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iceandhoney · 7 months ago

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Pretty Woman - Part of A Little Warmth

Warnings : Alcohol consumption , suggestive content ( very mild , we are just warming up ) , yandere themes ( again very mild this time around ) , men and minors dni

For once , the thumping in your ears wasn't coming from elevated heart rate or another stress - induced migraine . Whatever basic electropop song was playing wasn't really your taste , but if that was the worst part of the night , could you really complain ? Finals week had been hell , to put it lightly . Rina was right - you needed to get out of the hermit hole you called a dorm room after all of that mind - melting work .

Going pre - law this late into the year was among your top five dumbest life choices . The overwhelming amount of coursework to catch up on had you shutting yourself away to study until daybreak most nights . Your weekends had been nothing but desperate attempts to catch up on sleep and doing enough chores to keep your room below hoarder status . You were very thankful that your friends had been so understanding and hadn't ditched you after weeks of turning down their offers to go out . Rina and Suyeon in particular were always down for group study sessions as a form of hanging out , even though Suyeon had actually started grad school at the start of the year .

You were definitely not a regular sight at any of the clubs popular with your peers , even before your drastic major change . Sure, you wanted to get laid just like everybody else , but the path to getting there in a club never appealed to you . You used to get lucky enough that you didn't think you needed a special venue to help you find a partner .

Of course , that changes when you add six additional credits to your courses in order to catch up to the rest of your year . No respectable law school is going to take an art history major seriously as an applicant .

With two vodka red bulls and something Yoojung called " Pink Drink " at the pre -game that tasted vaguely like cleaning fluids coursing through your veins , the night is already blurring into a haze before your eyes . You can see several of your more attractive classmates in the crowd , but despite how buzzed you already are , you aren't quite drunk enough to endure any embarrassment if they were to dodge your advances . They probably aren't drunk enough either , since everyone outside of the girls who came with you avoids your gaze when you catch them staring .

Except for her .

She is one of the prettiest girls you have ever seen . Her perfect doe eyes are framed by the pitch black waves of her hair . Her pink crop top and tight jeans perfectly suit her model - like figure . The lights of the club briefly reflect off of her pink lipgloss as she gives you a flirtatious smile .

The bumping , writhing crowd seems to almost perfectly part around her as she makes her way over to where you stand . Your legs suddenly feel like lead . Every romantic encounter and successful pick - up line leaves your brain . She's almost glowing in the colored strobe lights as she comes closer .

" Do you wanna dance? " She extends her perfectly manicured hand to you .

You take her hand and she pulls you with her into the crowd . Your nerves have you half - convinced she's just being friendly ; that she sensed your anxiety and is just being nice . You hear one of your friends yell something to you , but you're too focused on your new companion to pay much mind . The girl pulls you in close , her hands sliding behind your neck and onto your bare shoulders . Despite the proximity , you can't really hear what she says to you , so you just nod and follow the way her hips sway . You place your hands on the width of skin between the end of her top and the waist of her jeans . She gives you a grin , closing the remaining distance between your bodies .

It's either been three minutes or three hours since you two started dancing and you honestly couldn't tell the difference . It doesn't occur to you that your friends may be long gone now , having left you to hopefully get laid tonight . Nothing breaks you out of the trance you've been locked in until you feel the chill of the night on your skin . At some point , the two of you ended up outside . The goddess standing in front of you has you pressed to the cold , rough brick of the building's exterior . Her gloss - stained lips are kissing lazy lines on your neck . All you can feel is a growing warmth in your stomach .

The sudden halting of her soft lips on your skin draws you back to reality , as fuzzy as it may still be after a few drinks . Then again , it has been a few hours . Why did you feel so drunk when you haven't had another drink all night . . .

You find yourself surrounded by more women and not in a fun way . They look pissed off , but they seem only interested in your momentary lover . A sick feeling begins to replace the lust that had been growing through the night .

" Yuna , what did we say about taking someone alone tonight ? " A woman with flaming red hair chides .

" And what did we say about using a glamour like that ? You could have caused some serious damage to that girl . " Her ginger friend steps forward , almost putting herself between the two of you .

" I couldn't help it ! " The girl you now know is Yuna exclaims , "You can smell her , right ? What the hell else should I have done ? "

You're not paying attention to the quarrel as you try to quietly slip away . It seems to be between friends or even lovers, and not like it should be your business . You barely take two steps before one of the strangers grabs your arm with surprising strength .

" Oh you're going anywhere just yet . " Her gazes feels almost predatory as she looks you up and down .

" I'm sorry , I really didn't know she was um , already taken , " You offer sheepishly . A few of the other girls giggle .

" She really is right , " The ginger walks up to you and grabs a hold of your chin , forcing you to stare into her . . . red eyes . . . " You'll make a nice treat to have around the house . We haven't had a pet in a while . "

" We can keep her ? " Yuna sounds like she's talking about a stray puppy instead of a whole human being .

" We need to hurry , " The brunette one that had been hanging back most of the encounter finally speaks up , " They're about to do last call in there . "

" Wait ! " You shake your head and desperately try to pull away from the women keeping you in place as Yuna rushes to you , " Please ! I can't -"

She lays her hand on your cheek in an almost caring way as your world goes dark and your body goes limp .

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knightyoomyoui · 1 year ago

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ITZY Ryujin x M & F Reader - "Misa De Gallo"

This wasn't part of my plans at all, but since I was hugely inspired from listening to Ben&Ben's song "Bibingka" (give it a listen, it's a Filipino song but trust me, it's so good.) since it's Christmas, so I got to formulate a plot in my mind and give it an attempt to write it for another one-shot entry.

I originally wanted to add this on the TWICE x Reader one-shot book as a one-shot special but I already published the next entry on my line-up there few days ago so, I decided to instead place this here since I haven't get to update this book for a while now. And lastly, I picked Ryujin of ITZY to feature on this story because she's also another one of my biases from other groups aside from TWICE. Enjoy reading and Merry Christmas everybody!

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Ten minutes remained until the evening's last mass started. Before you explored, you parked your vehicle properly onto the vacant spot in the parking lot. As you entered the sacred area wearing your formal clothes of choice for attending a mass, you took in the cool, windy evening air that caressed your skin.

Looking around the sacred building and its surroundings, you saw a lot of people, probably less than the batch who were gathered an hour earlier, judging by the number of individuals who left and headed home as you showed up at your destination. That didn't seperated them for a difference that majority of them wears a smile in their faces, it is unknown whether what's going on through their minds but certainly for sure you knew that they're glad that they got to experience having a Misa De Gallo with their loved ones.

