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f1-mcmuffin · 2 months ago

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Hii i was wondering if u can do my request where reader is like the fifth member of bp and she is dating lando and she came to the race

YESSS!!! Of course. I was planning on doing something like this, and you just gave me the motivation, so thank you. Hopefully, I met your standards.

an - updated, i'm trying to wither out the use of (y/n)

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(Requested) Lando Norris x 5th Member of BLACKPINK Reader

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Barcelona Grand Prix – Saturday Morning, Quali.

The sun was already high and golden over the Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya. Fans were pressed against the barricades lining the paddock entrance, phones raised, merch clutched tight, waiting for glimpses of drivers, team principals, or—if they were lucky—someone unexpected. And then, just as the buzz began to dip…

They appeared.

Lando Norris, in some baggy blue jeans, wife-beater with a button-up as a cover, tinted sunglasses, and casual shoes, cool and composed, walking hand in hand with her —member of BLACKPINK, global pop phenomenon, and the most reserved of the group until now.

She was effortlessly striking in her outfit: tailored black wide-leg trousers, a crisp white corset top, sleek sunglasses, and her long hair pulled into a low twist that framed her face with soft elegance and her signature silver “BP5” ring caught the Mediterranean sunlight. On her shoulder, a small bag with a silver McLaren logo—a gift from Lando, customized for her. Subtle. But personal.

Click. Click. Click.

Cameras erupted like fireworks.

The paddock practically froze. They hadn’t seen a launch like this in a while. Not through Instagram. Not a blurry paparazzi shot. Hand in hand, side by side—no room for doubt. PR staff members tensed. Journalists exchanged frantic glances. Fans screamed. And somewhere in the blur, someone whispered:

“Is that…?”

“Is this for real?!”

“Wait, she's my bias”

“She’s dating Lando?!”

“Wait… are they dating?”

“That’s Lando’s girlfriend?”

Lando kept his hand wrapped around hers, thumb gently rubbing over her knuckles—a grounding gesture, one that steadied her even with the chaos humming around them. She leaned into him slightly as they walked, letting him lead her past the sea of cameras.She took it all in—the garages, the engineers, the humming sound of the cars being prepped. Every now and then, a camera lens would catch her, and soon, fans on Twitter were piecing it all together.

Twitter/X: @f1updates: NEW WAG FROM GIRL GROUP BLACKPINK JUST WALKED IN HOLDING LANDO NORRIS’ HAND??? THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

People pretended not to stare—but they stared. Mechanics, media crews, engineers, interns, even other drivers mid-conversation paused just a beat too long. The Paddock had seen supermodels, celebrities, and even royals. But not like this. Oscar Piastri looked up from his water bottle and nudged someone. “Lily, that’s (Y/n), right?”

“From BLACKPINK?” asked his girlfriend, Lily, blinking hard.

Oscar grinned. “I guess we’re having a real K-pop moment.” In the hospitality suite, Lando gently introduced her to Oscar and Lily,

“This is Oscar. And Lily—his better half.” Lando said, his arm now around her waist. the energy a little awkward at first. She smiled warmly as Lily stepped forward. “You’re glowing,” Lily said, leaning in for a friendly cheek kiss. “Aw, thank you.”

“I can’t imagine walking in here with everyone staring at me like that,” Lily said gently.

She laughed, small and polite. “It feels like walking into a lion’s den covered in meat.”

Lily snorted. “Perfect analogy. C’mon, I’ll show you where to escape the cameras.”

“I’d love that,” She said, immediately relieved. Lily looped her arm around hers. They walked ahead, letting the boys talk strategy. Within ten minutes, the two were chatting like they'd known each other for weeks. Lily guided her through the paddock rhythm—where to stand, when to move, how not to accidentally get run over by a scooter. And most importantly, how to survive the internet later.

Barcelona Grand Prix – Race Day

The sun was harsher today, the air heavy with race-day nerves. Fans had already started lining the barricades before the teams had even finished breakfast. Reporters sharpened their pens. The broadcast crew had their cameras locked in. And like the most anticipated sequel, they returned.

Hand in hand again, this time walking slower, quieter—but no less magnetic. Gone was the sleek, polished “statement” energy of the day before. Today, it was personal.

She wore a cropped vintage McLaren tee—cut just enough to show a sliver of skin above a black MUI MUI Velour mini skirt. Her hair was down with curls that bounced with each step. Simple gold hoops, black sunglasses, and McLaren-designed acrylic nails with a subtle nod to Lando’s livery completed the look. She looked like a girlfriend, not a global pop star. And that somehow made it all the more stunning.

Lando kept it casual too: black relaxed-fit trousers, crisp white trainers, and a grey quarter-zip layered over his race tee, the collar tugged slightly open at the base like he’d been rushing. His McLaren backpack was slung lazily over one shoulder, and with his free hand, he squeezed her fingers now and then, the way you’d tap someone just to say I’m here.

Photographers were more aggressive, some even tried jogging backwards to get a cleaner shot.

Some fans screamed their names. Others… less friendly.

“Lando, focus on the race!”

“We love y'all!”

“She’s not even wearing a pass—oh, wait, it’s on her bag.”

“They’re kinda iconic, I won’t lie.”

“This is not a music video, it’s Formula One!”

A teen girl behind the barrier shouted, “GIRLIE, YOU LOOK AMAZING!”

She turned, smiled, and blew her a kiss

The girl screamed like she’d won the lottery.

They didn’t say much as they crossed the paddock. They didn’t have to. She caught glimpses—team members pretending not to stare, a Sky Sports camera shifting toward them, a McLaren PR assistant whispering urgently into a mic. But Lando kept his pace steady, his hold on her hand firm, and when they reached the McLaren entrance, he leaned in.

“You alright?” he murmured, eyes scanning her expression.

She nodded once. “Yea, you?”

He smirked just slightly. “I mean, we’re trending. Again.”

She rolled her eyes and bumped her shoulder into his. “Hope your car’s faster than your Instagram feed.” Lando let out a quiet laugh and pulled her a little closer so he could wrap his arm around her shoulders. Her arm went to his waist as they disappeared into the team suite, camera shutters echoing after them. And that was it. Just a walk, on a Sunday morning, between a pop star and her driver. But to the world, it was everything.

When the race began, She stood just behind the McLaren pit wall, headphones on, sunglasses up, watching every second of it.

The moment She was shown on the global broadcast, everything exploded. She’d just pulled her hair up into a loose claw clip, sipping water, nodding at something Lily pointed out on the grid when the commentator’s voice broke through screens worldwide:

“And there’s BLACKPINK’s fifth member—here supporting her partner, Lando Norris. The paddock’s real showstopper this weekend!”

Her name trended within minutes.

Twitter/X [Screengrab of her in Lando’s garage] @/F1teaqueen: WHO is the girl in Lando’s garage, and WHY is she hotter than the sun?? @/landohive: Not her looking calm while Lando is fighting for his LIFE in that last stint 💅 that’s a WAG if I’ve ever seen one @/blinkontrack: Blinks are invading F1 Twitter rn sorry but we’re HERE FOR OUR GIRL 😭💅 “WAG era unlocked” ”SHE’S SOO PRETTY” “The grid girls could never”

The cars roared past with violent beauty, but she wasn’t looking at the track. It was louder than she expected. She gripped Lily’s arm once when Lando overtook someone on a corner and again when his engineer called in with urgent tire strategy changes.

Lando had started P5. But through sheer grit—and a well-timed pit stop—he was P1 in the final ten laps. She was on her feet, clapping, heart racing. And when he crossed the finish line in first, a poll finish, the crowd and garage erupted. Mechanics cheered—and the cameras found her instantly. His name lit up on the timing screens, the McLaren garage erupting in cheers. Mechanics jumped, engineers clapped, and Zak Brown released a full-bodied “YES, mate!”

Still strapped in his McLaren, Lando slammed his fist against the top of the wheel in celebration. The orange beast was sitting in its box— first on the podium. He unbuckled fast, snatched off his steering wheel, and launched it into the car holder. Helmet off. Balaclava peeled. Hair sweaty, eyes wide, heart pumping like mad. But he wasn’t looking at the cameras.

He was looking for her.

Across the barrier, She stood with her hands pressed to her mouth, eyes glistening under the brim of his McLaren cap. Her voice was hoarse from cheering. And when he spotted her? He bolted.

No cameras. No press. No protocol.

full race suit, gloves half-off, Lando dodged past a Sky mic and made a beeline straight to the barrier. A security guy instinctively stepped forward, but Lando waved him off and leaned across the partition. She didn’t wait.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he grabbed her in an unfiltered, full-body hug. Lifting her off the ground just slightly, arms locked around her middle like he never wanted to let go. She laughed—light, breathless, near tears. “You did it.”

He mumbled something into her hair, something no mic could catch, but she nodded and pressed her forehead to his. The crowd’s noise faded into a low hum for just a second. A moment stolen between champagne and ceremony.

“P1, baby,” he whispered. “That was for you.”

She pulled back just enough to look at him, hands on his flushed cheeks. “I’m so proud of you.” He grinned, breath still uneven, and rested his forehead against hers one last second before pulling back. “Okay. I gotta go do the whole... champagne thing.”

She laughed, eyes dancing. “Just don’t hit me with it.”

“No promises.”

The photos hit the internet minutes later:

Lando in his sweaty race suit, hugging her like they hadn’t just soft-launched the day before. Her smile mid-laugh, his eyes closed, their bodies pressed tight like no cameras were there at all.

Twitter/X: “He ran STRAIGHT to her omg my heart 🧡” “Not Lando looking like a Disney prince in race gear.” “She whispered ‘I’m proud of you’ is cinema.” “They’re just…ugh. The way he held her.”

When he climbed up to the podium, her jaw dropped seeing how effortlessly he belonged up there—confident, flushed with adrenaline. Their eyes met. He stood P1, cap slightly askew, heart still racing. But his eyes? His eyes were only on her. She stood just beyond the fence with the McLaren team, eyes locked on his like the world had slowed down for just them.

She wasn’t filming on her phone. She wasn’t looking at the crowd or the jumbotron.

She was looking at him—shoulders straight, McLaren hat now turned backward, sunglasses tucked away on her shirt. Her lips parted just slightly, a breath caught in her chest, hands wrapped tight around her pass lanyard.

She looked like she was trying to memorize him. Like she didn’t want to blink and miss this version of him: sweaty, grinning, flushed with victory. He stared back. Not at the trophy. Not at the camera. Not at the crowd.

Just her.

It was a silent conversation stretched over a sea of noise.

When the anthem ended and the trophies were handed out, he lifted his bottle, shook it once—and in a bold, mischievous spin, he aimed his champagne bottle right at her.

“NO—!” she shrieked, ducking just a second too late as cold, bubbly mist splashed across her shoulders, her legs, and her shoes. She laughed, mouth open in disbelief as the crowd howled, the cameras zooming in on her shocked but giggling face. “Lando!” she shouted, half-laughing, half-scolding—but with that grin she got when he made her feel sixteen again.

He just threw his head back and laughed, pointing down at her like it was the best aim he’d ever had. Charles, on the top step, clapped him on the back while Max raised a brow, smirking.

“Love’s got you reckless, mate,” Max muttered under his breath.

Lando winked.

Twitter/X: @blackpinkglobal: LANDO SPRAYING HER WITH CHAMPAGNE ON THE PODIUM I'M GOING INSANE

Back down in the crowd, couldn’t stop smiling. She wiped her legs with a towel a mechanic handed her, muttering “unbelievable” with a shake of her head, but her eyes never left the podium.

Even after the music faded and the ceremony wrapped, even as the drivers were ushered away for media and debriefs, Lando turned one more time before stepping off the stage.

She was still watching him. And he gave her one last look. She kissed her hand and waved it at him. A smile stretched across his face before he was ushered away

After the media, the champagne, and the photos, they found a moment alone—tucked away in one of the private corners of the McLaren motorhome, lights dimmed, the buzz of the race slowly fading outside.

She curled in an oversized hoodie—his hoodie—draped down to her thighs, sleeves swallowing her hands. She still smelled faintly of champagne and summer air, skin warm from the Spanish sun.

Lando leaned against the wall beside her, cheeks flushed from adrenaline and a thousand camera flashes. His curls were messy, still damp from the podium celebration.

For a second, they just looked at each other—silent, smiling, suspended in the calm after the storm.

“You looked good up there,” she said softly, her voice still a little hoarse from screaming trackside. “Like… born to be there.” trying to figure out the words.

“And you,” he replied, stepping closer, “looked like my lucky charm.”

A breathless laugh left her lips as she glanced up. “Is that your way of saying I should come to every race?”

“I’m saying,” he murmured, reaching out to tuck a damp strand of hair behind her ear, “I drove like hell because I knew you were watching. I didn’t want to let you down.” Her lips parted. Her breath hitched.

“I could never be disappointed in you,” she whispered, and before she could say anything more, he leaned in—pressing his lips to hers. It was soft at first. Warm and steady. Her hand rose to the side of his neck, his arms wrapping around her waist like he couldn’t believe she was there, real and glowing and his. Then he deepened it—urgent now, like everything that had built up between them finally burst open. His hands slid up to cup her face gently, her hoodie sleeves bunched between them. She smiled mid-kiss, tilting her head just enough to match his rhythm. He tasted like adrenaline and Gatorade and something entirely Lando.

When they pulled back, foreheads still touching, his voice was barely above a whisper.

“You kiss like you’re trying to kill me.”

She grinned, brushing her thumb along his jaw. “You kissed me first.”

He laughed—full and soft- and then kissed her again, quicker this time, just because he could.

The Morning After

Sunlight filtered in through gauzy curtains, painting gold across the sheets. She stirred first, her cheek pressed to his bare chest. His arm was slung over her bare back, heavy and warm, fingers resting at the dip of her spine. His heart beat steady beneath her ear. She shifted slightly, and his arm tightened.

“Mmm… stay,” he murmured, his voice gravelly and half-asleep.

“I wasn’t going anywhere,” she whispered back, lips brushing the skin just over his heart.

He cracked one eye open, curls a mess, lashes tangled from sleep. “You’re real, yeah?”

She smiled, nudging his chin up with her fingers. “Very.”

He leaned in and kissed her slowly—like a secret, like a promise—and then buried his face in her hair, mumbling, “Best podium I’ve ever had.”

She giggled, tracing lazy circles on his chest. “You’re disgusting.”

“And you love it.”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. The way she held him said everything.

Same Night — Internet Breaks

@F1HARDWIRE "BLACKPINK's fifth member spotted with Lando Norris—hand in hand 👀 Relationship soft-launch confirmed?"

@BLACKPINKGLOBAL "Our girl supporting Lando at the Barcelona GP. The way he sprayed her with champagne and she LAUGHED? Soulmates."

@Formula_tea "BLACKPINK showing up in the McLaren garage is actually the wildest crossover of 2025."

@trackratforever: “I’m sorry, why is a KPOP IDOL in the garage like she knows what DRS is 💀 stick to dancing.”

@lovesickf1: “ Her in a paddock dress and sunglasses while Oscar tries to explain tire degradation to her is PEAK WAG behavior. I’m obsessed.”

@blinksy: “The way Lando LOOKS at her… I’d quit my job for less.”

@landoismybfnotreally: “As long as he treats her right, we’re cool. If he breaks her heart, we riot.”

@girlsontrackk: “WHO HAD BLACKPINK X F1 ON THEIR 2025 BINGO CARD??”

@lanpink_edits: “When a literal global superstar dates the grid’s golden retriever…”

Comments ranged from chaos to thirst to full support:

“I know Lando hasn’t seen her live because he would NOT survive ‘Tally’ or ‘Pretty Savage.’”

“If she’s bringing the girls to a race, the entire paddock is done for.”

“Imagine Toto Wolff trying to understand a BLACKPINK lightstick.”

