Don’t try me.”

“What?” She cocks a brow. “Hit too close to home?”

You have to shut her bratty self up. Tug her pants off, sliding them off her silky legs. Her pink panties are a hint to the gentle color of her pussy. Find out about them anyway—push the underwear aside and shove three fingers in her.

“Oh shit.” Hyeju’s squeeze on your digits is instant, like an impulsive reaction. 

Think about if Daniel has done this to her before and pick up the pace. You’re fingering her like the walls of her soaked pussy would banish him and let you have her all to yourself. “Son Hyeju,” you growl, “shut the fuck up.”

“W-won’t—ah!” 

If you don’t make her quiet, you’ll at least reduce her words to pathetic moans. You’d say you’re successful. Your rapid thrusts send Hyeju’s screams paralleling the night wind with their strength. 

You’re surprised again and again at how loud she could get. She’s always so quiet except for the occasional sarcastic remark. She can make no more of those if faced with the relentless fingering you do unto her pussy. They draw out strings of dampness when they withdraw, and fill her right to the knuckles when you go back in. Her hips squirm and you have to place a hand on her thigh to continue.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” she screams. Her mouth is open while she sits up to look at what you’re doing to her vulnerable cunt. “It feels so fucking good, don’t stop!”

She looks beautiful. Her shirt is lifted above her breasts, making them bounce madly due to the timing and force of your thrusts. Her eyes could never be more watchful. She can’t believe she actually has you between her legs and fingering her to orgasm.

“Got any comeback for me, Hye?” you ask smugly. 

Hyeju nods. Her lips are parted again. Although you haven’t had sex with her except for now, you know what that dropped jaw means: she’s close.

Her walls are impossible to part completely. She’s too damn tight that you bet she’d still be so with one finger. The grip of her slippery, wet cunt is like no other. You reach deep into it and stroke out till you find the place. That’s how Hyeju starts to shiver. She can’t manage it.

“Oh, yeah? What do you have to say now, sweet?” Wrap your lips around her nipple. It’s another one of your unfair advantages over her.

“I-I-I—I can’t!” 

The recoil of Hyeju’s tits is amazing. Harshly squeeze the boob you’ve relatively neglected to make sure she can’t get a word out of those pretty lips. Take a further step and smack it, too. She moans in satisfaction. Your harsh squeezes imprint a replica of your hand on her pale skin. 

Of course, you don’t forget to keep your fingers going. You change techniques now and then, switching from gentle circling to rapid fire shoving. Whether it’s one or the other, Hyeju’s fuckhole swallows you up. She doesn’t mind which or what; she needs your harshness the most. It’s what counts as a whole.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum! Please make me cum on your fingers, make your babygirl cum… oh—oh, fuck!”

Combined with your thumb nudging her small clit and your digits absolutely destroying her tightness, Hyeju does the unthinkable: she squirts on your hand and on your bed. Liquid gushes on your shirt; it’s so consistent and clear that a new determination is founded within you. It’s to make your unbearably hot best friend cum like she never has.

For the record, it’s the first time you’ve made a girl squirt. You didn’t expect that it would be this satisfying. Seeing Hyeju’s blissful face and the shake of her beautiful legs make your efforts worth it. Watching yourself do it to your best friend and make her feisty, boyish self let out screams and pleas brings increased triumph.

“No, oh god, it’s too much!” Hyeju says this but her legs part more. Her head is tossed back and her moans don’t stop. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can’t—daddy!”

“Messy little brat.” Rub away at her clit. Feel the spurt of her cum hit your finger. “That’s it, cum for daddy. Keep those pretty thighs open.”

Hyeju mewls at the mixture of degradation and moans. If Daniel had said that to her, she probably would have thrown up in a bucket. When it’s you, on the other hand, everything changes. She wants you to call her every harsh name out there and accompany it with sides of praise. She’ll only feel this good when she’s with you.

Hyeju is anything but obedient. Things change here in the dorm, where her pussy is spread and prone to your touch. Her midriff, soft yet slender, rises over and over. The hose of her wet orgasms still hasn’t stopped.

“Goddammit, you’re squirting so much. Am I that good, hm, Hyeju? Is daddy that good to his pretty little girl?” 

“Mmm, mmm, don't— no more, daddy, no more!” Hyeju’s core is already spent, and you haven’t even put your cock in her yet. 

Stop. Not before you leave a kiss to the sensitive bundle of nerves that you abused. It’s a mark now, something invisible that subtly says to everyone that you got to fuck her. You got to fuck Son Hyeju. You made her cum like never before.

Spit on Hyeju’s center then spread it to her lips and nub. She moans. “You’re so wet, Hye.”

“Whatever.” She’s blushing. “I’ve had better.”

You have to say you’re a little provoked. You know it’s false seeing the smug look on her face and after making her squirt, but who exactly has done her better? Daniel? Definitely not him. The possibility still does well to spur you to jealousy.

“Oh,” you say, smiling tightly, “so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?”

Hyeju gasps happily when she’s pushed to the wall and on her knees. It’s reminiscent of how Daniel did exactly that: pinning her to the wall before kissing her. Your anger brews into a fire just thinking about him. 

“Yeah. What’re you gonna do about it?”

Unbuckle your belt. Your jeans join it on the floor as well as your briefs. “I’m gonna clean that dirty mouth of yours.”

“And how are you gonna do that, daddy?” Hyeju pretends not to know what’s coming.

It’s your belief that actions speak louder than words. That’s why when you place your cock in between Hyeju’s lips, it resonates inside her more than your promise to purify her mouth. Logic fails here when dirty sins can’t remove Hyeju’s dirty words. One wrong and another doesn’t make a right. Oh, who cares? This isn’t a class. This isn’t your thesis. You focus only on feeling the softness of her triangular mouth, the wetness of the back of her throat.

Holding your cock by the base, you lead its tip into rubbing every corner of Hyeju’s mouth. Her cheeks make an outline of your girth as you press your head against them. Her jaw becomes slack after you press your dick down to her tongue. You’re technically doing all the work here because you’re fucking her face, but you’d argue that Hyeju contributes just as much with her tearful eyes that are more puppy than wolf.

The shape of her wet orifice leaves ample space for you to rub against everything. Your tip draws a triangle on her lips right before slipping inside. There you keep your word and clean her dirty mouth. Push those naughty words down her throat with immediate thrusts. That way, she can only moan, nothing else. No sass can be heard from her now.

“You’re such a bad girl, Hyeju,” you say. Curl your hand ‘round her messy hair and direct it downwards. She groans, her mouth now upright for yout fuck easier into. “You shouldn’t like having your mouth used like this. You shouldn’t be on your knees for your best friend when your boyfriend’s waiting for you at home.”

Hyeju knows you’re right. She shouldn’t. She isn’t supposed to enjoy having her throat rammed and spread. She shouldn’t be cheating on the man she claims to love. It’s a mistake of hers to be here anyway, underneath another man. 

Her second mistake is to like everything the way it is..

Her third is to tongue your shaft like she would a sweet treat. She wants to taste all of you, from your thick tip to the base. She’s not had much to work on with Daniel, but she knew it would be a good time when you sprung out your cock. She makes this worth it—she seals her lips at your base, her nose pressed firmly at the bottom of your tummy, then produces such a harsh suction that the grip you have in her black locks of messy hair tightens. A curse is what you let out besides precum. 

“Fuck,” you say. Pull her head closer. Aggressive thrusts fire away. “Didn’t know your pouty little lips could suck dick so well. I bet it’s bulging your throat. Is daddy right about that?”

She tries to nod. Her gags stop her intended action; your thrusts have sped up and are now destroying her tight throat. No space is left for her to breathe when her mouth is stuffed with your length. Even her nostrils can’t take in much air if her nose is pressed that tightly to your stomach.

Place a hand on the wall in order for there to be no aches for her head when you thrust wildly. “You know, I changed my mind. Maybe you’re a good girl, especially with that face. Go on, touch yourself. I know you want to.”

Permission is granted by her daddy. Hyeju gives a cry in response then leads her hand between her legs. Letting you fuck her face has made her wet beyond imagination. She doesn’t need to press directly on her pussy when there’s slick all over her thighs. She gathers them all up and places them back in her pussy. She moans as she swirls her digits inside her. Here’s how it works: she has one hand masturbating, and the other on your thigh to caress it and at the same time keep her balance.

Take note of that. “You’re a smart girl, Hyeju. Smart girls shouldn’t be letting their faces get fucked. We can’t have that happen, right?”

You say that yet your actions tell a different story. Your violent pumps into Hyeju’s mouth to use it to the limits are endless. Hyeju’s moaning. She enjoys it more than she should. Of course, you jam those moans, as pretty as they are, down her throat. 

Slap your cock on her lips.

“You know what I mean.”

Slip the whole of your length out then in again. Make her brush those luscious lips against every inch.

“We really, really can’t have that happen.”

Caress her cheek. Her eyes are awaiting and obedient. Look down into them and almost feel bad for ruining her, your best friend.

“Daniel might walk in anytime. He’ll be looking for you.”

Your movements are cruel as time goes by. You shouldn’t be treating your best friend like this. You shouldn’t even be having sex with her. All of these ought to stop you in your tracks—you don’t.

“And what will he say when he sees his precious girlfriend on her knees for his best friend?”

Hyeju begins to whine. She doesn’t want him to walk in; she’s enjoying this too much. What she doesn’t want to happen even more is for you not to blow your load inside her warm throat. People can’t have what they want all the time, but she swears she won’t want anything else if you just give her what she wants. That’s for you to absolutely use her. Be cruel to her and it wouldn’t sting.

“He’ll start to think how better you are with me. You’re a bad girl, Hyeju. You know that and you still want me.”

You’re right in every way. She is better with you. You just fuck her better, treat her better, kiss her better. She can’t kiss better the wound she’ll leave in Daniel if he just so happens to walk in. Maybe she could, but she’d put salt on it when he discovers how good you make her feel. It isn’t fair to anybody. To you, the one she accidentally hurt; to Daniel, who was the one (no, make that the two with how he was her last resort and how she gave him false hope); to her, who can’t go without you.

“Let go.”

Nine.

It takes exactly nine strokes in between her folds for her to cum. Drool sheens your girth. Some even drip from her mouth. It’s like she’s in heat; she’s whining as she tries to cum and suck you off at the same time. Hyeju ends up sucking your shaft with desperation, legs quivering and threatening to give away.

“Cum with me, Hyeju,” you command her. Pull out, rather regretfully, but take comfort with how pretty she’d look covered in your cum. Your hand wraps around you and jerks you off. Although it can’t match Hyeju’s mouth or her ass, it’ll do well in shooting your load on her.

Your best friend keeps calling your name squeezed between “daddy”s as she fingers herself to orgasm. She collapses pathetically on the floor, in a pool of sweat and cum. Her shirt and the floor of your shared dorm room are stained. No need to wonder where those white stains come from; the only suspects are you and Hyeju. It’s a partnered crime for her squirt comes out at such a velocity that it rivals your cumshots.

“Take my load, Hyeju, fuck!”

If there’s anything Hyeju isn’t, it’s submissive. It somehow changes when she nods and opens her mouth. You’re introduced to a whole new side of her. Her post-orgasm face is one you hope to admire everyday. Look at the expressions she makes when her eyes are crossed and her tongue is out for you and you have difficulty choosing between the two. 

You and Hyeju exchange a tired look. If you’re to be specific, a look is how everything starts. You became friends with her because she was staring at you too long a time in class. You quickly reunited with her in college when you looked to your back to see to whom the familiar voice belonged. It took one quick glance to see that Daniel had kissed her in the noraebang.

Similarly, a look is what causes you to shamelessly throw Hyeju on the bed again. By now her limbs curl into yours like this were a completely natural thing that happened between you, as if she were always being fucked and manhandled like this. Your kisses now are more aggressive, too. They aren’t nervous like earlier, when you still weren't sure if doing this was right. Hyeju responds by engaging in a battle for dominance, pushing forward and pulling the forces connecting you. 

You win in the end.

Slam her back down to the mattress. Her anticipation is written clearly in her eyes. “I’m going to ruin you, Son Hyeju,” you say.

She laughs in your face. “Bet.”

Alright. You’ll show her. It’s a friendly bet you’ll take all seriousness in.