Misa De Gallo or Simbang Gabi if you will translate it in Tagalog, is a part of Filipino culture, mainly influenced from the Spanish during their time of colonization in the Philippines, through their intention of implementing and propagating the religion known as Catholic to the Filipino people.

As part of the religious beliefs ingrained in Filipino culture, it is believed that if you attend evening mass on all nine nights—the ninth being known as Misa De Gallo—your one special wish for the upcoming year will be fulfilled. Aside from your enthusiasm to pray to God to express your gratitude and requests for guidance in life, that is precisely your intention for coming to this church. Over the previous several years, you haven't had the opportunity to complete the Misa De Gallo because, either at first, you weren't interested, or after you and your family attempted to go, you established a premise that primarily links your decision to participate to the availability of your family.

However, you haven't been able to experience Misa De Gallo for a long time because of some personal circumstances that they have been going through for the past two years following the lessened strictness of the safety guidelines for COVID a year prior to that, allowing people to attend with more freedom and caution. Not until today.

Knowing that your siblings won't be able to start over again that automatically brought your parents also to remain and check upon them, you've decided to do it alone this time. You're left with no option but to finish the nine night masses by yourself.

Entering the chapel, you could convey how serene and bizarre it is to experience this all by yourself regardless of the fact that you're still being a little bit sleepy along with the people present inside since it was still quite early in the morning when the sun hasn't risen yet. The unexaggerated noises of the crowd sufficient to keep yourself quiet while waiting for the mass to be prepped up, the dazzling decorations around the chapel and the graceful ambience of the holy structure says it all. About almost half an hour later, the mass is ongoing. The priest starts to pronounce his first prayer after the insightful sermon he just recited to the devoted crowd. You tried to admire the view of all of the people politely listening to the wise words from the Bible with grace and when you were looking around, a side profile of a very intriguing woman drew your attention for a while. Throughout the remainder of the time, your eyes never left on the woman sitting beside you, mesmerized at how beautiful her appearance was. Her presence almost created this strange vibe as if the people around became blurry and the only ones that exists are you and her in the midst of the glimmering lights from the divine chapel.

You walked home, successfully finishing your first single night mass with a smile on your face, astounded by it while being curious at the same because of encountering that woman.

On the third night, you were looking for some available seat when you unbelievably spotted again the same woman that you met from the first two nights. Yesterday you have got to see her but unfortunately she was on the other row of the aisle rather.

Noticing that she doesn't have anyone with her yet, you made the initiation on taking the opportunity to sat beside her.

"Let us offer one another a sign of peace." The priest extends his hands to the air, giving the signal for the crowd to follow. Everybody exchanged short messages of "peace be with yous" to those they can set their eyes for. You looked at each your sides, and for the first time; the girl has captured your gaze. "Peace be with you." She bowed at you and flashed her cute grin. You couldn't help but to smile in delight too at how contagious her display was, along with your own words in return for her.

You walked home, successfully finishing your third single night mass with a smile on your face, uplifted by it while being intrigued at the same because of encountering that woman.

On the fourth night, they have once again sat at the same chair, almost got you into wondering if this has became a fate that was casted for you as an additional christmas gift sent from God herself to often meet this woman. You and her both noticed the empty space between them as it was brought by the mutual shyness, prompting you into surmising that she may have started to find it suspicious now too. You could just hope that she won't take it a wrong turn.

A mother with her child appeared on their row, and you had no choice but to adjust yourself closer to her. You didn't look at her to get her out of thinking you may have stalking her everyday, but in your surprise, the woman talked to you for the first time.

"Aren't you the same guy I've seated with from yesterday and the days before that?" You finally heard her voice. It suited her alluring and hypnotizing looks, kind of deep and sultry.

You inclined your head, giving her the look of acknowledgment. "O-oh yeah, wait a second. You do are right.", fakely amazed as you pointed the obvious. "Now it got me wondering the same too."

The girl laughed and my oh my it was so pleasant to hear. "This is beyond just a simple coincidence now, I should say. It's our fourth straight in a row meeting at this point.", she mentioned through her impressive English with a hint of that Korean accent that you have observed, putting you into another observance that she's probably a foreigner too. "I wouldn't be surprised now if we did get to make it happen again for tomorrow." You chuckled. The woman shared the same sentiment and nodded at you.

Through that, it started to provide you a wider sense of recognizing each other praying and listening together respectfully to the entirety of the mass. You walked home, successfully finishing your fourth single night mass with a smile on your face, contented by it while being lucky at the same because of finally accomplishing that you get to communicate with that woman. On the fifth night, they have sat again at the same spot and made a deal that they'll continue this through the remaining masses before Christmas. This also marked your first exchange of greetings with her too, adding a more wholesomeness to it.

As the Our Father (or commonly known as Ama Namin in Tagalog) prayer began, you felt an unusual damp of touch to your free hand. You looked to the side and your eyes widened, realizing that the girl took your hand in her own will.

Your fingers slowly curled and clamped on her grip and nervously sang with her. In your mind was thoughts running in imagination that the heavens might probably singing together with them as they witnessed this lovely spectacle.

Before you and her parted ways, they both decided that in order to make their interaction more comfortable and welcoming, they decided started to get to know each other more at the conclusion of the mass.

Being true to their words, they have indeed continued to do so on the following 6th, 7th, and 8th nights. They've done it through exchanging social media accounts, and it has come to your knowledge that her name is Shin Ryujin, sharing the same age as you in 22 years and she is half Korean and half Filipina from her mother's side.

There were other times that you have done a more daring and challenging attempt to get closer on her, taking the time when you escorted her on her house after she noticed that there's no transportation available due to the stampede and traffic outside the church.

"I-I can take you home if you want to." You offered, remembering that you have your own motorcycle with you. Fortunately, only motors can pass through in this not so tight traffic.

"Y-you sure, YN?" Ryujin checked. "It must be embarassing for me to-"

You interrupted her words, wanting her to feel not shy and guilty that she may have pressuring you to do this. "No, I swear I'm being absolute generous right now, Ryujin. You said that your parents may have been looking now for you, and we don't want them to keep waiting longer in worry, don't we?"

Ryujin sighed and tightlipped. She lowered her head, still a sign of shame atleast that she just had somebody she just newly met had to accommodate and adjust for her sake. "You don't have to do this but... if that's what you want then I won't be resisting much more." She slowly nodded and frowned. "Sure, I'll come with you."

You are thankful for her trust that you have earned, and you have no intentions to ruin and waste it. Quickly setting up your motorcycle, you let her sit first before you do like a true gentleman. Starting your engine, you gripped onto the handles and fixed your helmets properly first before rolling the wheels.

"Hold on to me if you want to so that you may not fall, okay?" You gave her one more tip before leaving the chapel together and finding an alternate way to pass through the traffic.