Within hours, hashtags exploded

#PinkPitstop #Blackpinkinyourarea #ProtectLando #BLACKPINKOT4 #HeCanDoBetter #KickherOUT #SheDeservesBetter #F1BLINKS

She didn’t say a word. She just posted a photo on Instagram:

@/yourusername

❤️ 5.7M 💬 36.3k ➤ 512k

Yourusername been together for a while now. 🧡🏆 finally get to show you off 🧸

Comments:

@/USER1 GRID PRINCESS

@/jennierubyjane I saw you on TV. You are so pretty 🥺

↳ Yourusername stawpp 🙂‍↔️

@/USER2 F1 just got 10x hotter

@/GeorgeRussell63 Still waiting for BLACKPINK to teach us choreo. I’ll bring the helmet

@/USER3 THIS CROSSOVER IS INSANE

@/USER4 power couple 🤞

@/pierregasly Never seen Lando smile that much before. Congrats mate 👀

@/paddocktea y’all she was wearing his chain in the garage HIS CHAIN AHH

@/USER5 god really has favorites 😔😔

@/chaoticblink First Jennie dated Kai, NOW shes is dating an F1 driver? Blackpink's dating rosters stay elite

@/USER6 can’t believe Lando is now known as “Her boyfriend” to half the internet 🥹

@/Sooyaaa_ 의심스러운 활동 🕵🏻‍♂️🤔 (suspicious activity)

↳ Yourusername 🫣

@/Teamlando If she shows up to Silverstone, it’s OVER for all of us

@/yn’sluvbot LANDO YOU BETTER BE TREATING OUR GIRL RIGHT OR we’re coming for u

@/charles_leclerc Me and Alex want VIP tickets

↳ Yourusername Straight to the point 😭

@/lalalalisa_m 😍👏👏

↳ Yourusername 🧡

@/danielricciardo Can I meet Rosè? 😁

↳ roses_are_rosie 🙋‍♀️

Part 2

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jxmis · 3 months ago

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You're Losing Me

Parings: Rosé Park x Reader

Summary: Y/N struggles with Rosé’s growing distance as fame consumes her. As their relationship slowly fades, someone unexpected is always there, offering comfort and understanding.

Warning(s): angst, bit of fluff, slight swearing, toxic behavior

A/N: Heyyyy.. kinda back.. kinda not lol. The pinks have been feeding us a lot recently. Been obsessed with them soooo here's this. I was driving this early morning and this song (You're Losing Me by Taylor Swift) came up after not listening to it for a longgg time and I immediately thought of rosé idk why. since i have a lot of free time rn.. decided to make a lil something. Plus i’ve had this lil graphic design made for monthsss now and i just wanna use it already 😭

The dim glow of Seoul’s skyline flickered beyond the glass windows of Y/N’s studio, the city alive with a pulse that she no longer felt. A year ago, nights like these were filled with laughter, tangled limbs, and whispered dreams. Now, the only sound was the steady hum of the speakers, a beat playing on loop—one she couldn’t bring herself to finish.

Rosé was overseas again. Paris, maybe. Or New York. The details had blurred together, lost in a schedule that no longer included her.

Their relationship had been an open secret among close friends. Between their packed schedules, stolen weekends in hidden corners of Seoul, and phone calls with whispered confessions in-between rehearsals, they had built something real. Something unshakable.

Or so Y/N thought.

Before everything started slipping, they had shared some of their happiest moments together.

"Yah, stop running away!" Rosé whined as Y/N dodged her attempt to smear cake frosting on their face. They had been celebrating Y/N’s first solo win at a hidden café in Hongdae, far from prying eyes. Jennie, Lisa, and Jisoo were there, laughing at their antics, while Jimin and Ryujin cheered Rosé on hoping for her to succeed.

"Baby, if you ruin my outfit, I'll make sure to trip you on stage next comeback," Y/N threatened playfully, making the girls cackle in the background.

"Oh, please, like you could ever hurt me," Rosé teased, but there was nothing but love in her eyes.

It was easy then. Love had been easy. So what went wrong?

That was before Rosé’s solo career took off. After finally taking charge of her own solo career path, outside of YG. In which you've been nothing but supportive and are very proud of her. However, you can't help but notice the slight ways your relationship has changed. How it's slowly dying.

Y/N traced absent-minded circles on the notebook in front of her, lyrics smudged by ink-stained fingertips. Their phone buzzed, the name flashing across the screen momentarily igniting something in their chest. My Number One Girl 🌹.

With a sharp inhale, she grabbed the device. "Hey," her voice was quiet, cautious.

"Hey, babe." The sound of music and indistinct chatter filtered through the call, Rosé’s voice distant. "Just landed in LA. I have a shoot tomorrow, but I wanted to check in. You’re good, right?"

Y/N forced a smile, even though Rosé couldn’t see. "Yeah, just working on some music. How’s everything?"

"Crazy, but good. Lisa and Jennie are here too. We were just talking about you!"

That should’ve made her happy. It didn’t. "Oh?"

"Yeah! Lisa was saying how we should all hang out when I’m back. We really need to!" Rosé’s laugh was bright, but Y/N noticed the way it felt... practiced. "Anyway, I have to go soon, but I’ll text you, okay? Love you."

"Love you too." But the line had already gone dead.

Y/N let the phone drop onto the desk, staring at it like it might somehow hold answers. She knew Rosé meant well. She knew Rosé loved her. But love wasn’t supposed to feel this lonely.

"She’s losing you, Y/N," Jimin said bluntly, stirring her iced coffee as they sat in a small café tucked away from the bustle of the city. "And she doesn’t even realize it."

Y/N sighed, slumping against the seat. "I know."

"Then why are you letting it happen?" Jimin’s dark eyes searched her face, concern evident. "You deserve more than just leftovers of someone’s time."

Ryujin nudged Jimin’s arm. "Not everyone can walk away so easily. Y/N and Rosé… they’ve been through a lot."

"But at what cost?" Jimin countered. "A relationship shouldn’t feel like this. Y/N shouldn't be staying in this relationship just because they've been through a lot together. What matters most is the present. And currently she’s being treated like shit."

Y/N ran a hand through her hair, frustration bubbling beneath her ribs. "It’s not that simple."

Jimin leaned forward, voice softer now. "I know it’s not. But you shouldn’t have to beg to be remembered. Shouldn't have to beg for someone's time and effort. A relationship goes both ways. It can't always be you giving and giving while getting the bare minimum.. mostly nothing in return."

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That night, Y/N stared at the half-finished song on her desk, her chest tight. The words weren’t about passion or longing anymore. They were about absence. About someone slipping through her fingers like grains of sand, no matter how hard she tried to hold on.

Rosé was still hers. But for how much longer?

Days turned to weeks. The distance stretched further, Rosie’s messages growing shorter, the time between them longer. Y/N kept telling herself she was fine. That this was temporary. That Rosé would come back and everything would be as it was.

But when Rosé finally returned to Seoul, nothing felt the same.

They sat in Y/N’s apartment, the city buzzing outside. Rosie looked tired, but radiant. The kind of glow that came from living in the center of the world.

"I missed you," Y/N said softly, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Rosé’s ear.

Rosé smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "I missed you too."

Lies tasted sweet when spoken softly. Y/N swallowed them whole.

They tried. They really did. But something had shifted, and no amount of whispered promises or late-night apologies could stitch them back together.

And then, one night, Y/N stopped waiting.

Jimin found Y/N on the rooftop of the company building, knees pulled to her chest, a cigarette burning between her fingers.

"You don’t even smoke," Jimin remarked, plucking it away before Y/N could argue.

Y/N exhaled, the cold air biting at her skin. "It’s over."

Jimin sat beside her, silent for a moment. "Did she say that?"

"She didn’t have to. She’s been saying it in every missed call, every canceled plan, every excuse," you respond, your tone filled with nothing but acceptance.

Jimin’s fingers brushed against Y/N’s hand, tentative. "I’m sorry."

Y/N turned to look at her, really look at her. Jimin, who had been there through every breakdown. Jimin, who never forgot to check in. Jimin, who was always waiting in the wings, never asking for more than Y/N was willing to give.

And for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt seen.

The rooftop lights cast a soft glow around them, the city stretching endlessly beyond. Y/N’s heartbeat was steady, a slow rhythm against the chaos of her mind.

She didn’t know what this was. Not yet.

But maybe, just maybe, she was finally ready to find out. However, a soft buzz from her phone pulls her thoughts away.

[ROSÉ]: Just landed back in Korea. I miss you. I’ll see you soon, love.

You stare at the message, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Why is she suddenly messaging you this now? Love… Rosé texting that seems foreign to you now. It feels out of place, like a word from another lifetime.

You keep staring at the message, your mind racing. What once felt like a natural connection now seems like a puzzle you can't quite solve. Time seems to stretch, and what feels like hours pass. You’re lost in your own thoughts, so absorbed that you forget Jimin is sitting right next to you. Her concern grows as she watches you, her eyes flickering between you and the screen, unsure if you're okay.

"Wanna go grab dinner at your favorite hotpot place? It's on me," Jimin asks suddenly. The softness in her tone catches you off guard, snapping you out of your spiral of thoughts. You blink a few times, trying to process everything. The quiet care in her voice stirs something in your chest, making you realize just how much you’ve been blindsided recently. How wrapped up you've been in everything else, only to now notice the concern in Jimin's eyes and the offer to be there for you.

Now, a choice stood before them.

And for the first time, Y/N wasn’t sure if they would choose Rosé.

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝ ⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝ ⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──

The end.

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mahteeez · 3 months ago

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⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐒𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎

(Perv!Lisa x Leitora)

⢷⠀Gênero: Smut.

⢷⠀Avisos: MDNI, sáfico, masturbação explícita, palavras de baixo calão, roubo de calcinha, e outras gostosuras impróprias.

⢷⠀Notas: Lalisão sendo uma grande pervertida, amo amo.

Dividir um apartamento com alguém definitivamente não estava nos seus planos quando decidiu se mudar. Você queria seu próprio espaço, seu próprio canto, sem ter que lidar com o caos de outra pessoa. Mas imprevistos acontecem, aluguel caro demais, um emprego perdido no meio do caminho, contas que começaram a pesar mais do que o esperado. O futuro é imprevisível, e encontrar uma colega de apartamento tornou-se uma necessidade.

Para sua sorte, o universo foi generoso e colocou Lisa no seu caminho, uma resposta rápida a um anúncio deveras desesperado, um encontro breve em uma cafeteria qualquer, onde o sorriso gentil e o jeito descomplicado dela fizeram parecer uma boa ideia. Você precisava de alguém para dividir as despesas, e Lisa precisava de um lugar para ficar. Simples.

E, apesar das rotinas conflitantes, a convivência com ela se mostrou tranquila. Pequenos bilhetes colados na geladeira, cada uma com suas tarefas para manter o ambiente organizado, perfumes distintos se misturando no ar. Uma dinâmica prática, sem grandes momentos, sem grandes problemas.

Mas Lisa gosta de observar.

Não de um jeito óbvio, claro. É sutil, escondido nos detalhes. No jeito como os olhos dela a seguem quando você passa pela sala usando um pijama curto, no modo como ela nota os pequenos sinais deixados pela sua presença; uma porta entreaberta, um sutiã jogado sobre a cama, um frasco de hidratante pela metade na cômoda. Lisa absorve tudo, cada detalhe banal se tornando um pequeno estímulo. E é por isso que, nos raros momentos em que o apartamento pertence apenas a ela, a necessidade se torna insuportável.

Ela espera ansiosamente por esses momentos. O eco da porta se fechando atrás de você, os minutos passando lentamente até que ela tenha certeza de que você não voltará tão cedo. Então, Lisa se move, o caminho até seu quarto já é automático, como se fosse dela. O cheiro do seu shampoo ainda paira no ar e a visão da cama desarrumada, dos pequenos vestígios da sua presença, faz o corpo de Lisa esquentar.

O pequeno cesto de roupas aberto no canto do quarto soa como um convite. Lisa desliza os dedos entre os tecidos, sentindo a textura das peças antes de escolher uma, aquela peça delicada específica. O pano macio ainda guarda o calor do seu corpo, o cheiro inconfundível de quem você é. O peito sobe e desce em antecipação, a calcinha tremendo levemente entre a mão de Lisa enquanto ela a leva até o rosto, enterrando-se ali, inspirando fundo como uma viciada desesperada pela próxima dose.

O ar quente que escapa dos lábios faz a pele arder. A buceta pulsa, úmida, faminta. Lisa não perde tempo, ela se joga na sua cama, o coração martelando, os dedos impacientes já levando a calcinha usada de encontro à boca, a língua deslizando pelo tecido na ilusão suja de provar você. Um gemido falho escapa do fundo da garganta enquanto ela desce a outra mão entre as pernas, os dedos mergulhando direto na bucetinha encharcada, afundando-se.

— Porra… — Lisa sussurra, os quadris se movendo, esfregando-se contra os próprios dedos como uma vadiazinha desesperada.

Ela imagina você ali, nua, entregando-se sem resistência. Imagina sua boca na dela, seu corpo quente e suado pressionado contra o seu. Os gemidos são abafados pelo tecido molhado, a língua lambendo cada centímetro, querendo que fosse você se contorcendo sobre a boquinha dela. O prazer domina o corpo feminino como um incêndio, rápido e descontrolado, os dedos de Lisa socando a própria buceta sem dó, a fricção deliciosa do polegar contra o clitóris a levando à beira do abismo.

— Isso… caralho, isso! — Ela geme mais alto, o corpo inteiro tremendo.

O orgasmo a atinge como um choque elétrico, violento e pulsante. As costas se arqueiam da cama, os músculos da buceta espremem os dedinhos encharcados enquanto um jato quente de gozo escorre, sujando suas coxas, manchando os lençóis, os seus lençóis. Lisa grita abafado contra a calcinha que esfrega na boca, encharcando o tecido com sua própria saliva, se fodendo sem dó até que os espasmos a deixem ofegante, o coração batendo frenético, o corpo tremendo como se tivesse sido completamente devastada.

As pernas trêmulas, os dedos sujos de sua própria porra. Lisa abre os olhos, sentindo a umidade pegajosa entre as coxas, o cheiro de sexo e obsessão impregnados no quarto. Um sorriso torto surge sobre os lábios rosados enquanto ela leva a calcinha até o meio das pernas para se limpar, esfregando o tecido por toda sua bucetinha linda lambuzada, deixando a peça marcada por seu gozo, molhada com tudo o que ela sente por você.

E então, com a calma de quem não tem um pingo de arrependimento, Lisa se levanta, limpa os dedos na própria boca, lambendo cada resquício do próprio prazer. Olha para a peça úmida em sua mão, ainda quente do seu próprio orgasmo, e, sem hesitar, leva-a para a gaveta. Como se nada tivesse acontecido. Como se você fosse usá-la depois.

Como se não fosse apenas questão de tempo até que Lisa deixasse de se contentar com tão pouco.

Eu tô amando escrever para mólieres 🫦

Gostou? Dá uma forcinha aí! Uma curtida, um reblog ou um comentário são mais do que suficientes para eu saber que você se agradou com meu conteúdo :)

Até a próxima, bjsss <3

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What We Don’t Say

Lisa x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ca. 7,5k

Synopsis: As the global sensation Blackpink takes over the world, Y/N and Lisa are forced to keep their love hidden behind rehearsed smiles and careful distance. Then rumors, misunderstandings, and the suffocating weight of secrecy push them to their breaking point.

Requested by 🍓Anon

Notes: I feel like I lost the vibe halfway through creating this… I need someone to break my heart so I can be better.

English isn’t my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

♡ Enjoy! ♡

The air inside the practice room was heavy with exhaustion, thick with the scent of sweat and determination. It was past midnight, long after the other trainees had left for the night, but Y/N and Lisa remained. Feet aching, limbs burning, yet neither willing to be the first to call it quits.

Lisa groaned, flopping onto the cool wooden floor, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. "I think I’m actually dying this time," she huffed dramatically.

Y/N, still standing, rolled her eyes but smiled. "You say that every night."