Align your dick with her waiting cunt. You shed all attempts to tease her or dive into foreplay. What she needs is your cock inside her, rearranging her insides. If that’s so, you’ll give it to her. 

“Oh!” Hyeju gasps. Her pretty eyes are big above her hands covering her face. She never guessed you would feel this good inside her. “You’re so fucking big, daddy. It's, it’s better than I imagined, fffuck.”

Steer all your weight into this thrust specifically. Your tip makes contact with her G-spot and sends her legs shaking. Send her a couple inches further on the mattress. Her godly tits begin another round of bouncing. There’s no other routine you’d love to watch. 

Already you've put your hands on her hips. They’re to pull her closer if she gets lost. Again. You have to make sure you won’t lose her this time. This chance was given to you for a reason. You have to keep her here, show her all the love you’ve kept bottled up all these years.

Hyeju squirms a lot. That’s what your grip is for. It’s to keep her on the bed so she can easily receive your pumps. And what a good job she does at receiving them—Hyeju’s hips shiver as they’re subjected to a force her sensitive pussy can’t handle. She’s always going into things she can’t handle. This is no different. Time with Daniel was okay, but you’re a different story. You ensure that she’s always filled to the hilt until she’s bottoming out. 

Deeper and deeper you go. Your cock knocks up into her tummy. You curse; it’s hotter than it’s supposed to be. Something as simple as that shouldn’t be so arousing.

“Oh, you like that? You… you like seeing your big cock stuffing my little pussy?” asks Hyeju. Her teeth are parted to let in air she so desperately needs to formulate these words. She knows they’ll turn you on. “I know you do, daddy. Look at your meat ruining my insides. You’re going to cum so much inside me. And I’ll take it all. I’m a good girl. I’ll show you I’m a good girl.”

She leads your hand to her throat and closes your digits around it. Get the message. Squeeze there tight. Her strangled gasp is everything.

“You are, huh?” you say. Your composure is long gone. “Are you always this tight, Hyeju? Are you always this good? Or is it just for daddy?”

There’s something incredibly hot in the way Hyeju gushes and screams for you. Her nipples stand in the air, aroused by the quick penetrating done to her pussy. It seems almost impossible for her to be this wet. Each push of your hips brings forth a gush of wetness that wets the sheets and your joined crotches. Bring out your cock for a second to quickly flick its tip on her clit.

Hyeju gropes her own chest with closed eyes. “Ohhhh, fuck!” 

Return to your routine of drilling her. Her whole body reacts violently to your pounding. Moreover, every part of Hyeju’s beautiful body screams to be touched. Her jiggling thighs and breasts, her midriff prone to your thrusts, her face that’s never looked this slutty… where should you start? Your touch is given multiple choices, and you choose all of them. Your hands roam her body and squeeze and feel and grope. In response, she moans. The volume of her acute voice turns up with each, almost like her body has triggers that would draw out louder sounds. 

You think of it that way and now Hyeju’s screaming as you propel inside her while keeping a hand on her clit. 

“Daddy, o-only you, daddy!” she proclaims in a helpless scream. “No one can make me feel as good as you do, just keep fucking me, don’t stop!”

You’ve got your answer. Smile in satisfaction and, since she’s a good girl and gave the correct response, lean it to worship her breasts. Does slapping them count as worshiping? Hyeju thinks it does—her high groans and yells are enough to be context clues. You marvel at the size of her chest, so subtle with the baggy clothes she wears but now in their full, naked glory before you. It’s impossible for them to be presented to you without a squeeze being done.

“You like my tits, daddy? I’ll let you fuck them all you want, just finish inside me. I’m safe today. Promise, p-pro—”

Bury yourself deep inside her, to the point that your cockhead pushes at her cervix. Fill her up. Hyeju moans happily. She rolls her body up and down. The stimulation seduces you into making (kind of) breeding her a job well done.

“Thank you, daddy.” she sighs. She’s still erotically grinding her hips. It’s karma for overstimulating her a little earlier when your fingers filled her. 

“S-stop, Hyeju.”

“Stop? Alright, sure. I think that’s enough now. Daddy doesn’t want to fuck my tits anymore.”

Naughty little brat. She knows just the right words to tick you off and turn you on. It makes you want her to pound her into the bed again so that not even the old mattress can forget that it was the place you and Hyeju fucked.

“I’m just kidding, silly. Sit down! Yes, thank you.” 

She flashes you a smile after you do as she says. It’s a rare moment in this session with her that she has the say in what happens. Somehow. It can’t be completely true, not when she’s on her knees again for you. Not when her tongue trails worshipful lines on your cock and draws tight licks on your tip. Shiver. You’re a bit sensitive yourself.

“Now see how good this feels?” 

She takes her glorious breasts in her hands and wraps them around your cock. You let out a guttural moan. Hyeju’s tits rival her mouth and pussy. It’s a close competition, with the advantage of softness most of all. Oh, when she starts to move, gliding her supple skin up and down your size, you almost cum on the spot.

Her bosom is a portal to heaven, you swear. Your legs feel light. Your core is hot as your size disappears between her breasts, buried in the soft and safe haven she provides. The friction is so overwhelming that you doubt it could even be a real sensation.

She makes a show of rubbing your tip on her nipple, similar to what you did to her clit. The two of you are sensitive, so you moan in harmony as it happens. After gliding your cock on her large breasts, she goes back to titfucking you. 

It’s all a matter of technique. Whenever she presses her chest together, your cock is suffocated with euphoric tenderness. On the other hand, when she simply moves up and down, you’re given the opportunity to grind down at the skin between her pale breasts. Each route leads to an inevitable fate: exploding all over her a second time.

"P-please stop, Hyeju," you say. You can't handle no more and there's so many more things you want to do to her.

"Awh." She pouts. Fat tears risk spilling from her eyes. God, she could be so cute sometimes. "What do you want, daddy? I can be good."

"Turn around."

"Ohhh, I see what you want." Hyeju turns around and spanks herself. Her ass ripples photogenically. "Of course. Of course you want it."

Hyeju can be so many things. A few minutes earlier she was a submissive babygirl for her daddy, and right before that she was a brat. Now, she transforms into a seductress. She doesn't lace or lingerie to become one. She has that fantastic body to do the work for her.

Hyeju starts to dance. Your eyes are trained on her. They never want to see anything else than her swaying her butt with a dancer's grace and charm. 

"Giving me a show, huh?" 

"Unless daddy wants it already." 

"I do."

She squeezes her ass cheek before reaching her pussy. Then, she rubs her wetness on her pink, puckered hole. She lathers some at the inside of the rim, too. She didn't expect to fuck you today, no matter how many times she's dreamed of it, so there's no lubricant around. Hyeju has to make do.

"Oh!" she squeals when you give her a playful smack on the ass. "Impatient. Daddy's impatient. Don't worry, I'll give it to you."

“You did this before?”

“Duh.” Hyeju smiles sweetly, quickly returning to her good girl side. “You ready now, daddy?”

Apparently, it’s a rhetorical question, for Hyeju immediately guides your tip into her backside. You do your part in spreading her cheeks. Both of you moan at the first contact. It’s difficult by itself to insert just your tip through. She’s too tight. 

You’re sinking into this long-chased dream. You’ve seen Hyeju walk around the dorm with no shorts on. Sometimes you're able to catch a glimpse of her bare ass when she dresses up in the dark. It’s normal when it’s with you, considering that your friendship transcends time, but she doesn’t know that yearning’s been put in your heart in those moments. You want her. You want Son Hyeju.

And now, she’s submitting herself to you. She’s given you her body, her tits, her pussy. Now she offers you an equally delicious choice: her supple ass that’s bouncy as it finally sits down completely on your lap. 

“Good daddies bounce their babygirls on their knees, right? Should’ve known that, dummy. So come on, pound me. It isn’t hard.”

Well, you are. Hyeju’s ass is constricting you yet you enjoy every second of it. Her tight little asshole clings to you as you do as she says. You’d do anything for Hyeju, and that doesn’t exclude engaging in anal sex with her.

Choose a rhythm to go by to enjoy the tightness Hyeju gives you to the fullest. She leans into you and hums quietly, lower lip worried between her teeth and ass steadily rising and resting. The flexes of your thigh also stimulate her needy pussy. Your knee brushes her clit steadily while your cock penetrates her asshole better than any toy could. Better than any boy would.

“Oh, that feels so good, daddy…” Hyeju murmurs. “Keep spreading me like that, yes.”

Just when she thought you’d switch to being gentle, your thrusts become sporadic. She can’t find which timings you’re going by. The calm before the storm, so to say. Hyeju’s whimpers and whines are your thunder, and they soon live up to their name when they grow louder, filling your ears as would the violent downpour of raindrops. 

“D-daddy, daddy, oh my god—” Pain partners up with pleasure in wrecking her hole. Darn you for reaching in front of her to rub her clit as well. Too many things are happening at the same time. “Daddy better make me cum, please, please—”

Your size fills the tight space of her ass so much that it’s difficult to move. The juices of her pussy that she’s used as makeshift lube can’t even do the job they’re assigned to. However, you don’t care about that. You simply fuck Hyeju’s fat, delectable ass like it’s been your long-term dream. In a way it is, but you’d be dreaming about it long after it’s already been fulfilled.

Hyeju stands up to take the lead and work her butt on you. You know she’s an excellent dancer but you never knew she could be this good at twerking either. 

“Holy shit, Hyeju, your little asshole feels amazing,” you moan. Spank her, though she’s undeserving of punishment when she’s amazing at using that ass.

“And your cock is so fucking big in my ass,” she says. “I don’t want anything else, daddy. Ohh, god, keep doing that.”

Her rear end bounces and claps together as they take in your fat cock. She looks back at you lustfully, watching you ruin her supple ass. Reach for her breasts to match the velocity of her thrusts. You’re two forces colliding, each filled with fire to defeat the other with pleasure. It’s a losing game when Hyeju’s ass is just as good as her pussy, which you continue playing with to bring her to orgasm.

“Good girl, Hye, keep bouncing that fat ass on daddy,” you whisper in her ear. Love to hear her weak little moans; they show you that she likes this as much as you do. Probably more. “You want to cum, right? You want to squirt on me again?”

“Yes, daddy, please!” Hyeju is in paradise although her skin feels like it’s been set on fire. She hasn’t felt this good before. “No other cock can do me the way you do, daddy, I’m all yours! Make me cum, cum inside me, daddy!”

You’ve changed her. She’s a totally different person outside of the bedroom. She hides her approval in sarcastic comments and teases you about them. How is it that she’s completely submissive and good for you? 

Your ego swells. Smack her pussy just enough to make her gasp. “Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours, daddy!” 

“And this ass?”

“It’s all yours, daddy,” sobs Hyeju. “Always so fucking big inside me, so much better, you need to make me cum—”

Pull her down to your lap then thrust inside her all while not letting an inch withdraw from her snug butthole. “Cum for me,” you say.

“Ohhhh fuck!” 

Hyeju begins her sexy body rolls again as a profane spray of clear liquid fires from her pussy. She’s so wet; when you rub her clit, a squelching sound is produced. She’s too turned on from the feeling of you savage pounding inside her. She slaps her own pussy to go along with your rubbing, then leads your fingers inside her cunt again. She’s still so tight. 

The combined feeling of two of her holes being violated has her tired. She could be murmuring a spell and you wouldn’t know because of how jumbled and jarred her words are. The syllables make out your name and title. At least, that’s what you could understand. It would take an experienced veteran transcriber to make sense of Hyeju’s sounds.

You blast her ass with so much cum that it overflows, like water threatening to spill from the brim of a glass. Your joined cores are so wet and sticky that neither of you feel like moving. You want to stay in the narrow yet pleasurable comfort of each other’s touch forever.

It’s so pleasant that you could only hear the gratifying sound of each other’s pants and not the knocks on your door.

So safe that you don’t hear the sound of a lock being skewered with because each other’s bodies are more homely than this dorm.

So distracting that when he comes in through the door and yells in disgust, it’s the first time you feel an awakening sobriety.

[fillinforlater]

It’s that time of the year again. What are some of your favorite smuts released in 2023?

Monday of Appreciation: Part 104

Hello everyone, Smite here!

2023 is coming to a close and it's been quite the year, a mixture of "this is a bridge year for greater things to come" and "WE LIVIN' NOW MF!" What is a bit different this year is that the highs weren't as high and the lows weren't as low compared to previous years---maybe that is just me getting older, maybe it's hindsight. Either way, I'm good and this year was good.