You were busy on keeping your sight on the road until your body was sent into shivers and beats of your heart almost chasing the speed of your driving when you unexpectedly felt that Ryujin's body is pressed on your back, with her arms wrapped around your waist.

Through her directions, you and her reached her safe haven as you discovered her place for the first time also. Parking in front of her house, you hopped out first so that you can help her also hop out from her seat.

Removing your helmets, she looked at you and bowed down in gratefulness. "Thank you so much for taking me home, YN. I really appreciated sparing me from out there." She felt touched at your kind act.

"No problem, I couldn't just let you there be alone and feeling lost, especially that you haven't been familiar yet around there." You said.

"Take care on your way home, okay?" She patted you in the shoulder. "I still need to see you tomorrow."

You blushed and laughed at her silliness and heartfelt favor. "I will, Ryujin. We will meet again, don't worry."

You and her gave waves of goodbye to each other before you ride your motorcycle and drove all the way now to your home. You then found out on the 8th night that the reason she said that was to treat you for some street foods after the mass as her way of expressing her appreciation more for your kindness.

They made it together at the very end. on the 9th and last night before Christmas arrives, Ryujin detected a glimpse of your uncomfortable and sullen demeanor. She sweared that she could atleast barely see you smiling genuinely through the whole length of the mass, and she hated how you're easily making her sympathy for you without having to know the story behind of it yet.

That's why she decided to ask it straightforward to you, especially that she did felt something's wrong based from your lack of focus to your surroundings. It got interrupted shortly when you invited her to try this famous Filipino delicacy during Christmas season known as Bibingka.

You bought each one for you and her. She didn't ate it yet because of it's too much hotness since it was freshly cooked. You did the same, and Ryujin didn't want to spend another time being uneasy at the silence developing between you and her so she poured her confidence to ask you.

"What's gotten into you? You seemed quiet tonight." Ryujin spoke out her observings. You looked at her with that pale expression. "Cmon don't be like that, we literally just finished all the nine night masses. Do you have a problem? You can share it to me if you want."

Ryujin passed the wrapped Bibingka on the plastic back and forth in her hands to endure its heat before trying to place it on her clothed lap. You sighed and looked at her in sorrow, feeling bad for making her worry. "I'm sorry, I just had this realization since earlier this morning."

"Care to tell?" Ryujin pardoned.

"Well, you just said that tonight's the last Misa De Gallo, and now we're about to greet Christmas later." You said in a melancholic tone. "Doesn't it mean that this might be one of our last or... i don't know, exactly the last time that we'll get to share a moment like this?

Because I must say, it has become awesome for me. So much that I didn't want to end it yet, with you."

Ryujin stares at you, allowing you to speak what's boggling through your heart and mind. She did smiled at your note that you're enjoying her company throughout these 9 nights of meeting her.

"I'm not just speaking it as from what I experience from all those nights I've spent on getting along with you, this is me being the guy whom you managed you steal my attention since the beginning." You said to her, not leaving your sight on her while you sincerely releasing all of the sensation she had caused that is lingering into your insides.

"I'm interested on you, Shin Ryujin."

Ryujin's eyes blinked rapidly, her mouth partly gaped and cheeks reddened on the spot when you declared your admiration for her. "I know it was a bit fast, that I only got to meet you for only less than 2 weeks, that's why I didn't fully recognized it already that I love you already or what, but I know i'll get there. I mean, it always comes to that way when you couldn't get to turn your eyes away at that one person right, and that is you for me, Ryujin."

Ryujin wheezed and scratched her forehead. She sighed and smiled at you. "And now you're trying to get through my feelings, I thought I wouldn't get to witness it at all, but now I did."

You gave her the opportunity to speak on her own behalf now, while albeit nervous at what she's going to say, brought by the fear that this may have cost your shortly built closeness with her.

However, it aged like a milk when her next words made you brought back everything you've thought it'll turn up to be.

"Funny how you just said it, so we're having similar impression stored within ourselves through all this time then?" She chuckled.

"Uhh can you elaborate for me?"

Ryujin knocked your head, making you rub your head at the stinging pain. "Idiot, I-I'm also interested with you too." she pouted and cutely hid her face away from you.

You stopped your movement as your senses malfunctioned after processing what you just heard from her. "H-huh what? You do?"

"Remember that first night? That's when I actually saw you for the first time." She recalled, revealing that she had already noticed you secretly too in the first night. "And I don't know why I can't contain myself to sneak glances at you. Then the second night came, I saw you again, there's a want in me that urged me to sit on you but sadly I couldn't. There's someone beside you already, so I went on to do some couple of watches on you again."

"And finally I got to do it when you sat near from me on the third night." Ryujin formed a satisfied curve on her lips before lightbulb popped in her mind, her face sprung wide and slowly turned towards you.

"Uhh what's with the look?"

"Aha! So that's why you did the first move to sit beside me huh!" She teasingly bumped you on the arm, smirking at your super ashamed state. "Very slick of you, YN."

"W-wait there was this mother and her son who wanted to sat with us o-okay? That why I adjusted myself!"

"But you were thinking of wanting to sit together with me too, don't you?"

You stammered before choosing to shut your mouth as Ryujin finally got you busted. She just laughed at your embarassed condition.

"That was funny... and very cute of you, YN." Ryujin gave a cheeky smile, making you blush intensely again. "Yeah, I'm not gonna make it longer and cheesier. I'm also interested in you, YN LN."

She laid her head on top of your shoulder and started to unwrap the Bibingka on her hand. "And I am giving you a chance to earn my heart more. I expect to see other things you can do for me, YN."

You respectfully took the opportunity she allowed to install on you wholeheartedly for the sake of the emerging love that has begun to develop from the first contact you had with her. "I'd be happy and honoured to introduce it all only for you, Ryujin. Thank you."

The two then happily continued eating bibingka together, with their anticipation for what's more to come between them arises.

1 year later, you and Ryujin attended another traditional Misa De Gallo but this time with their own respective families.

During the offering of peace led by the priest, they instead exchanged kisses to one another, a symbol of your successful and healthy 5 months of relationship with her.

But the most meaningful and unforgettable memory you will ever cherish is your hands holding tightly onto Ryujin's. Little did you know that the true and greatest christmas present you never thought you will be having last year aside from finishing Misa De Gallo without being alone, is her.

Through their desire of not wanting to let loose of their hands anymore after that very first Ama Namin and your intention to give her the Bibingka as a sign of claiming his destiny, they fortunately obtained what they deserved as it all manifested their wishes to come true in the end.

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hwangyeddeongie · 11 months ago

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I bet on losing dogs

a ryeji hunger games au

Ryujin always wins.

