#kang seulgi stuff

[generation24]

슬기 ❀ Seulgi

강슬기 ❀ Kang Seulgi

© generation24

[sailorjisunq]

in my dreams, you love me back

[onceluvie]

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[thewritingrowlet]

The Heart-lifter, ft. Red Velvet Seulgi

tags: blowjob, anal teasing, first time anal

length: 10k

author's note: This fic was built on an idea sent by an anon, and this is a good opportunity to say that even though you can send ideas (complete with a plot or not), I decide whether I'll write it, and if I do end up writing it, I get to decide the way the plot progresses. I hope that won't discourage people from submitting their ideas.

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Seulgi lowers the bill of her cap as she eyes this convenience store for the perfect opportunity for a quick in-and-out snatch.

“Fuck, am I really doing this?” Different versions of this question have been running amuck in her head, and for a good reason, too: Seulgi used to be standing on stage with bright lights shining on her, but ever since her agency folded, she was forced to do things that she normally wouldn’t (i.e. stealing) just so that she can get her hands on most-needed daily essentials.

Seulgi’s heart races: what if she gets caught? What if the police get involved? What if— “Ah, fuck it, I don’t have any other options.” Her good conscience tries so hard to convince her that there are other options, but no matter how much it’s trying to make Seulgi stop, she simply won’t, and as she’s approaching the shop, she puts on a mask and zips up her jacket to conceal herself better.

Once she’s in, she takes a few laps around the shop and takes mental notes of where the desired items are: soju is in the glass fridge at the back, pads and soaps are on the shelves in a nearby aisle, and finally, makeup are on the shelves across in the same aisle. “Do I want snacks as well?” Seulgi tries to estimate the size of the items she wants since they will all need to fit around her body, inside the jacket that’s not too big to begin with. “Maybe I can fit a pack of Oreo or two,” she thinks.

She stands in front of the big fridge, and the way the glass door is showing her reflection makes her question herself once more. Seulgi’s eyes wander off her target and shift towards her feet. “Fuck, mama would be so sad if she knew about this.”

“Excuse me, miss,” a voice snaps her out of her trance, “I want to grab something, so can you please move a little?” Her first instinct is to say sorry and step back, but she manages to stop herself from speaking just in time. There’s a possibility that this woman might recognize her based on hearing her voice, so she simply nods and moves away from the fridge.

Seulgi takes a momentary shelter in an aisle that’s full of instant noodles. Her eyes happen to land on a pack of instant carbonara ramen that she loves. “I used to be able to afford boxes of this thing at once,” she thinks as she holds one in the air. She hears the fridge’s door closing and guesses that the woman is done grabbing whatever. “Alright, let’s not second-guess this.”

With renewed certainty, she makes her way back to the fridge and, without thinking twice, snatches a bottle of soju. After hiding it inside her jacket, she proceeds to go to another aisle to get some sanitary products. Seulgi has half a dozen items hidden underneath her jacket now, and as tempting as it is to get more stuff, she doesn’t want to risk it even further. “That’s it for now.” Seulgi fast-walks towards the exit, and as luck would have it, a bunch of other people are also about to exit, so if the alarms were to trip, no one would be able to point at her directly.

True enough, the shop’s alarms start blaring as soon as she walks out of the door, but she stays calm so that people won’t be too suspicious. Seulgi immediately makes a left turn into an alley, and that is when she starts running, hugging herself tightly as she does to prevent the stolen items from falling out. “C’mon, Kang Seulgi; you can make it home safely.”

-

“Thank you so much, miss,” you say as you take a cup of hot chocolate and a triangle kimbap from the server. “Of course, sir—come back again soon!” With a smile, you step away from the register and make your way towards the exit.

You take a sip from the paper cup, and your body immediately feels the warmth from the hot chocolate that serves as a salvation on this cold night. “Oh my God, that’s so good.” You set your hot chocolate on the hood of your car so that you can shift your attention to this warm triangle on your other hand.

“Alright, let’s see if their spicy tuna is actually spicy,” you say to yourself as you free the kimbap of its packaging. The taste of the first bite makes you let out a sigh of satisfaction; not only is the tuna filling properly spicy, but it’s also very flavorful. “I’m about to fucking bust from this,” you think.

You pull out your phone and take a picture of the café’s exterior— “Oh, I’m so sorry.” You turn around to see who just hit you. “Are you okay, miss?” You can’t see her face, but she gives you some rapid nods. You’re a little surprised when you see some soaps falling out of her jacket. “Let me grab that for you, miss.”

You bend down and pick up the soaps, but her hands are too busy hugging herself when you’re trying to hand them back. “C-can you put them in my front pockets, please?” You finally hear the woman’s voice. “Sure.” You lift the tabs that are covering her pockets and fill each pocket with a bar of soap.

“Here—" You hear a short static from your earpiece, thus interrupting your speech. “Unit 318, 10-40. 10-20, 102 South Boulevard. 10-21, complainant reports of a theft from the shop they’re working at. 10-12, await further information.” You keep your eyes on the woman as you wait for the rest of the call. “10-35, suspect is a female, wearing a brown jacket and a cap of similar color.”

The call finishes right as the woman begins walking away from you, but you manage to halt her by gripping her shoulder. “Not so fast, miss—wait a moment, please?” You lift the left side of your coat to talk into the radio hidden underneath it. “This is unit 318—10-4, will respond directly to South Boulevard.”

You pull her closer towards your car, and that is when you see that she’s shaking. “Are you cold, miss?” She simply shakes her head to your question, still not making eye contact with you. You’re quite confident that the call was about this woman who’s standing right in front of you, but obviously you can’t just arrest people based on gut feelings alone, so, “Miss, I have some questions for you, so please get in the car.”

With little resistance, the woman enters your car from the back door that you’re opening for her and takes a seat in the back of your police car. Once she’s seated comfortably, you sit on the driver’s seat and lock the doors. “Miss,” your voice is stern as intended, “will you please tell me your business, or do I need to take you back to the station first?” “D-do I not have t-the right to remain silent?” You nod as you turn on your siren. “Well, the station it is.”

You haven’t driven too far from the spot of arrest when the woman cracks. “O-officer,” she calls to you, “I-I give up—look, I-I’ll confess.” You make a quick stop on the side of the road. “Yes?” From the rear-view mirror, you see that the woman lets go of her jacket, and you see the pile of items hidden underneath it.

“I-I took some stuff from a convenience store.” You try to stay focused despite her curves that have been exposed to your eyes. “Those are daily necessities, aren’t they, miss?” She nods. “I-I don’t have money, sir, s-so I took them.” “You’re aware that it’s a crime, aren’t you?” She nods again. “P-please, officer, I-I need these things.” You sigh as you think about—wait, what is there to think about? It’s obvious that she has committed a crime. “Look, let’s get to the station first—we can talk more there.” “No, no, no—officer, please!”

You’re surprised to see that the woman has taken off her cap and mask. “Huh, I’ve seen you somewhere,” you mindlessly comment, “wait, you’re Kang Seulgi—you’re a celebrity, aren’t you?” The woman promptly breaks eye contact. “I-I was, officer; m-my agency went bankrupt.” “So, you had to shoplift to get stuff?” She nods. “I-I’m sorry, I-I should’ve known better.” You palm your forehead, oddly stressed about the fact that a celebrity (formerly, as she claims) has committed theft for such simple items.

“Can you keep a secret, Miss Kang, because I’m about to put my career on the line for you.” You’re a little startled when you feel her wrapping her arms around you from the back seat. “Of course I can, officer; I swear on everything that I’ll keep this between you and me.” You chuckle, and it might have come across as suspicious. “You don’t even know what I’m about to do, do you?” “W-well, that’s true,” she takes a moment to think, “y-you’re not going to rape me, are you, officer?” You’ve never heard something that absurd in your life before, especially in your career in the police force. “No, I’m not—are you out of your mind?”

You turn your head to the side so that you can see her in your peripheral vision. “We’re going to go back to the store and return those items,” you start, “after that, we’re going to go to another store, and I’ll buy you whatever you need.” Seulgi wraps her arms more tightly around you. “Yes, officer—thank you so much!”

You start driving again when Seulgi lets go of the hug. “I’m so fucking cooked,” you think, “can’t believe I’d see a celebrity shoplift.” “Officer,” you hear her say, “c-can I ask what your name is?” You nod. “Kang Hyunwoo, Criminal Investigation,” you briefly introduce yourself, “my family knows me better as Aiden, though; I’m of foreign descent, you see.” “We have the same last name?” You nod again. “That’s how it’s intended for us.”

-

Before long, you arrive at the store Seulgi stole from. “Wait here, okay?” You don’t wait for an answer and hop out of the car with the stolen goods in your hands. “Excuse me, excuse me,” you say as you make your way towards the front of the line. “Hello, my name is Kang Hyunwoo from the Metropolitan Police,” you introduce yourself to the staff, “I’m not too familiar with your system, but I’m here to return the stolen items.” The staff thanks you for your help and tries giving you a shopping voucher, but you politely decline. “Thank you, but that won’t be necessary,” you say.

 You quickly return to your car, and you’re glad to see that Seulgi didn’t drive away with your government-issued car. “You know, officer,” she says, “it was bold of you to leave a criminal alone in a running car—I could’ve driven away.” You chuckle. “I trust you more than I’d like to admit, Seulgi-yah.”

It is when you get in your seat that you realize that you might have been too friendly with her. “Anyway,” you clear your throat, “we still have some business at the station.” Seulgi’s face turns sour. “I-I thought you were going to buy me some stuff?” “Sorry, but that was a bait.” Seulgi gulps to swallow the anxiety that’s stuck in her throat. “C-can you just not let me go?” You shake your head. “I’m afraid not.”

“Daddy, please.”

You immediately turn your head towards her. “What did you just say?” “Please don’t turn me in, daddy,” she puts quite the emphasis on the name, thus making your jaw drop. “What the fuck are you talking about—why are you calling me that?” Seulgi takes off her jacket, thus exposing the tight-fit top that she’s wearing and showing you her perfect curves. “Give me a chance to change your mind, daddy—it’ll be worth your time, I swear.” “You’re not giving up your body to escape the law, are you?” Seulgi leans closer towards you, giving you a peek into her cleavage. “No, daddy; I’m giving up my body for you.”

“Goodness me,” you think. You’re oddly and seriously debating whether you’d turn a blind eye to crime in favor of sleeping with the criminal who happens to be a celebrity. “You’re dangerous, Miss Kang.” Seulgi shakes her head in protest. “Stop talking so formally, daddy; I’m yours for tonight, y’know.” You’re so unfocused that you press the ignition button again and shut off the running car. “Heh, I can tell when a guy is sold on an idea.” With red cheeks, you turn on the car again and immediately start driving. “We’re going to my place, baby.” “Oh, that’s exactly what I want, daddy—you’re going to take me to your place and fuck me until the sun rises again.”

-

“Wear your cap and jacket again, Seulgi-yah,” you’ve dropped the formality with her, “wouldn’t want to be seen running around with a cop, would you?” Seulgi looks at you blankly, making you confused. “Yes?” She shakes her head. “Nothing.” She puts on her identity concealment instruments as you’ve requested and follows you towards your apartment.

Seulgi quickly lets out a wow as she enters your apartment. “What a nice apartment.” You chuckle. “I’m sure a celebrity like you lives in a better place than this.” “I used to—not anymore, though,” she corrects you. “Fallen from grace, huh?” You say it with your back turned around, so you miss the way Seulgi’s face turns sour when she hears your words, only catching it when you look at her again.

You move to stand in front of her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that.” Seulgi shows you a pretty smile. “It’s okay; I got what you meant.” She tries to hug you but gets confused when she doesn’t feel the shape of your body, thus tapping your body to figure out what’s wrong. “There’s some equipment underneath my jacket, baby,” you let the name slip out. Seulgi chuckles. “Yeah, should’ve thought about that first.”

You step away from her so that you can take off your jacket, and when it’s off, Seulgi can see your handgun and a pair of handcuffs that you keep on each side of the shoulder holster. “Ah, so those were in the way,” she says, and you simply nod is response. “Let me sort this out first, and then I’ll come back to you, okay?”

You unload your firearm and put it in the safe along with the magazine after making sure there is no bullet in the chamber. After that, you hang your jacket and holster on the wall hooks behind the bedroom door.

“Alright, so, what now?” You invite Seulgi to sit on the sofa. “You’re here right now because you want to escape the law, and to do that, you want to offer your body to me,” you don’t bother sugarcoating your words. “You don’t have to be so crass, though,” she says in a sad tone. You slowly reach for her knee, placing your hand on it. “I’m sorry; I’ve never been good with words.”

Your heart jumps a little when Seulgi places her hand on yours. “I wish we could talk—y’know, about ourselves.” “I mean, we can,” you say, “I’m off-duty right now, so at the moment, this is your safe space, and you’re safe with me.” She lets out a chuckle. “Didn’t you try to arrest me just minutes ago?” You also let out a chuckle. “Well, that was Officer Kang Hyunwoo from the Metropolitan Police—at this moment, I’m just 32-year-old Kang Hyunwoo.” “Oh, you’re 32? My group’s leader is 33,” she says. You laugh. “I know—I mean, your group was famous.”

Joyfulness disappears from Seulgi’s face, and in turn, it disappears from yours as well. “Unnie would be so disappointed if she heard about this.”  “I wish you hadn’t tried all that, and I’m not saying this as a law enforcer.” “What was I supposed to do, though? Should have I just asked someone to buy stuff for me?” “Honestly, I would’ve bought those things for you.”

Your heartrate jumps again when Seulgi puts her head on your shoulder. “Will you date me?” Her question doesn’t help you calm down. “S-sorry?” “I promise I’ll be a good girl for you, oppa,” she pulls out a new endearment for you. You fight the hesitation in your head and wrap an arm around her shoulder. “I have no question that you’re a good girl, but don’t you think you deserve someone better?" “Are you not a good person, oppa?” “I think I’m alright—I’m not perfect, you know.” “We can’t chase perfection in this world, oppa, especially when it comes to falling in love.”