But some things are more than just good. I'm of course talking about these writers and their stories that I have featured today. All of them deserve special mention, but I want to focus on two of them specifically.

In a year of great, fantastic and already legendary fics, these two stand out.

Without further ado, let's dive into the final MoA of this year:

-1-

@fanfiction4sooya: Can't Save You Now ft. Chaewon, Kazuha, Sakura

I- I- I just read the damn tags and new I one day had to give this a shot. ff4sooya has crazy ideas, futa galore, different dynamics and kinks, which is SO MY THING. This has Mommy and Daddy involved in an absurd (and absurdly hot) threesome that I couldn't take my eyes off.

Now I definitely need to read more and you should too because I bet there are a bunch of Masterpieces in that long Masterlist!

-2-

@iznsfw: Drunken ft. Olivia Hye

Is it really a Monday of Appreciation post without IZ?

Seriously, what this genius is able to cook up in a commission or in the currently ongoing (HYPE) IZ DAYS OF CHRISTMAS is absolutely incredible. We have long stories with in depth characters and love drama that ends not only smuttily but sweetly. Who the fuck needs books, when you can just binge IZ?

With "Drunken", they have once again hit it out of the FUCKIING park. There is never enough Daddy kink fics, yes, but mine seem like nonsensical cringe porn compared to this beauty of a piece. I love how it plays with my heart, no I'm not crying---okay, now that is hot.

Let me change that: there is three very fucking special stories today!

(I think this might even be better than Levi's Hyeju, wtf)

-3-

@cataboliac: Enkindle ft. Wendy

Firstly: I LOVE YOU CATA, BIG QT!

Secondly: "Enkindle" feels a bit like coming home, like a day in Paradise, like the one person that shines so bright in your life that you don't want it to go. And you know, that is the great thing: this might be Cata's final fic, the farewell, but not only is his life gonna be great and he'll be super happy - we also get to read this again and again, and I'm sure I will one day.

Thank you, Cata, for hanging around!

Thirdly: I'M GONNA KISS YOU, CATA!

-4-

@writerpeach: Delectation ft. Wonyoung, Yujin

1.000 Notes, and it's still not enough for what is my pick for fic of the year (FOTY? FOOTY? There is a scene like that, yep). IZ*ONE truly never dies, but it is IVE and these absolute super stars, bomb shells with flawless faces and different, yet irresistible bodies that have us in a frenzy.

Talking about frenzy, all those 30,699 words are a frenzy. I thought Peach would set it up with a long and painful tease that has us edging the entire time BUT NOPE this has so much fucking smut, so many lines of neediness and horniness, it is impossible to finish in one try or two tries or... I dunno, seven-hundred tries?

It's detailed, it's straight forward, it's sex from every fucking angle, I can never get tired of this. I will go so far and say this is Peach's magnum opus, the GOAT fic by the GOAT writer. At least for that day, I can say this without a doubt.

Peach, you are crazy and thank you for that <3

#PeachPavedTheWay #AnnyeongzForDaddy

[a-casual-kpopfan]

Concert Joy - Hyeju

You are uncomfortable.

“Oh my god, I can’t contain my excitement!”

“Me too! I’ve been waiting for this day for so long!”

It’s not as if you aren’t looking forward to the concert. Let it be known that you were one of the earliest people to book the tickets, right as the website opens. It’s just…

“Kya! I can’t wait! I’m going to see him up close!”

You bought the tickets so that you can come here and enjoy the music and live performances from one of your favorite artists, and not listen to almost 100 thousand people yelling their lungs out due to excitement.

If you had it your way, you would have been content to just stay at home and wait for some low-quality videos that will be uploaded later on YouTube. But things rarely ever go your way, well, at least when it comes to her.

“Isn’t this exciting, hun?” Directly to your right you can see your girlfriend’s excited face as she looks around in awe of the venue, and the numbers of people surrounding her.

“Well,” you take a few minutes to formulate an answer in your mind. “Partially. You do know I prefer somewhere quiet to enjoy music.”

“Don’t be such a party pooper.” Hyeju scrunches her face. “You can’t always hide inside the house; you need to go out and experience things like this as well.”

You hum at her answer, chuckling slightly. “You’re making me sound like I’m a shut in.”

“Well, you’re basically one.” Hyeju snickers, earning a flick on her forehead, courtesy of you. “Hey!”

“Am not. I just don’t like going to crowded place.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. But you must admit, this place is so huge.” Knowing that staying on the current topic might just bring your mood down, Hyeju diverts to a different one. “How many people can this place hold?”

“As of now, we have more or less 100 thousand people in the venue.”

“100 thousand people, just to see a single person perform…” Hyeju falls silent at the thought, seemingly thinking of something.

“What’s on your mind?” Seeing your excited girlfriend’s mood suddenly fall off worries you for a bit, especially when it’s her who wants to attend the concert in the first place.

“Nothing, really. It’s just” Hyeju pauses, looking around “I don’t know, I’m just jealous, in a way? Like, imagine 100 thousand people gathering in one place to see you perform, how would that feel I can’t even imagine.”

“Well, maybe you should have auditioned to become an idol back then.” You chuckle, waiting to see Hyeju’s elbow hitting your arm as per usual. But instead of that, you are met with a crestfallen Hyeju, who’s fidgeting with her hands.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” You lean against her, placing a soft kiss on top of her head along with your apology.

Hyeju remains silent, which worries you greatly since the girl has never let you off without a snarky comment of her own. Her silence speaks volume, and that means you fucked up.

Fortunately for you, it is right then that the concert started with the idol walking onto the stage, giving you an excuse to brighten Hyeju’s mood up.

-----

Your ears are in pain.

And not just your ears, you can feel your heart beating loudly to each beat of the music, which can be said a lot about your current state of being. Many associate that feeling with excitement, with enthusiasm and exhilaration.

But not for you, you feel suffocated, and overwhelmed. You feel exhausted from your heart beating so loudly, and you feel that your eardrums are ringing loudly, giving you fear that they might erupt at any given moment with all the yelling around you.

Surrounding you on all sides is a sea of excited people yelling their lungs out to cheer for the idol. your girlfriend included. It truly didn’t take much to cheer her up. One minute into the first song, and she is already singing along with her low, but warm voice that you can barely appreciate with all the other voices from the surrounding audience. Really now, why is it so hard for a guy to appreciate his girlfriend’s voice?

Of course, with all the loud music and yelling around you means that you can’t help but focus onto the performance itself instead of distractedly falling into your own thoughts like usual. While the performances are good, you can’t help but lament the fact that you can’t really hear it all that well with the yelling mixed in. You’ll have to watch it again on YouTube then.

But then, you glance to your side, seeing Hyeju genuinely enjoying her time at the concert, even if her yelling is one of the main causes giving your eardrums their ringing. If Hyeju is happy, you don’t really mind.

And so, you reign over your annoyances and enjoy the music and performances, since you have already paid for it.

Things are going well, that is, until….

“Kyaa!! Oppa!”

“Oppa! Notice me!”

“Oppa! Oppa!”

“I love you, oppa!”

Oh yeah, this.

As if the combined voice of 100 thousand people isn’t enough to deafen your ears, the cheering really takes things up another notch, with how random and chaotic they are.

It’s ok, it’s fine, you think to yourself. This is normal. Fans just really love their idols, you understand. You keep telling yourself that and just try to enjoy the music.

“Oppa! I love you!” You feel your heart drop as you hear Hyeju’s voice joining in with the cheering. Despite thinking rationally to yourself that this is normal, you can’t help but be shocked a bit.

How long did it take her to say it to you? How long did you have to wait to hear it from her own voice? And this idol just…gets to hear it? Like that?

Safe to say, the rest of the concert goes by with you hardly paying attention to the performances, feeling like a puppet whose strings were cut off.

-----

After a few hours later, you now find yourself back in the comfort of your bed, resting away from the long day. Well, as best as you can of course, because your mind seems to not want to give you a break.

Tossing and turning for a bit, you end up laying on your side, thinking back to the concert and the cheering that you’ve heard. Certainly, it isn’t uncommon to hear cheering like that. You have followed the idol scene enough to know that cheering can be considered somewhat common, so your girlfriend joining in the cheering should be normal. It is completely normal.

But why do you feel so disheartened still?

Letting out a sigh, you decide that it would be better to try and sleep than torment yourself further with useless questions that only serve to keep you awake at night. However, imagine your surprise when you feel a pair of arms wrapping around your torso, and a presence pressing against your back. Didn’t she fall asleep the moment she lay down on the bed?

“Did I wake you up?” You feel her head nodding against your back.

“I’m sorry. Let’s go to sleep now-” You hold onto her arm, rubbing it gently as she hugs your chest from behind “You were thinking something again, weren’t you?” Hyeju interrupts you, sounding not as sleepy as you thought.

“I’m sorry?”

“You were thinking of something. That’s why you weren’t asleep yet.” Before you have the chance to counter, Hyeju continues “It was the cheering, wasn’t it?”

“…” Hyeju hits the bullseye, making your tongue tied for a while.

Taking your silence as confirmation, she then rolls you onto your back as she leans her body up, resting her arms underneath her chin as her eyes look at you, smiling gently.

“I was caught up in the moments so much, I failed to realize that I hurt you unintentionally. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s not your fault. I was just being dramatic, as usual.” You manage to say something, your hands reaching up stroke her messy hair gently. Hyeju leans slightly against your palm, humming a bit.

“You know. I realized something at the concert.” She says, with you raising an eyebrow as your response.

“You know people always say that idols are humans too, and that they deserve to be respected and not to be put on a pedestal.” You are losing her more and more as she goes on. “But a part of me believes that: being an idol means that you are already putting yourself on the pedestal to be admired by everyone, to show your best self to the whole world.”

“Uhm-” You are once again interrupted by Hyeju placing a finger on your lips.

“Shush, let me finish please.” You nod. “Thank you hun. So, what I was saying is that idols are meant to be admired and appreciated from afar. They do not know each one of their fans, and they can’t be blamed for that. You can love them all you want, but inevitably they can’t reciprocate it. Because they might not even know who you are.”

 Hyeju head lowers down to your chest, her ears resting right above your heart, feeling every beat of it. “Me cheering for him like that doesn’t mean that I truly love him the way that I love you. I am not delusional enough to think that one day my favorite idol might notice me thanks to some random luck, and he magically falls for me. That just isn’t happening.” Her hand finds its way to yours, intertwining softly.

“The love I have for him, simply is the admiration and appreciation I have for him as a fan for all his music and effort. That’s it.” Her head is raised again, now hovering above your face, as you can feel her shoulder length tickling your face a bit, but you don’t mind, as you gaze into her eyes.

“Honey, the love I have for you, is indescribable. I love you with everything you do, no matter how big or small, no matter how smart or stupid.” She smiles, ever so gently. “With you, I can be myself wholly, without afraid of showing you my best or worst, because you’ve already seen and embraced me for who I am.” She lowers ever so slightly, your lips touching for a quick kiss. “An idol might never reciprocate the love I have for them, but you are different. When idols inevitably retire, new ones shall replace the old. But no one can ever replace you.”

“I love you, so, so much. I’m sorry for making you worried, but I’m also thankful that you indulged me so much.” Without waiting to hear your reply, she places her head at the crook of your neck, digging herself deeper into you.

“I love you too.” You finally process enough of her words to utter three words. Yet she can feel your sincerity. Of course, she can, she’s your girlfriend.

“That is obvious, stupid. Let’s get some sleep.”

Wordlessly, you embrace Hyeju, laying there listening to her breathing until it becomes even again, before managing to slip into sleep, your mind truly at ease.

What is but a few simple cheering when you already have her heart, and she yours? ~~~~~~

A/N: A little piece I wrote up for CKF and I hitting 2k followers recently, I will personally be taking a break from writing as life is catching up to me. I'm sure CKF can handle things without me for a little bit.

Till we meet again. - Ghost

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You're a Keeper | Olivia Hye

Hogwarts AU

Related Works: Ecdysis

Slytherin!Olivia Hye x Gryffindor!Reader

Main Cast: Olivia Hye, Kim Lip, Somin, J.Seph, Yoongi, Ryujin, Sly/Ecdysis OC, Yoohyeon Minor Cast: Gayoon Mentioned: Momo, Yeji, Lisa, Jihyo, Hyuna

Warnings: First date woes, mentions of anxiety and nerves

Word Count: 7.3k

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Premise: Asking some out on a date is a test of bravery, asking out your longtime rival is an even bigger one even if it is a dare.