That was her motto, and everybody knew it. She always won a fight, and she would win the 74th Hunger Games too.

She had already lost the moment she set her eyes on Hwang Yeji.

playlist

1. i guess that’s the way things go

2. the night we met

3. secrets i have held in my heart

4. in the back of my mind, you died

5. we get what we deserve

6. two birds on a wire

7. forgive my northern attitude

8. aren’t you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?

9. the most dangerous thing is to love

10. what about the plans we made?

11. i don’t know what to do without you

✨ 12. i think i’ll miss you forever ✨

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kit-kat-katie · 2 years ago

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Bet On Me

A/N: This fic is definitely early, but I would like to work on that Finnick sequel fic and have it done before the fall semester starts, so this fic will be coming out now. Can't wait to listen to the Itzy album - there's already a lot of bops on that album, I know it. �� I also saw this picture and knew exactly what kind of fic I wanted to write.

TW: Ryujin is implied to be a street fighter or boxer, heavy descriptions of blood and injuries, descriptions of first aid and stitches, alcohol is consumed by both parties, plenty of cursing, and hurt and comfort in the literal sense.

Pairing: Ryujin x GN! Reader (romantic)

Summary: Ryujin has a unique habit of showing up your door in need of stitches and medical attention that you can barely provide. This time, however, a bottle of whiskey, the moonlight, and a sprained ankle help you move into the next phase of your relationship.

The moonlight shines gently on you, casting your body in a gentle glow that captivates Ryujin when she stumbles through your front door.

"Ryujin..." You trail off as you quickly stand up and approach the doorframe in preparation to catch Ryujin if she succumbs to her injuries.

"You look heavenly." She shifts her weight onto one foot, and you notice that her left foot is lifted slightly into the air.

"You look like you're about to see heaven." Your eyebrows furrow with worry as you gently take her arm and wrap it around your shoulder. "Is your ankle broken?"

"Sprained," She corrects you before leaning on you, "and it's sweet to see you so worried about me."

You bite your lip before shaking your head.

"Please tell me that the other boxer looks worse." You sigh as you try to navigate yourself and Ryujin towards the bathroom.

"Yujin couldn't even walk out of the ring." Her triumphant smile cause your worry to fade for a moment before she curses in pain.

You pause to shift the majority of Ryujin's weight onto yourself, and you hear her sigh in relief as she relaxes against your body.

"Don't pass out on me now." You mutter under your breath before taking the final steps towards the bathroom.

You set Ryujin on the counter before grabbing the plastic boot and a pile of bandages from your bathroom closest.

"Can you manage-"

"I'll be fine, Doc." She offers you a weak smile as you hand her the materials.

She takes off her black boot, and you nearly gag at the sight of the purple and black bruises around her ankle. She weakly laughs at your reaction before coughing into her arm.

"No blood?" You ask as she checks her arm.

"No blood."

"Thank goodness." You mutter as she laughs again.

You reach towards the bathroom cabinet and pull out your first aid kit along with a gallon-sized bag of bandages.

"I hate how prepared you are." She says as she wraps her ankle.

"I hate how easily you manage to injury yourself." You shoot back.

"Touche."

You close the toilet seat before setting the medical equipment on the toilet lid. You slip past Ryujin, and the skin contact of her hand on yours sends your mind spiraling into a romantic wonderland of endless possibilities.

Don't think about that until she's thinking clearly - her brain is still in adrenaline mode from the fight, and she's going to say something that she doesn't mean.

That's, at least, what you tell yourself every time Ryujin comes crashing into your apartment in the middle of the night.

An insomniac made by inconsistent night shifts, late night worries, and one too many cups of caffeine, you were always up at late hours. You knew your neighbor was one too, as you often would hear her leave in the evening and return in the earliest hours of the morning, but you were shocked to see her crashed against the outside of your door one night.

You had no medical training or first aid kits, but she was breathing, and when you tried to call an ambulance, she gently grabbed your arm and insisted on trying to get back to her place. You, of course, refused, and with the help of YouTube and Ryujin's guidance, you managed to patch her back up.

You steadily improved in your skills as Ryujin's injuries became worse. Your hand still shaked when you did stitches, but that was because of Ryujin's words and actions. She'd take your other hand and squeeze it or flirt with you until you dug the needle too far in her skin.

"Why don't you say these sweet things to me when you're not bleeding excessively, huh?" You said as you cleaned her wounds with a disinfectant.

"This is the only time I ever see you. Come swing around my place, and I'll happily tell you everything you want to hear and so much more." She coyly says before locking eyes with you.

You return to the bathroom with a bottle of cheap whiskey and two plastic glasses.

"You ran out of disinfectant?" Ryujin asks as she latches up the last velcro strap on her boot.

"I wonder why." You mumble before quickly taking the cap off the whiskey and pouring two glasses.

You offer her one before taking the other glass.

"Thanks," She says as you gently press your glas against hers, "but I prefer the more expensive stuff."

She takes a small swig as you down the glass that you filled.

"Rough night?"

"Yeah, I had someone I care about show up at my door with very substantial injuries." You brush past her again to grab the first aid kit, a few bandages, and a wash cloth that's hanging off of a nearby towel rack.

You discard your empty cup before dabbing the washcloth with alcohol. You set the bottle on the ground after putting the cap back on.

Ryujin's eyes never leave you as you stand back up.

"Can you, uh..." You vaguely gesture to her shirt.

"Take off my shirt?"

"No, I just need you to lift it up." You shyly look away as she lifts it up a few inches from her waist.

While trying not to stare in admiration, you work on disinfecting her wounds.

"Fuck," She mumbles before taking a sip of whiskey, "I'm sorry about this."

"Huh?"

You step away for a moment to grab three bandages.

"The only time I ever see you is when I'm hurt," She bites her lip as you swiftly apply the bandages, "and I feel like I'm bothering you."

The softness in her eyes and the genuineness of her words causes you to pause.

"You're not... a bother, Ryujin," You study her body for a moment before deciding to work on her arms next, "and I actually look forward to seeing you if that doesn't sound fucked-up."

"Not in the slightest."

You grab her arm as a comfortable silence surrounds you two. You feel a sense of domestic comfort, like you two were always met to meet like this.

Her eyes don't leave you for a moment, but you don't feel scrutinized or uncomfortable under her gaze.

When you make your way to her face, you pause as your eyes connect. The unspoken tension between you two comes unbelievable visible, and you're suddenly aware of your close proximity to Ryujin's face.

"You know, I'd kiss you if you didn't have a cut on your lip." You tease as you line up a small bandage on her lip.

"Damn, I would've kissed you anyway."