It doesn’t take too much to make up your mind. “So, girlfriend, hey?” Seulgi grins. “I mean, I could be yours if you’d let your guard down and let me enter your heart.” You take a few deep breaths as you get ready to say this sentence that your brain has come up with, and with every second passing, you can feel conviction filling your head rather rapidly.

“I love you.”

You’ve never been so nervous to say such a short sentence before.

“Say it again?”

“I love you, baby—I love you with all my heart.”

Seulgi lifts her head off your shoulder and looks at you in the eyes. “I love you too, oppa, and thank you for the sweet words.”

You hesitantly reach for her chin, hoping that she’ll let you kiss her. “I know what you want, oppa.” She slaps your hand away and comes in quickly for a kiss, and right now, all you can think about is how soft her lips are.

Seulgi finds your hand without looking and guides it towards her tits. “Touch me here,” she softly whispers, and you’re eager to do just that. The cream top she’s wearing is so soft to the touch, and combine that with her perfect-sized tits, it feels like you’re dreaming—never in your life have you ever thought about being able to do this with someone like her.

Having had enough of your lips, Seulgi breaks the tangle. “Oppa,” she calls to you, “promise me this isn’t a one-night thing.” You shake your head, but gesture alone isn’t enough for Seulgi as she demands a verbal answer. “No, baby, it’s not a one-night stand; I want to be with you until you’re sick of me.” She laughs. “I won’t get sick of you ever, oppa, so we’ll stay together forever.” You peck her on the lips. “I like the sound of that, baby.”

Seulgi moves to sit on your lap; her crotch is grinding right against yours but blocked by the pants that each of you are wearing. “You know,” she says, “you’re so fucking hot—so fucking manly.” You laugh internally, because what does she mean you’re “manly.” “You’re so fucking hot too, baby.” “Yeah, oppa?” You’re getting hard as Seulgi grinds her crotch against yours. “Shit, haven’t you looked at yourself in the mirror?” She smirks, satisfied with your answer. “I wonder how you’ll react when I’m naked, oppa.” “Then let’s find out, baby,” you whisper right into her ear.

As horny as you are, you don’t forget to ask for consent if you can take her to the bedroom, and only after she says yes that you lift her by her thighs and make your way there. “Do you sleep with girls often, oppa?” You shake your head. “I haven’t gotten in a relationship in years, actually.” “You must have a huge load for me, huh?” “You know it, baby.”

You take a seat on the edge of the bed with Seulgi on your lap. “Hey, baby,” your tone is relaxed and soft, “look, before we start—” She interrupts you by placing a finger on your lips. “I consent, I want to be with you, and I love you.” You chuckle. “Well, that will do the trick.”

Seulgi lets her jacket fall onto the floor, and only now that you can see her curves properly. “My fucking God,” you exclaim, “fuck, I wish I had the words for this.” “I’m not even naked yet.” “Yeah, well, what are you waiting for?” She slaps your chest lightly. “I’m waiting for you to shut up.”

Your jaw drops when Seulgi takes off her top; her tummy looks so firm, her tits that are covered in black tight bra look so soft and full, and her neck looks like the perfect spot for hickeys. “God damn,” you wipe the drool off your lips, “aren’t you God’s most perfect creation.” She slaps you in the chest again. “Normally, I wouldn’t tolerate someone talking about me like that, but you’re my exception tonight.” Your eyes that have been roaming wildly all over her body shift to meet hers. “Just tonight? I thought we wanted to keep seeing each other?” “Well, actually,” she puts up a finger, “whether we can see each other again will depend on your, erm, performance.”

You have Seulgi sit on the bed so that you can undress. “My performance, huh?” You can see a mix of excitement and nervousness in her face. “I’ll show you.” You quickly get rid of your clothes, thus allowing Seulgi to have a look at the excellent physique you’ve maintained for God-knows-how-long. “Goodness me,” she bites her bottom lip sexily, “so that’s what you’ve been hiding from me.”

Seulgi stands closely in front of you and places her hands on your shoulders. “May I?” You express your consent with a nod, and that is when she begins running her hands all over your torso. “Do these girls know that you’re this sexy, because they’re missing out big time.” You chuckle. “I’m the sole reason that I’m not in a relationship—those women out there have nothing to do with it.” “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.”

Seulgi’s eyes land on your cock. “Oh, speaking of big,” she reaches for the half-erect, half-limp shaft that’s dangling between your legs. “Say, how many girls have you torn in half with this, oppa, hm?” You laugh as your ego inflates. “You’d be the second.” It’s Seulgi’s turn to laugh. “You’re underestimating me if you think that I won’t be able to take you.”

Your heart beats faster when Seulgi kneels in front of you while her hands are still wrapped around your cock. “Oh, this will be a tight fit,” she comments. Before taking you in her mouth, she stretches her mouth first, making these funny expressions as she does. She catches you grinning and hits you on the thigh. “Don’t.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I know that face—that’s the I-can’t-wait-to-fuck-this-girl face.” You shrug. “I mean, can you blame me?”

Seulgi doesn’t answer your question with words and instead parts her mouth to let your cock in, and the first contact makes your knees weak. “Oh, God, baby,” you’re running out of breath already. You gasp sharply when more of your shaft enters her mouth, and it’s getting really difficult to stay upright. You feel her soft hands on your thighs as she fights her gag reflex to get as much of your length in her mouth as she can.

The gurgling sound that enters your ears when Seulgi removes you from her mouth is nasty but arousing. “D-did you like that, daddy?” You nod feebly. “You want to fuck my face, or no?” You take a few deep breaths to collect yourself. “No, baby; I don’t want to do it rough on our first date.” Seulgi shows you this gorgeous combination of lip and eye smile that you’re seeing for the first time tonight. “That’s sweet of you.”

You pull her onto her feet and invite her to lie in bed with you. “Can I ask how many guys have been rough with you?” “One,” she says. “I hope it wasn’t on your first date.” She smiles a little. “It was, but not on the first round.” You stay silent as your eyes are locked with hers. “What’s wrong, oppa?” The smile on your face is a gentle one. “I just can’t see myself going hard on you, baby; I feel like you deserve soft sex all the time.”

Seulgi rubs your face gently. “That’s sweet, but you have nothing to worry about; I can take whatever you send my way.” “Vanilla is what I’m sending your way tonight, baby.” Seulgi chuckles, and the way it hits your face makes you shiver. “You’re going to make me cry if you keep talking like that.” You place a hand on her cheek and rub it with your thumb. “I swear on everything I have, baby, that you’ll be crying for all the right reasons with me.”

“I’ll hold you to that, my love.”

With a warm heart, you pull her into a kiss, and you wholeheartedly hope that Seulgi can feel the tender love you have for her.

“Take me, love; make me yours,” she whispers softly. You roll over so that you’re on top of her. “Your pants are in the way,” you crack a little joke, and you’re successful in making her laugh. “Do something about it, please—pretty please?” “Oh, you’re pretty, alright.”

You move backwards a bit until her crotch is right in front of your face. “May I?” “Yes, you may.” You unlatch the metal button of her pants and undo the zipper. You then continue to drag her pants down her legs until they’re properly off. Seulgi also cooperates by taking off her panties—that has a wet spot in the center—herself.

You give her pussy a little peck (thus earning a cute little moan) before returning to your previous position on top of her. “Show me how much you love me.” You peck her on the lips once. “Gladly, baby.”

With your cock in one hand, you guide yourself to enter her warm pussy, and Seulgi immediately lets out a long moan because of the first contact. “You make me feel like this is my first time, oppa.” “With me, this is your first time, and I’ll be your last because you’re not leaving me ever.” “Are you that sure about us?” “Yes, baby, so God help me.”

You see that Seulgi’s dams are threatening to burst, so before it does, you distract her by pushing your cock deep into her. “I’ll be the best girlfriend for you, oppa—no one else deserves me like you do.” You silence her with a soft shush. “Let’s focus on us right now, baby.”

Seulgi holds you tightly, locking you in place close to her but still gives you enough space to keep moving your hips. She wants to express how safe and loved she feels in your arms, but her lips are busy moaning. “I know you can’t hear me, but I love you,” her heart says. “I know you can’t hear me, but I want to be with you for a long, long time.” A particularly deep thrust disrupts her train of thoughts, making her hide her face in the crook of your neck. “I love you, Kang Hyunwoo—I love you so much.”

At one point in her life, Seulgi heard that the heart controls the mind, and the mind controls the body. Right now, all her heart wants is to show you just how much she appreciates you—how much she appreciates this new relationship that she’s building with you. Without too much convincing, her mind agrees with the idea and, in turn, signals to her body that she’s highly enjoying this hot sensuality you’re offering her.

“L-love,” she calls to you, “I-I won’t last long.” “That’s fine, baby.” Your deep voice in which your reply is said sends goosebumps all over her body. “I don’t want you to last too long anyway,” she hears you say. “Y-you don’t?” Seulgi feels a sudden peck on her lips. “You finishing early would mean that you could feel my love, and that’s what I’m aiming for right now.”

Seulgi’s moans become more frequent as she inches closer to the checkered line. “Love me, oppa—love me, love me,” she chants into your ears. She gets ecstatic when the pace of your thrusts grows faster. “Yes, just like that, oppa.”

“Can you feel that?”

"Damn right I can.”

“Then give it to me, oppa; I deserve it.”

“Oh, yes, you do.”

Seulgi is the first one to crack, announcing her orgasm with a scream from the top of her lungs. “Oh, what an amazing girl,” you praise her while petting her head gently. “You’re such an amazing girl, aren’t you, baby?” She keeps squirming around in your arms as she rides the high of orgasm, moaning freely as she does.

You keep whispering sweet words as you wait for her to calm down, and finally, after what felt like forever, she’s now able to speak coherently again. “I-I love you,” she’s out of breath now, “I-I want no one else but you.” You spray kisses all over her sweaty face. “I love you more, baby.” Seulgi giggles a little. “Y-you’ll give me your load if you really love me.” “One second, baby; let’s calm down first.”

Soon, Seulgi signals that she’s ready to help you get to the finish line and asks that you resume your thrusts. “Don’t forget to cum inside, love.” Initially, you hesitate, but she repeats the line, and it’s clear that you have no other option. “As you wish, baby.”

Apparently, you were only a few pumps away from orgasm, thus busting deep into her after a handful of them. “Oh, fuck, that’s so warm.” You hit her cheek very, very gently. “No profanity during vanilla, please.” “S-sorry, b-but you’re so warm in me, love.” You kiss her fleetingly. “That’s just how much I love you.”

-

“The court hereby orders the defendant to pay 200.000 in fine and do 10 hours of community service.” The judge slams her hammer on the round pad repeatedly, thus officially passing the sentence for Seulgi’s crime that thankfully has been deemed as minor after considering the severity of it and her previously clean record. “The officer may escort the defendant out of the courtroom.”

You make your way towards your girlfriend as she stands up and place a hand on her cuffs. “Time to go, miss,” you whisper. Seulgi simply nods and starts walking to wherever you’re taking her.

You see that there’s an empty room on the first floor of the courthouse, so you open the door and enter with Seulgi. You take your hat off and put it on the table while she takes a seat on one of the available chairs. “Love, I can’t pay that,” you can already hear the anxiety and fear in her voice, “shit, had I had money, I wouldn’t have stolen.”

There’s no CCTV in this room, but there are see-through glass panes on the wall to your right, so you can’t touch her no matter how much you want to.

“I have money, baby.” You’re sure that Seulgi understands what you’re talking about.

“B-but I can’t do that.”

“You either take my money or go to jail for failing to pay—the choice is yours.”

It doesn’t take long for Seulgi to make up her mind.

“Erm, I-I’ll take your money; I don’t think I have other options.”

Now that the two of you have come to an agreement, you ask Seulgi to stand up again so that you can take her to the bank to pay her fine. You maintain character from the moment you exit the little meeting room until you’re hidden in the privacy of the police Sonata you’re assigned to.

“So, here’s the game plan, baby,” you start, “I will give you this card, and you’ll withdraw 200.000 and use it to pay the fine.” You don’t see her reaching out a hand, and that is when you remember that her hands are still cuffed behind her back. “Oh, I forgot about that—I’ll let you go when we get to the bank, okay?” Seulgi laughs. “I was starting to think that you had a bondage kink.” You look away to hide your smirk. “Maybe we’ll find out soon.”

-

After a short drive, you arrive at the bank with Seulgi.

You look at her through the rear-view mirror; with her wrists restrained behind her back, you have unrestricted view of her plump tits that you love so much. “I know you’re looking at my tits, you pervert,” she calls you out and sticks out her tongue in playful mockery. “You know I can’t keep my hands off the cookie jar.”

You get out of the car and open Seulgi’s door—wait, why does she look weak?

“You alright?”

She shakes her head, and you can’t help but scratch your head in confusion.

“I need some vitamin D, and I’m not talking about the substance.”

“Then let’s go in there, pay this God damn fine, and go home, hm?”

“I can’t,” she shifts a little to show you her bound wrists, “daddy is tying me down.”

You pinch her on the thigh.

“Let’s not play around too much right now, Miss Kang.”

After freeing Seulgi from the cuffs, you hand her your card and head inside, and you almost forgot that you can’t be seen holding hands with her while you're in uniform.

“Good afternoon,” Seulgi greets the staff member, “my name is Kang Seulgi, and I’m here to pay a fine.” The staff asks Seulgi about some things to confirm her identity and the sum that needs to be paid, and after everything is verified, Seulgi hands your card to the staff so that the payment can be processed. After a brief moment, “The payment has been verified, and this is your receipt.” From where you’re standing, you notice the way Seulgi’s body relaxes as she takes the receipt and card from the staff. “Thank you.”