A/N: Once again wanna blame team brainrot @sanccharine and @foolish-sparrow for this one. Took longer than I thought it would, it's also double the length I though it'd be.

Also set in the same universe and time as Ecdysis, but I don't think it's required to understand everything that happens, it just provides a little bit of context.

It had been Jungeun’s idea, a pointed barb-like jab meant to unsettle your rival,  to throw her off balance.

Still it's unseemly the way your knee bounces in place. 

“Alright today we’ll be learning the Muffliato charm,” Professor Byun’s eyes dance across the class, a soft click of his tongue. “Considering what happened last class. I’m forced to assign you your pairs.”

There’s a smirk as his eyes land on you. “Miss Son, you’re with the keeper.”

A scowl wrestles across her lips as she begrudgingly moves from her seat, she moves like she's weighed down by an anchor. 

"Gryffindork." She greets, barbed tongue. 

Your quill twirls through your fingers, "it's not exactly Christmas for me either."

Especially with Jungeun’s gaze lingering over, a tangy sweet smile that could only compare to the devil. 

Her hand sweeps through her ripe orange hair, a knowing wink flutters towards you. 

Your relationship with Olivia has always been… Complicated to say the least. 

Memories flutter like butterflies, you were… Enemies? Rivals? 

Still you understood little of her… Dislike towards you, tracing all the way back to your first year. 

Potions class, so young and fresh-faced at least by comparison, when the cold blizzard of her frosty demeanor was only but a snowflake.

You had to admit she caught your eye at first glance, even in the dark fringed shadows of the dim classroom. The sharp edge of her eyes, beautiful like a readied dagger.

If only she was only half as jagged.

Your cauldron bubbles as your hands tremble. Potions was a fine art, that you had little faith in yourself with, it didn’t help she seemed like a fish taking to water.

Her movements are efficient yet almost dance-like.

It was hypnotizing to say the least.

You’d later learn from a few others that potions were in her blood, her great grandmother had started a potion empire off of the back of her hard work.

Your family had no such claim.

One of the few problems being a muggle, acclimation.

Time blurs everything besides your early set infatuation, destroyed by the bubbling explosion of your cauldron coating you in viscous potion fluid.

The mortification still lingers in your veins, deep and detestable, you’re just glad the self-deprecation had long since passed, but a sprinkle of an unneeded ingredient.

She twists ever so slightly under your gaze, like the slow melt of ice cream. 

“Do you have an eye problem or something?” She bites, still even you can tell her fangs are nowhere near as sharp.

“Only when it’s you.”

Her eyes quirk in surprise, the slightest tilt of her head. “That… didn't come out the way you thought it would?”

You huff ever so slightly, maybe old memories were throwing you off?

“Just try the charm already.”

There’s the twinge of her familiar smile, a simple flick of her wand, “muffliato”

It looked simple enough.

Your eyes narrow across her features, “how do you know it worked?”

There’s the slightest roll of her eyes, an ever so charming smirk. “What’d you want me to do? Share a secret? As if Gryffindork.”

A sigh parts your lips, the ghostly remnants of annoyance. “Fine, just say something you wouldn’t be caught dead saying.”

She gives a soft reluctant nod. “Fine… You’re a better quidditch player than me.”

Your gaze hovers over the rest of the class, no raucous remarks or biting howls, nothing but burning silence as they focused on their own wandwork.

A victory no one else gets to witness. 

There's the illicit taunt of her smile, piercing and strong. 

"Your turn loser."

There's a burden that hitches itself against your chest, an opportune time to follow Jungeun's plan. 

It's weird frenetic energy that lingers in your veins as you command your wand, you know it's not the charm. 

Jihyo would say it was nerves or anxiety. 

Something you usually didn't experience, though scented candles often made a decent shield. 

"Muffliato," you feel the faint hint of magic in the air. 

It’s a relentless coil you can barely stop, the words part through your lips before you can stop them.

There’s a flash of surprise, a rare occurrence for the often aloof chaser, spiny and sharp. The slightest quiver in her brow ticks away like seconds on a clock.

The silence sucks all the air out of your lungs, something you hope she can’t notice. Still, if you knew that’s all it took for her to shut up you would’ve done so sooner.

“I-Uh,” a rare weak stutter as she melts slowly like forgotten ice cream in a heated summer. Her voice shakes almost unsure.

There’s a nervous dry gulp that racks through her throat, something you mirror instantaneously. 

Her eyes narrow against yours like focused steel.

“Sure, I um, would like that.”

Hogwarts has a slightly different edge in the wake of your bravery, an illicit secret held only by three. 

Still, no one talked about the annoying semantics of actually sorting out a date, when you both were so busy. 

Or how much you wanted to throw up afterwards, still there’s a frazzled excitement that lingers in your veins, a buzzing dancing limelight.

Waves bounce and lap at the boast, dancing with crystalised moonlight, the closest thing you and Jungeun had to a hideout. Neither of you were the smart or lucky type to find one of the mysterious passage ways that seemed to linger in every crevice of stone.

Jungeun arches an eyebrow, her eyes floating over you with a practiced poise, "and she just agreed? Just like that?" 

Still there’s a hint of strain, a world of magic and this is what she can't suspend her disbelief with?

"Yeah? Why don't you believe in me?" 

She smiles that dancing smile you're so used to, it plays against a knife's edge. "Don't get me wrong buddy, I love you."

Her lips boil and twist, machinations in sugar coating. 

"You're not exactly smooth to put it lightly," there's the blossoming dance of a light chuckle.

You bite back an annoyed grimace, considering she’d known you since you were kids it was hard to argue against her.

She places a palm against your shoulder, “still, there’s something wonderfully endearing about the way you throw yourself at everything.”

Your tongue pokes at the lining of your cheek, you can’t tell if you want to shove her into the lake or pull her into a hug.

The former would be funnier.

Her feet dance along the edge almost mockingly, the moon drifts through the night air. 

The sole spotlight. 

Still you catch the edges of a cocked eyebrow, as her fingers fidgets absently. 

"You don't think she's up to something do you?" 

Your eyebrows crease under surprised weight, "it's not like you to worry Lippie."

The slightest hint of a frown lines her lips, a slight twitch of her nose highlighted by moonlight. 

"I can handle myself."

"I know, it's just… You weren't supposed to actually go on a date." there's a roll of her eyes you can't quite make out, made only obvious by the flare of hip with a rested hand and an annoyed tilt of her head. 

It's almost piercing, when you feel her gaze level against you. 

Like staring down a dragon or a dementor. 

"She seemed… Earnest."

That wasn't a lie. 

You catch the slightest huff leaving her lips as she takes a seat on the concrete edge, her feet dance against the almost glassy surface of Black Lake. 

You swear there's the tiniest grumble before she pats the concrete right next to her. 

"Do you remember when we were first years paddling across the lake," her eyes bounce across the lake like skipping stones.

"It's hard to forget, it was the first time I saw a castle in real life." 

You catch the glimmer of her teeth, a heated chuckle bounces through the air. 

"Yeah, well I made a promise to myself that day," her eyes return to you with that piercing glaze. 

It holds tight in the air like frosted snow in an eternal winter. 

"And what was that?" 

You feel her fingers crest your shoulders, "that I'd always have your back."

You sense there's something else, something more. 

"But?" 

"But… I won't hide the moments I disagree with."

"...Wait, don't tell me you're jealous, Lippie."

There's a grimace of annoyance that flashes over her flared smile, a roll of her eyes as her fingers settle on the bridge of her nose. 

Still a chuckle rumbles past her painted lips. 

"No you idiot, I'm just worried. She's always been out to get you ever since we were first years in potions class."

Your eyes flutter as a shrug floats through your shoulders. "She hasn't, wasn't that bad."

"Do I have to remind you how many detentions you've been in because of her?" 

"Ah-Well-" 

None this year, though it did line up with both of you joining your respective quidditch teams. 

A rare moment lingers on the edge of your brow, you'd gotten dangerously close to detention during flying class at the beginning of the year. 

You remember the morning dew that danced in the green grass, the morning sun stretching with an aching need through the lawn. 

A hawk-eyed glare drags across the class with a flared scowl etched into the teeth of Professor Gong. 

"Why am I not surprised to see you centered in this mess, Miss Son?" Her tongue clicks at the edge of teeth, raking with a seething edge. 

Wind billows with a light breeze, your eyes linger on Olivia. A rare dance of remorse at the grasp of her lips. 

"I-" 

"I explicitly told all of you to remain off your brooms while I assisted Miss Hirai to the hospital wing," another flare dances across her eyes as her words sink like daggers into each and every one of you. "So why is it that I find Miss Son parading about on her broom?”

It had been her idea, a test of skill, a race.

Something you were happy to indulge in, anything to wipe the smirk from her face.

It’s rare to catch her almost shrinking underneath the instructor’s pointed glare, something was amiss.

Instructor Gong’s eyes twist across the class for any sort of explanation.

There would be none.

A beleaguered sigh dances from her lips, “very well. 20 points deducted from Slytherin and detention for the rest of the week.”

“But-”

It almost tugs at your heart, the way her voice begs.

“But what Miss Son? You’re a talented flyer and I’ve given you plenty of chances because of that.” Her eyes narrow. “You need to understand that your actions have consequences.”

Her mouth opens with a begging ache even if words fail to tumble out.

Perhaps Instructor Gong was right.

Olivia’s gaze twinkles over the class, with an almost foreign softness, edged with an aching plea.

It was rare to see her so… docile and wounded.

Whispers dance through class like fluttering butterflies, even you can’t ignore the ruffle of laughter.

“I heard Slytherin’s Quidditch trials are this week.”

“Well, looks like she’s definitely not making it onto the Quidditch team.”

“What a loser, it’s all she’s been talking about.”

It hits like an anchor, you were partially responsible for indulging her. Your lungs vibrate with electric anxiety as your eyes linger over Olivia's sullen look.

Still you speak up.

“Actually, Instructor Gong it was my idea.”

A bold-faced lie.

You catch the echoes of surprise that linger on Olivia’s face, a twisted tilt of her face and knotted brows.

Something mirrored equally by Instructor Gong.

“Did I hear that right, Keeper?”

“Yes, maam.”

No need to get further on her bad side.

Her eyes bounce between you and Olivia, a furrowed brow and a deep breath. 

“Very well, 20 points to Gryffindor.”

Jihyo was gonna chew you out for losing points, especially when Slytherin could’ve lost po-

“Wait? To?”

“Are your ears not working, Keeper? I would be remiss to reward your bravery, especially when Gryffindor would’ve gained more from Miss Son’s detention.”

Perhaps, that’s the moment that softened Olivia to your charm.

Jungeun’s chuckle snaps you back.

“I doubt it buddy. Maybe she just feels like she owes you?”

The fireplace dances with a charmed brilliance, the smell of firewood hangs cozily in the air. Your fingers flick through old worn pages, yet try as you may there’s an uncomfortable edge that clings to your skin despite the snugness of your common room.

Your hand rakes through your hair with an exasperated sigh.

“Everything alright Keeps?” He strides with a clam ease, his own book clasped tight in his grasp, the slightest hint of worry furrowed into his brow.

“Uh-yeah?” Your lips crease and bow, anxiety lingers at the fringes. “I just-”

“Girl problems?” Crescent moon eyes shine with a hallowed warmth. “As your senior, I don’t mind giving some advice.”

Another voice bounces against the familiar stone walls, you can practically imagine the way her eyes roll.

“Ugh, don’t listen to him, he's an idiot.” Somin prowls over your shoulder, catching the briefest glimpse of your textbook before deciding the conversation at hand was far more interesting.

Still, J.Seph has his signature calm smile. “What makes you say that? I’ve been on plenty of dates.”

Somin’s features dance with a teasing smile like a hunter catching prey in a trap. “Yet, here you are without a girlfriend.”

“I resent that.”

“You’re supposed to,” her gaze twists over you with a soft smile. “Who's the lucky person Keeper? Jihyo wouldn’t give us the details.”

“Probably scared we’d date crash.”

That was an issue you definitely didn’t want to think about.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna tell either of you.”

Somin just shrugs. “Fair enough, don’t blame you.”