You don't hesitate to toss the bandage on the floor before placing a hand on her cheek. She pulls you close, and her lips melt against yours.

When you taste a familiar metallic sting on your lips, you quickly pull away before wiping off her lip and yours with a towelette from the first aid kit.

"That hurt," She touches her lip with her finger while stating at the blood, "but it was so fucking worth it."

You laugh before grabbing the bandaid from the floor.

"Ready to finish up?"

"Y'know," She finishes off her whiskey before tossing the cup in the bin, "I think another kiss would help me through the pain."

You indulge her, of course, again and again until you're both satisfied.

#fanfic #x reader #itzy #itzy x reader #itzy x you #itzy x yn #itzy imagines #itzy au #au #ryujin #ryujin x reader #ryujin x you #ryujin imagines #itzy scenarios #ryujin scenarios #ryujin au

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writers-ex · 2 years ago

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i do, do you?

a/n: hannie here!! back with another choose your itzy story but this time it’s your wedding day 🥺💍 it’s inspired by my girlfriend and i calling each other wife i thought why not do the same with two itzy members who their identities will be revealed when you pick an outfit later towards the end! enjoy a fluff and sweet drabble by me and stay safe midzy

warnings: i didn’t proof read this :’) <3

staring down the isle you can’t help but feel your heart race as you nervously clutch the bouquet of flowers. after so many months of dating and a year of talking you’re finally at the alter waiting for the love of your life to appear. with your family and friends now seated they give you excited and warm looks as meet their gaze. your maid of honor stands nearby smiling, she scoots closer to you to talk while you wait. “you’re quite the lucky bride, ready for tonight~?”

“shut up hannie! don’t make me more nervous than i already am!” yes it’s me who else would be there to support you during this big moment?! giggling she nudges you softly attempting to ease your nerves.

“alright alright i’m just stating facts…and that i want her to hurry up so we can eat some cake i’m starving.” whining she tugs your arm and pouts.

“i don’t even know if i’m ready to see her walk or not, should i go pee while there’s time? maybe i can go outside to get some fresh air and-“

your words are interrupted by the sound of the music being played by the speakers.

“SHE’S HERE PLACES EVERYONE!” standing to attention everyone in the audience turns around to face the doors slowly opening.

sweat falling down your back you feel your body snd heart stop as you turn your attention to the person coming toward the door. there in all her beauty is the love of your life, your soon to be wife walking down the aisle toward you standing at the alter. in awe of her beauty you don’t realize that she’s now standing beside you asking for your hand to begin saying your vows to one another.

“ready my love?” she whispers, “you look stunning by the way.”

wearing a suit 🎩

wearing a dress 💄

#hannie.txt #itzy fanfic #itzy ff #itzy x you #itzy x yn #itzy x reader #itzy x fem reader #itzy drabble #itzy #itzy imagine #itzy imagines #itzy fluff #itzy fluff ff #itzy au #gg imagines #gg drabble #gg x reader #gg

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ryeji-au-archive · 1 year ago

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▪︎ cooked beef samba: a catnapping story ▪︎

In which Ryujin is a werecat, Yeji's a mess and Chaer needs a very long, long nap.

#itzy socmed au #itzy au #ryeji au #yeji #ryujin #shin ryujin #hwang yeji

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panda-writes-kpop · 2 years ago

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What I Want

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! My accidental timing comes in handy once again - I've got a college AU fic just in time for me to go back to university. 🫶 I hope everyone's who has started school is having a great start to their semester/school year!

TW: None!

♡ Masterlist ♡

I know what I want, I know what I want

I know what, what, what I want (wish)

Yuna takes a deep breath as she clutches the flowers close to her chest.

You can do this, Yuna. What’s the worst they can do, reject you?

She visibly deflates at the thought, but Yuna shakes off the negative thoughts before walking over to you.

Why wouldn’t they adore you? You’re their best friend, and if things do go sour, they won’t hurt your feelings that bad. Besides, you’ll torture yourself if you don’t go through with this, so you might as well give it a shot!

You smile as Yuna approaches, and her heart melts as you push away the textbook in front of you in order to make room for Yuna to sit at your table in the library.

“Hey, how are you doing?” You ask as you type away at your computer.

“I… was wondering if I could have your attention for a moment.” Yuna says, and you look away from your computer.

“Go on, then.”

She hands you the flowers with a sweet grin on her face.

“I picked these out for you.”

You gasp as you gently take the flowers out of Yuna’s hand. Your hand briefly touches her, and Yuna nearly ascends from that small touch as you smell the flowers.

“They’re so pretty, Yuna, but it’s not my birthday or around Christmas time. What is this about?”

Yuna’s eyes widen as she tries to figure out a response.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date this Saturday. Just me and you. My parents own the drive-in theater in town, as you know, and they plan on showing this movie that you really wanted to see, so I thought I’d-”

You cut her off with your sweet laughter, and she blushes in response as you bite your lip.

“Yuna, I’d love to go on a date with you. Text me the time, and I’ll be there.” You check your watch, and your eyes widen in shock as you quickly close your computer. “I should be heading out since my class starts soon. Call me when you’re free this evening, alright?”

Yuna nods without saying a word as you pack up your things and leave the library in a hurry. She waits for you to leave before loudly squealing.

I did it! They agreed to go on a date with me!

A librarian comes over and shushes Yuna, who quickly apologizes before dreamily staring out of the window.

Getting what I want, Getting what I want

Gonna get, get what I want

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sadnightforus · 2 years ago

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THE FATED STARS (PJS) | SMAU

PROFILES: VICTIMS OF CAPITALISM

Park Jongseong harbors the biggest crush on one of the most popular girls on the campus, you. You, being dared by your friend group to tweet and made a boyfriend application, initially started out as a joke, thinking that no one would applied it. Upon the tweet going viral and many applications being sent in, he decided that he would shoot his shot, even if he doesn’t know a single shit about what is the sun, moon, rising in astronomy.

BACK TO MASTERLIST. | 7 DUCKLINGS.

JI Y/N: a proud libra, being mariah’s carey fan is her special trait, majors in literature because she likes to hear people being dramatic. obsessed with astrology. she gets flamed in the group chat most of the time for listening to drain gang. yeji’s roommate.

NINGNING/NING YIZHAO: the fashionista of the group. majors in fashion. her bad habit is always saying out of pocket things when drunk (something kazuha and karina deal with a lot, especially when they throw parties together). believes in manifestation and sometimes asks y/n to read her birth chart to see the year she will succeed. roommates with jimin and kazuha.