Seulgi sighs deeply in relief and offers her wrists to be cuffed again, but at this point, it’s no longer necessary—in fact, it hasn’t been necessary since you left the courthouse, but she doesn’t know that. “You’re free to go, Miss Kang,” you say, back in character. “Oh, really? Is that it?” You nod. “Aside from the community service, you are now a free woman.”

Seulgi asks you to follow her outside, and it appears that she wants to get back in the car for some privacy.

“Love,” she calls to you from the back seat, “thank you for everything, seriously.” You smile gently. “Of course, baby; now promise me that you won’t steal again, okay? Come to me whenever you need anything, and I mean anything.”

Your heart is promptly filled with warmth when she hugs you from behind. “Never thought I’d date a cop, but here I am.” You chuckle. “I bet you thought that you’d end up with some rich guy.” “No,” she denies, “those guys are fake; they probably just want my money or my body.” “I mean, you do have a body that guys would kill just to have a chance to lay with you.” “Yeah, well, they’re not getting me ever—I’m yours now, remember?”

-

Usually, you have nothing to be excited about or look forward to when you get home after a shift, but now that you have Seulgi living with you full time, you’re always excited to go home, and it is no different today.

The way your heart is beating with excitement has your finger trembling as you enter the passcode to your apartment, and when you open the door, you’re instantly met with your girlfriend who has the beautiful grin and eye smile that you adore so much.

“Welcome home, love!” Seulgi greets you with open arms, and you waste little time to fill the space between them. “How was your day?” You let out a deep sigh to show how tired you are. “It was pretty exhausting, actually; I had to train shooting and worked out after that.” Seulgi turns her head to the side and gestures at the kitchen. “I may have some food for you.”

Seulgi drags you towards the dining table, thus showing you the table that has two bowls of tteokbokki on it. Based on how it’s presented, you estimate that she must’ve cooked this herself. “Oh my, thanks a lot, baby.” She gets on her tippy toes to peck you on the forehead. “Thank you for coming home—your timing was perfect, by the way.” “I’ve heard that before in my life.”

Seulgi pulls back a chair for you to sit on. “Let’s eat quickly, love, and then we’ll talk.” Your heart rate spikes for a moment. “Am I in trouble?” She shrugs. “I don’t know—are you?” “I don’t think so, but maybe I’ve missed something.”

You stare blankly at the bowl in front of you as you try to figure out if you’ve done anything wrong. Currently, there are two things in your head that might be the reason why she’s unhappy: you forgot to buy some eggs and instant noodles that she had asked for yesterday, and on the following morning, you rejected her offer to do a quick one.

Seulgi saves you from drowning in your own thoughts by placing her hands on yours. “Hey, now,” her voice is so soft, “I was just playing, love; you’re not actually in trouble. “I’ll buy you those eggs after this,” you blurt, and the suddenness of it makes your girlfriend burst out laughing. “Oh, don’t worry about them.”

She picks up a piece of tteokbokki with her chopsticks and invites you to do the same, so you do just that. There’s a bit of unease in the back of your mind that leads you to scratching your nape. “Thank you,” are the first words that leave your lips, and those are enough to make Seulgi smile. “You’re welcome, love,” she replies.

Like a cat, you shake your head rather violently to get rid of unnecessary thoughts in your head, and with renewed focus, you’re ready to take a bite of tteokbokki that you already know will blow your socks off. “Oh, I really like this, baby; this is really good,” you praise the fruit of her work. Seulgi blushes a little. “You always say that to everything I cook for you.” “You know how easy it is to please me—give me anything edible and I’ll say it’s good.” “But not eggplant.” “Anything but eggplant, yes.”

-

Seulgi says she wants to get a shower before going to bed, so after washing dishes with you, she makes her way towards the bathroom. “Join me,” she says as she jogs towards her destination. “Gladly.” You take the chance to undress yourself and put your equipment away while she’s off doing her business in the bathroom.

The door to the bathroom isn’t shut all the way, so you simply push it open, and that is when you see Seulgi standing under the shower, water flowing freely on her curves from top to bottom. After stopping the flow of water, she makes a “come here” gesture at you, and you waste little time to get close to her. “My, aren’t you God’s most perfect creation,” she recites your words from the first meeting. “Is it safe to say that we’re going to completely spend our batteries tonight and wake up late tomorrow?” Seulgi laughs. “You rejected me yesterday, didn’t you, love?” You answer in the form of a nod. “So, this is your chance to make things right with me, and you may start now.”

You take a few steps forward, thus making Seulgi step backwards until she’s pressed against the wall. “Vanilla, baby?” “No, daddy.” The name makes it obvious what she wants from you. “Safe word?” “Teddy.” You reject her choice because it sounds too similar to the kinky name. “Cookie, then.”

After agreeing on the choice of safe word, you quickly lean in for a kiss to kick things off, and as usual, Seulgi places her hands on your shoulders. “Tell me, daddy—what’s in that head of yours?” It’s a habit between the two of you to share each other’s plans before the actual sex to make sure you and her are on the same page. “Tell me your ideas first, baby.” Seulgi puts a finger on her chin. “Hmm, let’s see,” you can see the gears in her head spinning, “what about locking my wrists together, daddy?” You’re immediately sold on the idea. “Let’s do it, then.”

Seulgi gets down on her knees. “First, feed me your cock, daddy.” You hold your cock in one hand. “Choo-choo, the meat train is coming through.” Seulgi, who initially had her mouth open to take your cock, bursts out laughing. “Meat train? Really?” You pout a little. “Just play along, please.” “You’re so funny sometimes, daddy.”

“Only some—oh, God, fuck.”

You let out a profanity when Seulgi suddenly puts your cock in her mouth. “Oh, God, that never gets old.” You try your hardest to breathe at a normal pace as she begins moving her head along your length, and this is where you start regretting your decision to reject her offer to have sex yesterday. “Are you trying to make me pay for saying no, baby?” You grit your teeth in pain when she bites your cock slightly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You notice that she’s starting to pick up the pace, so you put a hand on the back of her head to prevent her from hitting the wall. “Relax, baby; you’re going to make me bust if you don’t slow down.” She doesn’t listen to you and keeps the fast pace—at least that’s the case until the tip of your cock hits an odd spot in her throat, thus making her gag. As soon as you pull out of her mouth, Seulgi begins coughing violently. “You’re okay, baby,” you say repeatedly while petting her head softly.

“100 days together and I still can’t take you deep,” she says, seemingly disappointed in herself. “That’s okay; I’m not mad or anything like that,” you assure her, but it appears that she doesn’t want to hear it. “That doesn’t mean that I get to slack off,” she argues. You deny her attempt at taking you in her mouth for the second time by gripping her hair. “No, no, no, let’s have a timeout first.”

You leave Seulgi seated on the bathroom floor to get a towel to dry her body with. “You want to move, don’t you, daddy?” You nod. “You’re my girlfriend, so let me treat you the way you deserve to be treated.” Seulgi rarely blushes, but this is one of those times where she feels like she can’t help it. “Am I lucky to have you, daddy, or are you lucky to have me?” The question sounds like a test, but you still answer properly from the bottom of your heart. “From my perspective, it’s me that’s so lucky to have you. If you think that you’re lucky to have me, then that’s a huge honor for me.”

You sit in the center of the bed with Seulgi still in your arms and are ready to have sex, but it changes when she begins tearing up. “Are you okay, baby?” She fans her face with her hands to get herself together. “Oh, don’t worry; these are tears of joy.” You’re glad that your nails aren’t long because you’re now able to wipe her tears without worrying about scratching her. “I promised you that you’ll be crying for the right reasons, didn’t I, baby?”

“I-I don’t know if I can continue, daddy—I’m sorry,” she’s still unable to stop crying. You chuckle. “Tell me how I’m supposed to be rough with a softie like you, baby, hm?” “Well, y-you’re supposed to be mean and dominant.” “I can’t be mean to you, can I, my love?” The way you say the last two words must’ve triggered something in her heart, because her cries grow louder than before. “Oh, I’m so sorry—look, I’ll get you some ice cream, okay?”

You rush to the kitchen quickly to get a cup of strawberry ice cream for her, and when you return to the bedroom, Seulgi is curled up in the middle of the bed. “Seulgi-yah, my love,” you tap her thigh to get her attention, “do you want some?” “Y-yes.” Once she’s seated, you move to sit behind her and have her lean against your body. “Look at this, baby,” you open the lid for her, “it looks so tasty, don’t you think?” “A-and soft like me,” she adds.

You take a spoonful of ice cream and guide it to her waiting mouth, repeating it a few more times until Seulgi says stop. “You know,” she says, “I remember overhearing a guy talk about how he fantasized about fucking me hard like a cheap slut.” Your brain starts getting filled with anger, because what the fuck kind of fantasy is that. “Really?” She nods. “H-he said he’d tie me down and fuck my ass.” “I don’t mean to prod too much, but have you taken a penis in your ass?” Seulgi shakes her head. “I’m naughty but not that naughty.”

You feed her another spoonful of ice cream as you think about her words. “Can I ask who this guy was and how you overheard him?” “H-he was, erm, a fellow trainee, a-and I happened to be walking past a room he was in when he said it out loud.” You’re very baffled; if he was a fellow trainee, that means that he was around Seulgi’s age, and for someone that young to have that sort of fantasy sounds nasty. “He didn’t debut, did he, because there are many male celebrities from your old label.” Seulgi shakes her head again. “He didn’t make the final debut lineup.” Hearing her answer makes you let out the biggest sigh of relief in your recent memory.

You have a few sentences in your head that you hope will convince Seulgi that you’re not that type of person, but after the first sentence leaves your lips, she won’t let you continue. “I can tell from day one what type of person you are behind your façade.” You scratch your head in confusion. “Am I that easy to read?” She chuckles. “I’ll say that your book was a bit open.”

The ice cream has run out, but thankfully, Seulgi is no longer crying. You put the small wooden spoon in the empty cup and put them on the bedside table. “I hope I helped you feel better,” you say. “I mean, I wasn’t sad necessarily, but you did help a lot.” She moves to sit on your lap after freeing herself from your arms.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Seulgi grins, satisfied with your quick answer. “Are you down to make some promises?” “Let’s do it.”

Seulgi asks you to go first, so you say the first thing that comes up in your head. “Promise me that you won’t leave me when you’ve got back on your feet.” “Excuse me?” You sigh deeply. “You met me when you were in a rough spot, and I sincerely hope that you won’t leave me when… you know, you’re in a better situation—maybe when you get a job or something like that.” She holds your face with her soft hands. “No, I will never do you like that—I’m here right now because of you, love.” “So, you promise?” She nods rapidly to show seriousness, and seeing it warms your heart. “Thank you, baby.”

Seulgi looks away momentarily. “I had something in my head, but you threw me off.” You stay silent to see if she manages to find something for you. “Okay, how about this,” she says, “promise me that you’ll propose to me and make me yours.” Your eyebrows rise involuntarily. “Propose to you? Are you that sure—” “Yes,” she interrupts you before you can finish your sentence. “You’re law enforcement, so what better way is there for us other than to formalize our relationship in the eyes of the law?” The phrasing makes you want to laugh, but your brain manages to stifle you from actually laughing, citing inappropriate timing. With that, your response is, “We’ll work on it, love.”

Seulgi quickly shifts to get on her knees in front of you. “Fuck everyone else; I’m the only one for you, and you’re the only one for me.” You rub her cheek gently. “What are you talking about, love?” Instead of answering your question, she repeats her line. “Love, seriously, what are you talking about?” “My ex,” her answer is a short one. “Why are you thinking about him?” She looks at you dead in the eyes, and you swear there is smoke coming out of her ears. “I’m not—if anything, I wish I could erase him from my memory.”

You don’t know how to react to that aside from saying that he’s completely irrelevant in your and Seulgi’s lives. “Please don’t bring him up again,” you say sternly. “Yes, daddy.”  She must be in the same head space as before when the two of you were in the bathroom. “Oh, you’re saying it again, huh?” She palms your limp cock. “You distracted me with that ice cream, but now I’m ready.” You run a thumb on her cheek. “You were literally in tears and said you couldn’t continue—how could I have ignored that?” “Yeah, well, that’s now in the past,” she deflects, “let’s focus on the here and now, daddy.”

Seulgi crawls backwards until your cock is right in front of her eyes. “Oh, you’re so hard already.” “How can I not when my beautiful wife is naked in front of me like this?” She grins. “I’m your wife?” “Yes, you are—also, it’s not like there’s anyone else in this room, is it?” “There’s no one else in this room aside from the two of us, and there’s no one else in my life aside from you, daddy.”

Without breaking eye contact, Seulgi eases your cock into her mouth, wasting little time to start things off. She then grabs your hand and places it on the back of her head. “Ah, of course, how could I forget?” You start petting her head gently. “You like this, don’t you, baby?”

You make sure the praises keep flowing out of your lips without obstruction as your soon-to-be wife moves her head back and forth along your shaft. “God, you’re amazing at this, baby.” Enticed by your words and the pets on the back of her head, Seulgi picks up the pace, thus filling the bedroom with slurps and other sounds that escape her mouth that only add to your arousal. “I’m starting to think that you like my dick more than that ice cream,” you quip.

Before long, Seulgi removes you from her mouth to come up for air. “You know, I’m curious what it’d be like if I could take your whole dick in my mouth.” You take a rough measurement of your cock with your palm and estimate how far your cock would go. “The tip would be in your throat, baby.” She licks her lips, curious about how that would feel like. “Can I try?” You shake your head. “I don’t want to suffocate you with my penis,” you reason.

You invite Seulgi to sit on your lap after closing your thighs, but instead of simply straddling them like you hoped, she puts your cock in her pussy first before actually sitting on your lap, thus forcing the two of you to moan in reflex. “You like that, daddy?” “How can I not when you’re this tight?” Seulgi rewards your good answer with a fleeting kiss. “At what age do you think we’ll stop having sex, daddy?” You shrug. “I don’t know—60, maybe?” “I doubt it; with your physique, you’d be able to fuck me until we’re 80.”