"Yeah, but this time, I really mean it," Lisa whined, reaching out blindly toward Y/N, fingers curling in the air as if begging for help.

Y/N sighed but gave in, crouching down and offering her hand. The moment Lisa’s fingers wrapped around hers, she yanked Y/N down with a mischievous smirk, sending her tumbling onto the floor beside her.

A breathless laugh escaped Y/N’s lips as she landed, her shoulder brushing against Lisa’s. For a second, neither of them spoke, just lying there, side by side, staring at the ceiling. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and their slowing breaths.

These nights had become routine. When everyone else had gone, when the world quieted, when there was nothing left but music, sweat, and aching bodies, this was when Y/N felt closest to Lisa.

"You ever think about giving up?" Lisa asked suddenly, voice softer now.

Y/N turned her head, meeting Lisa’s gaze. Her brown eyes were darker in the dim lighting, filled with something unreadable.

"Sometimes," Y/N admitted. "But then I remember why I started."

Lisa hummed, considering. "And why did you start?"

Y/N hesitated, then exhaled. "Because I love it. Even when it hurts, even when it feels impossible. I still love it."

Lisa smiled, slow and warm. "Me too."

Silence stretched between them again, but this time, it felt heavier, charged with something neither of them could name yet.

Lisa shifted onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow. "You know, I always noticed you."

Y/N blinked. "What?"

"Since the first day," Lisa said, her lips curling into a small, knowing smirk. "You were always so… serious, so quiet. But then I'd catch you watching, listening, and I don’t know… I just wanted to know you."

Y/N swallowed. Her heart was suddenly beating too fast, and she wasn't sure if it was from the exhaustion or something else entirely.

Lisa’s smirk softened into something gentler. "And now I do."

Y/N looked away, staring at the ceiling again. "You're too smooth for your own good."

Lisa laughed, bright and carefree. "You love it."

And maybe Y/N did. Maybe she loved the way Lisa could be playful one second and sincere the next. Maybe she loved the way Lisa’s presence always made everything feel lighter, like the weight of the world didn't press quite as hard on her shoulders when she was around.

Maybe she had loved Lisa for a while now.

The thought scared her.

They were trainees. They weren’t allowed to have distractions. And yet, Lisa had never felt like a distraction. She had always felt like home.

"Come on," Lisa said, nudging Y/N’s foot with hers. "Let’s do the routine one more time, and then we can go grab some snacks before the convenience store closes."

Y/N groaned. "You just said you were dying."

Lisa grinned. "I came back to life."

Y/N sighed, pushing herself up. "Fine. But you're buying."

Lisa hopped to her feet and held out her hand again. This time, when Y/N took it, she felt it. The spark, the unspoken promise, the quiet confession between their fingers.

And neither of them let go.

That night, as they walked side by side to the convenience store, Lisa kept their fingers loosely intertwined, only letting go when they stepped under the fluorescent lights inside. It was subtle, unspoken, but Y/N noticed the way Lisa’s hand lingered near hers, how their arms would brush, how Lisa would lean in just a little closer than necessary when teasing her about her snack choices.

And Y/N let her.

The following months passed in a blur of grueling practices, sleepless nights, and silent moments that said more than words ever could.

It was in the way Lisa would always wait for Y/N after training, even when she wasn’t finished yet, claiming she just "happened to be there." It was in the way Lisa would steal the seat beside her during vocal lessons, nudging their knees together like a secret only they shared. It was in the way Y/N would find herself looking for Lisa in a crowded room, her heartbeat steadying the moment their eyes met.

Nothing was spoken. But everything was understood.

Still, Y/N found herself hesitating.

Because what did this mean? Where did they stand between the fleeting glances, the almost-touches, the electricity that never seemed to fade? Was it real? Or was it just something they both wanted to be real?

She didn’t have an answer.

And maybe that was why, on the night the rain poured heavier than ever, she found herself wide awake. She sat curled up by the window, knees pulled to her chest, watching the city lights blur behind raindrops sliding down the glass.

It was late, past curfew, past exhaustion, but sleep never came easy on nights like this. Nights when her mind refused to be quiet.

Lisa sat on the floor beside her, back resting against the edge of the bed, legs stretched out carelessly. Unlike Y/N, she wasn’t looking outside. She was looking at her.

"You're thinking too much," Lisa murmured, voice softer than usual, like she was afraid to break whatever fragile thing was keeping Y/N together.

Y/N exhaled, slow and deep. "I always do."

A small huff of laughter. Then Lisa nudged Y/N’s knee with her own, warm even through the fabric of their sweatpants. "Want to tell me?"

Y/N hesitated.

She always admired how easy things seemed for Lisa, how freely she laughed, how effortlessly she moved through the world, like she had never once doubted her place in it. But Y/N? Y/N always hesitated. Always overthought, always questioned.

Lisa, though, was patient. She never pushed, never demanded. She just waited, and maybe that was why, this time, Y/N finally let the words slip out.

"Do you ever…" she started, her voice quieter than the rain outside, "feel something, but you don’t know if you’re allowed to?"

Lisa didn’t respond right away.

Y/N could feel the shift in the air, the way the playful glint in Lisa’s eyes faded into something softer, something serious.

Lisa swallowed. "Yeah," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "All the time."

Y/N turned then, looking at her.

Lisa wasn’t smiling anymore. She wasn’t teasing, wasn’t trying to make light of the situation. No, her expression was open, vulnerable, as if she knew exactly what Y/N was trying to say, even if Y/N wasn’t sure she could say it yet.

"And what do you do?" Y/N asked, her voice so quiet she almost wasn’t sure she’d spoken aloud.

Lisa was silent for a moment. She glanced down at her hands, fingers flexing slightly, before she inhaled, steady but deep.

"I stop pretending I don’t feel it."

The words hit Y/N like a tremor, shaking something loose inside her chest.

Her heart stuttered, an uneven, traitorous rhythm, and suddenly she wasn’t sure if the pounding she heard was from the rain or from the way Lisa was looking at her, like she had already figured out Y/N’s secret long before she’d even admitted it to herself.

"Lisa…" Y/N breathed, but she didn’t know what she was going to say. Didn’t know if she could say anything at all when her emotions were tangled so tightly around her throat.

Lisa met her gaze, unwavering. "You don’t have to say it. Not if you’re not ready. But I just… I need you to know."

The unspoken words lingered between them, thick with meaning.

Y/N clenched her fingers into the fabric of her hoodie, her mind screaming at her to be careful. To think of the consequences. To remind herself of the rules, the expectations, the risks.

But then she looked at Lisa again, at the girl who had been by her side through every struggle, every late-night practice, every exhausted breakdown. The girl who had always been home in a way no place ever had.

And maybe it was reckless. Maybe it was terrifying.

But Y/N reached out anyway.

Her fingers trembled as they curled around Lisa’s hand, hesitant at first, but Lisa responded instantly, her grip warm, firm, certain.

Lisa let out a slow breath, one that sounded like relief, and gently lifted their joined hands between them.

Her thumb brushed over Y/N’s knuckles, a soft, lingering touch, and the world outside faded. The rain, the city lights, the weight of everything that told them they shouldn’t be doing this.

They didn’t say what this was. What it meant. What it could become.

But they knew.

In the quiet of that rain-soaked night, fingers entwined in a silent promise, they chose each other.

At first, love was easy.

In the small world they had built as trainees, where their days were measured in sweat-soaked hours of practice, late-night ramen runs, and whispered dreams of debut, there was safety. Their love was quiet, unspoken, but always there, woven into every lingering glance, every shared laugh, every moment stolen in between training sessions.

Back then, they didn’t have to think about the world outside their bubble. Back then, Lisa could reach for Y/N’s hand in the dimly lit hallways of the practice rooms, and Y/N could let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, this love wouldn’t have to stay a secret forever.

Then, Blackpink debuted.

And suddenly, everything changed.

Their world expanded, brighter lights, bigger stages, louder cheers. Their names became headlines, their faces broadcasted to millions. With every new success came more eyes watching, more rules to follow, more pressure to become the flawless, untouchable idols the world expected them to be.

And love became something they had to hide.

But no matter how much they tried to pretend, no matter how well they performed their roles as mere bandmates, Y/N could feel it. Lisa still looked at her the same way she did on that rainy night.

And Y/N still felt the same way she had when she first reached for Lisa’s hand.

Only now, loving Lisa wasn’t just reckless.

It was dangerous.

For years, Y/N and Lisa had mastered the silent language. They had learned how to love in the shadows, to exist in a world where their feelings had to be carefully hidden behind rehearsed smiles and scripted interactions. It had always been this way.

But lately, it had started to feel like suffocation.

“Alright, let’s go again!”

The director’s voice echoed across the brightly lit studio as the five of them reset their positions, preparing to film the next take of their interview. Y/N shifted slightly in her chair, hands resting on her lap, shoulders poised as she waited for the cue to begin.

Lisa sat beside her. Not too far, not too close. Just enough distance to make it look natural.

The interview went smoothly, filled with playful banter and perfectly timed responses, but Y/N barely heard a word of it.

She was too focused on the way Lisa’s laughter filled the room, how effortlessly she shined, how easy it was for her to play along with whatever questions were thrown at them.

And then it happened.

The interviewer, a charming host with an ever-present smile, leaned in with a conspiratorial glint in his eye.

“Lisa, you’ve been quite the topic of discussion lately,” he said, his tone teasing but calculated. “Rumors have been swirling about your special friendship with someone. Anything you’d like to clear up?”

The words hit Y/N like a punch to the stomach.

She forced herself to stay still, to not react, to not let anything show on her face as the entire room seemed to shift its focus onto Lisa.

Lisa, to her credit, barely hesitated. She let out a small laugh, tilting her head slightly. “Ah, you know how rumors are,” she said breezily. “People love to talk.”

The host chuckled. “So nothing’s going on there?”

Lisa shrugged. “I mean, I have a lot of friends.”

It was the perfect answer. Polite, neutral, dismissive. But Y/N couldn’t shake the sick feeling curling in her stomach.

Because she knew the truth.

She knew that Lisa hated rumors like this, that she had rolled her eyes every time a new one popped up, that she had once whispered to Y/N late at night, “I wish I could tell them it’s you.”

But she couldn’t.

So instead, Lisa smiled through it. Laughed it off. And Y/N sat there, silent, pretending it didn’t hurt.

The dorm was quiet, too quiet.

Blackpink’s schedule had been relentless, and after a long day of interviews and rehearsals, exhaustion should have made sleep come easy. But for Y/N, rest was impossible when her thoughts were this loud.

She sat curled up on the couch, a blanket draped loosely over her legs, the television flickering dimly in front of her. Some variety show was playing, but she wasn’t paying attention. The voices blurred together, white noise against the storm in her mind.

Lisa stood a few feet away, leaning against the kitchen counter, phone in hand. Her fingers scrolled absently, but Y/N knew she wasn’t really reading whatever was on the screen. She could tell from the way Lisa’s jaw was set, from the way her other hand gripped the edge of the counter just a little too tightly.

Neither of them spoke.

The distance between them wasn’t physical, but it felt like a chasm, one that had been slowly widening over time, one they both pretended wasn’t there.

Y/N hated it.

She hated how, just hours ago, they had sat side by side in an interview, forced to smile as Lisa laughed off dating rumors with him. Hated how Lisa had to act like it was nothing, even though Y/N knew it frustrated her just as much.

She should have been used to it by now.

After all, wasn’t this how they had always lived? Hiding. Pretending. Denying. But tonight, it felt different. Tonight, it felt heavier.

Finally, Lisa sighed and set her phone down with a soft thud, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the counter. “You’re quiet,” she said, voice softer than usual.

Y/N didn’t look away from the screen. “I’m always quiet.”

Lisa exhaled sharply, pushing off the counter and walking toward her. “Y/N.”

Something about the way Lisa said her name, soft, pleading, made her finally turn.

Their eyes met.

And in that moment, Y/N saw everything.

She saw the exhaustion in Lisa’s gaze, the frustration lingering beneath it, the way her shoulders seemed to carry the weight of something neither of them knew how to put into words.

Lisa, in turn, saw the walls Y/N was desperately trying to keep up.

“Say it,” Lisa murmured, stepping closer. “Whatever you’re thinking. Just say it.”

Y/N clenched her jaw, fingers tightening around the edge of the blanket.

She wanted to.

She wanted to tell Lisa how much it hurt to sit there, smiling through questions about another person. How much she hated the way people assumed Lisa belonged to someone else, when Y/N was the one who knew her better than anyone.

She wanted to tell Lisa that no matter how many times she convinced herself that she could handle this, handle the secrecy, the pretending, the rumors. She couldn’t.

She also knew how unfair it was. Lisa wasn’t choosing this. She never had.

So instead, Y/N forced herself to swallow the words, to push them down like she always did.

She shook her head. “It’s nothing.”

Lisa’s expression flickered, hurt flashing in her eyes for just a second before she masked it with a slow nod. A barely-there movement.

“Okay,” she said quietly.

Then she turned away.

Y/N let her.

Even though all she wanted was to pull her back. Even though all she wanted was to say, It’s not nothing. It’s everything.

The sound of Lisa’s door clicking shut echoed in the silence.

And Y/N sat there, staring blankly at the screen, feeling like she had just let something break between them.

To the world, Lisa was free. She could laugh and joke and be seen standing next to any guy without consequence.

But Y/N?

She was just another bandmate. Just another secret Lisa had to keep, and no matter how much she loved her, some nights, that truth felt unbearable.

The night of the Gala des Pièces Jaunes was dazzling.

Thousands of fans filled the venue, the roar of the crowd vibrating through the floors as Blackpink took the stage. The air was thick with excitement, the flashing of lights syncing with the pulsing bass of the music. Even through the deafening cheers, Y/N could hear her own heartbeat, steady yet heavy in her chest.

They had done this a thousand times before, stood under the spotlights, bodies moving in perfect rhythm, voices blending seamlessly as they performed for the world. And tonight was no different.

Yet, something felt different.

Y/N could feel it in the way Lisa looked at her during Shut Down, their gazes locking for a fleeting moment between the choreography. She could feel it in the touches when they brushed past each other on stage, the way Lisa’s fingers ghosted over hers during the final chorus of Pink Venom.

For a few brief moments, under the glare of the stage lights, it almost felt like they weren’t hiding.

Like it was just them.

But as the final notes faded, as the applause erupted like thunder, reality came crashing back.

The energy backstage was electric, a dizzying mix of post-performance adrenaline and industry charm. Staff members weaved between clusters of guests, coordinating last-minute details, while photographers snapped shots of celebrities draped in designer clothes. The air smelled like expensive perfume, champagne, and the faint lingering scent of stage fog.

Y/N felt like she was floating through it all, present, but not really there.

The applause still rang in her ears, the bass of their songs still thrummed in her chest, but the high of the performance had long since faded. Now, exhaustion was creeping in, settling in her bones, pressing against the edges of her carefully maintained composure.

She should have been relieved. The night had gone smoothly. The crowd had been incredible, the performance flawless. They had smiled, waved, thanked their fans.

But Y/N wasn’t thinking about any of that.

She was waiting.

Waiting for Lisa to find her, to slip through the chaos like she always did, to pull Y/N into a quiet corner and whisper something stupid just to make her laugh.

Waiting for Lisa to lean in, her voice low, asking, Are you okay? because Lisa always knew when she wasn’t.

Waiting for something, anything, to remind her that the space between them wasn’t as wide as it felt.

But Lisa didn’t come.

Y/N’s fingers curled around the bottle of water in her hand, gripping it tight enough to feel the plastic bend under the pressure.

When she finally spotted Lisa across the room, a small flicker of relief sparked in her chest, until she saw who she was with.

Frédéric Arnault.

The relief vanished.

Y/N froze, her grip tightening as she watched Lisa laugh, bright, effortless, like she wasn’t supposed to be anywhere else.

Frédéric leaned in slightly, saying something she couldn’t hear over the noise of the room, and Lisa tilted her head, her expression open, engaged.

Too engaged.