FAKE Y(A)EJI/HWANG YEJI: likes to tell people she’s yeji and not yaeji the korean-american artist but also would take no offense if she is mistaken as one. a hater to just about everything. majors in dance. listening to the most ear bleeding music is her speciality. y/n’s roommate.

KARINA/YOO JIMIN: calls herself Karina because it’s her Bible name. A hardcore Girl Generation’s defender and would go to war for Irene. Her enemies are in online form but she is very lovable in real life (that’s because she’s not hiding behind the screen to cuss people’s family out). Majors in communication, use that skill to argue. Roommate with Kazuha and Ningning.

NAKAMURA KAZUHA: a former ballerina who’s currently majoring in dance and met the whole group through yeji. a professional hater #2 as jiseok and ningning swear she has every blackmail material on her phone. is roommates with jimin and ningning.

GAON/KWAK JISEOK: 1/6 of xdinary heroes. y/n thinks his bandmates regret for picking up an anxious kid off the street and forcing them to join their holy band (actual story is he begged seungmin from vocal class to join because he is a fan of gunil and he can sing and play something a bit). zero dating experience and got rejected so many times that ningning and yeji made a mapping detective board of who has rejected him.

LEE JOOYEON: another xdinary heroes’ member. residential cool guy. people at his university who is a fan of his likes him even though he’s a clumsy Prince Charming (nicknamed by hyeonjun). always keep his calm and is very collected, although he often offers bad ideas for the group, sometimes for fun and other time, he’s serious about his idea. he exists without a thought (which y/n strives to be)

#kpop au #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #Jay park au #jongseong x reader #park jongseong x reader #enhypen smau #enha smau #jay park smau #enhypen jongseong #xdinary heroes au #aespa au #itzy au #le sserafim au

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strrykais · 7 months ago

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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ love (untold)

as complete total opposites you and hyunjin have been friends for as long as you both can remember. he has always been by your side whenever you called, he just wishes you would call to tell him you love him.

pairing: nerd!hyunjin x fem!reader

genres: social media au (smau), written, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, unrequited love, senior year (college), jealous bff (both ways) more to be added

extra: they have been friends for 14 years, hyunjin fell first and harder, hyunjin super geek, yn very popular, both are very touchy to each other, yn terrible taste in guys..

authors note: hey… THIS WILL BE A SHORT ONE (i hope)

status: finished

taglist: closed

1- shit bag to go

2- what moms are hot??

3- cliterferencing right now

4- enemies to lovers trope

5- teach me how to kiss

6- you fucked hyunjin??

7- i want him inside me

8- live tweeting before sex

- extras

hyunjins first time

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iceandhoney · 2 years ago

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" A Little Warmth " Series Masterlist

One night of bad luck introduces our dear reader to a world of creatures that should only exist in nightmares . . .

[ This series contains mature content including yandere elements and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18 ]

Pretty Woman [ OT5, but Yuna focused ]

A Strange First Kiss [Coming soon ]

#itzy x reader #itzy x fem reader #itzy fluff #itzy angst #itzy smut #poly itzy #itzy au #vampire itzy #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop x fem reader #iahnsfw

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elryuse · 4 months ago

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Pt. 3 About Him

BABEL'S CHAINS MASTERLIST : HERE

Wonyoung's Pov

A Breath Of Fresh Air

The warm sunlight bathed the pristine walkways of Babel University as I walked alongside my group. Yujin, our confident leader, led the conversation as usual, her sharp voice cutting through the air. Beside her, Gaeul and Liz giggled at something Rei had just said, while Leeseo scrolled on her phone, only half paying attention.

"Can you believe him?” Yujin scoffed, her expression one of disdain. “Bumping into Wonyoung like that and not even apologizing? It’s just pathetic. And Karina’s group didn’t even acknowledge it. They just walked off like they own the place.”

My heart tightened at the mention of him.

I knew who she was talking about—Y/n. The quiet scholarship student who had somehow, unintentionally, thrown my entire world into chaos.

“I mean, seriously,” Yujin continued, her arms crossing over her chest. “It’s one thing for some nobody to be clumsy, but for Aespa to not step in? Unacceptable.”

Gaeul nodded in agreement, her brows furrowing. “Karina and her group think they’re untouchable. Just because they’re gorgeous and rich doesn’t mean they can act like they’re above everyone else.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re just keeping him around for entertainment,” Rei added with a smirk. “Karina probably sees him as her newest plaything.”

Their words buzzed around me like static, but I barely registered them. My thoughts were somewhere else—on Y/n.

A Quiet Obsession

It had been a week since the incident. A week since Y/n had accidentally bumped into me in the crowded hallway, scattering my books across the floor. I’d been furious at first, glaring at him as he stumbled over his words, apologizing profusely.

But then… he had knelt down to pick up my books, his hands trembling slightly. His expression had been so earnest, so genuine.

“Sorry,” he’d said again, his voice soft and sincere. “I didn’t mean to…”

It was such a small moment, barely a blip in the chaos of Babel University, but for some reason, it had stuck with me.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

His quiet demeanor, the way he seemed so out of place among the arrogant and flashy students of Babel—it was intriguing. He wasn’t like the guys here, who spent their nights partying and their days bragging about their conquests. Y/n was… different.

Innocent.

Soft-spoken.

A breath of fresh air.

And that terrified me.

A Mask to Hide Behind

“Wonyoung?” Yujin’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.

I blinked, realizing the group had stopped walking. They were all looking at me expectantly.

“What?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

Yujin raised an eyebrow. “I said, what do you think about it? About him?”

My heart skipped a beat. “Who?”

“Y/n,” Yujin said, her tone laced with annoyance. “The guy who bumped into you. Or have you already forgotten?”

“Of course not,” I said quickly, forcing a nonchalant shrug. “He’s… just some random guy. Not worth talking about.”

Yujin smirked, clearly pleased with my response. “Exactly. He’s irrelevant. Let Karina’s group play with him if they want. It won’t end well for him anyway.”

The others laughed, and I forced myself to join in, even though my chest felt tight.

What was wrong with me? Why did I care about him so much?

A Moment Alone

Later that evening, I found myself sitting alone in the campus gardens. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the perfectly manicured hedges and fountains.

I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind. But no matter how hard I tried, Y/n’s face kept appearing in my thoughts.

I didn’t understand it. I barely knew him, yet there was something about him that drew me in. His innocence, his kindness—it was like a beacon in the darkness of Babel’s cutthroat world.

But I couldn’t let myself feel this way. I had a reputation to uphold. I was Jang Wonyoung, the princess of Babel University. I couldn’t let a scholarship student like Y/n derail my carefully constructed image.

And yet…

I found myself smiling at the memory of his awkward apology, the way his cheeks had flushed when he realized who I was.