You want to say something else, but your train of thoughts got derailed when Seulgi starts moving her hips. “I-I’ll stay tight for you, daddy, even if we have a lot of children.” “I don’t doubt it,” you’re getting breathy.

Without command, Seulgi picks up the pace to the maximum that she can do, her sexy moans flying out her lips without rest. It is when you take her tits in your hands that her moans get louder. “S-suck them, p-please.” You do as she asks and put one breast in your mouth while stimulating the other with your hand. “Yes, like that, daddy—suck my tits like our future children would.”

It's not fair for you to only stimulate one breast, so you let go of the first one to make room for the other. You keep sucking until you notice that Seulgi slows down. In retaliation, you lightly bite and pinch her nipples. “Oh, God, don’t do that,” she jolts, “l-look, I-I’ll start again.”

Seulgi eventually pushes you away from her plump breasts and falls backwards onto the bed. “I-I’m tired—y-you’ll need to fuck me this time,” she says between heavy pants. You don’t bother waiting for her to calm down, opting to start again right away to ensure maximum stimulation.

Initially, you’re holding Seulgi by her legs as you’re thrusting into her, but as time goes on, you’re starting to fold her legs over her body. “Fuck me, daddy—fuck me nice and fast,” she eggs you on. You fasten your grip on her ankles as you prepare to give her your absolute everything, and not too long after you’ve started, Seulgi is reduced to moans and screams as her eyes are rolling backwards.

All you can think about right now is how wet and tight— “D-daddy,” she snaps you out of your horny trance, “I, I—c-cum, daddy.” You quickly pull out of her pussy and aggressively rub her clit, thus making her scream. “D-daddy,” her orgasm is getting so close, “I-I’m—your fingers, daddy, fuck!” “Cum, baby; cum for daddy,” you urge her.

With an ear-piercing scream, Seulgi explodes, soaking the bed with her juice. Once she’s done squirting, you drag her around and position her until her legs are dangling off the edge of the bed. “You want to be tied?” Seulgi nods slightly. “Then tied you will be.” You grab a pair of handcuffs from your equipment holster and lock her wrists together with them. “Are you ready to go again, though?” She nods again. “Fuck me, papi.” Hearing the new name makes you chuckle. “One day, we’ll sit down and talk about our kinks, okay?”

Seulgi moans when your shaft enters her again and screams when your palm lands on her butt. “You’re fucking naughty, aren’t you?” “Y-yes, officer.” You spank her once more. “That’s inspector to you, Miss Kang—or papi, like you said yourself.”

You fix your hands on her waist as you fuck her tirelessly from behind, her butt cheeks bouncing around as your hips crash into them. You notice that her small, puckered ring keeps peaking at you every now and then, and an idea enters your mind: what if you put a finger in there?

You coat your thumb with spit to prepare it for a brave adventure to a brand-new world that is her asshole. Seulgi jolts when she feels your thumb in the entrance of her forbidden hole. “D-daddy, gently, please,” she begs, but instead of getting an assurance that you’ll indeed be gentle, she gets a spank on the butt instead. “You’re mine, slut.” You feel a hint of guilt for calling her with such a pejorative name, but you’re half certain that she’ll understand considering the current situation.

Seulgi grits her teeth as her asshole stretches to accommodate your thumb. “How are we feeling?” “G-good—oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” She begins squirming around when she feels your thumb moving in and out of her asshole. You don’t give her a chance to breathe as you opt to start fucking her again with your thumb still stuck in her ass.

Amidst her endless moans, a thought enters Seulgi’s mind: should she let you fuck her ass?

“Maybe I should.”

“Fuck, it’ll hurt so bad, though.”

“So what? He’ll be the first and last.”

“But he’ll stretch me like crazy.”

“Let him claim you.”

Her conversation with herself ends when she feels that your thumb is no longer lodged in her ass. She gathers her strength to turn her head towards you to look at you. “D-daddy,” her voice is barely heard.

“Yes, baby?” You couldn’t hear what she just said, so you lean forwards and ask her to say it again. “F-fuck my ass, daddy.”

Your eyes widen in shock; did she just ask to be fucked in the ass?

“You’re a virgin there, though, no?” Your answer is some feeble nods. “I-I couldn’t bleed for you, s-so claim my ass a-and make me yours.”

You pull out of her pussy so that you can address this further. “Baby, you know I have no problem with not being your first.” “J-just do it, daddy—l-let me show you exactly h-how much I love you.” “Are you sure?” “Y-yes,” she answers briefly. You ask once more and get the same answer, so you know that her mind is made up. “Safe word?” “C-cookie,” it appears that she hasn’t forgotten it. “Alright, let’s do it, then.”

It is when you’re back in your previous position that you realize you need something to make it hurt less for Seulgi. An idea pops in your head: “Her pussy will be able to coat me,” you think. You plunge into her pussy again and pump a few times until your cock is shiny because of her juice. For extra measure, you also coat your cock with a lot of spit.

“I’m ready, baby—are you?” She nods. “Claim me,” she repeats. “Stop saying it like that,” you protest. “J-just give it to me, please.”

Seulgi gasps when the tip of your cock touches her puckered ring. “Gently, love—I’m begging you,” she begs, changing the callout name for good measure. She inhales sharply when the tip of your cock stretches her virgin ass. “Please be gentle,” her voice starts to crack, and it’s understandable, too; this is her first time after all.

You push forwards into her ass every odd second to not hurt her even more. Seulgi turns her head towards you, thus showing you the pooling tears in her eyes. “P-please tell me I’m doing well,” she says. “You are, baby; you’re doing so well right now,” you assure her, your hips still. It hurts your heart seeing your beloved woman be in tears like that, but it was her idea to give her ass to you, her beloved man, with whom she wants to have a life with.

“Love, take me.”

 Using her urge as fuel, you begin moving your hips back and forth, thus properly and officially taking her anal virginity.

“Does it hurt so bad still?” “Y-yes, b-but it’s fine—t-this is what I want,” Seulgi deflects. You take a few deep breaths to focus your mind on the task. “Alright, I’ll try moving now, okay?”

You maintain this relaxed pace as Seulgi’s muscles adapt to your intrusion, and slowly but surely, moans begin streaming out of her lips. “That’s better, love.” You place your hands on her butt cheeks to caress them. “You’re incredibly tight, baby.” “T-that’s—AH!” A particular thrust makes Seulgi scream. “T-that’s your proof that I-I’m a virgin there.” “I never asked for proof, but thank you, my love.”

Your orgasm approaches at an alarming rate with every thrust of your hips. On one hand, you’re happy, because it means that Seulgi won’t have to suffer for too long. On the other, you’re worried that she’ll be disappointed by your performance tonight. There is one way to make sure, and that is to simply ask. “Love, can I cum?” She nods. “S-sooner than later, please, daddy.” “Brace yourself, baby—feel free to tap out, though.”

After delivering a warning, you pick up the speed, fucking her ass fast like it was her pussy, and Seulgi immediately sinks her face into the bed to muffle her voice. You instinctively spank her, thus forcing another scream from her, but regret it right away. “Fuck, sorry, baby; force of habit,” you say, apologetic.

You can feel the way your cock is throbbing in her ass—orgasm must be very close. “Baby, I’m—” “Do it, daddy—f-fill my ass.” “Alright, okay.”

You leave the entirety of your cock lodged in her ass as you blow semen deep into it, thus officially marking the end of this painful first-time. After you’re done filling her, you retreat out of her ass, and after blinking a few times, her asshole properly closes, locking your cum inside.

You grab the cuffs’ key so that you can unlock them, and after she’s free, you flip Seulgi onto her back and pull her into an embrace. “It hurt, didn’t it, love?” “Y-yes, but I’m yours now.” You put on a gentle smile for her. “Thank you so much, love—I love you.”

-

You’re back in bed after a long shower with Seulgi, and what’s left for you to do is to take care of her, which consists of several non-skippable steps.

First, you hold her tightly.

Second, you say, “Love, thank you so much, seriously,” to express gratitude and appreciation.

Third, you come in for a kiss—one that is passionate to support your words.

“Don’t leave me now, love.” “How can I leave you when I’m so in love with you?” Seulgi lets out a tiny chuckle. “Are you in love with me or my body?” The question offends you a touch. “Surely you don’t think that low of me.”

Seulgi shuffles around rather wildly. “Are you okay?” She huffs in frustration. “You’re not close enough.” You laugh. “Our skin is literally touching, baby.” “No, not enough.”

Seulgi mounts your lap and puts your semi-hard cock in her pussy. “Oh, there we go.” You tease her by thrusting upwards but earn a slap on the chest in response. “Don’t—I’m already so sore.” “Are we sleeping like this, then?” She nods against your cheek. “If you wake up first tomorrow, feel free to fuck me and cum inside.”

You chuckle. “That’d be a crazy way to start the day.”

[b1mbodoll]

having very sick thoughts of gp!seulgi + anal n piss…

pairings: kang seulgi x f! reader

warnings: perv! seulgi + mommy kink + anal + omorashi

💌: my first seulgi rq thank u thank u thank u she’s my girlfriend

seulgi is such a closet perv. she subtly presses her cock right up against you and tests how much she can get away with before you call her out on it but you never do, instead you try your hardest to rile her up n it always works. she also definitely has a mommy kink and when she finally fucks you she nearly cums when you call her that.

“fuck, you’re so tight, doll.” she grunts, trying her best not to blow her load early. her thick cock opens you up so well as she slips inch by inch inside your tight asshole and seulgi knows she wont be able to stop fucking you until she’s completely ruined you. “please fill me up, mommy.” you whimper, trying to look back at her as she pounds your virgin hole. “need you to stuff me full, pleasepleaseplease!” she’s been so desperate for your pussy and your words send her over the edge, her thick cum flooding your asshole.

even after reaching her orgasm she doesn’t pull out, stays inside you for what feels like hours n when she begins to thrust it makes you jolt. “w-wait seulgi, give me a sec-“ you cut yourself off with a moan when she pinches your nipple. “be a good girl for mommy ‘n take it.” your confusion lasts for a second but then you feel it, a warm stream of piss splashing inside of you. “this is what you were made for, pretty. jus’ for me.” her words along with the warmth spreading inside of you make you cum for a second time, coating seulgi’s dick in your cream.

[kyuusberry]

can i can i can i request a fluff please? 🥹 a seeeeeuuuulgiiii fluff?

bear — kang seulgi

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𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟳𝟴𝟮

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀.. 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗺𝗼 😓 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁!! 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸

© 𝗸𝘆𝘂𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰. 𝗻𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴.

“love, pleaseeeee!” you pleaded, holding onto her shirt. “it’s soooooo cute!” seulgi rolled her eyes, hiding her smile.

“no, y/n. i have no money. i gotta save it on groceries and stuff for the members since it’s my week to buy it.” you frowned, letting go of her shirt.

“whatever.” seulgi’s neutral face turned into a frown as well when she heard your reaction. “baby, i’m sorry. really. i’ll make it up to you soon, i swear.”

“swear?” you raised an eyebrow. “swear.” she replied, a smile on her face. “let’s go then!!”

“where to? my treat — nothing too expensive. i still need to have money for rent and food..” seulgi sighed. “here!” you led her to a blind box figurine place, filled with things like smiski and sanrio.

“you can pick two. since they’re small.” you got distracted very easily, mostly just looking around and telling seulgi how cute they all were and how you couldn’t choose. not that she was complaining of course, she enjoyed seeing you happy.

in the end you ended up picking two of the smiski bed series. “they’re so cute! seulgi, look!! we can match! since they’re both from the same series.” your cheeks were slightly red and seulgi found it adorable. “wanna open them here or somewhere else?”

“let’s open it here.” your box had the smiski sleeping figure and seulgi had the fussing one. “they’re so cute. i can’t.” seulgi took you home and you didn’t want her to leave, but she had to go grocery shopping for the dorm — which was half true. she ended up going back to the mall and bought the bear stuffed animal you wanted.

“thank you so much.” seulgi smiled, the bear in a cute little bag and sealed nicely. she put it next to her in the passenger seat, a replacement for you at the moment and headed to the grocery store.

“hey, seul.” irene smiled, helping seulgi carry the groceries from the front door. “hi unnie.” irene’s gaze instantly noticed the small white bag on the floor. “what’s that?”

“a gift for y/n.” irene nodded. “what is it?” she asked, setting the bags on the kitchen counter. she began putting away everything, seulgi helping her. “just a stuffed animal she wanted.”

irene laughed, “you buy her everything she wants. she’s so spoiled. not that i’m complaining, but she is. even though you give her a ton of gifts, you better be treating her right. gifts are something, but the way you treat someone matters even more.”

“i know, unnie. i am. she deserves the world and i’m giving her the best i can.” she sighed. irene smiled, “you’re doing great, seulgi. don’t worry.”

“ugh, is there food yet?? we’re starving.” yeri groaned, walking out of her room with joy following behind. “there will be soon. where’s wendy?” irene looked up.

“bathroom.” joy was too busy on her phone texting someone. “hey! park sooyoung, who are you texting!” yeri tried taking away her phone to see. “no one!”

-

“who is it?” you asked, looking through the small hole in your door. you saw it was seulgi and immediately opened it, hugging her within seconds. “can i come in?”

“oh yeah! sorry.” you laughed awkwardly, standing out of the way so she could come in. you noticed she walked sideways so you couldn’t see her back. “hey, kang seulgi. what are you hiding huh?”

“surprise!!” she held out the bag and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. your eyes went wide, “oh my gosh, seulgi, thank you! you didn’t have to get me anything you know.. now i feel bad. and it’s not any special occasion.” your arms were around her neck, a smile across your face.

“let’s go to the living room to open it.”

-

“no way seulgi. seriously?? after you said no?” you looked at her with an “are you kidding?” face. you weren’t complaining.. okay maybe a little, but it was cute so you weren’t gonna. too much. “if you have no money it’s okay. i don’t mind. all i need is you.”

