#hyuna fanfiction

[portifoliooppaxwang]

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[kittywritingsonao3]

i had an idea about an AU my s-class hunters inspired debut or die so i'm sharing it ^^ i wrote it fast without thinking much so don't take it too seriously...

! there's big spoilers for debut or die novel so don't read if you don't want to be spoiled !l

like in canon, yoohyun left yoojin (for x reason) and yoojin is well, sad. Until one day he woke up in is brother body, several years in the past, with the ultimatum of debuting as an idol or he will die. Of course yoojin is not going to let his brother body die, and like in dod, every information about himself disapeared.

so like, contrary to moondae, yoojin don't know much about idol, so I had different idea to "help" him. 1, the system window is talking to him and giving advice (newcomer) 2, yoohyun was a solo idol and yoojin keeped track of him.

anyway, idol inc happens and for the group i was thinking on making a mixed group (discarding season 2 of idol inc).

for the group i imagined yoohyun(yoojin) as a leader/singer, yerim as a main rapper/dancer, noah main dancer/singer (inspired ahyeon) and then... i don't really know :/ i like myeongwoo but i can't really imagine him singing/dancing or rapping so... since the groupe is "young" i wondered if i could put soyoung too? but then i couln't do a jupiter "groupe", and at the same time having hyunjae and soyoung around the same age? weird. So yeah, apart from noah and yerim i'm not sure about yoojin's group. of course yoojin would take care of everyone and everthing, this guy don't change.

for hyunjae, well, it's easy to say he's taking the place of cheongryeo!

as i was typing i realised that myeongwoo could be a producer, like raebin. so maybe singer/producer? since there's a lot of singers, soyoung should be a rapper.

anyway, let's go back to hyunjae. hyunjae is an all rounder obviously, the king of everything, except he don't really do live and variety show. contrary to cheongryeo i like to think he would do a lot of solo stuff outside of the groupe.

talking of the group! of course mixed again. at this point i'm a bit strugling because i don't know if i want hyuna to be in the same groupe as hyunjae or another girl only group. if she's in a gg, she would be with riette and nonames. if she isn't, i like the lineup hyunjae, hyuna, taewon, evelyn and maybe riette. i don't know about making riette an idol if hyuna is with the other. she could be someone who work in the industry, and cause trouble to noah but have a good relationship with soyoung.

for the roles i'm not sure, but rapper/main dancer hyuna is good, singer evelyn, rapper taewon maybe?

going back to hyunjae, like cheongryeo he came back multiple time in the past to achieve the missions. and he would probably annoy yoojin a lot, but as time pass, they would reach a relation of trust and try to break the system together.

yoojin will remember about a past he forgot, his suicide and the other life of everyone (yerim, noah, myeongwoo but also hyuna, taewon and hyunjae) and how yoohyun saved his life with the system.

contrary to dod, i think it would be better if yoojin return to his body. and i have two ideas at how it can happens. 1 well, uh, magic. yoojin live in his body, but everybody who isn't aware of the system think that the idol yoohyun always looked like that and was always named yoojin. he kept being an idol, and his brother continue being his number 1 fan. for those who read the novel, it's like the arc "Company <System> update" where everybody forgot moondae. idea 2, since yoohyun got back in his body he became an idol, replacing his brother. yoojin became their's manager, and hyunjae always try to get him become his manager's group ;)

this is the end, my brain cannot do much more for now ^^' if i have other idea, i'll share them but for now that's all. if you got inspired feel free to write about it, just mention me that's all i ask. and link me your work so i can see it (☆▽☆)/

[wesperbrekkered]

✨️ The arduous trials of getting one Ivan drunk ✨️

This fandom is in dire need of some humour, so I'm here to give ye that with 12k words of fluff and humour!

5 Times the group tried to get Ivan drunk and 1 Time they accidentally succeeded (feat a drunken love confession and Ivan hyuna besties)

Link right here besties ;)

[priincekin]

Hyuluka Oneshot - Of Warmth and Withering

Luka, now an Alien Stage victor, comes to Hyuna's door in the dead of the night seeking a place to stay; Hyuna is more than reluctant to agree.

CW for an unhealthy relationship dynamic.

For in-depth tags, please check the AO3 upload! Apologies for any formatting issues, this is my first time ever posting fanfic on Tumblr.

PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS NOW AN OLD VERSION. If flow and quality of writing is important to you, I implore you to check the AO3 link.

“Miss Hyuna?”

In her room, Hyuna lay on her stomach, gripping a pillow tightly. She pressed it against her ears, trying in vain to block out the irritating sound of Luka’s quiet, yet persistent. knocking. Each knock sounded like nails against a chalkboard, each making her more frustrated. Clenching her teeth, she prayed that the knocking would stop soon so she could retire for the night.

“Miss Hyunaaaa.”

Another knock, louder.

“Hyuna, please, hear me out. My quarters are freezing tonight, and I cannot sleep. I understand the need for discretion given our situation – rest assured, I can be quiet. A little secret between us, perhaps?”

He trailed off, mumbling the last part more to himself than to her. Hyuna rolled her eyes in response. As far as she was concerned, he could keep talking to himself forever for all she cared. She was determined not to let him in, not this time.