“So did you ask them on a date or the other way around?” J.seph asks, finding a deep comfort in a nearby couch.

“What is this? 21 questions.”

Somin releases a sigh, “he means well believe it or not.”

“Just trying to do my job as a senior.”

“Mmh, sure sure J.”

“I asked if you must know.”

The warm crackle of fire is the only sound that lingers in the air, an awkward silence hangs thick like fog.

Still a question hangs at the edge of your lips, a weighted tension you’d done your best to ignore.

“What do I do if she only said yes because she felt like she owed me?”

“Well, uh…” J.seph shifts uncomfortably in his seat, fingers working at his chin hoping to channel great philosophers no doubt.

“I don’t actually know Keeps.”

“Can’t say I have better advice than J for once. Jihyo would probably know what to do… But you risk the chance of her getting overprotective.”

You’d heard stories from the other members. 

Well intended horror stories.

An undisputed counterweight to Slytherin’s carefree captain.

J.Seph hums a rare tune, akin to a light bulb electrified for the first time in centuries. “Regardless, I think you should take the chance you’ve been given, whether she agreed out of pity or genuine interest. Plus try to get a gauge on their general like if you don’t know them already.”

Somin nods along with a surprised countenance, “I would recommend going to Lisa for outfit advice though.”

“Agreed.”

It was weird to find Olivia mulling about in the hallway mere meters away from the hospital wing. Even weirder still was the pointed glare easily rivaling the ones she’d commonly level at you in years past.

It’s out of place in the usually calm atmosphere.

“Should I be worried or jealous that someone else has managed to draw your ire?”

Her glare is still piercing even if it isn’t aimed at you,still you catch the lingering menace in the air as she warns someone she has her eyes on them. 

Your eyes peek past her shoulder for the briefest of moments, you see the familiar flare of hair denoting one Min Yoongi, prefect, chaser prodigy and personal nightmare fuel for your hopes of being a decent keeper.

You also notice Sly, Slytherin Duel Captain and the center of a cyclone of rumors, many best left unsaid.

Well at least if you liked your bones being unbroken.

According to rumors at least.

Rumors and hearsay aside, you didn’t want to get on the wrong side of them. Their prowess had led to the dissolution of Crossed Wands on the off chance they’d participate.

Yet here she was prodding a sleeping bear, granted from a decent enough distance to maybe get away.

Her eyes never detract from the conversation between the two except for the brief moment she takes you in. 

“Oh, it’s just you.”

No insulting nicknames or scathing remarks.

It’s somehow more odd and unsettling than a stray dementor or boggart.

“Huh, I can see why you’re by the hospital wing, something is surely wrong with you.”

Her eyes clamp shut, a strained almost frustrated sigh drags along her throat. “Could you shut up? I’m trying to eavesdrop.”

Still, you can't help but notice the slightest softened edge to her hostility. 

"Anything in particular we're listening out for?" Your voice nothing but a hushed whisper. 

"Well, if you must know, it turns out Yoongi's leaning to the Ryujin side of things regretfully."

Cocked eyebrow is your only response, well, at least until you realise she isn't gonna look your way. 

Too focused on the hushed conversation. 

"Regretfully?" 

"Yes, regretfully I'm on team Yeji becau-" her eyes dart over you with a flash of surprise. "-That's beside the point, it's a whole thing in a quidditch team."

You do your best to make out the words exchanged, yet it's a swirling jumbled mess. 

"Didn't peg you for a romant-" 

You catch the briefest glimmer of fluster as she hushes you with a wave of her hand. 

"Shut up, it's just getting good."

It's rare to see the slow bloom of a smile on her lips, at least in your presence. Still you can't help but feel the slightest twinkle of joy in your chest as the tiniest curve of her lips graces her face. 

Still her eyes follow and bounce like a really good book, you swear she's so lost in the conversation that she forgot about your presence. 

The thought is punctuated with an ecstatic fist pump. The beginnings of happy laughter rumble through her cheeks before her eyes land on you. 

She clears her throat. 

"So?" 

"Oh, uh. Yoohyeon finally made a move on Sly."

"The muggle snake?"

Her eyes snap to you with a sharpened precision, the slow roll of her neck reveals a layer of frost and cold you hadn't quite seen from her before. 

"You want to say that again?" 

You hear the shift in the sleeves of her robe. 

The slow draw of a wand. 

You hadn't ever seen her so quick to fight, not in the years that you've known her. 

Well more of butted heads, but that made no difference. 

Still, you'd heard from the other Gryffindor kids about the Slytherin obsession. 

The Wizarding World was an odd place, a struggle that you were still having a hard time adjusting to even now. 

Your eyebrows knit together as you slowly raise your palms, "I meant no offense. I could never understand the wizard obsession with blood."

Slowly the layer of frost melts with realization, a flash of widened eyes as she stows her wand hastily. 

"I-" 

A deep sigh passed through lips, like a pressure valve releasing what it can. 

Her nose scrunches. 

There is the slightest hum of acknowledgement. "That does explain a lot though."

Her lips purse as her eyes linger softly against your face. 

"I'm sorry, I'm not usually so quic-" 

You knew that already, she was typically more bark than bite in the violent sense. 

Mutually assured destruction however, wasn't outside of the question. Many shared detentions had driven that point home. 

"To violence, I know."

You offer the briefest flutter of a smile, a small reassurance. 

There's a grumble of words you can't quite make out. 

"What was that?" 

"Hm? Oh, stress amongst other things has been getting to me. Professor K won't let me take my wand onto the quidditch field."

"Why's that?" 

There’s a hesitation, a smile slowly creeps on to her lips. 

“Violent outbursts.”

A laugh blisters through your throat, violent and abrupt. 

"Now, that sounds more like you." A smile teems at the edge of your lips. Crossing your arms you can't help but notice the slightly cute if annoyed glare. "But have you tried de-stressing a little? Scented candles and breathing exercises are usually my go to."

There's a shift to her eyes, an almost soft surprise. "Hm, you didn't seem like the type."

"We all have our secrets and quirks, Olivia."

You don't quite catch the small hint of a frown as her name rolls off your tongue. 

Months had fluttered by in the blink of an eye, even the sorrowful taste of defeat bubbles past without fanfare, you’re too focused on other things.

Your veins cackle with frenetic energy, matched only by the racing beat of your heart. Your feet pace against cobblestone paths, Hogsmeade was often a point of comfort. The delicate cozy warmth and the flow of butterbeer a shield against the stress of Hogwarts life.

Yet it’s anything but.

“Everything alright love?” An unfamiliar voice, a practiced glimmer of teeth, prim and proper.

Only now do you feel it, the ignored anxious edge that bites at your skin.

“You’ve been pacing around for quite a bit.”

“Uh-yeah, just a bit nervous.” Your fingers wash over the back of your neck.

There’s an almost knowing smile that blisters across her lips. “First date?”

“How’d you know?”

“You come to know the signs over the years,” a flash of recognition bursts across her eyes. “Where are my manners, Madam Heo, but Gayoon works just fine.”

She offers a hand, soft against the firm callouses of your own hand. “Everyone calls me Keeper.”

There’s the slightest twinkle in her eyes, a brilliant smile. “Keeper was my position back in school.”

You catch a slight quirk in her eyebrows. “You’re the one who asked Olivia on a date aren’t you?”

“Surely you didn’t gather that from nerves.”

A brief chuckle lingers against her lips, “No Hyuna told me. She was surprised that someone built up the courage.”

“Hyuna?”

“Ah, right. I believe it’s professor Kim now,” a finger taps across her cheek. “She teaches ancient runes I think?”

“You think? I thought she was a friend of yours.”

She nods, “we are, we’ve been friends since our time as students but I found some subjects awfully dull, ancient runes being one of them.”

“Anyway, enough about me. You should come inside, Olivia will be here any minute now.”

It’s calmer than you expected, lingering remarks from Lisa and Somin of garish tackiness fall on deaf ears. Candles hum with a delicate warmth, there’s a romantic moodiness that hangs in the air.

“What happened to the-”

There’s a hum of a smile.

“The tackiness? Got rid of it when I finally scrounged enough Galleons together to become the official owner. So please tell your friends it’s safe to come back.”

She guides you to a table nestled in the corner far from prying eyes. There’s a sudden seriousness to her expression.  “Actually, what made you decide to have your date here? It can’t have been the raving reviews of your peers.”

“Jihyo, my team captain. She said and I quote, if you intend to take your date seriously, take her somewhere serious. The Three Broomsticks is no place for romance.” You cock your head to the side, a slight chuckle dances across your lips remembering her barely veiled anger. “Do you think she had a bad date at the Broomsticks?”

A smile skirts across her lips. “Maybe? Did you want some advice?”

“Yeah, that’d be great actually, everyone has been less than helpful.”

“Compliment her when she comes in, tell her she looks great." She practically prances around your table. "Good conversation is a must but most importantly be yourself."

"Gotcha."

The front door bell rings with a crisp edge, the jingle instantly puts you on edge. There's a heightened prickle itching against your skin, an uncomfortable warmth. 

"Sounds like she's here, I'll be back with tea and refreshments."

It takes all your strength to not sink into your chair, it takes you even more to peel yourself away. 

You wanted to make a good impression. 

Needed to. 

Still your heart pounds in your throat with each step, the weakest parts of your mind begging to run and hide. 

The door clatters shut. 

She's beautiful. 

Well and truly. 

It socks you in the chest harder than a depulso charm, even in spite of the aloofness that lingers in her eyes and dances on her lips. 

Perfect wind tousled hair matched only by the shroud of her leather jacket. You can't help but kick yourself for not asking her out sooner. 

She's effervescent, a hand trails through hair. She looks like she'd pull you into the night on top of a motorcycle for the ride of your life. 

A troubled look lingers in her eyes, a tangle of worry knots her eyebrows. 

"Is there something on my face Gryffindork?" 

Her hands dive into the pockets of her jacket as her tongue runs over her teeth. 

"Uh, what? No… It's just ah you look great."

Do you offer a handshake? Go for a hug or what? 

Man you should've really asked for more help. 

Though it's not like you could Google it on Hogwarts ground. 

Her worry almost weighs heavier at your words, "thanks? I didn't think it would suit me but Yooh insisted."

She almost paces under your gaze. 

Right, you should take her to your table. "Our table's right over here."

You barely hide the tremble in your leg as you take a seat. 

"I didn't think you were the type for a tea shop."

"I'm not usually but I figured it would be a nice change of pace from the Three Broomsticks."

Her fingers dance in place with an almost pedantic edge. "That's certainly brave." 

Even in the candlelit warmth, her voice runs cold with a biting edge. 

A frown deepens across her lips as her eyes avoid yours, "Did you wait for long?" 

"No, not at all."

It bubbles in your chest, the lingering silence spoils and rots into anxiety unhinged. 

Her mouth opens, thoughts, words lingering on the edge go unsaid.

This was certainly going great. It’s not like you could both talk about the quidditch game either, a bitter point for both parties involved.

Even if Slytherin won.

Your throat runs dry.

There’s a subtle cough to your side, Gayoon. A small safety blanket against the waves of bouncing anxiety even if your heart feels seasick amongst the swell.

“Here’s your tea, as well as some cake, on the house,” she flashes you a smile, running a hand over your shoulder with a comforting squeeze as she places the cake on the table. 

Olivia's eyes light up with a barely concealed joy, "thanks."

Gayoon leaves without any further words only offering a thumbs up. 

Olivia's teaspoon swipes through a slice of cake like the flash of a knife. "Oh that's good."

"Should I be concerned that you get special treatment from Madam Heo?" There's a bite-like edge to her words, snarky and barbed. It only takes a gaze at her eyes to know it's unintentional, a brief flash of worry. 

"It's-" 

The front door jingles and your heart sinks. 

"okay."

Everything was not okay, your skin prickles, blisters with an anxious heat equivalent to the sun. 

Boots pad across the floor pounding against your heart. Still, there’s an almost wasted attempt at stealth on Yoongi’s part as his companion’s laughter echoes through the air.

“I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop,” there’s an almost unsung happiness to Ryujin’s voice, candid and real compared to the stories you’d heard from your seniors. 

A bright enthused smile.

She hardly seemed like the promiscuous type.

“If all it’d take was winning the Quidditch cup-” her smile sinks as her eyes latch onto you and Olivia. “There’s the other shoe.”