“Maybe…” I whispered to myself, “just maybe…”

But I didn’t finish the thought.

The sound of footsteps approaching snapped me out of my reverie. I quickly composed myself, slipping my mask of indifference back on.

“Wonyoung,” Yujin called, her voice carrying across the garden. “What are you doing out here?”

“Nothing,” I said, standing up and brushing off my skirt. “Just enjoying the sunset.”

Yujin gave me a curious look but didn’t press further. “Come on. The others are waiting.”

I nodded, falling into step beside her. But as we walked away, I couldn’t help but glance back at the garden, my thoughts once again drifting to Y/n.

Y/n’s POV

The library was quieter than usual, the hum of whispers and the occasional rustling of papers filling the air. I sat across from Karina and Giselle, a project we’d been assigned in full swing. Despite the peaceful surroundings, my mind was elsewhere, wandering to the events of the day and the strange attention I’d been receiving since arriving at Babel.

“Y/n,” Giselle’s voice cut through my thoughts like a knife, “are you even paying attention?”

Before I could react, she snapped her fingers right in front of my eyes. I flinched, blinking rapidly as my focus returned to the table.

“Ah! Sorry!” I stammered, rubbing the back of my neck.

Giselle chuckled, her grin mischievous. “There you are. We’re supposed to be working on this together, remember?”

Karina, sitting beside her, let out a soft laugh as well, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Don’t be too hard on him, Giselle. He’s probably overwhelmed being in such prestigious company.”

I felt my face heat up at her teasing tone. “I’m not overwhelmed,” I muttered, looking down.

Karina smiled knowingly and slid a stack of papers toward me. “Here, this might help. And take this.” She handed me a sleek, expensive-looking pen.

“Thanks,” I murmured, taking the pen and quickly jotting down the notes they’d been discussing.

The atmosphere at the table was surprisingly light. Karina and Giselle seemed relaxed, chatting easily about the project and occasionally throwing in a teasing remark. For a moment, I almost felt comfortable.

But that moment didn’t last long.

Unwelcome Interruptions

The sound of heels clicking against the polished library floor drew my attention. I looked up just in time to see Yujin and Gaeul approaching our table, their expressions sharp and unyielding.

My heart sank.

“Here we go,” Giselle muttered under her breath, exchanging a glance with Karina.

“Y/n,” Yujin said, her tone clipped as she stopped beside the table. “We need to talk.”

“Now’s not really a good time,” Karina interjected, her voice cool and calm.

Yujin’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t address Karina. Instead, she focused on me. “You owe Wonyoung an apology,” she said bluntly.

I blinked, taken aback. “An apology? For what?”

“For bumping into her last week,” Gaeul added, crossing her arms. “And for not showing proper respect to her afterward.”

“Are you serious?” Giselle said, leaning back in her chair with an incredulous look. “It was an accident. Let it go.”

“It’s not your business, Giselle,” Yujin snapped, her gaze icy. “This is between him and us.”

Karina let out a low laugh, leaning forward slightly. “You’ve got some nerve barging in here and making demands.”

“Stay out of this, Karina,” Yujin said, her tone full of warning. “We’re not here for you.”

Caught in the Crossfire

I could feel the tension in the air thickening, like a storm about to break. My stomach churned as I glanced between the two groups, unsure of what to do or say.

“I… I didn’t mean to offend anyone,” I said finally, my voice hesitant.

“An apology isn’t just about meaning well,” Yujin shot back. “It’s about showing respect. Do you even understand who Wonyoung is?”

“Enough,” Karina said sharply, cutting Yujin off. “You don’t get to lecture him like he’s beneath you.”

“Because he is beneath us,” Gaeul said, her tone dripping with disdain.

My hands clenched into fists under the table, frustration bubbling up inside me. “I don’t think anyone’s beneath anyone,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “And I didn’t mean to bump into her. It was an accident.”

Yujin scoffed. “Accidents don’t excuse rudeness.”

“Rudeness?” Giselle said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re the ones barging in here and causing a scene.”

Gaeul ignored her, stepping closer to the table. “We’re not leaving until you apologize properly.”

“Then you’ll be here for a while,” Karina said coolly, folding her arms.

Unexpected Words

I felt trapped, my mind racing for a way to diffuse the situation. Just as I opened my mouth to say something, a new voice cut through the tension.

“Enough.”

We all turned to see Wonyoung standing a few feet away, her expression unreadable.

“Wonyoung?” Yujin said, surprised.

“Let it go,” Wonyoung said, her voice calm but firm. “He doesn’t need to apologize.”

“But—” Yujin began, only for Wonyoung to hold up a hand to silence her.

“It was an accident,” Wonyoung continued, her gaze briefly meeting mine before shifting away. “And I don’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

The room fell silent, the tension slowly dissipating as Wonyoung’s words sank in.

“Fine,” Yujin said reluctantly, though her glare made it clear she wasn’t happy about it. “Let’s go.”

With one last look at me, she turned and walked away, Gaeul following close behind.

Aftermath

As the door to the library closed behind them, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

“Well,” Giselle said, breaking the silence, “that was… dramatic.”

Karina chuckled, her smirk returning. “You’re handling the chaos of Babel better than I expected, Y/n.”

“Thanks, I guess,” I said, my voice shaky.

Karina’s smirk softened into a smile as she slid the papers back toward me. “Come on. Let’s finish this project.”

And just like that, the tension was gone, replaced by the comforting rhythm of work. But even as I focused on the task at hand, I couldn’t shake the image of Wonyoung standing there, her voice calm and commanding.

What was going on in this university?

The streets outside Babel University buzzed with life as I followed Karina toward her apartment. She’d insisted I come over to help cook for Winter, who was down with a nasty cold. It wasn’t exactly how I imagined ending my day, but I couldn’t refuse her request—especially after she mentioned she didn’t know how to cook.

“Do you cook often?” Karina asked, glancing at me with a curious smile as we walked.

“Not often, but I know the basics,” I replied. “Enough to get by.”

Karina nodded approvingly. “Good. Winter’s picky, but I’m sure she’ll appreciate a home-cooked meal.”

As we continued through the quiet streets, I noticed a small minimarket nestled between apartment complexes. “I’ll need to grab some groceries if we’re cooking,” I said, pointing to the store.

“Good idea,” Karina agreed. “I’ll wait outside.”

A Heated Argument

The minimarket was surprisingly empty, save for the faint hum of a fridge and a heated argument near the counter. As I moved toward the produce section, the sharp voice of a young woman caught my attention.

“What do you mean this store doesn’t accept black cards? Do you even know how much money I have on this card?”

The cashier, a middle-aged man, looked exasperated but stood his ground. “I’m sorry, lady, but we only accept cash. It’s store policy.”