"Hyuna," he said, his voice growing more desperate by the second. "I know me winning Alien Stage might have put us at odds. It's bitterly cold out here, and frankly, you’re the only one I feel I can approach. Could I perhaps trouble you for a bit of warmth and company, just for tonight?" At odds? What an understatement.

Hyuna shut her eyes tight, nails digging into her pillow as memories flooded her mind. She could see little Luka in her mind’s eye, outside her door, tiny and shivering in his too-big white fur coat, his cheeks flushed from the cold. Those memories hit her hard - all those nights when a scared, sniffling Luka would tiptoe into her room, looking for the kind of comfort only she seemed to know how to give. He'd huddle close, his small hand holding hers, feeling safe only next to her. Things were simpler then, their friendship a little haven from the hell they lived in. But now, well, things had changed, and he had no place in her room.

Still, Luka persisted, each knock slowly gnawing away at her resolve.

‘He doesn’t deserve your sympathy’, she reminded herself. ‘Not after everything.’

Hesitantly, Hyuna sat up, her heart torn. Could one more night really cause any harm? She wondered. Dewey and Isaac had advised her to be firm, but they wouldn't know about this. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Shaking her head in resignation, she pushed herself up to sit on the edge of her bed. Hyuna reached for a cigarette with trembling fingers, her hands fumbling slightly as she lit it, the orange glow briefly illuminating her conflicted expression. Taking a deep, steadying drag, she let the smoke swirl around her, hoping it would calm her down and let her think straight, Finally, with a heavy sigh, she stood up, shuffling toward the door.

Hyuna yanked the door open with a force that echoed down the hallway, her eyes instantly locking onto Luka's pitiful form. He looked up at her, his cheeks unnaturally pale. Right. He never did do well in the cold.

She propped herself against the doorway, an eyebrow raised. Taking a long, lazy drag from her cigarette, she let the smoke billow out, watching it hang in the air; really, she would rather look at anything other than Luka. “Alright, Luka, out with it. It's too late for your shit. What's the big emergency? Lost your teddy bear?”

Luka flashed a disarming smile, the kind that usually got him what he wanted. “Ah, depriving me of your charming pet names? You wound me,” he quipped, effortlessly sliding past her into the room. With a flourish, he removed his luxurious coat, which now fit him perfectly, draping it over her rickety old chair. He let out an exaggerated sigh, as if shedding the weight of the world along with his coat. “Though I believe I made my situation quite clear. My room is cold, and I cannot sleep, and that is all there is to it.”

“Right. Riiiight. Because the segyein would totally let their precious little pet become an ice sculpture, huh?” Hyuna scoffed and put her hand on her hip. If looks could kill, Luka would be on the ground writhing in agony. She watched, half-amused, half-irritated, as Luka practically sashayed over to her cluttered vanity. He began fussing with his hair, his reflection preening back at him.

“Make yourself at home, why don’t ya?” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh wait, you already did. What’s next, Luka? Gonna raid my beer fridge too?”

“Ah, making myself at home? If you insist,” he retorted, catching her sarcastic tone. “Though, I'll pass on raiding your beer stash. Not quite my taste.” He picked up her scarcely used lip gloss, examining it with a curious eye. With a subtle smile, he admired the glitter's shine in the soft light.

“Your thoughts, darling?” he inquired, turning towards her as she sat on the bed. His tone was light, yet there was a sharpness in his gaze, a hint of calculation in his seemingly casual demeanor.

“Call me darlin’ one more time and I swear I'll superglue your lips shut.” Hyuna sat down on her bed, inhaling more smoke. She watched Luka like a hawk, deeply anxious about his every move. Obviously, she couldn’t trust him to behave himself. Why the hell had she let him in? Since when was she that stupid? Between the power he held over her and the shit he pulled in the last round…

“I must admit, I’m not too fond of your recent attitude.” Luka hummed, turning back to look at his reflection like it was a long-lost friend.

“Piss me off one more time and you’ll get more than my attitude. I don’t have the time for your bullshit.”

“It seems to me you have nothing but time for your dear childhood friend.” Luka’s voice dripped with a mocking sweetness as he gazed at her reflection in the mirror. He batted his eyelashes with an exaggerated innocence, a smug smile playing on his lips, fully aware of the irritation it would provoke in Hyuna. She clenched her fists, but kept them squarely at her side, refusing to give him the satisfaction of her anger.

“Oh, please. My childhood friend? That guy’s long gone. This person in front of me? I don’t even know who you are anymore, Luka. You’ve changed, and not for the better. So do me a favor, take your drama and get out of my room. I’ve got no space here for strangers.”

As he did with everything he disliked, Luka ignored her and instead sat down closely next to her. His perfume, a mix of white musk and sugar, was uncomfortably familiar to her.. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "You're right, I have changed as of late. It’s for the better. I’m no longer the fool you had to protect in your youth.” He paused. “But some things haven't changed at all..." His hand brushed against hers, a bold, yet seemingly casual gesture coming from him.

Hyuna's heart raced, but she quickly pulled her hand away, glaring at him once more. What an asshole, having the nerve to try and flirt after everything. "Don't play games with me, you bastard. I'm not one of your fangirls. You don’t get to whisper sweet nothin’s and expect to get away with it, you hear me?”

“I’m not playing games, Miss Hyuna. I genuinely miss us… I miss what we had.”