“i know, i know. but i felt a little bad.”

“seulgi!” you hit her arm, the brown bear stuffie in your lap. “it’s cute, so i think you should be happy.” she huffed.

“still, don’t spend your money on me all of the time! materials don’t matter much to me. it’s you that matters. you are my girlfriend after all. not my necklaces or food or this bear you got me.”

“fine, fine. i’ll refrain for a while.” seulgi put both of her hands up. “thank you, love.” you smiled, “i love you. i hope you know that.”

“i do.”

[ad0rechuu]

★ MILKY WAY. ━━ (025) kang pompompurin

WORD COUNT. 1384

WARNINGS. hate comments and hints at anxiety

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

YOU JUST DECIDED THAT THIS WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED ROCK PAPER SCISSORS WITH YOUR MEMBERS.

You scan your surroundings carefully, eyes moving from the paper in your hand to the sign plastered on the building in front of you. It’s exactly the same as the one that Seulgi had shown you before you left.

‘Hanuelsan.’

You adjust your headphones and step inside without much thought, repeating the words you had to say to the cashier in your head.

As you joined the short queue, you finally look around. It isn't busy inside the small cafe as it's close to dinner time. The day was coming to an end for most. But for people like you, it had only just begun. You were kind of grateful that you had to wear a mask and disguise in public; the dark circles underneath your eyes aren't the most appealing to your fans.

Before you know it, it's your turn in line. You lower the volume on your headphones and make eye contact with a girl. She regards you politely, greeting you with a pretty smile.

“Hello, I’m here to pick up an order for.. Kang Pompompurin—?!” You pause abruptly and try to regain your composure. But your voice only gets quieter the more you spoke as the embarrassment settles in. “..Yes. I’m here to pick up an order placed by, uhm.. Kang Pompompurin.”

Out of all the names to choose, she just had to use the one of her favorite Sanrio character.

If the cashier feels your embarrassment, she does a good job at hiding it. She nods and checks something on the cash register in front of her.

“Your order will be ready shortly. Please feel free to take a seat while you wait.”

You thank her and walk to a seat in front of the window, closest to the register. It's peaceful, a feeling you aren’t really used to.

Opening your phone you look trough social media. Specifically, the comments underneath your and Fatou’s new cover.

There are so many encouraging ones from people that support you and STAR, but the ones that stand out to you the most are the rude ones— the comments that tell you how bad you are at everything and that you should just quit or worse.

What if they are right? What if you really make your members and everyone else you associate with look bad? What if you are really that horrible to hear and look at? What if all those shooting stars only like you out of pity? What if—

“Order for Kang Pompompurin?” An employee calls out.

The sound of his voice interrupts the black hole your own thoughts dragged you into. You quickly stand up and make your way to the counter.

You nod along as he reads up your order, before noting the soft, mischievous sound of it with a small smile.

As he asks if the order is correct, you finally make eye contact. The confirmation in the back of your throat dies when you find yourself greeted by a familiar face.

The sharp eyes, well-shaped nose, and wide shoulders make him look like some sort of hidden Greek— well, Korean god. But the soft dimple and freckles lining his neck make him look so damn adorable. It’s a sight you’ve only ever seen in pictures before.

“San?”

His eyes widen at his name being called. You remove your headphones and pull the hood of your jacket down, as well as your mask.

Shock doesn’t leave his features but a childlike excitement joins when he gets a good look at your face. But it quickly gets replaced by concern as he reaches for your wrist over the counter, eyes darting around frantically. He pulls you closer and uses both of his hands to pull your hood back over your head. His movements are delicate, like you’re the most fragile thing on this earth.

A slightly red hue covers his cheeks when he realizes what he just did. He clears his throat and hands you your bag.

“S-So you were Kang Pompompurin. I was wondering why it sounded so familiar.”

You let out an angelic laugh that has the boy in front of you in a trance. “Seulgi ordered it. But I’m so surprised to see you here, dude.”

“Yeah, me too. I work here, my parents own this place.” He gestures to the whole cafe, which made you look around with much interest. He then points towards the pretty cashier from earlier, now busy in conversation with one of the other customers. “And that’s my sister.”

Your gaze finds its way back to San, your mouth slightly agape. “That’s so cool! I had no idea.”

He brings a hand to his nape, seemingly deep in thought. “You were actually my last customer for today. I-If you have time, would you consider having some coffee or boba or whatever you like with me maybe?

“It’s on the house of course!” He adds.

“You don’t have to do that, but yeah I’d love to.”

AFTER NOTIFYING YOUR members that you would be late, you two sit down at your previous spot in front of the window.

Time with San goes fast. He's exactly like you expected. Maybe a little shy but still really fun to talk to. It actually makes you sad that you hadn’t met him earlier in your life.

“And I loved your cover with Fatou, did you guys film it yourself?” He asks.

You nod. It feels weird having his full attention on you. You were used to being the most controversial member and people are usually more interested in what your members were up to rather than your words. Not that you mind, but it doesn't feel that way with San. He asks you questions and listens to your answers in rapt attention.

It feels… nice?

“Yeah, we did. You would be surprised how many times I embarrassed myself in public for my parts.” You reply, earning a laugh from him as you sip your drink of choice (which he refused to let you pay for).

You absentmindedly look at the big clock hanging on one of the walls. Your eyes widen as you catch a glimpse of the time. You're nearly late for evening practice.

San notices your bittersweet expression when you faced him, making his heart speed up a bit.

“I think I should go, I’m late for practice and the managers will be on my ass if they find out that I’m out alone when it’s nearly dark.”

The way he looks up at you as you stood made your heart hurt. The boy looks something like a kicked puppy (or kitty rather). Nonetheless, he nods and stands along with you.

“Would you like me to walk you back?”

“What way are you going?”

He points to the opposite direction of the way back to the company in response.

“No, thank you. I have to go the opposite way.”

You chuckle as he pouts at you. This guy truly doesn't know how much just talking to him made your day.

You take a step closer to the boy. “Can I give you a hug before I leave?” You ask, not wanting him to be uncomfortable.

San nearly chokes on air, but as nods frantically, like the moment was going to fade if he doesn't answer quick enough.

“Y-yes! Yeah, sure.” He awkwardly laughs.

You waste no time and move to embrace him. All the while, he timidly put his arms above your waist with a weak grip. You feel the warmth of his cheeks with the proximity in which you two stand by each other.

It lasts maybe less than 10 seconds, but San could barely contain his happiness, even as you two separated.

You grab your bag, leaving the flustered boy standing there. When you reach the door, you turn around one more time to wave and flash a hidden smile at him.

“It was really nice to have finally met you, San! You’re indeed very cute.”

As the chilly air outside reaches you once more, you make sure to remember the name of this cafe.

Because you have a feeling that this wouldn't be the last time you’d visit HanuelSan.

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[gukiefics]

Neo boyfriend at your doorstep; lch🐻; trailer

Pairing: Sex worker!haechan×CEO Reader

Synopsis: Your bestfriend and crush for 15 years is getting married and of course he invited you to his destination wedding at Vegas. But since he never saw you with anyone, he tried set up a date for you for which you immediately declined, giving him a fake excuse that you are seeing someone. Now you are stucked with a double date the next weekend and with your imaginary partner. With stress and fear over taking your mind, you came across two girls talking about a website which rents partners to people. After eavesdropping them, you decided to try out and rent a boyfriend...but you accidentally choose yourself a sex worker.

Warning: Sexual content, offensive language, oral play (both m & f receiving), switch!haechan (leaning more towards dom), switch!reader(more towards sub), role play, public sex.

Words: 15k and counting

Note:

The story, the characters, places and even their age is purely made from my imagination and is completely fiction, if not stated and I have no negative feelings towards any character I used in the story. The storyline is without a doubt mine and if the story is similar with any other work, then it is purely a coincidence because this story is made up solely from my imagination.

7pm; Jung fabric clothier ; Seoul

"Sarah, Thank you for bringing the files. You are dismissed to go home now." She nodded and bowed goodbye and went out of your workspace. A phone rang disturbing you. "What is it?" "Ma'am, Mr. Kim is here to meet you." "Send him in."

The said man entered the room and you rolled your eyes. "Kim Doyoung, don't." "What!? I didn't even say anything. " He pouted. You rolled your eyes again and set your eyes on the bright computer screen. "Listen girl, you have been my bestfriend for 15 years now. You are an important person in my life. How could you be absent for my wedding!?"

He glared. You sighed. "Listen Doyoung, I have an important meeting that week and I didn't even confirmed my absence. I just said, I will barely able to come-" "See! that's the problem. You should be very much confirmed! I mean it's your bestfriend wedding! Right now you are the only person who knows our wedding date. So you listen carefully Miss Jung Y/n you are surely coming to my wedding and I am not taking any excuses. If you failed to be present, I will not tolerate it and will give you the very worse punishment." He stick his tongue out and teased at you.

You chuckled. "As you wish Mr.Kim." you did the same as him. Doyoung smiled wide. "Ok enough working for today. I am throwing a bachelor's party and you are the VIP guest there. Go home, get changed and be there at sharp 9pm." He gave you the invitation pass. You gasp in disbelief. "Why am I knowing about this the last minute?" "Cause I know you will decline it, if I told you earlier. " He smirked and you shook your head in astonishment. 

"Hurry up, I will see you at the party." Doyoung said and left. You sighed. "This jerk." You huffed and pack your stuffs and left. The whole journey from your office to your home was not the best.

Kim Doyoung, this man has been your bestfriend and your crush for the past 15 years. He was your brother's friend. No you didn't meet each other because of your brother but of a camp. He was the captain of your camp team and the 10 year old you was so fascinated to see such 14 year old boy who was so responsible and charismatic. The bunny like features of him was a bonus. You both bonded well in the camp and when you came to know that he was your brother's friend, you guys started to spend time with each other alot. Along the years, your admiration for him turned into something more. The 16 year old self was very excited to confess your feelings to him but all of that excitement crashed down when he introduced his girlfriend, Kang Seulgi. She was sweet as an angel and very beautiful. Their relationship stayed strong for six years and now they are getting married. You are happy for him but the 16 year old girl inside you was dying to see the man she liked, soon going to belong to another woman forever. That's the reason you wanted to escape from the marriage ceremony but this man is absolutely a hinderance to that.

Preparing yourself for the party, you looked at yourself at the mirror. A black short dress, minimal makeup and knee boots, satisfied with your outfit for the party, you look for your car keys. "Woof! Woof!" Your 6 months old puppy barked. "Oh kiki, I will come as soon as possible ok?" You kissed his nose and he licked licr cheeks in return. You giggled at his cute gestures and passed him to your neighbour, who was quite delighted to see kiki. "Kiki, don't trouble aunty too much. " he barked back. "I apologise for asking to look after him this late Jennie. I appreciate your kindness." Jennie shook her head. "Nonsense, I love kiki Y/n, now I have kiki along with kai and kuma to give me company." Both of you exchange hugs as goodbye and you left for the party.

8:47pm; Hotel Skylark; Gangnam; Seoul.

You reached the hotel, where Doyoung threw his party. "Ok Y/n, be strong and positive. " you chanted these words as you pace towards the hotel till the party floor. Oh, did I mention that Doyoung is a social extrovert? As soon as you entered the hall, you can hear the loud music and people chattering. There were people all around the floor. You mentally thanked god that it was not a teenage party. Of course there was wine, alcohols etc. But people have the standards enough to be drunk and makeout here and there. It was a decent party. Although all these reasons, you still loathed the party. Why? Because of two main reasons, 1. People, 2. You saw Doyoung and Seulgi acting all lovely dovey with one another. 

You tried reaching Doyoung but all in vain, cause people blocked your way to converse with you and stuff. Oh my god why did he have to call all his high school friends? "Oh my Y/n, is that you?" You turned towards the owner of the voice. "Renjun? Hey nice to meet you!" You exchanged hugs. Renjun was your classmate and a close friend. You guys lost contact after high school. "Great! It's been so long. What's up with you? Btw you look stunning." "Oh thank you, don't need to flatter me though." 

"Doyoung hyung is finally getting married huh?" He analysed your face. He knew about your crush towards Doyoung. "Yeah. But hey don't look at me like that, I am moving on. I am fine." You smiled bitterly. "You know, you don't have to pretend towards me y/n. But hey if you are really moving on. That's good." You nodded. You saw Doyoung coming towards you. "Y/n! Glad you could make it." Seulgi hugged you tight. Doyoung smiled wide. "Of course, I made her come after pursuing so hard." Doyoung giggled and you rolled your eyes. "Well enjoy the party! I will go now, need to pee bad." Seulgi pouted before rushing towards the washroom.

"Y/n you are looking damn good. I am so sure many are going to fall for you in one sight." Doyoung winked. 'Well it's not like you are going to.' You shook your inner words. "Oh anyways, can you see that guy at the bar stand." You gazed towards where Doyoung pointed. A tall, lean guy having same bunny features as him was at your sight, he was sipping a wine and was chatting with his friend. "Yeah, what about him?" You raised your eyebrows. "What do you think about him?" You frowned. "What?" Doyoung repeated the same question. "No idiot, I meant why? I don't know, he's handsome and cute I guess." "That's great then. He's Na Jaemin, my cousin. He's kind of into you. Want me to set him up with you?" You widened your eyes at his proposal. Renjun too, had the same reaction. "Oh my Doyoung, why?" "Oh come on Y/n, I want you to be happy. And also I want to see you with someone before I get married. You know I don't want you to be left out. You are the only person who's not in a relationship or involved in any."

You shook your head. That's great that you are just moving on and your crush is trying to set you up with someone else but his words kind of hurted you and your ego. "What!? You don't like him? No worries, the other guy there, he's Lee Jeno, he is pretty much handsome too-" "No Doyoung, I don't want to set myself with someone. " You whined. "Yeah hyung! Give her some time, before you drop these kind of bombs." Renjun voiced out his opinion. Doyoung glared. "Why Y/n? Don't you want to be happy with someone or have intimate relations with someone.  Oh don't tell me you are a lesbian, don't worry I got tons of female friends too! Y/n, look the reason I am doing this is because of your happiness. You are always alone, engrossed with your work. I can't take care of you all the time and I feel bad. You don't eat proper meals and I am always the one to force you to eat meals, and etc."