“Wh-?” A flash of panic dances across his eyes. “Fuck.”

His wand moves with a familiar poise.

Muffliato.

“Earth to Gryffindork,” Olivia’s hand waves in front of your eyes, there’s a hum that lines her throat as she scans your face.

“Sorry,” you offer the shake of your head. Still, you can’t quite focus on Olivia. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted some cake.”

It’s hard to focus with daggers pointed straight at your head, Yoongi settles into his seat with a muffled huff, eyes never quite leaving your head. You couldn’t help but feel like prey under the gaze of a snake-like predator.

Your teeth grind against each other, tensed with an anxious edge. 

If you weren’t over thinking every small interaction before, you certainly are now. The air feels stuffy and hard to breathe, it’s almost hard to believe this started out as a dare.

You’d taken the excuse and run with it, so too had your anxiety you suppose. A thinly veiled shield if she rejected you.

“Uh, I’m not hungry.” Her eyes narrow against you as you force a smile across your lips. “You have it.”

“...Alright.” There’s the slightest pout that you catch, yet, if she doesn’t believe you she certainly doesn’t say anything.

She eats slowly but surely in the suffocating silence.

You can't help but feel pinned against Yoongi's gaze, a scowl forms at the edge of his lips twisting into a frown. 

Olivia's eyebrows twitch, furrowed with thinly veiled annoyance. Her lips tighten, yet somehow there's a softness to her as she takes a deep breath. 

"Are you okay?" Fight as you may, your fingers tug at your collar as you gulp dryly on air. "You haven't touched your tea."

Words choke against your throat without a noise.

Her eyes trail, following your gaze, snapping against Yoongi. A grumble lines her throat, her grip tense against the table, you swear you can hear the creak of wood bending against her strength.

“Of course that idiot is here with Ryujin.” The venom simmers and boils, barely concealed in your presence. 

Even in spite of her anger, you can’t help but think about how you could’ve been a better date. You should’ve remained focused on your date, fearless like a true Gryffindor. Instead here you were watching a potential trainwreck.

Could’ve asked her about her day.

Hell, you should’ve brought flowers, despite her appearance she seemed like a closet romantic.

Could’ve been smoother overall.

The front door jingles with an almost panicked rush, everything comes to a crawl in that moment.

She already has her wand drawn, she always was quicker on the draw. Still your fingers fumble against your own wand before it clatters to the floor. 

You should’ve talked her down, instead of being lost in the mists of your own anxiety. Even then? What would you have said?  It almost feels like crossing a boundary, who were you to tell her what to do?

You catch an almost mirrored spark of magic at the tip of Yoongi’s wand, still there’s an almost reflexive panic like he was staring down a Graphorn.

Frankly you could see it.

Still, part of you moves instinctively to protect her, even as your wand lays forgotten to the side. Your muscles bounce and buckle as you push yourself in front of her. 

Your shoulder shudders under her strength as she shoves you to the ground, anger seethes in every fiber of her body.

“Depul-”

“Flipe-”

“Expelliarmus.” 

Both of their wands soar through the air, clattering to the floor.

The voice echoes without the deep-seated desperation you’d heard on the Quidditch field, instead you catch the wisps of an almost annoyed sigh. You’d never known Slyherin’s duel captain on a personal level, it came with the territory of being a Gryffindor.

Despite the look of pure mortification that flashes across Olivia's eyes, anger and rage still boils to the top as her fists clench, rushing recklessly at Yoongi.

“Seriously?” there’s a roll of the captain’s eyes, as they grapple against Olivia’s fury. Still there’s an almost pleased look that dances across their lips, impressed by Olivia’s gumption. 

“Yooh, why don’t you look after the kid while I deal with things in here,” there’s an almost honey sweet like quality that lingers against the nickname, despite the physical pressure.

You feel a soft hand tug you to your feet, an endearing smile. “Sorry about this, we’re not usually this bad.”

She pulls out of the tea shop and suddenly you can breathe again, the embers of sunset crest the hills soaking the world in an orange honey warmth. 

She checks you over with a soft smile, a stark contrast to the almost domineering warmonger that nearly maimed J.Seph on the Quidditch field. 

Her lips purse into a frown, “Sorry again.”

“It’s okay, I’m no worse for wear,” your eyebrows knot together. “Right?”

She chuckles, “Peak physical health, but I can’t imagine you have the highest opinion of Slytherin, especially given the last couple occasions.”

Occasions was one way to put it.

“I don’t mind if you dislike us, especially if it’s because of what happened on the Quidditch field.” her teeth tug anxiously at her lips. “But please don’t hold it against Olivia.”

“I mean I still came to the date didn’t I?”

“I mean, yeah.” she nods, “but chivalry is one of your house qualities.”

That wasn’t wrong. 

It’s like a gust of wind.

“I like her a lot.”

She smiles, “then you should tell her that. Though-”

The front door jingles as Sly stretches with a yawn. “It’ll have to wait, those two morons have to clean up the tea shop.”

You could never understand the duel captain’s nickname.

“And you’re not helping them?” annoyance knots across her eyebrows. “You should be making things easier for the lovebirds, not harder.”

There’s a roll of Sly’s eyes. “Because you made it easier for me right?”

“I-” she pouts grumpily, somehow it’s more cute than angry. She rolls her eyes in turn. “You stupefy someone once.”

“You did it more than once-”

“I did not!” Her boots stomp into the ground.

“You’re saying you didn’t make me stupid in love?” A teasing smirk lines their lips, you swear you can taste bile at the fringes of your throat.

Still, she melts, a blush blooms across her cheeks.

“Plus I distinctly remember someone avoiding me for a couple months,” despite the context you catch a smile on the feared captain’s lips.

“Because I was mortified, well that and…” her voice trails off lost in thought. “What if she does the same thin-”

“She won’t,” there’s firm confidence that you wish you had.

“What makes you so sure?” Yoohyeon’s eyebrows knit together much like your own. 

“Just call it a feeling,” Sly’s eyes wash over you with a piercing calculativeness that you previously didn’t notice. “You don’t have your wand right?”

Your palms pad over every familiar spot coming up with nothing.

A cocky smirk lingers, “She’ll return it, she has to.”

“That’s… Sly.”

Your comment earns you a wink, “it’s nice to know my genius doesn’t go unnoticed. Olivia might have to watch out before I have a new favorite junior.”  

“Anyway, Yooh. I can hear the Three Broomsticks calling our name so we should make our exit.”

Ironic that you’ve gotten more help from the Slytherin quidditch team than your own.

Well, Lisa and Jihyo were excluded obviously.

“Oh, and Keeper?”

“Yeah?”

“Good luck, you’re gonna need it.”

A yawn tugs at your lips as you rest against the edge of your bed.

Maybe you’d been a little pre-emptive in praising Sly. You feel it like a dripping leak  in your heart.

What if she only agreed to the date because she felt like she owed you? It’s a thought you shouldn’t linger on.

But you can’t help it.

Jungeun doesn’t respond to any of your messages.

Maybe she was already asleep?

The alternative was less than ideal.

Before you can mope any longer an owl swoops into your dorm practically throwing an envelope square at your face before departing.

You don’t even need to read who it’s from, the owl’s decorum was more than enough evidence to go off of.

We need to talk, meet me at the clock tower courtyard.

It wasn’t unheard of for you to sneak out, frankly the opposite. Yet, somehow there’s something illicit about sneaking out to meet Olivia. 

The cool night air whips at your skin, still it aches more in anticipation for what the night could bring.

You spot her sitting at the edge of the fountain, knuckle white grip holding her in place. A troubled look lingers with a staining grimace.

“Hey?”

A frown settles in place on her lips. There’s a curt coldness to her voice. 

“Hey.”

You settle next to her, “everything alright?”

She scoffs, “I dunno.” Her voice reeks with a biting sarcasm. “I spent my afternoon cleaning up a tea shop after a disaster date, so I’m doing fucking dandy Keeper.”

A sigh passes through your lips, flecks of cold settle in your chest. It takes everything you have to speak. “I’m guessing you don’t want to talk about it then?”

“What, no-” A deep breath as her fingers run across her eyebrows. “Yes. I dunno.”

There’s a frustration that bounces in her eyes, she huffs passing you your wand. “Can you do me a favor?”

Forget this ever happened?

Never talk to her again?

“What?”

“P-Light this candle,” she pulls a candle from her coat pocket.

“Why?”

Another deep breath as she closes her eyes, still you catch the embers of annoyance in her voice. “Because, Sly took my wand away.”

“Oh, yeah sure thing.”

The candle blooms with a subtle warmth, lavender saunters through the air easing the rough hewn edges of your anxious heart.

It’s easy to sit in the small warmth of the lavender candle and gaze at the stars, twinkle and glisten with an unrivaled luster. It’s easy to forget how truly beautiful the stars can be without the hustle and bustle of muggle life.

Your eyes trickle over Olivia lost in the enamour of the stars, a smile settles on your lips.

Your heart aches with burden, knowing you have to be the one to break such a beautiful silence.

“Oli-”

Her fist snaps its grip to your shirt, a frown settles on her lips. Yet her eyes remain starbound.

“Don’t.”

“Oliv-”

Her grip tightens, pulling at the fabric of your shirt. Yet somehow her voice is softer than a snowflake.

“Please don’t ruin this.”

“Ruin what?”

“You don’t get it, this was my chance.” there’s a soft tentativeness as she finally looks at you. “I know it was just a stupid dare but I thought maybe, just maybe that’d you’d fall for me if I tried hard enough.”

“W-”

“But I screwed it up, royally.”

You can’t help but smile, “it wasn’t that bad.”

“I’m sorry did you start a fight and shove your date to the side? No, I didn't think so.” 

“So you can be a bit passionate.”

“And I ate all of the stupid cake by myself and I didn’t compliment you even though you looked great-”

“Thanks.”

“I killed any conversation by being boring-”

You press your hand against her tightened grip.

“Olivia.”

You catch the burning flicker of annoyance as it threatens to bloom into a forest fire. Only now do you realize it was directed at herself.

“-What?”

“I like you,” a deep breath to gather your strength. “A lot.”

Her eyebrows knit together as her eyes narrow against yours, hesitation quivers at her brow expecting a trap.

“...I  thought you hated me?”

It’s almost bewildering to hear her say that.

“I thought you hated me since potions class.”

“What, why?” There’s a lingering incredulousness that clouds her eyes.

“Because you sabotaged my cauldron.”

“Oh my god you’re an idiot Keeper, I tried saving your cauldron after you fucked up.” Despite her annoyance you catch a glimmer of teeth straying across her features.

You’d take an annoyed smile.

“Huh,” still a question lingers. “Why’d you decide to help a random muggle?”

“You really don’t remember huh?” She rolls her eyes. “You helped me with my luggage after my parents bailed. I tried finding you after the sorting hat ceremony but by that point you were already joined by the hip with Jungeun.”

“She is more than a little overprotective.”

“You know I thought you guys were together for the longest time.”

“Me and Jungeun? Hell no, we grew up together plus she has her eye on a prefect.”

“Is that why she causes so much trouble? Please tell me it isn’t Yoongi, that’d be gross.”

You can’t help but laugh at the sour expression on her face.

“Indeed it would be, Olivia.” you turn to her with a wistful smile, if only your date had gone half as well as right now.

But what was a journey without a little bit of turbulence?

“Please, don’t call me that.” She frowns.

“What? Oli-”

“Yeop.”

“Okay?” One of the few times confundus could be replicated without magic.

“Hyeju.” She takes a deep breath, eyes lingering on the stars to give her strength. “That’s my actual name.”

Did you even want to ask? Probably not. Purebloods were always more than a little weird.

“Does anyone else call you by that name?”

“No one except for you… hopefully.”

"Why me?" 

There's the tiniest hint of a huff that flares at the edge of her nostrils. "Because, and I say this praying it doesn't go to your head. But I think you're a keeper."

There's an almost forbidden softness to those last few words, they ache with a feeling she can't quite put into words. It's undeniably her. 

"Thanks for noticing I am in fact a keeper-" there's the flare of a teasing smile against the edge of your lips. A pointed snarky jab finds its mark as you feel her grip tighten with the scrunch of her nose. 

"You k-" 

"Hyeju."

It's almost sudden, the way she melts. A flare of softness that you can't quite catch in the clouds in her eyes. 