"Ya can't just waltz back into my life and expect things to be the same," she said, her voice quivering slightly.

Luka extended his hand, his touch unexpectedly tender as he cupped Hyuna’s cheek. “I know I’ve made mistakes, more than I can count. But here I am, darling, trying to make it right..” His thumb traced a soft line across her cheek, a gesture so familiar and yet new at the same time. For a fleeting second, Hyuna found herself yielding to the warmth of his touch, her resolve wavering. It was getting harder and harder to be angry with him.

Anakt, it was awful, the way he could sway her with a few words and a bit of touch. She knew damn well what was happening, that this was the very reason they kept going through this cycle. But she could never bring herself to stop it.

The tense moment was broken by a sudden knock on the door, followed by Dewey's voice. "Hyuna, you good in there? Heard voices."

Hyuna jerked away from Luka as if burned, the sudden intrusion of Dewey’s voice at the door snapping her back to reality. “I’m fine, Dewey! Just… talking to the walls, you know how it is,” she called out, forcing nonchalance or something resembling it.

She moved to the other side of the room, putting as much distance between herself and Luka as possible. His gaze lingered on her, loaded with an unreadable emotion that only added to her agitation.

As Dewey quickly agreed with her and walked off, Hyuna began to pace the perimeter of the room like a madman. Luka’s eyes watched her every. She bit at her nail, her body tight with tension, her mind racing with thoughts she dared not voice. The urge to lash out at Luka was overwhelming, but she bit back the scathing remarks teetering on the tip of her tongue. She knew all too well that throwing him out would only escalate the situation. The segyein were always looking for a reason to come down on her, and Luka, their prized victor, would make the perfect catalyst for her downfall.

“Luka,” Hyuna choked out, finally, after what must’ve been five minutes of awkward silence. “you know damn well we can’t do this. Not here, not now, never. After what ya pulled in the finals, I can’t trust you. Literally pushing that guy to his death?! You played it off as an accident, but I know you! You had a weird-ass look on your face as you approached him, and your elbow jutted out, and-- Anakt, how did anyone fall for that shit?!--“

“Because, Hyuna, no one else sees through me like you do.”

Hyuna whipped around to face him, jaw on the floor. “You… you actually… what?”

“Yes, I admit it. It was no accident, though I prefer to call it insurance for my victory.” Luka’s voice was chillingly calm as he stood up and closed the distance between them, his movements deliberate. Hyuna’s breath hitched, her body instinctively recoiling, but she was rooted to the spot. As his hand reached out, brushing through her hair with a disgusting tenderness, a shiver ran down her spine. “I pushed him off the ledge. I knew I had solid rapport with the segyein, and they wouldn’t think twice about the chain of events. Why, one of them even said that it was delighted with me for getting him out of the competition. You know well how much of a pain he was. He was not victor material. And neither are you…”

The room felt colder, the air heavier. Hyuna’s mind raced, grappling with the revelation. Her first instinct screamed at her to lash out, to confront him with the full force of her rage. Yet, fear and shock stifled her, muffling her voice to a choked laugh, one that sounded hollow even to her ears. “… well, at least you’re being honest for once, huh? That’s rare for you, nowadays…” Her words were laced with sarcasm, but her voice quivered nonetheless.

Luka tilted his head, scrutinizing Hyuna's reaction. "You seem calmer than I expected.”

Hyuna let out a long sigh, sinking down to sit on the edge of her bed once more. "Oh, I'm pissed as all hell. But not surprised. I always knew you had it in ya to pull some underhanded shit like that." She shook her head, a bitter smile crossing her face. "I just didn't think you'd take it that far. Guess you really have changed."

"It was necessary for my success," Luka replied matter-of-factly. He sat down next to Hyuna, tentatively snaking an arm around her shoulders. She stiffened, but didn't pull away. “I’m now in a position of favor, Hyuna. Think about it — they’ll treat me better, and naturally, I’ll ensure you’re taken care of too. Our lives, they’re about to change for the better. You’ll see, it’s all going to work out in our favor.”

Hyuna turned to look at him incredulously, her face turning the slightest bit red. From anger or embarrassment, she had no clue. "Our lives? I want nothin’ to do with your success, Luka. Especially when I know you’d throw me under the bus if it helped ya. Or should I say, under the stage light?!”

Luka's confident expression faltered. He brushed a strand of hair away from Hyuna's face, his voice softening. "You know that's not true, darling. I had nothing to do with your accident.”

"Don't lie to me! You've always been obsessed with fame, you don’t give a shit about me, deep down.” Her voice broke as she gestured down at her prosthetic leg. “Look what you did. That had to have been your fault.”

"That was not me. I haven’t any control over the stage lights."

“Really?! Or did you sabotage it like everything else so that I couldn't beat you?"

Wordlessly, he shifted closer, reaching for her hands, but Hyuna backed away until her back hit the wooden headboard.

"I don't know anymore," Hyuna said bitterly. "Just leave me alone. I don’t wanna talk about this."

Hyuna pressed the release button on her prosthetic leg at the knee joint, disengaging the lock. She gently slid the prosthetic off her thigh, setting it next to the bed. All the while, Luka tried to whisper more sweet nothings in order to change her mind, but she pretended like he wasn’t even there.

With a huff, she threw her covers over her head and laid her head on her pillow; a clear dismissal. If he didn’t get the idea from this, he was hopeless.