"Doyoung, look I know you are worried and don't worry much about me anymore cause I am not a kid and I am taking proper meals now. And plus, I am seeing someone." Your last words shocked everyone who heard you. "You do!?" Renjun was the one who asked you first after everyone was quiet. You quickly nodded. "Well if you do, how come you never told me?" Doyoung narrowed his eyes already suspicious. "Well, I have been seeing him for the past few weeks and we aren't official yet that's why. But trust me! He is a real gentleman and very sweet." You faked laughed. You tried your best to convince him and he was about to ask more when Seulgi called him. He excused himself and went to the host platform. 

"So everyone, we all know me and Doyoung are getting married! Woohoo!" The crowd howled with excitement. "So after discussions and discussions, taking so many risks, we have decided to get married on the 18th of June in Vegas! So everyone present here is invited. Please be present to give us wishes and your blessings. We will be expecting you all." The crowd was overjoyed with the news. People congratulated the couple and they very much accepted that with equal enthusiasm.

"You aren't actually seeing anyone, are you?" Renjun asked you, which you nodded honestly as in no. "I mean don't you think it's kind of quick for me to that, I mean I am trying my best to move on. I don't want to get indulged in love right now." He sighed. "Don't stress much, the right man will come along with right time." He assured you, which also did a calming effect on you

The night went on with merry making sounds. Fortunately Doyoung didn't ask more about your fake date. But he did give you the look of I will love to meet him someday. Or should I say asap? Because the news spread to Seulgi and now you are stuck with a double date next weekend. Now great! You pulled your own leg. How will you find yourself a fake boyfriend in 7 days? You share the same company of friends as Doyoung so you can't ask them for this favour. He knows all your employees. In fact Doyoung knows every person you know. You felt like crying. 

What am I gonna do now?

The thought circulates your head as you walk around the toilet cubicle. But you soon stop when you heard some girls talking.

"Girl I am telling you, I had the best date ever. This website gave the best fake boyfriend ever. All my colleagues were jealous seeing him. Oh my goodness, he was so hot but so sweet!!" They squealed. You rolled your eyes but continued eavesdropping them. "Can you tell me the name of the website? I want to try it so bad!!!" "Sure, it's neo date on your doorstep.com . I am telling you, once got one you will never regret it. It's safe too! It's 400$ per day. It was so worth it."

You are so sure, god is favouring you right now. It's your only hope now and you are not going to let it go in vain. Thanking god, you made your way out of the washroom, suprisingly the two girls talking. You smiled widely at them and left. "What's up with her?" "I don't know, she's drunk maybe."

Welcome to neo date on your doorstep

Which purpose?

Blind Date

Temporary partner

Sex partner

Warning; Once chosen, cannot switch. No cancellation. Once cancel, cannot order again.

You choose the temporary boyfriend, even though sex was tempting because you haven't got laid in months, you still choose it. Guess everyone is right, you are a boring girl.

Thank you for choosing, please fill your name, address and phone number and duration you want to keep your order. 

Name: Jung Y/n

Sexuality: Straight,Female    Age: 25

Address: xxxxx

Phone number: xxxx-xxxx

Duration (max: 5months): 2 days

Thank you for your co-operation. Your order will arrive this Saturday at 9 am.

Caution: You cannot return your order before the estimate time

You smiled in satisfaction. Finally you are going to sleep a sound sleep without the recent stress, i.e., finding a fake boyfriend. Thank goodness it was weekend, you are going to sleep all day! The massive headache you had because you drank alot just to reduce your stress minimised a bit. Just then you heard your phone beep indicating a notification. You checked it and it was from the website.

Miss Jung Y/n,

Your order info:

You choice: Sex partner

Name: Lee Haechan

Sexuality: Straight, Male      Age: 27

Speciality: finger play, oral

shit!

[hahayoon]

FRIENDSHIPS

JEON SOMI & BYUN HAYOON

Yoon was proposed to join produce 101 while she was a trainee but went to the set at Mnet and hated the idea still stayed to audition.

There was Somi, looking and sounding energetic.

They talked and threw some hate comments at Mnet while laughing and there was a friendship starting.

Both being trainees for a while brought them closer, all in a Mnet set.

Both debuted at different time but there wasn’t any problems in between, they continued texting and sending each other greetings.

When Yoon started to “date” Mark, she asked Somi to teach her english.

Fun fact: Yoon was the one that actually introduced Somi to Giselle.

KANG CHANHEE & BYUN HAYOON

Somehow Red Velvet’s and SF9 schedules came together and as Yoon was attached to Yeri all time she was there in a wating room when Chani stormed in and started to take of his shirt.

“are you a crazy stalker?!” “yes”

Chani had an annoyed look while Yoon an shit eating grin.

Ever since that day that Chani entered the wrong room they’ve been friends.

Sadly there isn’t any high quality pictures, just the ones dispatch take when they go out.

Actually their friendship was acknowledged as a dating rumor but even before the companies could release an statement, Yoon went live.

“if we were dating, he would treat me lovingly not leaving me behind or making me carry his stuff”.

And then Chani did the same.

“i kinda dislike her a lot, she is annoying time to time and snores in the front seat she steals from me”

KIM YERIM & BYUN HAYOON

It’s a repetitive story: audition almost the same day, got in almost in the same time and couldn’t debut together because the concept didn’t match the aesthetics.

They cry every single birthday they spend together because they always get drunk and they start talking about being soulmates.

Both used to be in love childishly with Johnny, and giggled anytime he was around.

JooHyun used to iron their uniforms together and make identical lunch boxes for each one, as SeulGi used to play with them in the practice room.

Basically the 2nd maknae of Red Velvet.

Just as Kai and TaeMin, dispatch tried to call them a couple but they just went live and pretended they were, in fact, a couple.

Just soulmates.

[the-roo-too]

absence -> sith! oh haewon

-as a soon-to-be jedi, you have a lot to learn about the real world, away from the safety of your master. one of the first things you should look into is not getting close to any dark force users.

warnings: blood; death; nonsense fight descriptions; most of this stuff is made up and probably wouldn’t make sense in canon star wars universe 😭

genre: angst; fluff

notes: highly inspired by a jedi jihyo fic i read some time ago 🙏 praise the author; thank you for 200 followers 👹👹👹

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everyone started out as a padawan. that’s what you were taught. you’ve heard that during the clone wars, it was a little more interesting- being apprentice. at least that’s what your jedi claimed, and she was one of the few that survived the clones turning on the jedi order.

seulgi chose you when she’s just saw the crowd. as the rule says, a jedi was meant to chose the padawan they will train. you could consider yourself pretty damn lucky it was the kang master who had her eye on you. seulgi had fought in the clone wars, although she herself was only a padawan back then. that’s why she liked to push you so much, make sure your training is at least half as good as hers was.

she also pushed you harder, because your jedi trials were soon to happen. even though seulgi was a powerful jedi, you could swear she was more nervous for the end of your training than you were. the final day before you’d meditate in the tranquility spire, she organised you a sparring session with apprentices of every other jedi that was present at the scene. maybe later in life, as a knight, you’d thank her for the suffering she’s put you through to make sure you grow up to become a great warrior. for now, you’d settle on glaring at her every time she laughed after forcing you to the ground.

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“you think you’re ready?” you looked up at your master. seulgi’s just entered your sleeping space, where you were busy meditating in the afternoon. when you you met eyes with the jedi, you made sure to stay focused and not le your nerves break through. if you’d slip up, the master could postpone your trials.

“i am, master kang.” she quirked a brow. her eyes scanned your posture before she slouched down to her knees, sitting next to you with a sigh.

“they grow up so fast…” seulgi pouted. it was fun and playful now, but you knew that was a important moment. if you didn’t pass the trials, you’d get the chance to do them later on. you were just scared to fail your master. she chose you, which by itself was an honour. if you were to fail as master kang’s apprentice…

you glanced at the jedi, who seemed deep in thought. she was fiddling with the saber at her belt. back when you were still a uneducated little child (when you first met master kang and tried not to seem intimidated by her), you thought it was unprofessional to play with your weapon. after a particular hard sparring session, she said she it’s not a nervous habit, she just likes the closeness of the weapon.

it was always clear seulgi was proud of her saber, and she had reasons to do so. her weapon was reconstructed after the clone wars, and it’s light was yellow. the colour representing the power of sun and hope for the future. the previous yellow saber user was the leader during the clone wars, and the kang’s master, back when she was a padawan herself.

“you know that as you are my apprentice, i won’t be allowed in during the trials.” a rare thing happened when seulgi took your hands in hers. “you will need all of your skill. do not fail me, padawan.”

with that, the master stood up. she gave you a light bow and turned around to leave your sleeping arena.

you glanced at your own saber, which laid near your mattress. you couldn’t fail.

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to be fair, trial of skill was probably the easiest. it concluded of usually three parts: physical, mental and combat challenge. the first one went by quick, just some climbing, endurance and that kinds. while mental part of the trial was mostly about levitation, you were thankful that master kang put so much attention on that part of your training.

the worse was the combat part. the council had the most freedom at the last challenge, so they naturally used it. not to get too much into the bloody details, but you had to break a couple hundreds of little laser shooting drones.

when you finished cutting last one of them up, you draw back your saber and waited for the council. you had a couple seconds to stabilise your breath before the doors to the chamber opened and the elders arrived. to your surprise, amongst the figures you could clearly recognise your master’s figure, although her face was covered by her hood.

you were expecting the council to lead you to the next chamber, but instead one of the great masters stepped to the front. “the trail of courage shall take place outside of the temple.”

your eyes widened. while that did sometimes happen, you couldn’t remember the last time a padawan had a outside mission. every council order was not to be question. with a stiff nod of your head, you asked. “where, master?”

on cue, seulgi stepped out. you could feel her worry, although her face remained stone cold. “you will go to the cave of the evil, padawan.”

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cave of the evil was a famous force source after it became master yoda’s hide. dagobah, the planet where the dark side cave was located, wasn’t the best tourist spot, but both jedis and siths liked to visit the place. the dark side of the cave was that entering it challenged the perceptions of people.

hearing the stories about the dark side cave was nerving enough, but standing a couple hours later near the opening- absolutely terrifying.

you glanced at master kang. she stood on your side, staring at the cave without a word. you didn’t know how much time you had exactly, but it was ticking away while you stood and did nothing.

“good luck, l/n.” you nodded your head. it was rare for seulgi to call you anything but padawan.

“thank you, master kang.”

“go now. don’t let me stop you any longer.” you could hear her steps getting quieter.

as you took a step into the cave, you could quickly tell why it wasn’t a tourism spot. the inside was dark and gloomy. the air felt heavy, which made it harder to breathe. the ground under your feet was soft and muddy, but you couldn’t exactly see what it looked like.

your hand on instinct stayed on your belt, where your saber was placed. you pondered a bit using it’s light, but you still weren’t sure what was awaiting you in the cave. drawing your saber and lighting up the room could be a big mistake if you had to fight someone.

you tried to focus on your surroundings instead of what could happen in the cave. after a couple minutes of walking straight, you encountered a wall. as you decided to walk along it, you heard something. it was coming from somewhere deeper in the cave.

your breath hitched in your throat. that was it. whatever was awaiting you in the cave was close. you were aware of something being there with you. question was, did that something know you were there too.

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seulgi liked overhearing, especially about her past. you weren’t ever sure what the sith training had to do with anything, but she knew awfully lot about it.

like how the sacrifice was the most important part if a candidate was nearing the end of their training. she explained the whole thing once.

the sacrifice was a test of dedication. the initiate needed to kill a loved one. the history knew a couple cases where the ‘loved one’ survived the test without the initiate failing it, thought master kang hasn’t said much about those.

you never knew why she told you that stories, but with the distant look she had every time, you didn’t bother asking questions. she wouldn’t answer anyway.

now you were glad she liked to overshare so much, because the scene you were seeing in front of you matched the description of the sacrifice.

a girl- your age, maybe a little older- was holding a red saber to a man’s neck. on the first glance, you could sort her a a dark force user. sith in training was the right name.

you could only make out the shapes with the light coming from her blade. the man was clearly in pain, although he looked up proudly at the girl. you could only see her side profile, but she seemed to be looking down at him emotionlessly.

he opened his mouth to speak something, but before he could, the red saber went down his torso. he quickly went limp, his head falling to the side and his lifeless eyes met yours. a shiver went down your spine.

“i apologise, master.” your eyes fell on the figure. the sacrifice was a finishing part of the training. whoever this was, she became a sith right in front of your eyes.

it didn’t cross your mind that the council couldn’t possibly plan for you to fight a soon-to-be sith. not even when you stood up straighter and held out your hand, planning to take the dead man’s saber.

it should’ve. and you should’ve just called master kang.

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you made many mistakes in that cave. first one was trying to take the saber. if the girl did the sacrifice, she was a sith. she called the man ‘master’, and as such, he was a sith too.

when you tried to force grab his saber, you drew the sith’s attention to yourself. she caught the weapon, her face turning in your direction.

“a jedi…?” you heard her whisper. her taking you as a knight was putting you in good position. you drew your saber, the light falling on your face.

“a sith.”

“a green saber, huh? nothing above the average.” the sith teased.

“red ones are also common.” you ran to attack her.

the light sabers clashed, buzzing with every strike. you had to admit, the sith was strong. your training with seulgi taught you a lot, so you were able to keep up for most of the time. no matter that, a particular hit from the side surprised you, and you didn’t get to move away fully from the upcoming blade.

just a light scrape on your arm, as you managed to dodge some of the momentum. the hit made you wince and clench your teeth, but the pained expression that appeared on the siths face surprised you more.

the girl halted her attacks and glared straight at you. “damned jedis.”

she caught her masters blade and did a last turn, throwing your saber out as you lost the grip on the weapon. the green light disappeared and you saw a ghost of a smirk cross her lips before her red light darkened too, leaving you in darkness.

before you could muster up enough mental force to try and locate her in the darkness, you were alone again in the cave, with the body of the late sith getting colder and colder.