She pulls herself deep into your shoulder, a flooded content warmth flows through your chest. 

Everything is perfect in those small stray seconds and minutes, the twinkle of the stars feels brighter and radiant. 

A kiss begs itself across your lips and onto the crown of her head as you pull her closer, basking in the starlight. 

Her grip tightens against your shirt with an almost dangerous strength before fading into the obscurity of your warmth. 

It's tranquil and perfect in those moments, lost adrift in a sea of stars. 

Your eyes dance and linger with mirth, brought out of step only by the soft gingerly touch of her fingertips against your jaw. 

There's a timidness that doesn't go unnoticed, a dainty delicate touch. A fear that the moment would shatter like glass under her touch. 

Still she musters her courage, a thumb swipes across your cheek as she peels herself away from your warm embrace. 

She presses her soft lips against yours. 

You'd always hear stories about how a first kiss is akin to fireworks or the strike of lightning. 

This was nothing like that, instead you feel warm, fuzzy it's the slow billowing warmth of something more. 

A cozy cottage in the middle of winter, where kids knock on your front door and ask how you stayed together. 

Three magical words only by her touch. 

"You're a keeper."

[lynnsquared]

hyeju first time headcannons? 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 i cant wait for ur comebut❤️❤️❤️

🐬 hihi sweetie, thank u for asking 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 +how is it my comebut if this is my first post 🤔 anyway.. 😖 this is kinda long (1k words 😳) so just pretend its not because. i think about her .. so much..

your first time with hyeju was kind of.. spontaneous?

you two had been dating for 2 months-ish and she invites u over to her house just to hang out as a date 👀

it starts with u and her on her couch as you watched her play a game (but being honest you were probably just staring at her the whole time)

after a little while she lost a major battle and got all pouty and upset 😭🥺 you mostly laughed at her serious reaction to the loss, but you tried to comfort her anyway.

you figured it wouldn't hurt to give her a quick peck on her lips. ofc you kissed before, so you had nothing to be worried about.. and she just looked so cute when she pouted

hyeju perks up almost instantly and ofc you have to tease her more for that, but eventually she pulls you in for another kiss and 🥴

it wasn't long before you felt her hands tug at your waist to pull you into her lap.. i mean like 😭 u were just straight up making out at this point,, and when u straddled her? omg. her head could've explodedkjskjgksg

her hands crept from your waist to your thighs and she gave them a light squeeze, causing you to whimper into her mouth as she kissed you 😵 this turned her on... so .. much ..

you pull away and look into her dumbfounded eyes, but before you can say anything she kisses you again

only this time its way hornier and she's being a lot more.. touchy 😇

"wait, hyeju," you stutter out, prompting her to stop. she looks at you with SO MUCH concern in her eyes, she's super worried that she was making u uncomfortable..

but when you request that you go further? she felt like she was flying.

hyeju is SO gentle but obviously she wants to show off so she picks you up and carries you to her room before laying you down on your back, brushing all the hair out of your face and kissing you again.. her strong hands trailed under your shirt, up your body and then found a place to rest just underneath your breasts, squeezing them lightly

when she heard you moan in response she couldn't help but want more, it was sooo addictive to her 😭🥺

her kisses trailed down to your jaw as she pushed your bra up to feel your sensitive skin, toying with one of your erect nipples as she lowered her head more to press soft kisses all over your neck

she thought u were soo cute when u whined and stammered out desperate pleas for more.. you were so wet but u could barely tell her that cus u were so shy :((

eventually one of her hands slid down to your jeans, unbuttoning it before sloooowwly pulling down the zipper

your chest heaves up and down as your breathing intensifies, looking at her with half-lidded eyes

"hyeju, wait, i've never done this before," you confessed to her shyly.. her cheeks flushed before she smiled reassuringly and told you, "i've never done this either, why don't we learn together?"

this turned both of you on INFINITELY more.. knowing u were each others first made u both SWOON 💞💞

anyways so after both of you had confessed you'd never had sex before she went back to what she was doing before you paused and started to slip your jeans off with little to no struggle

when they were gone and you were left in just your shirt and panties hyeju began to rub circles on your clit through the fabric.

she could feel how wet u were even with the fabric and holy moly.. the physical contact between her fingers and your soaked panties combined with the slew of lewd noises leaving your mouth was too much to handle 😖

your needy whines for more were the only motivation she needed to pull your panties down just a bit, finally making skin-to-skin contact with your soaked pussy

she teasingly slid a finger between your folds while her thumb stayed on your clit,, she looked at you with big pleading eyes, asking quietly "is this ok? are you sure you're ready?" ☹️ her caring words were SO cute but also really sexy somehow??!?

when you nodded at her questions, she gently inserted her middle finger, softening her gaze as she watched you arch your back into her.

she gave you a second before she started moving her hand, "is this hurting you? am i hurting you?"

when you shook your head no she sped up, stimulating your clit with her palm as her finger slid in and out of you

it was so quiet and you were so wet the noises that came from your soaked cunt + your sweet moans only made hyeju want to go harder ,,, which she did 😁

seeing the way u reacted to her speeding up was SO cute to her, she just had to insert another finger ,, 😗

when she slipped her index finger in you placed both of your hands on her shoulders, shaking a bit from how good you felt..

hyeju being the sweet girl she is checked in on you again, making sure she wasn't hurting u,,,

when u told her it was good her lust for you took over again, slightly curling her fingers within you and hitting your most sensitive spots,,

with every motion you felt your climax approaching 😣 when you told her this she encouraged you to let loose and,, ofc u did, cumming all over her fingers

she gave you a second to come down from your high before taking her fingers out of your cunt and licking the mix of slick and cum you'd left from them

this sight is. quite the attractive one, btw..

when it comes to aftercare hyeju is just the most loving person on the planet 😭💞 she kisses u and caresses you soo much, holding you tightly in her arms,,

she tells u how well you did and how happy she was that you let her be your first and how much she loves u, all mushymushy,,

she lets u lay and rest in her bed for a bit before drawing a bath for the both of you, telling you it's just to clean up and she won't bother u with more erotic touches

but you never know 😇🙏

thats it thank you for reading this long long post,,, if u notice any shitty mistakes plz just know i wrote this all when i was very very sleepy 😭 hope u like it anyway,, 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

[d-dalladalla]

may i request olivia hye x reader where g!p olivia hye and reader are room mates (lets pretend loona still lives in one dorm) . one late night they were having sex and then suddenly they hear the other members just outside the room so they try their best to stay quiet..bonus points if they end up failing miserably from how good it felt

<3

A/N: this is so hot ohmy god

Hyeju really wasted no time when it came to you, in every way and having the both of you be roommates was the best decision she ever made.

She was already balls deep in your sopping cunt, your eyes rolled back, mouth wide and drooling as she draped her body over yours, her sweaty chest stuck to your back, her toned arms showing no sign of giving out as she held herself up. Her thighs separating yours and keeping them spread, ass up and head down and your back in that perfect arch she loved so much.

she leaned her head down, lips just ghosting over the shell of your ear, you could practically hear her smirk, her eyes hooded and dark as she filled your tight pussy over and over again. Her hips slapped yours over and over again. The sound bounced off the walls and surely leaked through the gaps in the door and out into the dorm.

"God, I love your pussy so much baby girl." she husked, hot breath warming your ear and sending a shiver down your spine and a high-pitched whine left your lips. Her cock stretched your walls and constricted again whenever she pulled out, over and over again.

"Baby, please go faster...harder," you begged, hands coming back to grip at her thighs as she fucked you, fingernails leaving deep crescent-shaped scars. She chuckled and without warning, her thrusts became harsher. You could feel her precum start to leak out, filling you up and leaking out onto the sheets and you started to get impossibly wetter.

Your high-pitched wails and moans and her low groans and mumbles muxed together but Hyeju suddenly froze her movements at the sound of loud footsteps outside her door, a sudden conversation between your shared members coming through the door, panic and guilt eating at your heart and you were ready to move away and hesitantly pull yourself off her cock.

But she stopped you, body draping over yours once again, arms circling yours and hips keeping yours pinned to the bed. Her thrusts picked up again and harder than before, trying her best to muffle her grunts and biting her lip, her hand coming up to your mouth and slipping two fingers in, your tongue swirling instantly around them and suddenly.

She tried her best to keep silent but the both of you failed, her grunts getting louder and so did your moans, and the sudden silence from the other side of the door when Hyeju let out a particularly loud moan and multiple praises of your name as she emptied into you, your own orgasm earning a loud whine from your lips and the footsteps became further and further away.

Dinner would surely be very uncomfortable later.

[gowonders]

catching up with stuff on my dashboard and i saw that hyeju with a guitar pic so hear me out, rockstar hyeju who has her own band and rockstar hyeju who spots you in the crowd and invites you backstage for….something…

AHAUAIHAVENAKAK. the amount of times i’ve thought of rockstar hyeju is crazyyy >_< she fits the concept soo well.. and she is totally the type to fuck a fan backstage tbh.. it boosts her ego sooo muchhh.. lemme elaborate bae

warnings: english isn’t my first language, fem reader,band leader!dom (maybee switch???) hyeju, loossemble is actually a rock band, but other members aren’t really mentioned a lot , yves is your friend, oral (hyeju rec.) fingering (reader rec.), edging, thigh riding (reader rec.), hyeju gets jealous for a sec ^_^, marking, lmk if i missed any!!

minors dni

a loud “i hope you’re all enjoying the show!” rings throughout the venue, triggering screams and cheers through the crowd as the intro to day by day plays. from who? hyeju, your not-so-secret celebrity crush.

“but yvessss, hear me out!” you plead, holding your phone out to show your best friend the new selfies that hyeju just posted. and she just hums and shrugs in response. “mm.. she’s pretty i guess!” she says nonchalantly, taking a sip of her iced coffee. “you guess??? it’s son hyeju you’re talking about. she isn’t ‘i guess she’s pretty’ material!” you defend her almost like you actually know her.

yves sighs and shakes her head, rolling her eyes as she places the plastic cup back on the table. “look, yn.. if you really wanna see this chick so bad, i may or may not have a friend who’s also in loossemble. gowon could easily get you tickets, maybe even get you pretty close for the next show!” she offers, her expression acting like it’s nothing. “wait- are you serious? you’d do that for me?? could you??” you ask, eyes wide as you’re about to practically jump on the table. “yeah, i’ll do it right now.”

which is how you’re here, trapped in the pit with other fans bumping into eachother, hands reaching out to touch any of the members, even for a split second the second one of the girls met your section.

but one girl was particularly having fun near your section. none other than your celebrity crush.. hyeju. bringing her little breaks to where you could see her up close, to where you could see the blisters on her fingers from her guitar, and she especially had fun holding her fans hands, but she lingered on one especially— yours.

when she had a small break, she got your attention best she could, mouthing a ‘stay here after the show.’ before she’s going back to playing a sweet instrumental for the other girls, her dreamy vocals coming in every so often too. it was such a perfect night.. and it was about to get a hell of a lot better.

regrettably, the night came to an end. the last song fading to an end as hyeju bows and waves to her crowd. “wishing you all and excellent night! hope you enjoyed the show!” she yells, walking across the stage to make sure every section gets a proper goodbye.. especially yours, she lingers around it for a few seconds, nodding her head to you to make sure you actually stay. and stay you do.

as the venue clears out, your nerves rise more and more. what if she was talking to some other fan? you hang around the side of the area, nails tapping on your thighs nervously, mind racing with thoughts. until they stop when you feel a hand wrap around your wrist. it’s hyeju.

you could honestly die right then and there. the way she nods her head to follow her as she keeps a tight grip on your wrist, pulling you backstage. “what’s your name?” she asks, leaning her head back as she walks ahead of you. “u-uh.. yn!” you stutter, blushing at how quick this is all going. “hm, cute. nice to know the name of the girl who’s about to eat me out.” she says confidently, pulling you into the dressing room quickly, locking the door behind her. “i’m gonna do what??” you say, eyes darting around the somewhat small room. “surprised you haven’t guessed yet. you haven’t heard the rumor of how i get rid of stress after shows?” she chuckles, patting your shoulder as she leans against the door. “i- um..!!!!!!!” you sputter, eyes trying to look at anywhere but her. hyeju. your literal celebrity crush. the one who’s about ‘relieve her stress’.