She waited for Luka to leave, but instead, he quietly lifted the edge of the comforter and peered in. Hyuna curled up into a ball, pray

Despite Hyuna's closed off body language, Luka crawled into the bed beside her, encircling her waist with his arm. As he curled against Hyuna's back, she tensed, conflicting emotions rising up. His familiar touch, though cold, brought back memories - both sweet and painful.

"What the hell are you doing?" Hyuna said through gritted teeth.

"Nothing,” Luka mumbled, pulling her closer and hiding his face in the nape of her neck.

Hyuna drew in a shaky breath, resentment warring with lingering affection. Silently she covered his hand with her own, not pushing him away or pulling him closer. They lay in silence as the minutes ticked by, bodies entwined, her thumb slowly stroking over his knuckles. Hyuna slowly relaxed in his arms, leaning back into his touch.

“I can’t believe I’m lettin’ ya do this.”

“I can. I know you’ve missed me just as much as I’ve missed you.”

“Shut up. I like you better when you’re quiet.” Hyuna snapped.

Luka lightly chuckled, tightening his grip on Hyuna. At least he had the decency to be silent.

But Hyuna still wasn't having any of that. She pushed him off, a glint of defiance in her eyes. Luka's lip curled in a fleeting show of disappointment, but before he could react, she flipped him over and spooned him instead. "Big spoon? Ha, as if. You're in my world now, Luka," she said. Poking his cheek, she couldn't help but snicker at the warmth of his flush. "Aw, are you blushing? Cute. Don’t even try to complain about being little spoon — You begged to be here, remember? My bed, my rules."

“I’m sure we look absolutely ridiculous right now.” Luka muttered. “Since I should be big spoon and all…”

“Why? I’m taller. I’d argue this looks better!”

Luka huffed, but not once had he attempted to tear himself away from her touch. Hyuna smirked against his shoulder, closing her eyes. This was far more comfortable than she’d ever like to admit…

The good thing was that, by the next day, she was sure that they’d both be denying that this ever happened. Maybe that was for the better. But for now, she’d let herself enjoy the moment, regardless of how traitorous it was.

[mybelovedstarlings]

SCTIR NOVEL SPOILERS [snippets]

😭😭 I'm so relieved SHJ and STW's plans failed oh my godd

Yoojin rlly said "you are not allowed to abandon me, so y'know what?? Let's use my mental skill and fight our problems out" and proceeded to shoot Song Taewon in the fucking head 😂😂

And now we shoot various other S-Class Hunters while they're weakened!! Yay!! 😅

DID THIS LITTLE SHIT JUST CALL YOOHYUN A DOMESTICATED DOG!?!? OH YOOJIN YOU GOTTA KILL HIM NOW BYE 😶

Ah yes, Yoojin just going to Hyunjae's bedroom like it's normal lmao

Hyunjae & Taewon are 'stepping back'!! We did it, they're not leaving today birches!!

The 'puppeteer' person knows how to kill a transcendental??? Oooh

Oh!! Chloe Alger, our resident S-Class hostage!!

🤣 Yoojin can bring whole ass cars into the drawer space 🤣🤣🤣

CHATTERBOX SET UP A BROADCASTING CHANNEL 🤣🤣😂😂

Hyuna thinks Yoojin with a gun is sexy, and honestly same

What is Chatterbox planning...?

Oooooooooo he said a dungeon would break in 1 hour... let's see if it does

He's gonna film them blowing up the whole fucking Source???? 😂😂

Yoojin... stop acting like a housewife my guy... feeding Hyunjae??? 😳 chill

'A volleyball popped out of the dungeon terrifiyingly' lmao that sounds so weird

Ooo Chatterbox broke the contract

'I was hugging my dying brother.

My younger brother was hugging my, as I died.

I blinked and the illusion shattered.' OH NOOOOO [is the dying Yoojin part from Han Yoohyun's World chapters??? Or the future]

America apparently hates S-Class Hunters... damn that's weirdly scary

I love Gyeol so much ❤️❤️❤️

The S-Classes worrying over Yoojin... 😭😭

They have a GROUP CHAT!! a FAMILY group chat ❤️❤️❤️

Also Sung Hyunjae pretending to cry lmfao

The plot doesn't even matter rn they're so fucking wholesome

Help Yoojin discovered fanfiction 😂

THE PAPPARAZI FOUND YOOJIN 😱😱😱 NO BABY RUUUNNNN

Yoojin making a fool of himself in America is the cutest thing ever my god

Yerim 😂 is carrying 😂😂 Song Taewon 😂😂😂

SHJ threw coke at STW and we stan honestly 🤣🤣

Song Taewon needs to wear a yellow dress to match Yerim!!

I love that there's this one random paparazzi man with them all the time 🤣 like who are you?

Gyeol has a secret?? Oh dear

'"Han Yoojin, my child is sleepy~ "

-Dad! Don't listen, don't listen!

"He bit my finger and hit me with his tail."

-When did I-! Dad! Hang up!! Good night!

[Uh huh. Sleep well. Sung Hyunjae, don't bother him.]

"I am being bullied."'