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there is a special rule with the jedi trials. if the padawan has shown great skill, courage and dedication to the order, they could be spared from the formal trials. as your master, seulgi decided creating a force bond with a sith and fighting them matched all of the rules.

when you stepped out of the cave, she was ready to go to your aid. except, you basically passed out in her arms. when you woke up, you were back in the tower, being a witness to the kang’s fight with the council. had it not been for her achievements during the clone war, nothing she asked for would probably be done.

alas, you finished the trials like that. you went from a padawan to a jedi knight. that’s what seulgi told you when you were back in your sleeping area. she sat cross legged next to you as she handed you some herbs for the saber wound.

“what about the force bond?” you asked her when she finally ended her story about how you became a jedi.

“between you and the sith?” silence overcame the room. seulgi brought up her hand to her brow. you felt something warm on your face, exactly where the master held her hand. “it’s similar to ours. most force bonds form between teacher and their apprentice.”

then, the kang took out her saber. “kyber crystals also use force bond, with us. what you have with that sith is a common occurrence, except it hadn’t happened between a jedi and a dark jedi since the first order-resistance war.”

“is that bad news for me, master kang?”

the jedi glanced to the side. “i don’t know yet.”

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when your padawan training ended, it only got harder. seulgi wasn’t as much above you as she used to be, but she was still wiser.

the kang told you to embrace the force bond, try to understand it. you could clearly remember how working on your bond with seulgi looked like, but she was a jedi. the knight you were bonded with was a sith, which ultimately made the task much harder.

it took you days of meditation before you got the first result. it might’ve been because of the sith forcing you out of her mind. about two weeks after your expedition to the cave of the evil, you woke up in unfamiliar setting.

‘woke up’ wasn’t exactly the accurate phrase, as you’ve never fallen asleep. during your meditation, you felt something change around you, and when you opened your eyes, you were sitting in front of the sith.

even though back in the cave, the only light source were your sabers, you could clearly remember her face. it slipped past your mind that she was even more beautiful up close.

you sat crosslegged in front of her to the point that your knees were almost touching. her eyes were closed, so you could only assume she was doing what you were previously.

you considered your options. this could’ve been a dream, you kept that in mind. but if it wasn’t, you had a sting force bond with the jedi. you could attack her now, while she seemed unaware of your presence, but you already learned that the pain you caused her, you caused yourself too.

there was also one theory left you had to check. you slowly raised your hand with the intention to touch her face.

the now alerted sith came back to her senses suddenly. she held up her hand, stopping yours midway.

your eyes widened, as did hers. you both looked at your hands, which were touching. you had a physical contact with the sith, even though you were supposed to be back in your sleeping headquarters.

“…a force dyad. two that are one.” the sith spoke. she was staring at your connected hands. you both should’ve attacked the other, but something was keeping you in place.

“how is that possible?” the sith’s eyes finally darted away and met your own.

“i wish i knew.” she slowly lowered her hand. “you’re a jedi.”

“and you’re a sith.”

“what is your name then, jedi?”

“y/n.” you could feel something pushing you mind. almost like the force was throwing you out.

“haewon. remember that, jedi.” in that moment, light flashed before your eyes and you were suddenly back in your sleeping headquarters. the sith had pushed you out of her mind again, but you confirmed what you wanted to know.

“i need to catch seulgi…” you muttered, standing up from your crosslegged position and running out of the room.

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[generation24]

슬기 ❀ Seulgi

강슬기 ❀ Kang Seulgi

© generation24

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Red Velvet and the haunted dorms [Ft. Super Junior] - Chapter 1/1

This is one of many archived fanfics featuring 1st and 2nd generation K-pop acts that I've come across recently. It's all in good fun, and maybe a bit cringeworthy! Just to clarify, I don't post fanfics, so I hope to the people that post and read K-pop fanfics makes sense. Credits go out to the original creator plincess_cho. *Note: Nothing in their post will change (unless necessary), other than being posted here, and the (Link) will be provided to the page that i found it on.

Characters:

Son Seungwan (Wendy), Kim Yerim (Yeri), Kang Seulgi, Bae Joohyun (Irene), Park Sooyoung (Joy), Kim Heechul, Choi Siwon, Cho Kyuhyun, Park Jungsoo (Lee Teuk), Kim Jongwoon (Yesung), Kim Ryeowook, Jeon Younghoon (Gunhee), Kim Taeyeon, Yook Sungjae, Kim Youngwoon (Kangin)

Summary:

Red Velvet move into Super Junior's old dorms. But are their dorms really haunted like everyone says?

Chapter 1:

“Welcome to your new dorm!” the manager says. He keys a passcode into the lock and pushes the door open. The members of Red Velvet follow him into their new home. They set down their suitcases in the main living area and look around. They look through the kitchen, peek into the bedrooms, and all reconvene in the main area so the manager can dole out living arrangements.

“There are enough bedrooms for everyone to have their own room,” he says. “Irene, since you’re the leader, you can pick first.”

“This is such a nice dorm!” she comments as she tries to decide which room to take. “Thanks for getting this for us, manager Oppa.”

“They almost gave you a dorm on the eleventh floor, but I managed to convince them to give you this one instead,” the manager says.

“What was wrong with the eleventh floor?” Seulgi asks.

“It…” the manger searches for the right word, “had the vague smell of bean paste.”

The girls look at each other in confusion but say nothing. Instead, they set about choosing their rooms and unpacking their suitcases as they wait for the rest of their things to arrive.

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“You moved into the old Super Junior dorms?” Sungjae says to Joy after a filming one day.

“I guess so?” Joy replies. “We’re on the sixth floor of the SM dorms in Gangnam, if that’s what you mean.”

Sungjae laughs. “Yep, that’s the one. I don’t want to freak you out or anything, but I’ve heard it’s haunted.”

“Haunted?” Joy exclaims. “What do you mean haunted?”

Sungjae shrugs. “That’s what Kangin said when he found out you were moving in. He said not to tell you but…”

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“Haunted?” Wendy repeats. “Their dorm is haunted?”

Taeyeon nods, completely serious. “That’s what Heechul told me. He said that after all of the members moved out, their spirits will haunt the dorms forever.”

Wendy eyes her skeptically. “But that was… Heechul. Don’t you think he might have been teasing you?”

Taeyeon ignores her and continues, “He says that sometimes, there’d be reports of screams late at night. Or the television turning on and off without anyone touching it, stuff like that.”

Wendy doesn’t know what to believe so she says nothing. Maybe she’ll invest in some night lights.

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“Is it true?” they ask their manager when they’re all back in the dorm for a dorm meeting.

“What?” the manager asks, looking up from his bowl of jjajjangmyeon.

“That our dorm is haunted,” Yeri says.

“This is Super Junior’s old dorm, isn’t it?” Wendy asks. “We’ve heard it’s… haunted.”

But their manager just laughs. “This dorm isn’t haunted. Super Junior probably just made up that rumour to scare you.”

The girls all look at each other. True, their Super Junior sunbaes do like to joke around, but would they joke around at their dongsaengs expense like this? Usually they play pranks on each other.

After their managers all leave, the girls have a powwow. “What do you think, Irene?” Seulgi asks. “It’s not haunted… right?”

“I think,” the leader says, “I think we should call Donghae. He’d tell us the truth about whether or not it was haunted.” She pulls out her phone and starts to dial when she remembers, “Oh, but he’s already left for the military. He won’t have his phone then I suppose.”

“Besides, Sungjae said that Kangin said that the dorms were haunted,” Joy adds, “so there’s really no use in calling them. I don’t think it’s actually haunted…” but her voice sounds unsure.

“I’ll guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” Wendy says.

They all change into their pyjamas and tuck themselves into bed. They all take the necessary precautions however; three members curl up with their trusty stuffed animals while two others plug in night lights before hitting the hay. You could never be too safe after all.

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“HAJIMA!”

Yeri jolts out of bed to the sound of a high pitched scream. She sits up in bed, breathing heavily, and hopes it was just a horrible dream.

But then it comes again. “HIGH FIVE HAJIMA!”

"What on earth?" Yeri doesn’t know what to do. The voice doesn’t sound like any of her bandmates, but what if they’re in trouble? She gets out of bed and creeps over to the door. Nervously she peers out into the hallway, but there’s no one there. She flicks on the lights and walks through the empty hallway to Irene’s room. "The screaming seems to have stopped, but what made that sound?”

“Irene?” she calls, knocking on the door. “Are you awake?”

No response.

“Irene?” she knocks again while opening the door. Inside, her leader is fast asleep, holding tightly to a stuffed dolphin. “Irene?”

“HIGH FIVE HAJIMA!” the yell comes again.

“Irene!” Yeri exclaims, shaking Irene awake.

“What?!” Irene screams. She realizes who’s shaking her and calms down a bit. “Yeri, what’s wrong?”

“I keep hearing someone screaming,” she says. “And… it’s not any of our members.”

Irene tries to control her breathing. “Well, maybe the walls are thin. We are living in a dorm after all.”

“HIGH FIVE HAJIMA!”

Yeri grabs onto Irene and they cling to each other in terror. They hear footsteps echoing down the hall as Seulgi and Wendy come to join them.

“Should we call someone?” Wendy asks.

“But who would we call?” Seulgi asks.

They stay up half the night waiting for the scream to come again, but they don’t hear the screams again. The four finally fall into a fitful sleep on Irene’s small bed, and when they wake up, they’re sore and tired. They stumble into the kitchen to find Joy eating a bowl of cereal.

“Good morning,” she greets them cheerfully before her brows furrow in concern, “What happened to you guys?”

“You didn’t hear the screaming?” Wendy asks.

Joy looks at them quizzically. “No. What screaming?”

The other four exchange looks. Had they made the whole thing up?

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Wendy sits down in the chair in the dressing room as one of the coordi unnie's starts working on her hair. She pulls out a brush and some hairspray and sets about styling Wendy’s hair.

“Unnie?” Wendy asks hesitantly. “You used to be one of the coordinoonas for Super Junior right?”

“For a little while, yes,” she replies.

“Did they… did they ever say anything about… about their dorm being haunted?” she asks.

The coordi unnie just laughs. “They say a lot of things, honey. You never know with those kids, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were spreading rumors.”

“But they’re just rumors, right?”

The coordi unnie stops brushing out Wendy’s hair to look at her in the mirror. “Of course they’re just rumours! None of the dorms are haunted.”

Wendy is about to protest and recount the story of the phantom screaming, but she decides against it. Maybe it was just a rumour.

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Besides the screams, other weird things seem to be happening. Every time they come back to the dorm, some piece of furniture is out of place. They often find the television on, always tuned to a Super Junior show. Weird things tend to go missing: first, it’s Yeri’s t-shirt. Then it’s the egg from Wendy’s bibimbap. Joy’s earphones disappear the day after.

“We probably just left them somewhere,” Irene tries to say.

“Or the ghosts took them,” Yeri says seriously.

Joy doesn’t know what to believe. Sure, she’s heard the rumours about their dorm being haunted, but she just can’t believe what her members are saying about the screams and the furniture.

“And it was yelling ‘high five hajima’?” she asks again. “That… that doesn’t even make sense.”

“Ghosts don’t make sense,” Yeri informs her solemnly. “Their logic is different from ours.”

“Yeri, you don’t actually believe there are ghosts in our dorm, do you?”

Yeri just shrugs.

“If there are really ghosts, how did Super Junior deal with them?” Joy asks.

“It’s Super Junior,” Irene replies. “The ghosts were probably afraid of them.”

The other members nod in agreement. They always knew when Super Junior were around because they were always so loud and boisterous. More than one of the managers had described them like a hurricane. “They’re loud, noisy, and they cause a lot of damage.”

“You haven’t heard the screaming again have you?” she asks.

The other members all exchange glances and shake their heads.

“Not yet anyways,” Seulgi says solemnly.

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That night, Joy tucks herself into bed after a long day. All she wants to do is relax before another day of filming. She reaches over to turn off the light and closes her eyes. She’s nearly asleep when she feels something wet on her cheek.

Drip.

She opens her eyes and looks around. She convinces herself it’s nothing and closes her eyes again.

Drip.

“It’s nothing,” she tells herself. “Nothing.”

Drip.

Drip drip drip.

Joy turns over and turns on the light. She’s alone in the room and there’s no sign of water anywhere. Where could it be coming from? She looks up at the ceiling but finds nothing. She crawls back into bed and squeezes her eyes tightly, trying to forget what the members had said about the dorm being haunted.

She falls asleep, but only for a few moments. She wakes up to a torrent of water and comes up sputtering. She screams as flails her arms for the light but when she turns it on, there’s no one there.

“Joy! Joy! Are you okay?” Irene bursts into her room. She sees Joy sitting up in bed, completely drenched. “What happened to you?”

“Somebody—somebody poured water on me!” Joy replies.

“Who?” Irene asks. “There’s nobody here.”

“I told you the dorm was haunted,” Yeri says, coming up behind Irene.

“It’s not…” Joy’s voice trails off.

“How else can you describe how you’re sopping wet if no one else dropped water on you?” Seulgi asks.

“I…”

“That’s it,” Irene announces. “I’m calling Siwon. We need him to pray the ghosts away.”

“But, but he’s in the army,” Wendy says. “I’ll call Taeyeon and see if she can help us. Maybe she can reach Siwon.”

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Taeyeon could not reach Siwon but she promises to send over the next best thing. A little while later, the girls open the door to someone shorter, skinnier, and more weirdly dressed than Siwon would ever dare to be.