“Aishh…” The girl groaned, rubbing her temples. “I don’t carry cash. And I’m thirsty as hell. Are you seriously telling me I can’t get this stupid bottle of water?”

I paused, watching the scene unfold. The girl was tall and striking, her dyed blonde hair tied in a messy bun. She wore a designer tracksuit, and the way she spoke made it clear she was used to getting her way.

The cashier shrugged. “I don’t make the rules.”

The girl sighed dramatically, muttering under her breath. She looked genuinely frustrated, and for some reason, I felt compelled to step in.

“Excuse me,” I said, walking up to the counter. “I can pay for it.”

She turned to me, her eyes wide with surprise. “Huh? No, you don’t have to do that.”

“It’s fine,” I insisted, already pulling out a few bills. “It’s just water.”

She hesitated, her pride warring with her obvious need for the drink. Finally, she relented, crossing her arms with a small huff. “Fine. But just this once.”

The cashier rang up the water, and I handed over the cash. The girl grabbed the bottle, taking a long sip before turning back to me.

An Unexpected Introduction

“Thanks,” she said, her voice softer now. “I was about to lose it back there.”

“No problem,” I replied, feeling a bit awkward under her intense gaze.

She straightened up and gave me a small bow, her expression shifting to something more genuine. “I’m Yuna. Thanks for helping me out.”

“Y/n,” I replied.

She tilted her head, studying me for a moment. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

“Uh, no. I’m a scholarship student at Babel,” I explained.

Her eyes widened slightly. “Babel? Huh. You don’t look like the type to survive there.”

I chuckled nervously. “Yeah, I’ve heard that a lot.”

“Well, Y/n,” she said, her tone turning playful, “I guess you’re alright. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

Before I could respond, she turned on her heel and sauntered out of the store, leaving me standing there in a daze.

Groceries and Questions

I quickly grabbed the ingredients I needed—some chicken, vegetables, and a few seasonings—and headed back outside, where Karina was waiting.

“What took you so long?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“There was… a situation,” I said vaguely, not sure how to explain the encounter with Yuna.

Karina gave me a knowing smile. “Let me guess. You got caught up helping someone again?”

“Maybe,” I admitted.

She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re too nice for your own good, Y/n.”

Cooking with Karina

Back at their apartment, I got to work in the small but well-equipped kitchen. Karina hovered nearby, watching curiously as I chopped vegetables and seasoned the chicken.

“You’re surprisingly good at this,” she remarked, leaning against the counter.

“Thanks,” I said, focusing on the task. “I had to learn a bit growing up.”

As the aroma of the food filled the apartment, Karina’s phone buzzed. She checked it and frowned.

“Winter’s asking if it’s ready yet,” she said with a sigh.

“Almost,” I replied, plating the food carefully.

When it was done, Karina helped me carry the dishes to Winter’s room. The sick girl looked up from her bed, her face lighting up at the sight of the meal.

“You actually cooked?” Winter asked, her voice hoarse but teasing.

“Don’t get used to it,” Karina shot back with a smirk. “It’s all thanks to Y/n.”

“Thanks, Y/n,” Winter said with a small smile.

As I sat down to eat with Karina and Giselle in the living room, my thoughts drifted back to Yuna. Something about her stuck with me, and I had a feeling our paths would cross again.

The warm glow of the apartment lights felt cozy as we finished the meal together. Winter, now looking much more energetic, leaned back against the cushions with a satisfied sigh.

“This was amazing,” she said, looking at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You’ve got some serious cooking skills, Y/n.”

“Thanks,” I replied, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly.

Out of nowhere, Winter leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on my cheek. My body froze, and I felt my face heat up instantly.

“Winter!” Karina and Giselle exclaimed simultaneously, their voices a mix of surprise and disbelief.

Winter just smirked, leaning back and crossing her arms confidently. “What? I can’t kiss the man who cooked this wonderful meal for me?”

I stammered, completely caught off guard, while Karina and Giselle exchanged an unspoken look. It was quick, but there was an undeniable tension in their gazes—something between annoyance and amusement.

“Don’t scare him off, Winter,” Giselle finally said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

“Scare him off?” Winter chuckled, making a funny face as she watched how red my face had become. “Come on, he’s fine. Look, he’s blushing like crazy!”

I sighed in defeat, shaking my head. “You’re impossible.”

Karina and Giselle burst into laughter, and Winter joined in, clearly enjoying the chaos she’d stirred up.

Where’s Ningning?

As the laughter settled, I glanced around the apartment. “By the way, where’s Ningning?” I asked.

“She had a family dinner tonight,” Karina explained, brushing her hair back casually. “Otherwise, she’d be here causing even more trouble.”

“Lucky me, I guess,” I said with a small smile, earning a playful nudge from Giselle.

“She’d probably make you cook for her too,” Giselle teased. “You’d never get out of here."

A Late Night Departure

After the meal, I insisted on helping clean up. Karina handed me a dish towel while Giselle worked on packing away leftovers. Winter sat on the couch, scrolling through her phone but occasionally tossing in snarky comments.

“You’re really something, Y/n,” Karina said as I scrubbed a plate. “Most guys wouldn’t bother helping.”

“I’m just doing what’s right,” I replied, trying to keep my focus on the task.

When the dishes were done and the living room tidied up, I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was getting late, and the thought of cycling home in the dark didn’t exactly thrill me.

“Well, I think I should head out,” I said, grabbing my jacket.

“What? Already?” Winter asked, pouting dramatically.

“You could stay a little longer,” Karina suggested, her voice light but her eyes almost hopeful.

“I’m pretty tired,” I admitted. “And I still have an early class tomorrow.”

The girls exchanged looks before reluctantly agreeing.

“Fine,” Giselle said, leaning against the counter. “But next time, you’re staying longer. No excuses.”

Winter made another funny face. “And cooking for all of us again.”

I laughed softly. “We’ll see.”

The Reluctant Goodbye

As I moved toward the door, Karina walked me out, her hands resting casually in her pockets.

“Thanks again for helping out tonight,” she said, her tone more sincere now. “It really means a lot.”

“Anytime,” I replied, smiling. “Take care of Winter. And yourself.”

She nodded, giving me a small wave as I stepped out into the cool night air. The city streets were quiet, save for the distant hum of cars. As I pedaled home, my mind replayed the events of the night.

Winter’s unexpected kiss, Karina’s subtle glances, and Giselle’s teasing comments all swirled in my thoughts. It felt like I was stepping into something I didn’t fully understand—something dangerous yet oddly enticing.

I shook my head, focusing on the road ahead. Whatever it was, I’d have to figure it out one step at a time.

To be continued

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