This interaction is pure gold 🤣🤣

HOLD UP-

GYEOL IS PRETENDING TO LIKE YOOJIN??? WHY WAIT WHAT!?!? NO

Apparently Yoojin has never in his life used lipbalm and I think it's hilarious

[chapter 500s]

[serenababy4ever]

New fanfiction (not real just random fanfic I made)

Introducing the Eclipse Members

4 of 8 p1 introduction

8 member female group all trained under bighit/hybe before all leaving to join Jyp entertainment which became psy entertainment when jyp retired and psy bought the company.

Members

Kim yena : leader,producer,vocalist

Siblings: 1 (Kim June)

Dob: 02/13/2003

Nationality : Korean, Chinese american( dad is Chinese and American, mom is korean)

Languages fluent : English ,korean,chinese

Favorite things : pastel colors,daisies, sleeping, spicy noodles green tea boba , Elvis Presley, Carlos Santana, Jessi,IU,Solar

Jeon Lilac : main dancer,sub vocalist

Dob: 05/02/2004

Nationality: Chilean,American

Languages Fluent : Spanish,English, Korean

Favorite things: bright colors,red roses,drawing,mango boba,video games ,The Beatles, Billie Eilish,Beyonce, Hyuna,Dawn

Kim June :maknae,dancer,visual

Dob: 07/04/2009

Nationality: Korean,Chinese American

Siblings: 1 (kim yena)

Languages Fluent: English, Korean, Chinese,Thai

Favorite things: same as Yena 1st member mentioned

Yeon Olivia: producer, lead rapper

Dob: 08/08/2008

Siblings 1 ( Y/N member mentioned fully in next post)

Nationality:Mexican,American

Languages Fluent: English, Spanish, Korean

Favorite things: fruits,vegetables (she is vegetarian) fruit smoothies, popables,sza,Jonny cash,jvke,Jay park

Let me know guys if you want pt 2 on the members introductions and pt 2 to the y/n bangchan smut . Reminder message me for any requests or questions about heat I like of post and what you wnat to see posted to my page

[daemour]

Flower Shower

Pairing: Hyojong (Dawn) x Hyunah (HyunA)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 425

Hyojong watches as the flowers bud and bloom along his skin, grinning at his soulmate mark. Every time he wakes up, he falls in love with it again.

"Whatcha lookin' at, love?" He turns around, tangling himself up in the sheets again to look at Hyuna. Hyojong smiles at her, lifting up his arm to show her, and she beams back. "Very pretty. Befitting for you."

"Oh my God," he laughs, burying his head into the pillow. "I don't know how you do it."

"Do what?" Hyuna knows what he's talking about, and she's just trying to tease him, but he always falls for it anyway.

"Make me blush." She laughs this time, clearly pleased with Hyojong's reaction.

"Well, it's not hard, love. All you have to do is look pretty, which you do all the time, and I compliment you, like you deserve." This time Hyojong can feel his face burn, and he pulls the sheets over his head.

"Hyuna, stop," he whines, drawing out every word. "I don't wanna get all embarrassed this early into the morning." She just pokes him in the side, giggling when he peeks out to glare at her.

"Come on, you're cute. Accept it. Let's have breakfast." Hyuna pulls Hyojong out of bed, comforter still wrapped around him like a burrito, and drags him to the kitchen. She plops him down onto a barstool and moves into the kitchen, opening cupboards. "What do you wanna eat?"

"Cereal." A bowl of cereal is placed in front of him. Hyojong peeks out of his burrito blanket to shoot her a confused look. She just laughs. This morning is filled with Hyuna's laughter, and he's not complaining.

"You're boring, you only ever eat cereal, so I prepared this for you ahead of time while you were still sleeping," she explains as she pushes a spoon into his hand. Hyojong hums in appreciation, digging into his cereal.

"Is it a good morning yet?" Hyuna asks him after he finishes his cereal. Hyojong hums again, getting off the stool to put his bowl back in the sink.

"Of course, because my lovely soulmate is here," he begins to say, and Hyuna grins, "the blanket."

Her smile disappears, and she appraises him with a stern look. He knows this look, and he drops the blanket and starts running. Hyuna lets him run for a little before she chases and catches up to Hyojong in a few seconds, throwing him onto the couch before jumping to play wrestle.

Yes, he thinks it's a good morning.

[spiltkpop]

Trouble. [9]

Pairing: Hyuna x Exo ot12 ft. bigbang.

Genre: mafia au! mentions of death, human trafficking angst, mild smut in some parts.

Word Count: 1.1k

Rating: R

Warnings: swearing, fighting, drugs, alcohol, torture.

A/N: um i’m back maybe??? i hate this chapter same with the rest.

It had been a month since the death of Chen, the funeral was 2 weeks ago and it was hard. Even though you were new to the gang, you felt a certain bond to all of the men. Not to mention you’ve slept with a fair bunch of them, all consensual of course.

Suho and Kris were determined it was BigBang’s crew who hired that girl to attack you and Chen and then kill herself. Kris sent Kai, Chanyeol and Luhan to go keep an eye on some of the memebers from Bigbang.

BB was known for human trafficking, they were known for buying women and forcing them to do anything they wanted. Xuimin was facing the worst of it, the loss of his best friend resorted him into losing all hope in humanity. He barely ate, he barely came out of his room. He was a mess.

Baekhyun and Tao we’re constantly trying to help Xuimin in anyway they could. Whether that be helping him shower or bringing him food, taking him out of the house just to get some sunlight.