“Someone called for an exorcist?” Heechul says, lifting the tip of his multi-coloured cowboy hat.

The girls all nod solemnly.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place. Exorcist assistant!” he bellows over his shoulder.

Another man walks in, carry a large duffel bag and looking someone less than amused.

“Who is that?” Seulgi whispers to Wendy. “He’s cute.”

“I think that’s his hairdresser, Gunhee,” she whispers back.

“He has his own personal hairdresser?”

“It’s Heechul.”

“Now in order to perform a proper exorcism, I need space to work,” Heechul says, motioning towards their kitchen table. The girls scurry to clean off the dishes while Gunhee sets the duffel bag on the cleared space. Heechul starts pulling a variety of random objects out of the bag, including a tub of bean paste, a Frozen Anna pillow, an Asuka doll, a can of corn (imported), a cat’s chew toy, Siwon’s Mr. Simple album, a stuffed lobster plushie, several large posters of himself, and a whole pile of shoelifts. The girls watch in amazement as he sets the items on the table. Gunhee just rolls his eyes.

“Watch the master,” he says, brandishing one of the shoelifts with a flourish.

First, he hangs up a poster of himself in each room in their dorm except the bathroom (“The humidity will ruin it”). Then, he sets the lobster plushie on the sofa (“I’d wash the slipcover after this,” Gunhee whispers to them. “You don’t want to know where that’s been”), the Anna pillow on Yeri’s bed, the Asuka doll next to Wendy’s teddy bear, and the Mr. Simple album on the coffee table. He starts humming as he opens the tub of bean paste and leaves it out next to all of their shoes (“But then our shoes will smell!” Irene protests. Heechul gives her a look and replies, “Don’t question my methods”). Finally, he tosses the cat’s chew toy onto the floor, sets the can of corn on the window sill, and starts sticking the shoelifts in any corner he can find.

“There,” he says, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “You’re safe.”

“Th-th-thank you, Heechul,” the girls say, somewhat bewildered at the weird scene that had just taken place.

Heechul makes Gunhee gather up the duffel bag and they bid the girls goodnight.

“Will that work?” Joy asks, the towel still around her shoulders.

“I hope so,” Irene replies. “Come on, let’s all get to bed.”

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And sure enough, Heechul’s weird methods do work. Nobody hears any more screaming and nobody wakes up drenched from a ghost. The girls finally start to relax and almost get used to tucking their shoes in plastic bags to avoid the smell of the bean paste. They nearly forget about their haunted dorm until one night late in January, the girls wake up to the sound of arguing. To the sound of male voices arguing. They all cluster in the hallway and tiptoe towards the source of the noise.

At first, they don’t see anyone, but as they tiptoe closer, they find a group of guys sitting in the kitchen, arguing loudly.

“No no, listen to me, first, we buy up all of the entertainment companies—with Siwon’s credit card of course. That way we can we over public opinion,” one voice says.

“Who gives a damn about public opinion? If we really want to take over Korea, we need an army, not just the public,” another interjects.

“The public can be an army!” a third protests. “If we combine our fans with TVXQ’s fans, we have an army right there.”

“Really we need the members in the army to start gathering recruits. So we have Eunhyuk in active duty, Siwon and Donghae in the police force, and Sungmin and Shindong in the military band.”

“Don’t forget about Yunho and Changmin. They’re in on this too.”

“So if we enlist the army, our fans, Kyuhyun’s gamer friends—”

“What about my gamer friends?”

“Fine, those too. If we effectively gather all of these groups plus the citizens, we can effectively begin our campaign to take over South Korea.”

Without thinking, Joy exclaims, “What?!”

The voices stop at once as everyone turns to face Joy.

“I… you’re… taking… Korea…” she stutters.

The boys all rise from the kitchen floor where they were sitting and turn to face the girls. They now realize it’s all of the non-enlisted Super Junior members. Leeteuk’s holding a giant map of Korea with military-style flags pinned at key cities, Kyuhyun is holding an elaborate set of charts, while Heechul carries what looks to be his cat.

“What are you doing here?” Yesung asks.

“We… we live here!” Wendy says, her voice squeaking.

“You live here? Since when?” Kyuhyun demands.

“Since… since you moved out!” Irene replies.

“Oh,” the boys say.

“Damn it! We did it again!” Leeteuk says. “Wrong dorm!”

The boys all quickly gather up the charts and maps (and cats) and hurry out the door, bowing their apologies as they leave. “Our apologies,” Leeteuk says. He bows deeply before shutting the door behind them.

The girls stand in awe for a long while.

“Did they—”

“Are they really—”

“What just happened?”

“I’m going back to bed.”

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The next day, the girls wake up to find their dorm exactly as it had been before Heechul “exorcised” it. Gone are the shoelifts in odd places. Gone is the tub of bean paste by their shoes. Gone are the posters of Heechul, his random dolls and pillows, and the lobster. Gone is the Mr. Simple album. And gone is the can of imported corn.

Their manager hurries them off to a music show. They hurriedly change into their stage outfits and find the styling room to sit in the chairs to let their coordis to their hair.

Then, like a hurricane of chaos, the Super Junior members enter the shared styling room yelling and pushing each other. The noise is almost deafening and the girls are all momentarily frightened, but the coordis continue as if nothing ever happened.

Heechul comes over to chat with the girls. “It’s the booyah kids!” he exclaims.

“Hi, Heechul,” they say in unison.

“Uhm, Heechul,” Irene ventures. “What… what exactly were you doing at our dorm last night?”

Leeteuk wanders over and wiggles his eyebrows. “Ohh, what was Heechul doing at your dorm last night?”

“You were there, Leeteuk. You should know!” Wendy says.

Both boys look confused. “We weren’t at your dorm last night.”

“You… yes, you were!” Yeri insists. “You were all sitting around the kitchen with all these maps and charts explaining how you were going to take over South Korea!”

The boys all look at each other and start high-fiving. “Yeah! Let’s take over South Korea!”

“And I’ll be the leader!” Kyuhyun announces proudly.

“Shut up, maknae, if anyone’s being the leader, it’s definitely going to be me!” Heechul exclaims.

The boys all start discussing how much fun it would be to actually take over Korea, but the poor Red Velvet members still need something resolved.

“Wait!” Irene shouts over all the noise. The boys quiet down. “So you weren’t at our dorm last night?”

“No!” they all exclaim.

“And you haven’t been moving our furniture or stealing our things or screaming in the middle of the night or throwing water on us?”

“Of course not,” Ryeowook replies. “Why would we do that?”

The Red Velvet members all exchange worried glances. “Then… then our dorm really is haunted.”

“But what about the exorcism Heechul did?” Seulgi asks.

“Woah, I’m not Siwon, I don’t do exorcisms,” Heechul replies. “Though really, neither does he so…”

Wendy, Irene, Seulgi, Yeri, and Joy look from the boys to each other.

“The dorm must really be haunted.”

Kyuhyun sidles up next to them. “So tell me about this plan the ghost version of us had to take over South Korea…”

[catboy-jaebeom]

this shapeshifting vessel is a lie

it's been a year already since my last pinned, and I got shadowbanned exactly around that time back then because of course I did, so here's a new one 🩷

I'm Autumn, but you can call me Faon as well. my pronouns are they/ them. ticked all the boxes on the queer registration form, and I'm currently in a queerplatonic poly relationship. I was born in '95. central european & white. future linguistics student. proud plant parent. kpop fan. I really adore vampires and I write original and fan fiction, as well as poetry. I speak english and german, and I'm studying french, japanese, korean and finnish. lover of bats, snakes, horsies, deer and cats, as well as sharks. I sometimes make cat ear edits and vampire edits of idols and actors ( see: my icon ) so if you want me to make one for you, you can DM me.

my interests and hyperfixations change over time — yes, it was a phase, mum! name a constant state of being, mum! — and I change my username every two years, round about. currently I'm really into the quantum leap spin-off, live action one piece show, and I'm watching a couple of kdramas and such at the side. I play baldur's gate 3, vampyr and control, but also 2064: read only memories.

I was very active in the shadowhunters and the dragon age as well as the james bond / 00q fandoms, and I will reblog every single gif of spirit - stallion of the cimarron, it's my childhood movie. also, Jin Oshiro from STRAY (2019) deserved better, thank you. you may know me as leafmiilk, taehdenveri, fliederfuchs or thetevinterelf.

this blog of mine was created in 2012, I was on here already when you could still count on the superwholock people to throw gifs at posts although I was never one of them, which, trust me, was a hilarious feeling in hindsight asjfjahajft. I have one sideblog worthy of note @splittergheist which is my writing blog, and I have a secret sideblog for my omegaverse / miscecanis stuff ( much more the lifestyle, world building and concept than the smut and stuff, I'll be honest, but no hate at all!! ) that I might give out if someone asks nicely and privately.

that said, I tag my posts extensively, and if you ask politely, I will try and tag specific things for you too! please be nice in my inbox or I'll simply delete your ask and block you. 🦈 oftentimes I will message you privately when you've sent me an ask that doesn't seem to be an ask game or such! and while I do post stuff for tag games I'm not a fan of tagging others unless we're, like, really close, sorry ><

relevant kpop stuff can be found under the tag. I also put some "reviews" written by mutuals about my blog there, thank you everyone, you're lovely 💚🌼

and thank you everyone else for reading this, may your days be bright I think we all could need that at the moment. I would super love new people to talk to ( please have your age / some approximate of it in your bio; I'm totally fine with talking to minors but I would like to know I am before I do, thank u ) so message me or reply to this!

kpop stuff

ult group: GOT7

other groups I like: NCT 127, WayV, Red Velvet, ITZY, Seventeen, SHINee, ONEUS; ...

soloists I like: XIA / Kim Junsu, Taemin

biases: Lim Jaebeom & Choi Youngjae; Nakamoto Yuta; Xiaojun; Kang Seulgi; Hwang Yeji; Joshua Hong & Lee Seokmin; Choi Minho & Taemin; Kim Leedo & Lee Seoho; Park Seonghwa & Jeong Yunho; Kanemoto Yoshi; ...

wreckers: Mark Tuan & Kim Yugyeom; Ten Lee; Kim Mingyu & Lee Woozi; Kang Yeosang & Song Mingi; ...

for as long as xitter still lives, you can find my kpop account under: jaebueomgi

blog reviews

@meant-to-be-a-hero wrote on 22nd November:

Shall I compare Autumn's blog to a summer's day? I shall not, because I am not a hack. Equal parts language jokes, kpop boys (and girls, but I don't look at those) and #bitter millennial blogging, there's something for everyone here at Autumn's blog. They are also one of the few people who still write funky things in the tags, a true dying breed on Tumblr. I feel like I'm reviewing a restaurant or something. Either way, click follow, thank me later, because you will. It's a good blog, Bront.

— ★★★★★(★★) [ 7 out of 5 ]

@klutenpetter wrote on 22nd November:

It seems I have misplaced the URL of the blog in question that I was supposed to review.

— ★★★★★ [ 5 out of 5 ]

[junieworld]

want to tag me in stuff?

if you want to tag me in your lovely creations please feel free to use #chewielook

things that you can tag me on...

roleplay community wise

— google doc templates — templates (for photoshop or photopea or canva) — gif packs — gif icons — dash icons — icons — full transperancy i will prefer to be tagged in content made for fcs of colors, or fcs that are minorities in any way rather than just cis white straight abled bodied people. so! do with that info what you will.

shows wise (i dont watch a lot of shows but am always here to reblog content from them!)

— dropout tv shows (dimension20, noisemaker, vip, game changer, etc) — doctor who — we bare bears — avatar the last airbender and the legend of korra — haikyuu!! — the great british bake off — pokemon: ultimate journeys (or any pokemon stuff tbh) — bridgerton (and queen charlotte) — one day at a time — derry girls (we love girl losers) — heartstopper — wednesday — scooby doo shows and movies — interview with a vampire — korean dramas — rupaul's drag race (any country is good! and solo stuff from drag queens is also good!) — what we do in the shadows — anything i might like based from this list! — if we are mutuals you can honestly tag me in anything and i will reblog it even if i don't watch it (example: yellowjackets, not my cup of tea i reblog the shit off it bc we love lesbians)

games wise

— stardew valley (modded stuff is okay) — fields of mistria — sims 4 (modded stuff is okay!) — legend of zelda: breath of the wild and tears of the kingdom (honestly any link game) — terraria — sunhaven — nancy drew games! — similar games? same rules applies, if we are mutual tag me in whatever you want.

musicians wise

— chapell roan — billie eilish — stray kids (all subunits and solos) — twice !!!! (all subunits and solos) — seventeen (all subunits and solos) — red velvet — kang seulgi — exo (all subunits and solos) — lee sunmi — jeon somi — bad bunny — the marias — megan thee stallion — snsd (all subunits and solos) — ethel cain — lola young — giveon — ayra starr — blackpink — jennie — lalisa — paramore — yeule — anything you think i might like? if we are mutuals you can tag me in whatever you want.

[gl-saveme]

I haven't watched friendly rivalry yet, criminal I know but I have no idea what the plot is, Can you please summarise it ???

Ooo ok I really liked it and think it's worth checking out!!

It’s set in this crazy intense elite girls' high school—Seulgi (Chung Subin) is the new girl with a pretty sad backstory who decides getting good test scores no matter the means is her way to an easier life i guess?? until she learns some news about her father. She transfers to said girls' school and meets the school’s top student Jaeyi (Lee Hyeri), and their "rivalry" turns into this dangerously intense connection 👀 There's also some other students close to Jaeyi, Choi Kyung (Oh Woori) and Joo Yeri (Kang Hyewon) who add to the chaos of it all and basically there's lots of crazy stuff going on at this school and with these teenagers that predates Seulgi's arrival.

It’s definitely not a Thai GL, so don’t expect full on PDA but that's not out of the ordinary for kdramas (I'm sure you've seen the bath tub scene by now). The queer tension is palpable. And the actresses are so good it’ll ruin you a little. 🔥🖤