Y/N knew Lisa. She knew when her laughter was polite, when her smiles were manufactured for the sake of formality. This wasn’t that.

This was easy. Natural. Comfortable.

Something sharp lodged itself beneath Y/N’s ribs.

It wasn’t the first time she had seen them interact. Lisa was Lisa, charming, magnetic, the kind of person who could light up a room just by walking into it. And with her ever-growing status in the fashion world, it was no surprise that she had built relationships with people like Frédéric.

This was normal. Expected.

But that didn’t make it any easier to watch.

Then, he touched her.

It was nothing, just a casual brush of fingers against her arm, a meaningless gesture in the middle of a conversation. But Lisa didn’t pull away. She didn’t shift, didn’t step back, didn’t create even the smallest amount of distance.

She just stood there, still smiling.

Click.

A camera flash. Then another.

Y/N didn’t even have to check her phone to know the images would be everywhere within hours.

Her stomach twisted, something bitter rising in her throat.

She knew it was nothing. She knew Lisa hated these kinds of rumors, that she always brushed them off, that she had promised Y/N long ago that no matter what the world said, her heart belonged to only one person.

But knowing didn’t stop the ache. It didn’t stop the jealousy, the frustration, the exhaustion of constantly having to pretend that she was okay.

And what made it worse?

Lisa didn’t come looking for her.

Not after the conversation ended. Not as the event wound down and the guests began to slip away. Not as their team prepared to leave for the hotel.

Lisa stayed exactly where she was, caught up in conversation, oblivious to the fact that Y/N had been keeping her distance, that she had been waiting for something, anything, that never came.

By the time they reached the hotel, Y/N had already made up her mind.

She wasn’t going to ask.

She wasn’t going to beg for an explanation, for reassurance that Lisa should have given her without her having to ask.

Instead, she shut down. Because if Lisa wasn’t going to act like it mattered, then Y/N wouldn’t let it matter.

Even if, deep down, it already did.

The distance between them wasn’t sudden. It wasn’t an explosion, not an obvious severing of ties. It was slow. A gradual unraveling, so quiet, so subtle, that if someone were to look from the outside, they might not have noticed at all.

But Lisa noticed.

At first, it was little things, Y/N walking ahead instead of beside her, not waiting after practice like she used to. Excuses that sounded too rehearsed, too polite. A smile that never quite reached her eyes.

Lisa noticed the way Y/N no longer lingered near her, how she never let their fingers brush by accident anymore. How she stopped looking at her when she laughed, as if avoiding something painful.

Lisa noticed everything.

She told herself it was fine. That Y/N was just tired, just overwhelmed with schedules, just in her own head like she sometimes got.

But the more Lisa reached out, the more Y/N pulled away.

Every interaction became forced, every moment that should have felt theirs now felt scripted, performed. Even in front of the cameras, even when they smiled and laughed for the fans, Lisa could feel the distance.

And she was patient.

She tried to be patient.

Until she couldn’t be anymore.

The practice room was empty except for them.

Everyone else had left an hour ago, leaving only the sound of their breathing, the faint buzz of the overhead lights, the soft squeak of sneakers against the polished floor.

Y/N grabbed her hoodie from the bench, her water bottle in her other hand, movements robotic. She had planned to leave without a word, the same way she had been for the past days.

But Lisa wasn’t letting her go this time.

"Are you going to keep ignoring me?"

Y/N froze, fingers tightening around the fabric in her hands.

For a second, she thought about pretending she hadn’t heard her. Thought about brushing past her, like she didn’t feel the weight of Lisa’s voice, sharp and unyielding.

But Lisa wasn’t going to let her run.

Slowly, Y/N turned, her expression unreadable. "I’m not ignoring you."

Lisa let out a humorless laugh, one that didn’t match the warmth Y/N was used to. "Oh, really?" She crossed her arms, frustration evident in the tense set of her shoulders. "So it’s just a coincidence that you suddenly don’t have time for me?"

Y/N exhaled through her nose. "Lisa, I’m tired. Can we not do this right now?"

Lisa stepped forward, closing the space between them in one determined movement. "No." Her voice was lower now, edged with something raw. "Because you’re lying."

Y/N clenched her jaw, eyes flickering away. "I don’t want to fight."

"Then stop acting like a stranger and talk to me."

Silence.

Lisa’s breathing was uneven. She was angry, not because of whatever was wrong, but because Y/N wouldn’t let her in.

Y/N looked at her then, really looked at her.

Lisa’s eyes burned with frustration, but beneath it, there was something else. Something that looked a lot like hurt.

Y/N swallowed against the lump in her throat.

She could say it.

She could tell Lisa that she saw her that night, that she watched the way she smiled at him, that it felt like someone had reached inside her chest and twisted until she couldn’t breathe.

She could tell Lisa that she hated how easily she fit into rooms Y/N felt like an outsider in, how she laughed so effortlessly in conversations that didn’t include her.

She could tell Lisa that she didn’t know how much longer she could do this, love her in the dark, stay quiet when the world asked questions, pretend that she wasn’t breaking piece by piece every time Lisa had to be someone else’s in the public eye.

She could say all of it, but saying it would make her sound petty. Insecure. Needy.

So instead, she inhaled, slow and careful, and said, "There’s nothing to talk about, Lisa."

Lisa’s jaw tightened.

She searched Y/N’s face, waiting, begging, for her to say something else.

To fight. To give her something to hold on to.

But Y/N said nothing.

And then.

"If you can’t handle this, then maybe we should stop."

The words landed like a gunshot.

For a moment, everything stopped.

Lisa must have realized it the second they left her mouth because her face changed instantly, her own words slamming into her like she hadn’t meant them, like she wanted to pull them back.

But it was too late.

Y/N’s lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.

She just stood there, staring at Lisa, something inside her cracking, breaking so quietly that neither of them were sure if it could be put back together.

Lisa’s breath was shaky, like she wanted to say something else, like she was already regretting it.

But Y/N didn’t give her the chance. She turned, grabbed her bag, and walked out the door.

And this time, Lisa didn’t stop her.

The sound of the door clicking shut was louder than it should have been, ringing through the empty practice room like the final note of a song that wasn’t supposed to end yet.

Lisa stood there, frozen, her own words echoing back at her, sharp and unrelenting.

"If you can’t handle this, then maybe we should stop."

She hadn’t meant it.

God, she hadn’t meant it.

She had said it out of frustration, out of desperation, because she had been reaching for Y/N and Y/N kept slipping through her fingers. She had wanted Y/N to fight back, to tell her she was wrong, to say something, anything, other than “There’s nothing to talk about.”

But Y/N didn’t fight, she just left.

And Lisa let her.

She stood there for a long time after that, staring at the door like she could somehow will it to open again. Like if she waited long enough, Y/N would come back, storming in with that fire in her eyes, telling Lisa she was an idiot, telling her that stopping was never an option.

But the door stayed shut, the room stayed empty.

And for the first time in years, Lisa felt what it was like to be truly, completely alone.

The silence between them wasn’t the kind that followed an argument, the tense kind that lingered in the air like a thick fog, waiting for one of them to be brave enough to break it.

It wasn’t the kind of silence that led to a hesitant text, a soft knock on the door, a whispered, “Are we okay?”

No.

This was something else entirely.

This was absence.

A bottomless, aching nothingness where something beautiful used to be.

And the worst part?

Lisa let it happen.

She didn’t chase after Y/N that night. She didn’t run after her, didn’t grab her wrist, didn’t beg her to stay. She didn’t knock on her door, didn’t send a message, didn’t even try to fix what had shattered between them.

Y/N had once believed Lisa would never let her walk away, not really.

Lisa had always been the reckless one, the one who acted first and thought later, the one who loved so loudly, so unapologetically, that sometimes it terrified Y/N.

But this time, she had let her go.

And Y/N didn’t know which was worse, Lisa being too angry to fight for her, too exhausted to try again, or the terrifying possibility that maybe, just maybe, Lisa had already accepted this was over before Y/N had even walked out the door.

Either way, the result was the same.

The world kept turning. The schedules kept coming.

They stood on stage together, sat beside each other in cars, moved in the same orbit like nothing had changed.

But Y/N felt it.

The weight of everything unsaid pressed down on her like a stone in her chest, each breath heavier than the last. The silence between them wasn’t just a lack of words, it was a void, stretching wider and wider between them with each passing day.

And for the first time, Y/N wasn’t sure if they would ever find their way back.

Days passed.

They still existed in the same spaces, still moved through the same schedules, still lived in the same orbit, but it felt like they were spinning further and further apart, carried away by a force neither of them knew how to fight anymore.

Y/N stopped waiting for Lisa after practice. Stopped lingering near her during rehearsals, stopped seeking her out in those in-between moments, the ones where, before, Lisa would have leaned in close and whispered something just to make her laugh, or nudged their shoulders together in the way that used to feel like home.

She stopped giving Lisa anything at all.

At first, Lisa tried to pretend she didn’t notice. She laughed too loudly with Jennie and Jisoo, cracked jokes in interviews with a little too much energy, threw herself into rehearsals and training as if working herself to exhaustion would somehow make the ache go away.

But the little things? Those were impossible to ignore.

Y/N no longer sat beside her in the van, choosing instead to stare out the window, earphones in, completely unreachable. When Lisa spoke to her, Y/N responded only when necessary, short, clipped sentences that carried no warmth, no familiarity, nothing of the closeness they once had.

And suddenly, Lisa was hyper-aware of every tiny moment she had once taken for granted.

The way Y/N used to glance at her across the room, just to share a look only they would understand. The way she used to press a hand against Lisa’s back when they were in a crowd, a silent reassurance, a quiet promise that she was there. The way she used to feel like hers in the spaces between the world’s prying eyes, when it was just the two of them, where no one else mattered.

And now?

Now Y/N barely looked at her at all.

Lisa wanted to believe it would fix itself, that Y/N just needed space, that this, whatever this was, was temporary.

But then, the world started to notice.

At first, it was just a handful of comments online, fans picking up on what Lisa had already been trying to ignore.

"Lisa and Y/N used to be glued to each other, what happened?" "They don’t even look at each other anymore." "Did they fight? I won’t survive another cold war."

Lisa told herself it didn’t matter.

But then came the edits, the side-by-side comparisons, the painfully obvious shift from what they had been to what they had become. Clips of them on stage from months ago, laughing, teasing, effortlessly in sync, juxtaposed with the present, where every interaction was calculated, restrained.

Where Y/N barely acknowledged her at all, Lisa told herself to ignore it.

But it became impossible to ignore during performances.

Their chemistry had always been part of their magic, silent glances, teasing smirks, the kind of unspoken connection that made every movement between them feel like something more. It had been the easiest thing in the world, like breathing.

But now?

Now, their moves were just choreography.

Lisa would reach out, expecting Y/N to meet her there like she always had, like muscle memory, like instinct, but she was met with distance. A half-second hesitation. A subtle step in the opposite direction.

Y/N still danced as flawlessly as ever, still sang with the same power, still smiled when the cameras were on.

But she wasn’t there.

Not with Lisa. Not anymore.

Everything was calculated now. Forced.

The spark that had once come so naturally had vanished, and the fans could see it.

Lisa saw it too, and it was killing her.

Off stage, Y/N buried herself in work.

She stayed late at the company, rehearsing until her limbs felt like they weren’t her own, until the mirrors reflected nothing but movement, nothing but perfection, something she could control. She locked herself in the studio, pouring her energy into songwriting sessions, letting lyrics swallow her whole because words on a page were easier than the ones she wanted to say to Lisa.

She told herself it was better this way.

Because if she slowed down, if she let herself breathe, if she let herself think, then the weight of everything she had lost would crush her.

So she didn’t let it.

She woke up, went to schedules, danced until her muscles screamed, smiled when she needed to, spoke when she was expected to, and then went home and did it all over again.

The ache never left. It settled deep inside her chest, hollow and unrelenting, a silent grief that stretched wider with every day Lisa didn’t reach for her.

Every day she let the silence continue.

Every day she convinced herself that this version of them, this cold, distant thing they had become, was something she could live with.

Lisa had learned, over the years, how to read the shifts in her moods, how to pick up on the things left unsaid, how to listen not just to the words Y/N spoke but to the ones she kept locked behind tight lips and careful glances. She had never minded waiting, had never minded taking a step back when Y/N needed space, because she had always believed that, eventually, Y/N would come back to her, like she always did, like she always had.

But this time was different.

This wasn’t a temporary fight, wasn’t just an off week, wasn’t something time would naturally smooth over, but this was Y/N pulling away.

Lisa had tried to be patient. She had spent weeks watching Y/N slip further and further away, feeling helpless as every attempt to reach for her was met with polite indifference, with a forced laugh that never quite reached her eyes, with an empty space where something warm and familiar used to be. She had told herself to give it time, that maybe Y/N just needed a break, that maybe if she waited, things would go back to normal.

But things hadn’t gone back to normal.

Instead, Lisa had spent the past few weeks trapped in the suffocating silence of something she didn’t understand, trying to pretend it didn’t hurt. She had spent nights staring at her phone, her fingers hovering over Y/N’s contact, wondering if she should just call, just ask, just demand to know what she had done to make Y/N stop loving her like this.

But the part that scared her the most, the part that made her stomach twist in ways she didn’t want to think about, was the possibility that maybe she already knew the answer.

Because Lisa had let her go that night.

Had let her walk out that door without stopping her, without chasing after her, without doing a damn thing to stop everything from falling apart.

And maybe, in doing so, she had proven something to Y/N that Lisa never wanted to prove, that maybe Y/N didn’t matter as much as she did.

The thought made something tighten in her chest, made her heart race in a way that wasn’t excitement or nerves but fear, real and tangible, curling in her lungs and making it hard to breathe.

She couldn’t do this anymore.

She couldn’t sit back and pretend this wasn’t killing her, couldn’t let Y/N keep slipping through her fingers like she wasn’t the most important thing in Lisa’s entire world.

She had let Y/N walk away once.

But she wouldn’t let her do it again.

So that night, when they returned to the hotel after another long day of pretending, of standing side by side like strangers, of acting like their entire world hadn’t crumbled, Lisa made a decision.

Y/N was running on autopilot, her body exhausted, her mind shutting down, her heart weighed down by a heaviness she had carried for weeks. She didn’t let herself think as she stepped out of the elevator, barely noticing the quiet hum of the hallway, the soft padding of footsteps behind her.

All she needed was to get to her room.

To close the door.

To be alone.

To escape before Lisa had the chance to stop her.

But then Lisa’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade, sharp and unrelenting.

"Y/N."

Y/N didn’t stop walking. She couldn’t. “I’m tired, Lisa.”

“I don’t care.”

That made her pause. Just for a second.

Then Lisa’s fingers wrapped gently but firmly around her wrist, her grip just tight enough to keep Y/N from slipping away, just loose enough that she could pull free if she really wanted to. “Come with me,” Lisa said, her voice low, urgent.

Y/N’s heart clenched. “Lisa…”

“Please.”

The word was soft, but there was nothing weak about it. It wasn’t a demand. It wasn’t a plea. It was something raw, something desperate, something that carried the weight of every moment they had spent avoiding each other.

Y/N hesitated for a moment too long, and Lisa took that as permission.

She let go of Y/N’s wrist, but only to open the door to her own room, stepping inside without another word, trusting that Y/N would follow.

And she did.

Because for all the walls she had built, for all the distance she had put between them, Y/N had never been able to deny Lisa.

Not when it mattered.

The door clicked shut behind them, the quiet deafening.

Lisa didn’t move to turn on the lights, leaving only the dim glow from the city outside spilling through the windows, casting long shadows across the room.

Y/N stood near the entrance, arms crossed tightly over her chest, every muscle wound so tight she thought she might snap. “What do you want me to say, Lisa?”

Lisa turned to face her, her expression unreadable in the low light. “I want you to tell me what the hell is going on."

Y/N let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head. “You know what’s wrong.”