Kyungsoo was upping up the security around the house and Lay was helping you learn some basic stitches. After that night in the hotel room, you asked him to teach you how to control bleeding and how to stitch yourself. Hopefully you’ll never need it. But in this world, that’s unlikely.

You and Sehun were cooking for the boys when you heard a gunshot from the front of the house and then Chanyeol came running in the house coming to get you, saying they were able to grab a BB member and bring him here. 

Following him out of the house, you walked down a cellar, there were multiple different types of cages, the man they brought in didn’t look familiar at all, however, his eyes, it was like he was begging you. He was tied to a chair, his arms behind his back and feet tied to the legs of the chair, there was a gun shot wound in his leg. That must have been what it was.

“Do you recognize him?” Luhan asked you directing to the man. You didn’t even get a word out before Suho and Kyungsoo came rushing down the cellar stairs pushing you away from the mans eye view.

Kyungsoo was yelling at Chanyeol saying he shouldn’t have brought you down here. Which lead to Suho calling Kris and Lay to come down here as well, quickly you were being pushed into a corner away from the man tied to a chair.

“What the fuck is going on?” You asked. “Who the hell is this and why is everyone upset about me being here?” You demanded, trying to seem tough was hard since lately everyone’s been treating you differently.

“Hyuna, this man, he’s known for human sex trafficking, he’s a member of BigBang and he preys on Women just like yourself, do have you ever seen him before?” Chanyeol brought up since no one else was talking. Everyone was just breathing loudly and glaring at the man tied to the chair.

“I haven’t seen him before, I’ve only seen two of members faces,” you convinced them. Which made the man chuckle slightly.

That angered Suho, he went over to a table you didn’t even notice at the other side of the wall and grabbed a knife. He struck it directly in the mans other leg, causing him to let out a loud yell and hiss. “I dare you to make one more fucking sound that doesn’t come from a question.”

Leaving the knife in, he Suho asked if they searched him and then when they said they did he asked to see his stuff. Kai handed him his wallet and a pack of cigarettes and a phone that the man had on his person.

The phone was dead, which was also a good sign so that no one could track a dead phone, he dropped it onto the concrete floor where it got smashed before kicking it over to the wall. Opening the wallet looking for anything they could use, his face hardened when he seen something.

“What the fuck is this?!” He demanded, grabbing whatever it was and shoving it in the mans face, it was a small pocket sized photo. You couldn’t see what was on it but the men standing behind Suho definitely did and they shared the same mutual anger.

The man looked at the picture, then to you, and then back to Suho. No words. Kris grabbed the picture and then turned and pushed the knife further into his leg, “you were asked a fucking question.” He yelled in his face.

The tied man made a grotesque face before yelling and begging. Weak. “I don’t know how that picture got in there,” He told them.

Which made Kris shove the knife in more, “Bullshit, you’re telling me this photo just appeared in your wallet?” He yelled at him.

“What fucking picture” chanyeol lightly whispered over to me which i just shrugged my shoulders since I couldn’t see it.

Suho heard and handed us the picture. I almost wanted to puke, it was a photo of me. Me tied to a chair, just like he is right now. But there were cuts along my collar bones, my clothes was basically ripped off my body. I was completely disgusted. I couldn’t even bare to look at the photo.

You felt a feeling of anger, and sadness, Lay came over to your other side and gave you a comforting look. “Would you like to head back inside?” he asked you. You shook your head no. You wanted to see this bastard get tortured.

Hours passed by, the sound of yelling and cries but the man was not saying anything. Something sparked in your mind. “Can I try something?” You asked Kyungsoo who was currently interrogating him. He looked at your causiously before nodding, the other men in the room; Sehun who joined, Chanyeol and Luhan stayed behind.

You walked over to the table where his other belongings were, grabbing a his pack of cigarettes, you opened it finding his lighter and grabbed one of the 5 smokes left. “Need a hit?” You turned to him. Putting the smoke in your mouth before lighting it. This caused his eyes to light up. Addict.

The taste of cigarettes in your mouth made you feel gross but you had a plan. You let him take a drag of the cigarette. “What’s your name?” you asked him, which was a small but simple question which would kill him. That is, if the torture doesn’t.

“Don’t act stupid you bitch,” he cussed at you. Spitting at your feet. You turned to the guys at the wall before looking back to the man. Taking the cigarette and putting it out on his neck.

“Wrong answer,” he screamed which made you make a sly smile before grabbing his wallet, looking at his ID. “Seungri.”

[yersina]

Okay so. I know in canon that Bak Yerim, Moon Hyuna, and Kang Soyoung + Riette (occasionally) all hang out together and are friends. They go out for game night and go to restaurants together.

I think it’d be really funny if you wanted to write a mini thing where this group goes to an arcade together for game night and just demolish the place. Figuratively or literally! Who’s better at the claw machine? Who’s a sore loser? Who breaks the most things? These are all fun questions you can answer!

(This is obviously if you’re still taking requests. I love all your writing so much, have a nice day!)

One day after meeting up for dinner, Hyuna is walking Soyoung and Yerim to their respective bus stops. The two younger girls are a step ahead of her, chatting animatedly about a dungeon Soyoung cleared earlier that week (“There were wyverns, Yerim-ah! Almost dragons!”), when Yerim breaks off with a gasp and presses her face to the window of a dark building.