she smiles and rolls her eyes, hand reaching up to your hair to push you down to your knees. “fucking ruin me, babe. who knows, maybe i’ll let you ride my thigh if you do well-“ before she can even finish her sentence, you’re agreeing, fingers gliding under the waistband of her skirt and pressing kisses on her thighs. “okay… you don’t have to. just wanna help you.” you mutter against the skin, looking up at her. “mmhm… don’t leave me waiting now.” she says, fingers running through your hair.

and with that, your fingers are hooked under her waistband, pulling her skirt and panties down to her ankles, and as you do so, a small pang of guilt hits you. you’re literally just a one night stand for some girl who knows you like her.. well.. hyeju isn’t just some girl.. so maybe it’s not that bad..

you place small pecks on her thighs before finally connecting your lips to her core, which has her gripping your hair tighter and her hips bucking against your face, which leaves you whimpering against her as your tongue goes in and out of her, leaving her a moaning mess. “p-please.. w-what’s your name?” she whines out. “never mind… just- you’re doing so good, b-baby..!!” she squeaks, thighs squeezing around your head as you continue her work on her. your hands glide up and down her thighs, before one of your hands snake up her thigh, fingers teasing at her entrance.

her eyes flutter shut at the feeling, a moan leaving her lips as your fingers go in and out of her, plus the added feeling of your lips on her just has her going crazy.. “um.. i’m close-“ she mumbles, grip tightening on your hair, which has you giggling against her. her hips are ever so slightly bucking into your face as she chases her release, and who are you to stop her?? with that, her release crashes into her like a wall of bricks, a broken whine leaving her lips as you help her ride out her high, and as she calms, a string of praises leave her as her fingers haphazardly run through your hair.

after a moment, hyeju calms down enough to sit down on a chair, pulling you up from you knees and bringing you to sit on her lap, shakily slotting hee thigh between yours. she looks up at you, and you notice how flushed her cheeks are before she speaks quietly, a tone of dominance back in her voice. “…fucking let me ruin you, baby. you did so well, gotta return the favor.” her hands are running all up your sides, before her experienced hands are sliding your panties off and tossing them to the table next to her.

her callused fingertips run down your slit, a low chuckle leaving her as she shakes her head. “you’re so wet.. jesusssss. i know you’re into me, but like.. all you did was eat me out. so needy..” hyeju teases, and you just whine in response, turning your head away. “ah ah…” she starts, fingers gripping your chin before turning your gaze back to her. “keep your eyes on me, baby.” she snaps, fingers inserting you in one fast motion, drawing a broken whine from you. “hyeju-“ you whine, but hyeju cuts you off. “what? you want me to stop?” she taunts, another low chuckle leaving her. “no, noooo please don’t stop!!” you whine, hands weakly pawing at her. “i won’t baby, i won’t… um.. how about you tell me about yourself? you know.. like why you like the band and stuff.” she says nonchalantly, almost like she isnt even fingering you and you’re not slowly unraveling on her lap right now..???!?? “u-um- well.. i’ve liked your band for a while.. m-maybe a f-few y-“ you cut yourself off with your own moan, and hyeju coos before she speaks again. “aaah, i probably should’ve mentioned this, if you stop talking, i’ll stop. so don’t mess up~”

this is going to be torture. “o-oh.. right. um. i think y-you’re definitely my favorite.. but i- i like hyunjin, too!” her fingers thrusts up into you harder, a tsk leaving her as she shakes her head. “nottttt the right thing to say to the girl who’s fucking you.. plus what’s wrong with just me? huh? you want her to fuck you instead?” she says in a rather mad voice, her fingers thrusting into you with reckless abandon at this point. “no-! no- only you!!” you whine, fingers digging into her shoulder. “mhm… that’s what i thought. keep talking, baby.” she scoffs, her gaze falling to the side for a second as she still uses you with what seems to be literally all of her arm strength. “u-ummm.. i don’t know.. i really like your music.. you’re really good at making it.. and you’re really pretty..!! a-and you have good selfies and outfits and you’re actually so c-charming it’s crazy.” you’re rambling.. but it’s not your fault you can barely think straight.

hyejus grows a small smile as she looks back up at you. “awww, really?” she coos. of course. she knows that so many people think that of her. but it reallyyy boosts her ego. and it’s definitely shown in the way she adds another finger, slowly easing it in before continuing her pace from before. catching you off guard, you can feel a heat rising in your stomach quickly and your walls fluttering as hyejus talented fingers ruin you. “i- god..! im c-close..” you mumble, and as soon as hyeju sees you reach your peak.. she pulls out.

“w-wha… hyeju…” you whine, clenching around nothing now, but hyeju just laughs and shakes her head. “what? dont go complaining yet. did you think you’d only get my fingers? that’s pathetic.” she says, easily moving you to have her thigh slotted between yours. her hands find their way to your hips, grip so hard it’s probably bruise.. “ride.” she says bluntly, and you can feel her thigh flex under you. “you- i- okay..” you whisper, the second you start to rut your hips against her, you feel like you could snap any second. especially with the way she starts to leave splotchy, purple marks on your neck and collarbone. your lips part in shock at the feeling, a light gasp leaving you. hyeju chuckles, hands guiding you to move faster on her thigh. “doing so well, baby.” she praises, a smirk on her face as she watches you slowly unravel, quick and short whines drawing out more and more.

“hyeju.. feels so good.” you whine, hiding your face in her shoulder. she just hums in approval, her grip tightening on you even more, guiding you to just keep going, we couldn’t have you stopping, right??

“wanna see you cum, can you do that for me??” she asks, one hand coming up to stroke your hair. “mhm~” you whine against her, and at this point, you’re definitely out of it. you can’t really think straight or speak coherently, and that just makes hyeju chuckle, but she isn’t teasing you about it..

you leave small pecks on her shoulder, still rocking your hips against her thigh as hyeju just helps you reach your climax. you’re getting closer, and closer.. until you feel a pressure build in your stomach, a broken whine leaving you. “i- ‘m close…!” you wail out, and hyeju doesn’t deny you it. in fact, she presses her thigh against you even more, gripping your hips so tightly, (they definitely left a bruise in the morning..) guiding you quickly against her thigh, because nothing boosts her ego more than seeing some random girl unravel for her.

“let go, baby.” she whispers, and with that, you’re finishing like you haven’t before, and you swear that for a split second, you didn’t really have much guilt about.. well getting literally ruined by your celebrity crush.

as you fell from your high, heavy breaths against her shoulder and hyeju trying to keep in her laugh at how cute you looked, she left small pecks on your cheeks, caressing them softly. for being a one-time thing.. this was oddly affectionate. she sighs a little, flipping your skirt back down, as she helps you off her lap. she leans back in her chair for a second, eyes falling on the table she threw your panties on. “hey, quick question… do you think i could keep those?”

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hope you liked this ^_^ yes it did lowkey make me rethink my whole life but this was so fun to write!! thank you for the ask !

[tzuyuscloud]

Hello!! So, I saw your Loona as students and as school crushes thingy and was wondering if you could do a imagine on Olivia gaining a crush on fem reader and starting to come to school for her and getting teased by her members for it. -🥥

From Hyeju’s first day of school til recently she has always been the quiet gamer nerd who stayed to herself. She has earned herself many nicknames like “emo girl” and much others but she always turned a blind eye to the names. She has never had anything excited happen to her while she was in school, but the day she saw you she felt like she had a reason to show up everyday.

Her heart pounded whenever she saw you in the hallways with your friend group. Hyeju damn near memorized your schedule just so she could know when to take bathroom breaks when she was in class so that you guys could cross paths. You always thought that seeing the girl was just a coincidence but it was planned all along.

“Hyeju wanna eat outside or in the cafeteria?” Sooyoung asked her quiet friend who seemed to be in a trance today. “Hello?” Sooyoung snapped her fingers grabbing the younger girl’s attention.

“oops, sorry” Hyeju apologized as she was caught eyeballing y/n and her friend group. “Who were you staring at?” Yeojin teased.

“Gasp! do you have a crush on y/n?!!” Gowon giggled. They all poked and teased her about the crush causing her to blush a deep red.

“Thats why you haven’t been skipping school lately!!” Yeojin smacked Hyeju on the shoulder earning a cold glare from the older girl.

“Yahh!!! leave me aloneee” Hyeju whines as they all teased her.

Little did she know that from afar you overheard the teasing and smiled to yourself.

[hyeitsju]

Hyeju hcs!! (SFW)

(Hyeju x FEM READER)

I see her as a really caring person but whenever she shows it she’s sarcastic.

She’s DEFINITELY the type to be shopping with you and hear you say you think something’s pretty and immediately get 3 of it, no questions asked.

Her laugh is the best sound in the world

She loves hugs but would almost never initiate one.

Whenever you try and hug her she would pretend to not like it.

Holding hands is a MUST.

Actually, just anything that involves her touching you.

Hand on thigh, arm around waist or shoulder, your legs on her lap, arms intertwined, anything of the sort, hyeju can’t live without.

She needs to be touching you in some way shape or form.

Loves playing video games with you.

Even if you don’t exactly know what your doing..

She just loves your presence.

Could never text you while she’s in the dorm because the second she showed even a sliver of happiness, she would be teased by everyone.

Hyeju rarely brang you to the dorms, almost always at your place because if she brang you over it was either way too loud or too quiet because everyone was trying to listen in.

She definitely loves cuddling but would NEVER admit it, no amount of money could make her.

Whenever she’s stressed out or physically/mentally exhausted, she will rest her head on your lap and have your hands run through her hair and she’s asleep and calm in minutes.

I just know she loves when you play with her hair.

Gets sooo jealous, sooo easily.

Doesn’t even try and hide it either.

Such a softie for you but refuses to admit it, it’s so cute

Would really do anything for you but would act reluctant about it.

Her kisses are the BEST.

She loves kissing you, it’s like her favorite thing to do.

She loves making out to be specific.

She kisses like her life depends on it.

With you on her lap or sitting on the couch or bed next to her.

And ofc she has to be touching you in some way.

Whether that be a hand on your cheek or thigh or waist, she doesn’t care.

She just loves loving you.

Sorry this is really short and sucks, I can’t write for shit. Please request some stuff, y’all!!

[authorforrosie]

Dating Olivia Hye From Loona Would Include:

•You and Son Hyeju first met under the cherry blossoms. Where she saw you standing there looking glorious. She only had the thought that she needs a date with you. Which she did two days after you gave her your number.

•Son Hyeju asked you to be her girlfriend after she went to the art gallery with you. Since art is your passion.

•You help her to rest when she doesn’t have a comeback or tour. You help her at bed, adjusting her pillows and tucking her into the blankets.

•Son Hyeju takes care of you when you are injured because of how clumsy you can be.

•You get video games for her to play since you know how much she loves gaming. Mostly when there’s no comeback or no tour.

•Son Hyeju gets you all the merchandise from Loona. You often pull her photocards. You fangirl then about how she is your ultimate bias

•You support her in everything she does. Mostly when she has a comeback, tour’s, photoshoots or interviews. You always come along since you keep her calm and relax her.

•Son Hyeju often feels like she can't show or tell you enough how much she and her bandmates from Loona appreciate you. Besides your effort to make her and her bandmates very happy.

•You cried while yelling „Yes” four times when Son Hyeju got down on one knee in front of you. She asked you to marry her on stage. While being on tour together with her bandmates.

•Son Hyeju still cries whenever she thinks back to the day when she asked you to marry her. It’s one of the best day’s in her life.

•You help her bandmates to make Son Hyeju more comfortable and take care of her. Since she is very shy. Definitely more shy than you.

• Son Hyeju pouts when you can’t kiss her because of her or your work. You are their photographer. Since you are a very successful and famous photographer worldwide.

•You marry Son Hyeju under the Cherry Blossoms where you both first met each other. Her bandmates and your family cried at your wedding. Since it’s very romantic in their opinions.

•Son Hyeju teased her family and bandmates for crying at her wedding. Later she admitted that she cried because you looked so beautiful in that white wedding dress.

•You are like a sister and an unofficial Loona member for Son Hyeju’s bandmates. They loved you for Son Hyeju. You are perfect for her in their opinions.

•You bring them food when they have recordings or dance practice. Which all of them kissed you on the cheeks for. When it was Son Hyeju’s turn she attacked your whole face with many kisses. Which always makes your cheeks flush red in a blush and giggle with a shy expression on your face.