Lisa’s jaw tightened. “No, I don’t. Because you won’t talk to me. You just…” She exhaled sharply, raking a hand through her hair. “You just shut me out. And I don’t understand why.”

Y/N’s fingers curled into fists at her sides, something bitter rising in her throat. She doesn’t unders

She was really going to make Y/N say it?

Fine.

"You seem fine with it," Y/N bit out, her voice sharp, cracking under the weight of everything she had been holding back. "You’ve been fine. Laughing, joking, standing next to him like it’s nothing,"

Lisa’s body went rigid. "What?"

Y/N’s chest ached. "I saw you that night in Paris. With Frédéric. The way you smiled at him. The way you let him touch you. And I just…"

Her voice wavered, but she forced herself to keep going, to finally say it, because the words had been clawing at her for weeks, burning at the back of her throat every time she swallowed them down.

"It didn’t feel like nothing." She sucked in a shaky breath, feeling her own heart pounding, the weight of weeks of silence pressing against her ribs. "Not when I’ve spent years hiding, pretending, watching you act like… like I don’t exist."

Lisa’s breath hitched.

Y/N looked away, swallowing past the lump in her throat, her voice dropping to something quiet, something exhausted. “I’m tired, Lisa. I’m tired of being the secret. I’m tired of feeling like I don’t matter.”

Silence.

The kind of silence that crushed.

"Oh my god."

Y/N’s eyes flicked up.

Lisa had gone pale, her hands running through her hair, her breathing uneven, like something had just hit her, like something had just clicked.

"That’s why?" she whispered, disbelief flashing across her face. "That’s why you’ve been… Y/N." Her voice broke on the name. "It was never real. The rumors, the pictures, it was all bullshit. I wasn’t thinking, I wasn’t careful, but it was never…" She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes desperate, pleading. "It was never you I was running from."

Y/N swallowed, her chest tight, her eyes stinging. “Then why didn’t you stop me?”

Lisa’s expression crumbled.

"Because I thought you didn’t want me anymore."

And just like that, the weight of everything came crashing down on them.

The silence. The distance. The pain of losing something they never should have lost, it was all there, hanging between them, thick and suffocating, pressing down on their chests like an unseen force, like a wound that had been left to fester for too long.

Lisa exhaled shakily, stepping closer, hesitating just for a second before reaching out, finally, after so long, her fingers brushing against Y/N’s wrist, tentative, like she was afraid she might pull away again.

Y/N didn’t move, didn’t breathe.

Lisa swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper, raw and broken. “I’ve missed you.” Her thumb ghosted over Y/N’s skin, light, almost hesitant, like she wasn’t sure if she was still allowed to touch her. "So much."

Y/N’s throat tightened.

Lisa took another step closer, eyes searching hers, desperate, pleading. "I love you, Y/N." She said it like a confession, like a prayer, like something that had been sitting on the tip of her tongue for weeks, aching to be spoken aloud. "*No rumor, no stupid PR image, nothing, nothing could ever change that."

Y/N’s breath hitched.

And for the first time in weeks, she let herself believe it.

Lisa didn’t expect everything to magically fall back into place overnight.

Words had been said, wounds had been left open for too long, and just because the truth had finally been spoken didn’t mean the hurt disappeared instantly.

But for the first time in weeks, Y/N didn’t turn away from her.

For the first time in weeks, Lisa reached for her, and Y/N let her.

That was enough.

It had to be.

The changes were subtle at first, so small that they thought no one outside of them would have noticed.

Lisa wasn’t sure if it was intentional or if it was just instinct, but suddenly, Y/N was standing closer again. Not in the way that would make headlines, not in the way that would raise questions, but in the way that Lisa felt.

A lingering touch on her wrist before walking away. Fingers brushing together under the table during meetings. A glance, soft, real.

It wasn’t perfect.

There were still moments of hesitation, still the weight of the what-ifs pressing down on them whenever a camera flashed too close, whenever an interview question forced them back into their carefully constructed public roles.

But they stopped hiding.

Maybe they weren’t shouting their love from the rooftops, but they no longer buried it so deep that it felt like a secret even between them.

Lisa caught Y/N smiling at her during a fan event, really smiling, not just the professional kind, but the kind that meant something, and she didn’t fight the urge to lean in closer, to whisper something just for her, to let the world wonder.

She didn’t flinch when, during a chaotic moment backstage, Y/N absentmindedly reached for her hand, held it for a second too long before letting go.

And maybe, just maybe, she let her fingers tighten just a little, hold on for a beat longer than necessary, to make sure Y/N knew she was there.

They were still Blackpink.

Still global superstars. Still the names filling headlines, still the faces on billboards, still the people the world wanted to claim.

But beyond all of that, beyond the flashing lights and the schedules and the relentless, suffocating expectations, Lisa and Y/N were still them.

Still the girls who stayed late in the practice room, who whispered secrets in the quiet moments before the world woke up.

Still the girls who had chosen each other once, so long ago.

And now, standing side by side, their fingers brushing, their gazes lingering for just a second too long. They were choosing each other again.

And this time, nothing, not rumors, not the industry, not the weight of the world, was going to take that away from them.

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writingblackpink · 1 month ago

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Fire Burning (On the Dance Floor)

Chapter Two: Light the Fire

read chapter 1 here

genre: still a bit angsty

word count: 1.7k

pairing: lisa x reader

A/N: Here's chapter two hehe. This one is from Lisa's perspective starting from the first solo practice so it's a bit introspective and there's not a lot of big plot movement. But I felt like it was important to include this information so here it is! I have a few more chapters planned so stay tuned. Also excuse any errors or typos...I'm finishing this at 1:30 am and don't feel like proofing it tonight lol.

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Lisa stepped into the practice room, dropping her bag with a casual thud. You didn’t turn around.

Figures.

She kept her tone neutral. “Hey”.

No response beyond a distracted hum. She watched you fiddle with the stereo, jaw tense, movements stiff. You were pissed, probably at her again. Part of her liked that. Maybe too much.

She leaned against the wall, watching you with veiled curiosity. You were composed—too composed—but she could see the irritation just beneath your skin. It made her smirk. Not because she hated you. Not because she thought she was better. But because she liked pulling at people’s threads until something unraveled. Especially yours.

You were the first choreographer she’d met in a while who didn’t tiptoe around her status. The others either idolized her or resented her. You? Neither. You just…pushed back, and that was interesting. Dangerous, but interesting.

Lisa watched the way your fingers glided over the stereo controls, the way your posture changed the moment you realized she was close. You never looked at her for too long. Your touches lingered when you adjusted her arms or corrected her form, but your eyes never quite met hers. It drove Lisa insane.

She wasn’t sure when it had started—this quiet obsession with seeing you flustered. At first, she just wanted to challenge you. She liked provoking people. But then there was that moment yesterday, during the group rehearsal, when your hand slipped on her waist to fix her angle, and it stayed there. Barely a second too long, not even enough time to call you out on it. That second had lived rent-free in Lisa’s head all night.

So today, she wanted to see how far she could push.

She let you walk her through the routine, biting her tongue despite the million ideas in her head. You were good—precise, strong, clear. But she couldn’t help noticing how you avoided her eyes every time your hand touched her shoulder, or brushed against her thigh to adjust her stance.

That’s when she knew you felt it too.

Still, she played it cool. Waited until the routine was clean. Until the room was heavy with everything unsaid. Then she opened her mouth and dropped the line, just to see you twitch: “You know, I’m thinking this whole section could be better…”

There it was—the shift. Your eyes glazed over like you were dissociating just to get through her feedback. She half-expected you to blow up, finally snap. Instead, you stayed quiet, jaw clenched.

Lisa swallowed hard. The way tension coiled around your body when you were angry was intoxicating. She didn’t know what this was. Attraction? Power play? Maybe both. She didn’t care. She just wanted more of it.

When you lunged at her—when your hand gripped her wrists—it was pure reflex for her to go with it. The fall was clumsy but soft. Lisa’s body hit the ground beneath yours, and her breath caught in her throat. You were on her. Not metaphorically. Not in her head. Literally—heat, limbs, weight, and confusion all tangled together.

Lisa froze, lips parted, watching you process it. You looked terrified. Then intrigued. Then terrified again. The fact that you didn’t immediately move off of her told her everything she needed to know.

Lisa’s brain screamed kiss me, so her mouth took the risk: “Why don’t you just kiss me already, Y/N. I see the way you look at me during practice. I feel the way your touch lingers just a little too long. So why don’t you just–”

It was meant to provoke, but part of her didn’t expect you to give in so easily. When you kissed her, it wasn’t gentle, it was desperate. Rough and hurried and too much and not enough, all at once. And Lisa—oh god—kissed you back because of course she did. Because that’s what she’d been trying to make happen this whole time.

And then it was over way too fast. You looked like the ground had opened up under you, or that you wished it would. Lisa could see it in your eyes. She lay there, stunned, watching you panic, watching you try to pace your way out of what just happened. She wanted to say something. Something like, “don’t go, I didn’t mean it like that. Or maybe I did, but not in a bad way.” But the words stuck stubbornly in her throat.

“Y/N, wait a minute—”

Too late. You were gone. Lisa stared at the door for a long time after it closed. Her wrist tingled where you’d held her. Her mouth still tasted like yours.

She smiled to herself. This wasn’t over. Not even close.

–

That night, Lisa lay flat on her bed, earbuds in but no music playing. The screen of her phone lit up every few minutes—messages from the group chat, from stylists, from her manager, but none of them mattered.

All she could think about was you.

The way your mouth crashed into hers. The way your body had pinned her down. How stunned you looked afterward, like you hadn’t meant to want it—hadn’t meant to enjoy it.

Lisa turned onto her side, on arm flung across her face to block out the dim bedside light. Her skin was still buzzing. She couldn’t stop replaying it. The look in your eyes when you’d realized what you’d done, the way you fled.

It may have been a mistake to push you that far, but she couldn’t deny how much she’d wanted it. How much she’d been wanting it. All week. Every time you corrected her posture or gave her a short, sharp nod of approval. Every time you held back a sigh of frustration. Lisa liked seeing how close she could ge to your limits—liked the challenge of it.

She didn’t mean for it to turn her on. But it had.

Hell, she didn’t even mean for the teasing to go that far. When she’d whispered, “Maybe you should just be better at your job,” she half-expected you to slap her. Instead, you kissed her like you wanted to swallow the words whole. Lisa kissed you back like she wanted to lose the fight.

She groaned into her pillow. This was so messy. She was going to see you again tomorrow. What if you reported her? What if you didn’t even show up? Worse, what if you did and pretended like nothing happened?

The thought made her feel queasy. She tossed and turned all night, her mind not going quiet long enough to catch any rest.

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Jennie was nursing a cup of coffee at the kitchen counter, hair tied up, scrolling through her phone when Lisa dragged herself in and collapsed into the seat across from her.

Jennie looked up and blinked. “Why do you look like you haven’t slept?”

Lisa rubbed her face and looked up. Jennie caught a glance of her sleepless, red eyes as she did.

“Because I haven’t,” she almost groaned out.

“Nightmare?” Jennie asked.

Lisa paused, tilted her head in thought. “Something like that.”

Jennie immediately sensed the weight behind Lisa’s deflection. “What happened?”

Lisa still didn’t answer right away. She pulled at the loose strings on her old t-shirt, staring at the marbling in the countertop. She figured it wouldn’t hurt to get a second opinion about this.

“Do you ever mess with someone just to get a reaction out of them?”

Jennie paused, narrowed her eyes before responding. “Like…joking around?”

Lisa hesitated, shaking her head. “No. Like…I don’t know how to explain this without sounding insane.”

“Lisa-yah, you know you can tell me anything, right?”

Thinking it over, she gave in. “Okay…” she drug out the last syllable. “Like you know it’s going to get under their skin, but you keep doing it anyways, because you want to see how they’ll break.”

Jennie set her mug down on the counter slowly. “Depends. Are you doing it because you hate them? Or because you like them?”

Lisa didn’t respond right away.

Jennie’s eyes widened slightly.

“Wait, is this about Y/N?”

Lisa flinched. Too late. She had wondered if anyone had picked up on the tension between you two, and this was validation that yes, she was being very obvious.

Lisa sighed. “She’s just…she’s so stubborn. And controlled. It’s like everything she says is locked behind this wall. But when I challenge her, she slips. And that’s when she’s the most—”

She stopped, worried she’d already said too much. The words sliding out before her brain had a chance to stop them.

Jennie prodded anyways, because of course she wasn’t going to let Lisa off easy. “The most…?”

“...Alive,” Lisa finished quietly. “She gets mad, but it’s not bad. It’s more like…passionate.”

Jennie studied her for a second, then blinked. She’d always been good at reading her members, and Lisa was not an exception. “You like her.”

Lisa groaned. “I kissed her.”

Jennie choked on her coffee. “You what?”

“She kissed me first,” Lisa corrected quickly. “But I kissed her back. It just—happened. And now I don’t know what to do because she ran out right after, and we have to rehearse again today, and I think I completely screwed everything up.”

Jennie blinked again, slower this time. Lisa could tell she was putting the pieces together in her mind.

“So let me get this straight. You bullied our choreographer into a kiss and now you’re shocked that she’s spiraling?”

Lisa scoffed, burying her face in her arms on the counter. “I didn’t bully her. I just—ugh.”

Jennie snorted, and then softened, reading Lisa’s dilemma. “Okay, okay. Look. You clearly like her. And I knew something was up with the way you two were constantly tense around each other.”

Lisa peeked up slightly. “What am I supposed to do?”

Jennie shrugged. “You have two options: act like it didn’t happen, and stay miserable. Or talk to her, like a grown adult. Maybe apologize for being a brat.

Lisa wrinkled her nose. “I’m not good at that.”

“Yeah, well,” Jennie said. “It’s either that or you both keep spiraling.”

Lisa always went to Jennie for advice because she gave it the best. This time, she was more interested in testing her own methods first.

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mxdimitrescu · 1 year ago

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Blackpink Types of Kisses

Reactions/Headcanons Masterlist

Jisoo

~Forehead Kiss~

For Jisoo, there's something profoundly comforting about the simplicity of a forehead kiss. It's not just a fleeting touch; it's a tender expression of love that speaks volumes without needing any words.

Whenever you press your lips to her forehead, Jisoo feels a rush of warmth flood her being. It's as if your affection is wrapping around her like a cozy blanket, shielding her from the uncertainties of the world. In that moment, she knows she's cherished and valued, and it fills her heart with an indescribable joy.

What makes the forehead kiss so special for Jisoo is its gentle nature. It's not flashy or grandiose; it's quiet and intimate, reserved just for the two of you. And in that simplicity lies its power—it's a gesture that's pure and genuine, conveying your love for her in the most tender of ways.

Each time your lips meet her forehead, Jisoo feels a deep sense of connection. It's a reminder that you're there for her, supporting her through every twist and turn of life's journey. And as she leans into your embrace, she knows that with your love, she can weather any storm that comes her way.

Jennie

~Cheek Kiss~

Who could resist kissing Jennie's adorable mandu cheeks? They were like soft, squishy dumplings, irresistibly inviting and begging for attention. With each peck, a delighted squeal would escape Jennie's lips, her cheeks flushing with a rosy hue that only added to her undeniable charm.

But it wasn't just kisses that you found yourself drawn to. You couldn't resist gently nibbling on her cheeks, savoring the delicate texture of her skin between your teeth. Each playful bite elicited a gasp from Jennie, her eyes darkening with desire as she pulled you closer, craving more of your touch.

Before you knew it, the innocent nibbles would escalate into something more heated, with Jennie leading you to the bedroom, her cheeks flushed with excitement and anticipation. Lost in the intensity of the moment, you marveled at the sweetness of Jennie's mandu cheeks, knowing that they held the key to unlocking her deepest desires.

Rosé

~Earlobe Kiss~

It all began on a lazy afternoon, with Rosé peacefully lost in slumber. As you watched her, captivated by the serene rise and fall of her chest, a sudden impulse took hold of you. Leaning in closer, you started to pepper her tranquil face with gentle kisses, relishing in the velvety softness of her skin beneath your lips.