Hyuna peers inside. “An arcade?”

“I’ve always wanted to go to one,” Yerim says, and there’s more than a small trace of wistfulness to her voice.

“You’ve never been?” Soyoung asks curiously, pressing her nose to the window next to Yerim and knocking their heads together gently.

“Never had the time or money.” Yerim says it with a nonchalant shrug, but Hyuna has some suspicions, pieced together from different fragments of their conversations and dinners together.

Well, there’s no time like the present.

“Let’s go,” she declares, and pushes open the doors without waiting for agreement.

1. Skeeball

“Oh, I remember this!” Soyoung makes a beeline for the back of the arcade, dragging Yerim with her, while Hyuna pauses to pay for some coins. “You just throw the balls into the holes over there,” she’s explaining when Hyuna joins them again.

“And you just have to get a high score, right?” Yerim bounces on her toes, giving her arms a stretch for show. “Should be easy!”

It’s not until Yerim has already slotted the two necessary coins into the machine and she’s winding up her arm like a baseball pitcher that Hyuna realizes that maybe they should’ve explained the concept a bit further. “Wait—”

A loud crash answers her as Yerim throws the ball full force at the target with the highest points. The new point total flickers on the screen for a brief moment before the machine croaks and completely dies.

All of them stare at the broken skeeball machine.

“Oops?” Yerim squeaks.

“You’re suppose to toss it underhand,” Soyoung chimes in helpfully.

Hyuna pinches the bridge of her nose and thanks whatever dungeon gods or higher beings might be out there that she’s an S-Rank and can afford to pay for a little property damage.

2. Basketball

“Here, let’s try this one instead,” Hyuna suggests, steering Yerim in the direction of the basketball game after several reassurances to the arcade proprietor that she fully intends on compensating any damage that they cause. “This one’s overhand—it’s just basketball but miniature. You know basketball, right?”

“Of course I do, eonni,” Yerim whines. “There’s a basketball court at my high school, you know.”

“Let’s see who can get the higher score!” Soyoung chirps excitedly and quickly goes to claim a machine for herself.

Hyuna, as much as she’d like to join in or wander off to find her own game to play, figures that having at least one person on guard duty to do damage control probably wouldn’t be remiss. “I’ll be referee.”

The first half of the game goes well. Hyuna alternates between cheering for Soyoung, who’s obviously played before and is making most of her shots, and Yerim, who picks up the movement quickly and doesn’t lag too far behind. “Fighting, Yerim!”

And then, with about fifteen seconds left on the timer, Yerim takes a glance at Soyoung’s score and lets out a wail. “Eonni, you’re beating me by so much!”

“Twelve seconds left!” Soyoung screeches in return.

The next ball that Yerim picks up audibly crunches beneath her fingers. Hyuna stares. Soyoung pauses in the middle of throwing a ball. “Game over,” the machines declare within seconds of each other.

“Uh.” Yerim hesitantly presents the squashed ball to Hyuna. “Sorry, I got excited?”

Hyuna sighs and mentally adds it to her tally of damages.

3. Air hockey

“Maybe let’s stay away from ball games.” Hyuna pushes them in the direction of the rest of the arcade. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices that the few other arcade patrons still lingering around are openly staring at them, and bares her teeth at them in a smile. All of them, satisfactorily, immediately flee.

“Oh, oh!” Soyoung grabs Yerim by the hand and pulls her to a neon-lit table near the middle of the hall. “Air hockey! This was one of my favorites as a kid.”

Yerim runs a hand over the dotted surface skeptically. “Air hockey?”

“Yeah! Hyuna-eonni, wanna play a game with me to help me demonstrate?”

Hyuna cracks her knuckles with a grin. “Get ready to go down.” She doesn’t care that Soyoung is almost ten years younger than her. Hyuna doesn’t plan on showing any mercy.

Unfortunately, Soyoung ends up winning the air hockey game too, if only because Hyuna hasn’t stepped foot inside an arcade since she was in college. “That was fun, eonni!” she says with a wide smile. “Usually people can’t even score a single point against me, but you got two in.”

Hyuna rolls her eyes and hands her spot over to Yerim. “Yah, Soyoung-ah. I’m up for a rematch anytime.”

Yerim steps up to the table, a comically focused expression on her face. “Go easy on me, eonni.”

“We can start slow.”

Yerim plays her first game like most beginners do, just protecting her goal without much thought, too focused on keeping track of the puck. After Soyoung wins that game, Yerim immediately tugs on Hyuna’s sleeve. “Again!”

Hyuna obligingly slots a few more coins into the machine and starts up another game . This time, Yerim is able to get a few more attacks in and, to Hyuna’s relieved delight, doesn’t even cause major property damage while she’s at it.

And then, while she’s bending over to add even more coins for a third game, she notices grooves in the side of the plastic rink that definitely hadn’t been there before. Grooves that, if she checked, she’s certain would match the side of an air hockey puck.

Hyuna might as well buy the entire establishment at this point. “Actually, how about let’s try something else?”

4. Punching bag machine

When Hyuna spots the punching bag machine, she does a few mental calculations and decides that it’s perfect. It’s made to be hit. “Here,” she says, slapping the machine. “We can punch the bag and see who’s stronger.”

Yerim’s hand shoots up. “Oh! Let me go first!”

In hindsight, Hyuna really should’ve anticipated the way the bag completely flies off with the force of Yerim’s punch.

5. Claw machine

“Okay,” Hyuna says, grasping Yerim by the shoulders and leading her around the arcade until they’re situated in front of a claw machine. “This one takes patience, okay? Delicacy and patience.”

“And money,” Soyoung chimes in, scanning the variety of claw machines available. “Oh, this one’s cute, with all the stuffed animals!”

Yerim joins her, nose pressed against the plastic. “Oh, hey, that one kind of looks like Peace, doesn’t it? Ahjussi’s horned lion?” There is indeed a particularly red lion plush with yellow tufts of fur making up its mane that reminds Hyuna of Yoojin’s horned lion pet lying near the drop area, though it’s unfortunately buried beneath another stuffed animal.

“Oh, the lion? That one’s cute, but I think that dragon over there is even cuter.”

“I’m gonna win the lion,” Yerim declares determinedly. “I’ll give it to Ahjussi.”

Hyuna hands the necessary coins over to Yerim and both she and Soyoung watch as Yerim puzzles through the controls and positions the claw over the dog plushie lying on top of the lion plushie with the utmost of care.

“More left, I think,” Soyoung suggests.

“More forward,” Hyuna chimes in.

Yerim cranes her neck and squints. “Are you sure? I feel like it should be more towards me.”

“No, I think it’s good where it is,” Soyoung says.

Hyuna gestures impatiently at the controls. “Just push the button already.”

Yerim pushes the button. They all watch as the claw sways downwards, weakly grasps onto an ear of the dog, and fails to move it even an inch. “Well, at least you touched it,” Soyoung tries.

“Eonni, another try.”

The other ear slides out of grasp this time.

“One more time.”

A foot.

“One more time.”

The same foot.

“Please?”

The claw misses the dog entirely this time.

“You know, the lion is underneath the dog plushie,” Soyoung points out helpfully. Yerim groans.

“Well, this is your last try,” Hyuna says, handing over her last two coins.

Yerim takes them sullenly. “I’d have to get both of them at once with this.”

“You never know until you try.” Soyoung pats Yerim’s shoulder. “You can do it.”

They all watch with bated breath as Yerim pushes the last of the coins into the claw machine and once again positions the claw over the dog plushie. “And… go!” A slap of the button and the claw begins to descend.

Down… down…

The claw once again grasps a leg of the plushie and begins to valiantly tug it upwards. The dog is raised maybe halfway out of its slump before the claw gives up and it droops back to sit on the lion’s face again.

Yerim turns to her with teary eyes. “Eonni.”

Hyuna manages to hold out against that expression for a valiant ten seconds. “Don’t… do this when you go to an arcade again,” she tries, channeling her inner ‘Yoojin when he’s talking to the Haeyeon guild leader’ energy. Yerim gives her a confused look. “Don’t do what I’m… Y’know what, never mind.”

She gives up and moves to the back of the machine with a sigh. She spends a moment trying to puzzle through the cords and wires coming from the back of the claw machine, before giving a mental shrug and lifting the whole thing, dangerous creaking and popping be damned, and gives it a gentle shake.

“Oh! Oh! Eonni, you’ve almost got it, do that one more time!” Yerim calls, and cheers when Hyuna does just that. “Okay, I think I can reach it now!”

She sets the claw machine back down as carefully as possible, wincing when the whole floor shudders at the impact and the metal buckles. Just another thing to add to the bill, she supposes.

When she peeks around the side of the machine, Yerim has amassed a small pile of stuffed animals, no doubt also shaken loose, and is in the process of pulling her prize out of the flap. “Eonni,” she crows, presenting it to her proudly. “Look, isn’t it cute?”

“Very cute.” Soyoung nods in agreement.

The beaming smile that Yerim gives them both is definitely worth the hefty bill that Hyuna is no doubt going to have to pay.

Mission success.

[mubroom]

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[glossyeon]

𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙋𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜

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~"𝘾𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸"

"𝘜𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢��𝘬𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘵"

"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴!"

"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥. *𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩* 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘈!"~

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐫 - 𝟏𝟔𝟔𝟓

You might know her for the dangling pearls that adorn her ears. You might know her for her seductive words that never fail to bewitch any male that falls to her feet. She’s beauty, she’s grace, and she’s not afraid to tell you that you have the most hideous nail beds in the 20th century. 

𝘢𝘬𝘢: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘈, 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘈 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴? 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴...

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sétima.

[whalenoiseshere]

maybe just a me thing?

i’ve seen a lot of posts on how people are upset about how in fanfactions that the girl/reader is always short, perfect lean legs, great body, long lucious hair, etc. and how they don’t like it and that it’s unrealistic. but i personally think that’s the point of a fan fiction- at least for me. i read it to escape from reality and i like to think that while i’m in my own world that i’m perfect and i like that i have leaner legs, longer and luscious hair, that i’m shorter so that i can nuzzle my face in my boo’s chest, etc. i think that it’s different for every person maybe but it’s called fan fiction for a reason- that’s its fictional and supposed to make you feel better about yourself! although i think that the fics have gotten better because most of them are skin color neutral, race neutral, etc. but idk this was just my thoughts. x