It was when your attention shifted to her delicate earlobes that things took an unexpected turn. A tender kiss planted there prompted a subtle squirm from Rosé, a soft murmur escaping her lips as she shifted in her sleep. Intrigued by her reaction, you couldn't resist delving deeper into this newfound discovery.

With a mischievous grin, you decided to test the waters further. Leaning in once again, you gently took her earlobe between your teeth, applying just the right amount of pressure to elicit a response. The result surpassed your expectations—a drawn-out moan slipped from Rosé's lips, her body instinctively responding to your touch.

In that moment, a blend of arousal and amusement washed over you as you realized the power of this revelation. When Rosé eventually awoke, she was initially bashful about her vulnerability, but you couldn't resist teasing her, both in public and private, using her newfound sensitivity to your advantage.

Thus, a playful dynamic blossomed between you, a secret shared only between lovers, adding an irresistible spark to your relationship as you continued to explore the depths of each other's desires.

Lisa

~Shoulder Kiss~

In the dimly lit studio, where the pulsating rhythm of music filled the air, you and Lisa moved as if in a trance, completely lost in the intoxicating dance of passion. With each beat, your bodies intertwined, moving in perfect harmony as if they were made to dance together.

In a moment of perfect synchronicity, you found yourself behind Lisa, your hand resting gently on her waist while your other arm encircled her chest. The heat of the dance surrounded both of you, thick with anticipation and desire.

Feeling the rhythm of Lisa's breath beneath your touch, you couldn't resist the temptation to lean down and place soft kisses along her shoulders, relishing the warmth of her skin against your lips. Lisa's response was immediate, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she leaned back into your embrace, her head tilting to the side to offer you better access.

In that fleeting moment, it felt as though time had stopped, and all that existed was the electric connection between the two of you, the dance of desire binding you together in its spell.

As the dance carried over into the bedroom, Lisa revealed her penchant for a more intense sensation. With each gentle bite to her shoulder, pleasure surged through her veins, igniting every nerve ending with an exquisite intensity that left her trembling with desire.

Together, you delved deeper into the realm of passion, discovering new ways to connect and indulge in the intoxicating dance of love and desire that bound you together, moving as one in the symphony of passion.

#blackpink x reader #rosé #blackpink jennie #blackpink jisoo #blackpink lisa #jennie kim #blackpink rosé #kim jisoo #park roseanne #park rosé #lalisa manoban #lalisa manobal #blackpink #kisses #headcanon

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mrs-johansson · 7 months ago

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Escape from LA - Lisa Manobal x Fem!Depp!Reader

Part 9:

Lisa and I walked over to them and the girls went inside. Lili was grasping onto my arm, while I took the hat off my head, smoothing out my hair. “It looked cute,” she pouted and I swear it was the cutest sight ever. “I need to look somewhat rich, he’s a fucking billionaire. I have nothing compared to him,” I said, pulling my shirt over my cleavage. “Stop doing that,” Lisa pulled my hand away from my shirt. “No one cares about his money, he shouldn’t even be here. We are finally in the same city and he has to show up,” she sighed, just as we were a couple steps away, she put a smile on her face since there were other people who didn’t know a thing about us two.

Not gonna lie I was nervous. I didn’t know the guy. I don't know how he is with Lisa, how friendly they are, or how much of his intentions were actually friendly or strictly business. “Hi,” Lisa spoke first and Frédéric immediately went for the hug, although Lisa didn’t let go of me and only gave him a side hug. “Hi, I heard the show was great,” the tall man said. Damn, he really is not the most handsome man. Believe me, if he wasn’t involved with Lisa, I wouldn’t even say a word about him but unfortunately that’s not the case. “Yeah, it was awesome,” she replied. Frédéric and I made eye contact and we shared the probably most awkward smile I’ve ever experienced. You know it was that tight-lipped smile that you give elderly people on the street when you accidentally make eye contact. Horrible. “I’m Frédéric Arnault,” he extended his hand out, the heavy French accent in his voice screaming he was a billionaire. “Y/n Fleur Depp,” I shook his hand, with a polite smile. “Ah yes, you’re one of the ambassadors for Louis Vuitton.” Yeah and like a well-known artist but whatever. “That’s right,” I said and a little awkward silence fell on the group. I looked at my sister who already had her eyes on me, a smirk pulling on her lips. Then a very tall guy, over 6 feet, walked over to our group with a big smile on his face. He was good looking I admit. Dark brown fluffy hair, light brown eyes, freshly shaved face, and a pearly white smile. He was very well built, lean but also masculine, and overall very well dressed. He was more like a Greek-looking man than a French one. “Sorry, important call,” he said, then looked at me, noticing a new face with his friend. “We haven’t met, I’m Henri Vaux, big fan,” his accent was less harsh and smoother than Frédéric’s. Henri held his hand out which I shook, surprised to hear he knows me by only my face. “I’m Y/n Fleur Depp, thank you, nice to hear that,” I replied, letting go of his hand. My sister seemed to know Frédéric and I was a little upset that she didn’t say anything about him before but maybe she didn’t know he was involved with Lisa.

I asked for a cigarette from Lily-Rose but just as I lit it, Frédéric spoke. “Should we get inside?” He looked at Lisa, who quickly glanced at me, watching as I blew the smoke out. “Sure,” she cleared her throat. Her fingers brushed over my arms as she let go, giving me a soft smile. “Are guys coming?” She asked my sister and Shake and they nodded, Frédéric’s friends following but Henri stood still in his place before stepping a little closer now that it was just the two of us.

I never wanted to smoke a cigarette quicker in my life. “So you’re friends with Lisa?” He asked. “Yeah, for a couple of months now,” I nodded. “And you and Frédéric are friends, work together?” I asked. “We’ve been friends for a while, since high school actually.” “That’s a long time. And what do you do?” I asked, curious about the man. “I’m the CFO of Tag Heuer.” Another millionaire, great. “Big job, huh? Must be exciting,” I said, and he chuckled. “Probably not as exciting as yours.” “Probably. But I’m sure you’re not cooped up in a 1 billion dollar mansion in Paris.” He smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m definitely not.” I watched as the end of the cigarette burned, with a couple of minutes still left of it. “So I suppose you know about Frédéric and Lisa?” He asked and I looked up at him. “Of their relationship?” “That it’s fake,” he clarified. “Oh, yeah. I find it very… hard to work out. I’m sure they don’t enjoy all that much,” I said, knowing how Lisa felt about the situation. “Yeah, well if Frédéric tried harder maybe it could’ve been real but obviously he didn’t,” he shrugged and my eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean? I thought they tried to be in a relationship but it didn’t work out.” “Fréd is a very work-driven person and he puts work above anything and anyone and clearly that doesn’t work with a relationship already being so publicized and long distance, so they said that it’s better to just keep it business-like. Frédéric can build his brand in Asia, and Lisa in Europe. It works well for them I guess,” his words made me want to vomit. If I understood well, he basically said that Lisa wanted a real relationship with Frédéric but he was so obsessed with his job that he didn’t care enough. What a stupid man. Well, I guess lucky for me. “It’s a difficult thing, that’s for sure,” I blew out the last of the smoke, before stepping on the cigarette end. “You don’t like business relationships?” “No, I think they are useless. It’s very caging and… I don’t know, if one of them finds someone they actually love and want to be with, then what? Now they have to hide two relationships? I think it’s a stupid concept,” I got a little passionate about this. “So I’m guessing you and Harry Styles are not in a PR relationship at the moment?” He tilted his head with a smirk. “Definitely not, we’re not even together. That’s in the past,” I stated. My phone buzzed in my pocket so I pulled out to see Lisa texted me.

Lisa💋: how is that cigarette still burning?! Get inside

“We should get inside, don’t want to keep them waiting,” I said and he nodded, me leading the way inside the house. A lot of people were there who were familiar but I didn’t know why they were there. Like what is Tyga doing here? Anyway, we fought ourselves through the crowd and quickly found the bar where Henri paid for my drink, although I insisted he didn’t have to. Since he was tall he spotted Frédéric’s head above all the people with normal heights. Henri grabbed onto my hand, leading the way to our group. I was very confused about this guy. Once I saw the French billionaire heir, I also saw Lisa by his side, holding onto a cup, listening to whatever Frédéric and his friends were talking about. Lisa did not waste time and walked across the group. “I’m going to the bathroom, coming?” She asked and I didn’t have a chance to answer because she was already pulling me through the crowd to the bathroom. Lisa pushed open the door sticking her head in and once she saw it was empty she pulled me in, locking the door. I leaned against the door, sipping my drink while Lisa was standing there looking very frustrated.

“So how are we gonna do this?” She asked and I raised my eyebrows. “Do what? The house is packed, and he’s here, clearly, we’re not gonna do anything,” I said, stating the obvious. “It’s so unfair,” she leaned her head back with a groan, making me laugh. “I mean it was bound to happen, even if he wasn’t here we wouldn’t be out there on top of each other. Everyone thinks you’re dating him,” the words so bitter in my mouth. She rolled her eyes and downed her drink in one. “Okay, maybe slow down,” I suggested, and took her hand, bringing her closer. Lisa looked genuinely upset that we couldn’t have fun freely on one of her biggest nights. “Look, I know it sucks but we have all week. We could go over to my house in LA or we can stay here, whatever you want. Until then, we’ll have to sneak off to bathrooms or storage rooms,” I said with a grin and she nodded with a smile. “But you look way too hot for a storage room,” her hands snuck around my waist, lips lingering over mine. I wrapped my arms around her neck, leaving a soft peck on her lips. “I watched you dance on a pole tonight, you think it’s easy for me to stay away from you?” I asked, a smirk pulling on my mouth. Lisa rolled her eyes playfully, connecting our lips in a long, deep kiss. I could feel my skin burning from her touch, her hands sliding down to my butt, gently squeezing, earning a moan from me. I pulled away, taking a deep breath. “We can’t… As much as I want to, we really can’t,” I sighed, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. She smiled softly, nodding. “Yeah. Let’s get another drink, it’s gonna be a long night.”

After a while, we were sitting around the lounge area outside on the patio, just drinking and chatting. I was sitting on one couch with Rose while Lisa sat across from us with Frédéric, his arm around her shoulder. Rose and I were drinking pretty heavily, she kept bringing drinks and I didn’t mind. I was not up to see Lisa with the guy’s arm around her. “Have you talked to her?” Rose asked subtly, surprised she could still do that. “No, it’s too early for that.” I shook my head. “What are you waiting for? For Frédéric to make another move on her?” She questioned. “Obviously not, but what if she says no? She’ll cut me off and will think I’m a weirdo.” “Y/n, everyone sees the way you two look at each other. And I know both of you’ve been saying it’s just fun but believe me, this is more than fun. I wouldn’t buy birthday gifts for my hook ups,” Rose pointed out and I couldn’t help but think about it seriously. It’s probably the alcohol getting to my head also, but maybe she’s truly right. “Fine, I do like her. A lot. But what about Mr. Billionaire over there, he’s clearly hoping Lisa will get with him,” I said and she rolled her eyes. “If she does, I will smack her. So far I really think it’s just business for her. When he made a move on her, she rejected him after two dates or something. I can’t believe you don’t think you have a chance with her. You’re one of the coolest people, have some confidence in yourself,” she pushed my shoulder playfully. I laughed at her actions, also finding it sweet how much she was trying. “I will ask her soon, now stop pushing me,” I grabbed her hand and she started laughing, clearly drunk. Tyga walked out of the house with a wooden box in his hands, and he walked up to my sister and Shake before opening the box, revealing a bunch of blunts. They took one and he was by my side the next second, offering me one too. “Do you mind?” I asked Rose since she was the one sitting next to me and I didn’t know what she thought about the subject. “Go for it,” she waved me on, so I took one thanking Tyga, and disappeared again. I asked for a lighter from my sister and after I lit the blunt I passed it right back. “Have you smoked before?” I asked Rose and she nodded her head, I was surprised not gonna lie. I think I needed this to ease my mind a little. “Only twice, it’s not legal in Korea,” she said. “You want some?” I asked and she shrugged, taking the joint and gently taking a puff, before passing it back.

We were all having our own conversations with each other, the house starting to clear out as it was way past 2 am. Rose and I shared the blunt, and our conversation just got more and more philosophical as time passed. I felt my phone buzz in my lap and as I looked at the screen, I saw Lisa’s name.

Lisa💋: having fun?

I glanced over at her, still sitting by Frédéric’s side, barely even making conversation with the girls too. Lisa looked pissed. Like really pissed and I understand that she’s annoyed that he announced his arrival so last minute, but damn.

me: am I not supposed to be having fun?

Lisa💋: Rose and you are vibing

I looked at her and she didn’t even look at me, she pretended to listen to whatever Frédéric was saying to his friend. Her hands were gripping her phone, I don’t even know when she had her latest drink.

me: well you haven’t left his side since we got back, you barely talk to me

Lisa💋: you and Rose were talking, didn’t want to interrupt

I gave her a questioning look and she just shrugged, acting like that was a proper excuse.

me: you could’ve, why are you sitting there anyway? You barely drank and you haven’t talked much to the girls either. Leave his ass already

Lisa💋: he came here for me

me: have fun then

I closed my phone, took the blunt from Rose, and took a long puff. From the corner of my eye, I could see Lisa stand up and as I blew out the smoke, she walked over, and the next thing I knew she was sitting on my lap sideways, an arm around my shoulder. “Took you long enough,” I murmured and she pinched my neck, making me groan. “Rosie, since when do you smoke weed?” Lisa scolded her band mate and Rose just waved her off. “At least she’s enjoying herself,” I said, picking up my cup from the table, a hand on Lisa’s lower back, just so I could properly reach the cup but she snatched the drink out of my hand. “I am enjoying myself,” she said and took a sip of my drink before handing it over. “Yeah? I haven’t seen a smile on your face since we came out here.” I said and she looked away, a frown on her face. “You need to loosen up, this is your night baby,” I said quietly, and she looked down at me, a small smile on her face. “You’re so high,” she said slowly and I nodded. “You’re right. And you know what?” I pointed at her before looking at Rose. “We need burgers and fries,” I said and her mouth dropped. “Fuck yes!” She nodded excitedly. “I’ll call the place,” I asked for Rose’s order and I convinced Lisa to have some too, Jennie and Jisoo were up for burgers too but no one else so I placed the order and we just had to wait for it to arrive. “How is a burger place open on a Saturday at 3 am?” Lisa asked. “It’s Coachella weekend, drunk and high people love burgers.” “I’m one of them,” Rose put her hand up and took a puff once again then handed it over. “So… Lisa,” I started and Lisa was already chuckling. “Just keep your voice down, whatever you say,” she said, her hand gently massaging the back of my head. “First of all… that feels very nice,” the words came out kinda slow as her fingers kept a steady pressure on my head. “And second?” “Have you smoked before? It’s a big question because my friend here, Roseanne, she’s a pro at it as you can see,” I tapped Rosie’s shoulder and she nodded enthusiastically. “And I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by smoking next to your very beautiful face, if you don’t like this,” I said and Lisa’s smile just kept growing. “I have smoked before, and I don’t mind,” I leaned against her shoulder, her hand coming up to the side of my head, softly caressing the skin. “You okay?” She chuckled. “Yeah, I’m just dreaming about the burger. It’s gonna be a great burger,” I mumbled and her chuckle made me look up at her. She looked so beautiful. Her eyes were so shiny and her smile was so warm and sweet. “I really want to kiss you right now… you’re so pretty,” I couldn’t help but whisper, my hand ending up on her knee, I could tell my eyes were hooded, and my words probably came out slower than I imagined. Lisa just smiled, shaking her head. “The burgers are here!” Rose jumped up from the coach then Lisa stood up too and followed them to the front door, paying for our food and Jisoo joined with Jennie. We settled around the kitchen, everyone munching on their food. “It’s good,” said Jisoo, and I was surprised she finally spoke English without being forced to. Then I thought why not say something I’ve learned in Korean from all the time Lisa was eating while we were on the phone. “맛있는,” (tasty) I said and the girls were laughing but also very surprised that I could actually say something.

Then we saw a couple of people lining up for something before we realized they were waiting for the photo wall. “We should totally take pictures!” Rose got up, taking her little platter of food and making her way over, followed by Jisoo and Jennie before I got up too, looking over at Lisa. “You coming?” I asked and she just looked up from her phone. “Yeah, I’m just gonna check on Frédéric. I’ll be there in a minute,” she gave me a small smile and left for the backyard.

I walked up to the three girls and they noticed Lisa’s absence. “Where’s Lisa?” Asked Jennie. “She’s checking on her boyfriend,” I shrugged and Jennie immediately made a face to my attitude. “Okay, stop that.” I avoided her eyes, just seeing if we would be next in line anytime soon. “I didn’t do anything.” “Y/n… You’re so jealous,” Jennie raised her eyebrows at me and I rolled my eyes. “You’re saying this like I don’t have anything to be jealous about,” I leaned against the wall as we were still not the next in line. “Because you don’t. She doesn’t have feelings for him. You have to believe that,” she said and I just didn’t know what to say. I’m not even supposed to be jealous, he’s her “boyfriend” even though it’s supposed to be fake. And everyone keeps telling me that Lisa doesn’t have feelings for the guy but I just can’t seem to fully believe that. “Whatever, I don’t care. She’s not my girlfriend anyway,” I cleared my throat and thankfully we were next up. “You should really think that over,” Jennie said and I just tried to ignore that sentence before she took hold of my arm, making me look at her. “Y/n, you don’t have to worry about this. I would tell you if there was something between them,” she said and I only nodded before Rose pulled us over to take pictures in front of the PinkChella wall. We took a bunch then Lisa ran over to us, ready to join.

“Sorry, sorry, my mom called,” said Lisa, giving us a big smile, and wrapping an arm around Jisoo. My eyes met with Jennie’s upon hearing Lisa’s words, and I gave her a “told you” look, to which she just frowned.

We posed for pictures, some sexy, some funny ones, but Lisa and I stayed on the two ends. After like 20-something photos I told them to do more as just the four of them, since it’s truly about them.

I made my way back to the patio. My sister and Shake already left, so it was basically Frédéric and his friends out there. Henri and I made eye contact and shared a small smile before he ditched his friends and sat next to me on the couch. “How’s it going? Did you get your burger?” He asked with a slight smirk, which made me chuckle a little. “Yup, already gone. It was very nice,” I smiled, making a drink from the bottles on the patio table. “I’m not gonna lie, I bought tickets for your show in Paris. My sister is a big fan of yours,” said Henri, and I was happy to hear that. “Is she?” “Yeah, she really loves your music, that’s all we listen to when she’s with me.” “Must be so annoying to hear my voice all the time then,” I teased with a smile and he shook his head, a small laugh leaving him. “Could be much worse, you know.”

Henri and I fell into conversation very quickly, just getting to know each other and learning about each other’s lives, since it was very different but also similar. He is a very nice person, very funny and like real. You would think someone like him would be so full of himself and have a huge ego, but he is so down to earth and he talked a lot about his family, how he is so close with them and that they love to just spend time together in the countryside.

“So how long are you guys staying in California?” I asked, taking a sip of my drink. “Couple of days, not long, I need to get back to work. You?” “I leave next Monday. Then I only have a few days off until the summer.” “Maybe we could hang out sometime this week,” he suggested and I honestly didn’t know what to say.

Obviously, I am very uncomfortable and confused about this whole Lisa and Frédéric thing. And obviously, I have no right to be jealous because she is not my girlfriend. But clearly, it’s not an ideal situation overall because she is not in a real relationship with him and it’s just so difficult to make the right choices. Also, Henri is a nice guy and it doesn’t have to be a date, it could be just a friendly meeting. “Yeah, sure.”

We exchanged numbers and soon after him and his friends, including Frédéric, left.

A few minutes later Lisa came out to the patio, a bounce in her step and a sly smile on her face. “They left,” she said excitedly, coming over to grab my hands and pull me up from the couch. I couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, seeing how happy she was about them leaving. “Yeah, they did.” Lisa looked around, but we were the only people on the patio so she looked at me with a tiny smirk. “We seem to be alone…” She said, her arms sneaking around my waist. “One of a few moments,” I added, my hands coming up to rest against her biceps.

I felt the heat radiating off her body, the intimacy between us growing to a fever pitch.

She tilted her head, her lips hovering just millimeters from mine. Her eyes searched mine for any hint of hesitation, but all she could see was desire, mirroring the same feelings surging through her.

And with a soft exhale, she closed the gap between us, her lips finally meeting mine in a kiss that was equal parts needy and tender.

#lisa x female reader #lisa x reader #blackpink lisa #lisa manobal #lisa manoban #lisa #gxg #blackpink x you #blackpink x reader #blackpink #jennie #jisoo #rose #lily rose depp #wlw

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lvesickjens · 2 years ago

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— ☆. BLACKPINK MASTERLIST.

last updated 21st oct 2023

a - angst | s - smut/suggestive | f - fluff | ** - trigger warning

☆. KIM JI-SOO.

n/a.

☆. KIM JENNIE.

n/a.

☆. PARK ROSÈ.

n/a.

☆. LALISA MANOBAL.

n/a.

#blackpink #blackpink x reader #blackpink fanfic #blackpink smut #jennie x reader #lisa x reader #rosè x reader #jisoo x reader #rose x reader #jennie kim #kim jisoo #park rosé #lalisa manobal #lisa smut #jennie smut #jisoo smut #rose smut #blackpink angst

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brainddeadd · 1 year ago

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"I fucking adore you. I love you. And you love me too. So why the fuck are you running from me?"

fluff, angst if you squint, fem!reader

September 2022

“Aren’t you going to go with them?” Y/N asked, nudging her shoulder in the direction of the other girls, but Lisa just shook her head and turned to start walking back towards the apartment building.

“Come on, we’ve got shows to watch and junk food to eat.” She called over her shoulder and Y/N stared at her in shock for a few moments, before jogging softly to catch up with the taller girl, complaining about her longer legs, causing Lisa to laugh and offer to give her a piggy-back ride, to which Y/N shoved her lightly.

“You shit.” Y/N muttered when Lisa made her footsteps comedically smaller and slower, trying to match the smaller girl’s own footsteps. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” Lisa replied, smiling cheekily. “If you did, you would have asked for a different roommate.”

“How do you know I didn’t?” Y/N asked, a playful glint in her eye. Lisa held a hand over her heart in mock offence.

“How dare you?” She exclaimed, making her steps bigger again and quickly leaving Y/N behind her, the latter muttering to herself about the ‘damn long legged idiot’. Y/N began to run after Lisa, only catching up to her outside of their flat, panting and cursing the athlete.

“You good?” Lisa asked, and Y/N looked at her, expecting there to be a teasing look on her face, but only seeing concern.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Y/N nodded. “Just need some water.”

“Come on then. You get some water and I’ll set up the couch with blankets and the food. You can pick what we watch.” Lisa opened the door and gestured for Y/N to go through. Mumbling a small ‘thanks’ Y/N beelined for the kitchen, hearing the door close and Lisa's bag fall to the floor and a cupboard open in the hallway.

“You can go with them, don’t miss out because of me.” Y/N said as she sat on the couch, waiting for Lisa to re-appear.

“Who says I’m missin’ out?” Lisa questioned, her frown hidden by the packet of chips placed in front of her face.

“But they’re your friends and-“

“You’re my friend, too.” Lisa said, looking at her pointedly. “And besides, I see them all day, every day and I hardly ever see you, which considering I live with you, is insane, but-“

She sighed and shook her head.

“I want to hang out and watch shitty TV and eat crappy food with you, so I’m gonna do just that.” Lisa then threw a packet of lollies at Y/N's face and turned to the TV. “Now pick something and let’s enter the vegetative state in which we basically live.”

April 2023

Y/N and Lisa fell into a routine. They knew exactly what the other wanted to do when the other had a good day or a bad day, and they knew just by looking at each other which one that day was.

Lisa knew what to do when Y/N’s work got to be too demanding and irrational during the meetings (get her some Soju and get wild) and what to do when nothing seemed to go right (a bath and some good food, maybe some cuddles).

Y/N knew that Lisa forgot her food all the time, so she’d order Lisa’s favourite takeout on those days and she would always have Netflix and blankets ready for the bad days.

Their relationship was comfortable and far less platonic than either of them would care to admit.

July 2023

Lisa stumbled in through the door, exhaustion setting into her bones, her movements slow and soft. It was late, already hours past the time she’s supposed to be out until, and she knows it. She staggers into the living room and frowns when she sees the light is still on, looking around and seeing Y/N on the couch.

“Y/N.” She called out, but she got no response, so she walked over to the lump, frowning when she saw that Y/N was asleep. Gently shaking her, she calls her name a few more times until Y/N begins to stir.

“What?” Voice quiet and heavy, Y/N frowned and then shot up and looked at Lisa. “I fell asleep.”

“You did.” Lisa nodded. “What were you doing on the couch?”

“Waitin’ for you to get home safely.” The words were mumbled and almost incoherent, but Lisa got them and smiled before pulling Y/N up off the couch.

“To bed.” She pushed Y/N softly towards the hallway and ensured that she didn’t bump into anything before they parted ways into their own rooms.

“G’night.” Y/N mumbled. “Love ya.”

August 2023

"Lisa. Lisa. Lisaaaaaaaaa.” Y/N started poking Lisa's cheek in an attempt to wake her up.

“Is there a fire?”

“Nope.”

“Are you gonna die if I don’t take you to the hospital right this very second?”

“Nope.”

“Are you injured? Is anyone else injured? Is something wrong?”

“Nope.”

“Then let me sleep.” Lisa muttered and shoved a near by pillow over her face.

“Come on, get up.” Y/N whined. “I made breakfast, and it’s like eleven o’clock, get up, let's go sleeping beauty.”

“Noooooooo.” Lisa rolled over, grabbing Y/N’s hands and pulling her along, wrapping her up and holding her in place, Y/N's back in Lisa's chest. “Sleep.”

December 2023

Y/N walked into the living room, rubbing her arms in order to generate some kind of heat, to warm herself up and completely prepared just wrap herself up in a blanket on the couch and just stay there for the rest of her life, only to stop at the sight in front of her in what could only be described as adoration. Lisa was sitting on the couch, three blankets wrapped around her in various ways and the hood of one of Y/N’s jumpers covering her hair, and a pout on her face as she looked over at Y/N.

“It’s cold.” Lisa mumbled, still obviously cold under her mountain of fluff. “The power’s off. Has been since this mornin’.”

“Have you been here the whole time?” Y/N asked, frowning and moving towards her bedroom.

“Yes.” Lisa mumbled. “I was doing jobs, so I kept warm but then I ran out of things to do and the storm started and now I’m cold and have been for ages and I can’t get warm and-“

“Here.” Y/N cut her off by holding a long sleeve top and a pair of track-pants in front of her. “Put them on. It’ll help.”

Lisa took the clothes, and Y/N walked back into her room.

“Thank you.” Lisa called out, and when Y/N returned a few minutes later, she’d changed into track-pants and had one of her hoodies cover her body, socks on her feet. He moved towards the cupboard where the blankets were kept, pulling the remaining five out and dumping them on the couch next to Lisa.

“What are you doing?” Lisa stared in confusion as Y/N moved towards the kitchen.

“Food.” Y/N was rummaging in the pantry, pulling out anything and everything she thought they could eat whilst being as warm as possible.

“You ok?” Lisa knew the question was pointless. She obviously wasn’t ok, but she figured she’d ask anyway. Y/N grunted in response and went back to the food.

“Y/N.” The tone of Lisa’s voice caused Y/N to turn and look at her, eyes wide. “What happened?”

“Nothin’.” Y/N picked up what she could and walked over, dumping it on the table and then walked back to get what was left over.

“Y/N,” Lisa pulled her hand out of the mound of blankets and took Y/N’s, causing the taller girl to stop and look at her. “I can’t fix the problem if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Y/N’s shoulders drooped forwards and her knees appeared to give out from beneath her, causing her to fall onto the couch and a loud sob to leave her mouth, her chest heaving. Lisa pushed the blankets away from her body and pulled Y/N closer, wrapping them both up in the eight fluffy blankets and curling her arms around Y/N’s shoulders. The taller girl’s shoulders shook and Lisa frowned, pulling her closer and rubbing her shoulders, humming a tune to whatever song popped into her head, holding the girl and occasionally pushing her hair out of her face, trying to comfort her.

“What happened?” Lisa whispered once the sobbing had subsided, and Y/N tightened her hold around Lisa’s waist.

“They’re talking shit again and my boss was yelling at me and only me because of shit the others did and I’m so stressed about all of the work that the other managers have given me and-“ Lisa shushed her and pulled her closer.

“It’s ok, shh, I’ve got you.” Lisa rubbed her back. “They’re talking shit about things they know nothing about, and your boss is a dick and you know it, everyone knows it. Just breathe, and tomorrow is a new day, you’ve got me and the girls and your family, and we’re not going anywhere. You’re ok. What do you need?”

“Keep holding me.” Y/N’s voice was soft, as if she thought that Lisa would say no, pull away or recoil, instead, Lisa raked a hand through her hair and kissed her forehead.

January 2024

“Come on.” Lisa said and grabbed Y/N’s hand, pulling her off the couch and catching her when she stumbled. “We’re going on a walk.”

“What? Why? Lisa?” Ignoring Y/N's questioning, Lisa walked them down the stairs and out into the front of the building. “Lisa, what are we doing?”

“Going for a walk.”

“Why?”

“Because you have been cooped up in that flat for way too long, and now I’m reintroducing you to the sun and letting you experience some natural heat.” Lisa shrugged. “Besides, we haven’t hung out in a while, so I figured we could do that. Unless you don’t want to?”

“No, I want to.” Y/N caught onto the hesitant tone, the look in Lisa’s eye, as if she didn’t know if Y/N wanted to hang out with her, as if that’s not all Y/N ever wants to do.

February 2024

“Take my hand.” Lisa muttered, holding her hand out for Y/N to take.

“Why?” Y/N asked, but did so anyway, both of them hating the way they love the feel of the others' hand in theirs.

“Don’t want to lose ya.” Lisa's voice was quiet, and Y/N almost didn’t hear her over the sound of the crowd. “Gotta protect ya, keep ya close.”

“Why? What?” Y/N frowned and was tempted to pull away from Lisa, but someone bumped into her, knocking her into Lisa, causing Lisa to wrap her arms around her and pull her close, whilst trying to navigate their way out of the crowd.

“Stay with me.” Lisa mumbled. They linked hands and forced their way through the crowd, mumbling apologies to those they bumped into and dodging bodies that were all forcing themselves into the space around them.

“Why do you need to protect me and keep me close?” Y/N asked when they were finally free from the crowd, and Lisa looked at her, alarmed and shocked, before shaking her head.

“Of course you don’t know.” She muttered. “I want to. I need to. I care about you. I’m used to protecting you, instinct left over from before, and now I can’t stop protecting you. It’s not a ‘you can’t do that shit’ type of thing, its more of a ‘do it if you want, but I’m gonna keep an eye on you cause I care’ type of thing. I can stop if you want me to. It’s not-”

“No, it’s ok. I don’t mind it.” Y/N reassured her, causing her shoulders to lose some tension. “It’s sweet. Thank you for caring enough to watch over me.”

“Never thank me for that.” Lisa begged, hoping to somehow get Y/N to see herself the way she does. “It’s not something that warrants a thanks and it’s not a big deal. It’s just me loving and caring for ya.”

February 2024

“You made dinner?” Y/N’s eyes were wide, and her face held a look of concern.

“Yeah, why?” Lisa asked, placing a cup of tea on the table and then turning to look at the smaller girl and frowning slightly at the expression on her face. “What?”

“You made dinner.” Y/N’s everything had softened, as if she’d started to melt slightly.

“Yeah, you always make dinner and breakfast and lunch and you were out and I wanted to do something for you because I never do and I guess dinner was just the first thing that came to mind.” Lisa shrugged. “If you don’t like it, we can order in.”

Y/n shook her head and sat at the table next to her, both of them taking one bite of the meal before putting their forks down.

“Ramen?”

“Please.”

March 2024

“You talk about her like she’s your world.” Jennie told her friend , smiling softly when she looked up at her with wide eyes, slight fear etched upon her features. “I’ve known for years, didn’t say anything because I wanted you to have the freedom and the power to tell me yourself, I didn’t want to take that from you.”

“Why say something now?” Lisa asked.

“Because I need you to realise that you love her in a way that most people only dream of feeling.” Jennie saw the look on her face and took her hands in hers. “Lisa, you have this person right in front of you, standing there, patiently waiting, their whole soul begging you to realise that they love you and your soul is begging you to realise that you love him back. I’m begging you to realise it. Don’t let her slip away from you. Don’t lose this love. Don’t let this love go. Grasp this love tightly in your hands, pull it as close to your heart as you can, and hold on for dear life. This love is good and pure and true.”

“How?” Her voice broke, and she turned from her slightly, wiping at his eyes. “I’m so scared. I’m so in love with her it’s insane and I have no idea how to proceed in this situation.”

“Just tell her. Be honest and open with her. No matter how scary it is.” Lisa looked at her friend and Jennie pulled her into a hug. “Tell her. Hold onto the love.”

April 2024

“You told me that you loved me and then ran away, Lisa. Literally ran away. How am I supposed to feel after that? What do you want me to do with that?" Y/N was pissed, ranting away, ignoring the look on Lisa's face. "I fucking adore you. I love you. And you love me too. So why the fuck are you running from me?"

“I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you since the day we met and it fucking scared me. My entire soul was begging me to tell you and it just kind of blurted out and fuck, I didn’t mean for it to, so I ran. That’s what I do. I run from my problems and in that moment, you were the problem or my feelings were and I blurted them out without fucking thinking about it and then ran away.”

"You don’t need to be scared, baby." Y/N's voice was softer now, gentle and soothing. "I know we've got some things to figure out, but we can do that together."

"I love you."

"I love you too. And I intend on proving it to you every day for the rest of our lives if you'll let me."

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perfectsunlight · 11 months ago

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16 ⸺ PRETTY GIRL

warnings: toxic behavior, dark humor, swearing

part of the series: LOGICAL

TAGLIST ⸺ ✭ @silantryoo @rosiehrs @niniwhiskers @cwpiqwon @jisooftme @1luvkarina @scarfac3 @santasbitch @lisas-earlobe @wallfl9wer @aerihiltonn @unforgivenangel @uzumakioden @skydreamed @haerinfangs @la-douleur-ne-finit-jamais @haerinkisser @giginings @lilsvx @milanlaia @pandafuriosa60 @wifey-badalee @slowlyturninggay291 @dreamingst99 @7daysronnie @thefckghost @drawing-into-the-night @xszn

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authorforrosie · 2 years ago

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Title: You are wearing Lisa’s favorite hoodie

Pairing: Lisa x You. [FxGN

Warning: None just fluff

Words: 583

Lisa has been looking for her favorite hoodie since almost fifty minutes after showering. She wanted to wear the hoodie because she knew how much you loved it on her. You were always in a cuddle mood when she is wearing her favorite hoodie.

„Since when has my favorite hoodie got legs and ran away from me. It needs to be somewhere..." Pouted Lisa.

Yes she asked herself the question since she is very frustrated about not finding the hoodie. She was about to stomp her feet on the ground when you walked into the bedroom. She saw that you are very her favorite yellow hoodie. All her frustrations went away replaced with literally a warm feeling in her heart. Her heart beats faster when she saw how cute you look in her hoodie. It was way bigger on you and looked like a dress.

„You look absolutely cute in my hoodie. Please keep on wearing it and let me cuddle with you." Asked Lisa with softness in her voice. She pouted to he end of her sentence.

You couldn't help yourself from cooed since she get's absolutely adorable when she is pouting. You only walked towards Lisa without saying anything. You didn't hesitate to kiss her whole face when you was standing in front of her.

„You are so cute sweetheart. Of course I will keep on wearing that hoodie since I love it as much as you do. Since I want you to cuddle with me." Answered you with joy in your voice. You didn't hesitate of kissing her on the lips passionately with much love.

Lisa couldn't help herself from moving her fists in the air and a happy expression on her face. She let out a cute "Yay!" meanwhile having red flushed cheeks in a blush.

Lisa walked towards the large closet that you both owned. She builds that for you for the third year anniversary with her own hands, family, friends and her bandmates. She decided to wear black shorts and yellow t-shirt with a black cat printed in the middle.

Your cheeks flushed red in a blush when she crawled on the bed beside you. Lisa didn't hesitate to pull you closer. You decided to lay your head on her chest. You and Lisa intertwined your fingers together meanwhile kissing slowly passionately.

A few minutes later you sat between her legs with your back pressed against her front. You kissed her cheek while playing with the rings on her fingers. See you in my 19th life was playing in the background.

Lisa cuddles with you even closer you both heard your hearts beating faster. In that moment you both fell even more in love with each other. You couldn't wait to marry her someday when the time is right for you both.

„I love you baby." Whispered Lisa with softness in her voice. You could hear through her voice how much she loves you.

You took her beautiful hand in yours to give it a soft squeeze. You hope that she could feel how much in love with her you are.

„I love you too my love." Whispered you back towards her with much love and admiration in your voice.

Lisa cooed since you are so cute in her opinion. Sometimes she wants to put you in her pockets to protect you at all costs. She doesn't always know how to handle her love for you. She wants to scream it to the whole world.

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stillalive19567 · 5 months ago

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Have you ever seen a demon cry? | Lisa x Female Reader | Chapters

My life turns upside down when my parents die under mysterious circumstances, revealing a world where supernatural creatures exist. Desperate for answers, I dabble in forbidden magic and accidentally summon Lisa, a powerful demon. Together, we uncover a hidden group of supernatural beings who fear my unique abilities.

As I face threats from the group, Lisa becomes not just my friend but someone I'm falling in love with.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30 (Mature)

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Final Chapter

Hey! This fanfic is made in a dead beautiful alternate universe, well not really. I just added some of its elements to this because I'm in love with that novel. I highly recommend you to read it. This fanfic isn't that good. I cringed really hard when I reread it after an year. So bear with me if you don't like it. The thing is this weird plot was going around in my head for a while and it sounded really good but I didn't know how to implement it really well. I wrote it anyways lol.

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cool-fancier · 9 months ago

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Between the Lines

Kim Jisoo x Female Reader

Synopsis: In the bustling halls of Seoul Arts Academy, two teachers—Y/N and Jisoo Kim—navigate playful rumors and buried feelings, discovering that love grows quietly, between the lines.

Word Count:2.8K

The beginning of the school year at Seoul Arts Academy always felt like stepping onto a stage, the same routine unfolding but with fresh faces and new stories yet to be told. You stood in your classroom, straightening a few stray chairs, taking a deep breath as students trickled in for your first history class of the day. The clattering of backpacks, the hum of low chatter—it was comforting, a reminder of why you chose this path.

“Ms. Kim, why do we have to study the past if it’s already happened?” a student, Min-seo, called out as she flopped into her seat.

You smiled at her. “Because the past has a funny way of repeating itself. If we don’t learn from it, we’re bound to make the same mistakes.”

The response was met with a few groans and chuckles, but you could see the gears turning in their heads, which was always a small victory. As the bell rang, you launched into your introduction for the semester, explaining the key events you’d be covering—revolutions, wars, peace treaties. The usual rhythm of teaching felt familiar, almost automatic.

But as you spoke, part of your attention wandered. You knew Jisoo was probably next door, handling her own set of students, the same light-hearted energy she always brought to her music classes making her students adore her. And, of course, feeding into the constant jokes from students and staff alike that the two of you were "Ms. and Mrs. Kim."

The teasing had started innocently enough. After all, you and Jisoo shared the same last name and had similar teaching styles—people always assumed there was more to your bond than simple friendship. At first, you laughed it off, but as time passed, those jokes began to linger, creeping into your thoughts during moments of silence.

— — — —

Lunchtime in the staff room was a sacred part of the day. It was where the teachers unwound, shared stories about students, and caught up on each other’s lives. As you pushed open the door, the usual suspects were already gathered—Jennie Kim sat scrolling through her phone, Lisa Manobal was leaning back in her chair with her feet up on the table, and Rosé Park was rifling through a stack of papers, no doubt grading last-minute assignments from her literature class.

"Look who it is!" Lisa called out, grinning as you walked in. "Mrs. Kim has arrived."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. "Very funny, Lisa."

Jennie looked up from her phone, raising an eyebrow. "Where’s your better half? Didn’t you two walk in together today?"

Rosé smirked from the corner, not even looking up from her papers. "Of course they did. They’re practically inseparable."

You grabbed your lunch and took a seat beside Lisa, shaking your head. "We don’t even live near each other. How do you all keep saying we arrive together?"

"Details, details," Lisa waved her hand dismissively. "But you’ve got to admit, it does look suspicious."

At that moment, the door creaked open, and Jisoo entered the staff room, her signature grin already in place as if she knew exactly what conversation she was walking into. She crossed the room with an easy confidence, dropping her lunch onto the table before sitting next to you.

"Am I late to the gossip session?" she asked, looking around at your friends.

"Perfect timing," Jennie said dryly. "We were just discussing your upcoming wedding with Y/N."

Jisoo let out a short laugh, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, yeah? When’s the date?"

You shot her a look, but Jisoo just shrugged, leaning in close enough that her shoulder brushed yours. It was a casual touch, one that might have gone unnoticed to anyone else, but you felt the warmth of it linger longer than it should have.

"Any day now," Lisa chimed in, winking. "We’ve already got the invitations ready."

"Great," Jisoo said, her tone playful, but there was something softer beneath it as she glanced at you. "I’ll make sure to wear white."

The conversation shifted after that—Rosé started ranting about one of her students who had tried to submit an essay full of song lyrics, and Jennie complained about how unprepared her third-year math students were. But even as everyone laughed and joked, you were acutely aware of Jisoo sitting beside you, the playful teasing that felt like it held something more underneath.

You weren’t sure when it started—this feeling that the lines between friendship and something more had begun to blur—but you couldn’t deny that it was there, simmering beneath the surface of every shared glance, every joke that lingered just a second too long.

— — — —

After the school day ended, the usual rush of students clearing out of the building was in full swing. You stood at your desk, organizing your lesson plan for the next day when Jisoo poked her head into your classroom.

"Hey," she said, leaning casually against the doorframe. "You doing anything tonight?"

You looked up, surprised by the invitation. "Nothing planned, why?"

Jisoo smiled, pushing off the doorframe and walking into the room. "I was thinking we could grab some dinner? I need to debrief after dealing with my first-years. They were especially chaotic today."

You laughed. "Sure, sounds good. Any place in mind?"

"How about that little Italian spot near the park? It’s quiet enough that we can actually hear each other talk."

"Sold," you said, packing up your things. The idea of spending more time with Jisoo, away from the students and the staff room gossip, felt like a nice change of pace.

— — — —

The restaurant was cozy, tucked away from the busy streets. Soft lighting and the smell of fresh pasta filled the air as you and Jisoo sat across from each other, menus forgotten on the table. The casual ease of your workday banter slipped away, leaving a quieter, more intimate atmosphere between you.

"So," Jisoo said, breaking the silence as she took a sip of her wine. "How are you really doing, Y/N?"

It was such a simple question, but the sincerity in her voice made you pause. You leaned back in your chair, thinking about how to answer. "Honestly? I’m okay. But this whole ‘Kim couple’ joke is starting to get under my skin a little."

Jisoo nodded, setting her glass down. "Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that too. It’s funny… until it’s not."

There was a weight to her words, something more serious than the playful tone she usually used. You felt your heart beat a little faster as she met your gaze, her eyes softer than usual, like she was trying to say something but holding back.

"You think we should… stop encouraging it?" you asked, not entirely sure what you meant by that.

Jisoo looked at you for a long moment before shaking her head. "I don’t know if we’re really encouraging it. I think they’re seeing something we haven’t figured out yet."

You stared at her, the words hanging between you. The playful, teasing Jisoo was gone, replaced by someone who was looking at you like they were waiting for you to catch up.

"Jisoo…" you started, unsure of how to finish.

She leaned forward slightly, her voice soft but steady. "I think we need to figure out what we are, Y/N. Because I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, and maybe they’re right. Maybe we are more than just friends."

The admission was quiet, but it hit you like a wave, the truth of it undeniable now that it was out in the open. Your heart raced, a million thoughts running through your mind, but one thing was clear: this wasn’t just about the students' jokes anymore. This was real, and it was something you couldn’t ignore any longer.

— — — —

The days following that dinner felt different. The teasing from your friends continued, but now, there was something more tangible between you and Jisoo, something that made every glance feel heavier, every touch more deliberate.

One afternoon, as you sat grading papers in the staff room, Jennie, Rosé, and Lisa were lounging around, discussing weekend plans.

"Y/N," Lisa called over, grinning mischievously. "You and Jisoo coming to karaoke with us on Friday?"

You didn’t get a chance to respond before Jisoo walked in, overhearing the question. "Karaoke? Sounds fun," she said, dropping into the seat beside you. "We’re in, right?"

You nodded, unable to hide your smile. "Yeah, we’re in."

Rosé laughed, leaning over to whisper loudly to Jennie, "Look at them, already answering for each other. It’s like they’re married."

Jennie smirked. "Honestly, it’s getting kind of gross how cute they are."

Jisoo turned to you, her smile widening. "I guess we’ve been caught."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing with her. As much as the teasing still got under your skin sometimes,you loved it.

— — — —

The banter in the staff room that afternoon was light, filled with the usual laughter and teasing. But underneath it all, you couldn't ignore the subtle changes between you and Jisoo—the quiet glances, the comfortable silences, the way your conversations now felt deeper than before. It was like a new layer had been added, one that neither of you had fully acknowledged but was undeniably there.

Friday came quickly, and before you knew it, you were standing outside a small karaoke bar, the neon lights flickering overhead. Lisa, Jennie, and Rosé were already inside, picking songs and bickering over which genre to start with.

Jisoo nudged your arm, pulling your attention back to her. "You ready for this?" she asked, her lips curving into that familiar smirk that always made your heart skip a beat.

You grinned, pushing the door open. "As long as you don’t make me sing, we’re good."

The inside of the bar was warm, the low thrum of music filling the air. You could hear Lisa's voice echoing from a nearby room, already belting out an energetic pop song while Jennie and Rosé tried to harmonize through their laughter.

"Come on, we saved you the best seat," Lisa called out, waving you both over to the corner booth.

You slid into the booth next to Jisoo, the soft vinyl pressing against your legs as you settled in. The atmosphere was lively, but there was something grounding about being close to her, your shoulders brushing every now and then as you leaned back, listening to the chaotic but joyful sounds of your friends.

After a few rounds of terrible (but entertaining) singing, you excused yourself to get another drink. The cool air outside the karaoke room was a nice reprieve from the warmth inside. As you stood at the bar, waiting for your order, you felt a presence next to you before you even turned around.

"You’re avoiding the stage," Jisoo said, her tone teasing but soft.

"I told you—I’m not much of a singer," you replied, glancing over at her with a grin.

She leaned against the counter, her eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than usual. "I know. But you don’t need to be. It’s just for fun."

You smiled at that, but something about the way she was looking at you tonight—something more intent than before—made the air between you feel charged, like a quiet shift had happened without either of you realizing.

"Are you having fun, though?" she asked, her voice softer now, more intimate.

"I am," you replied honestly. "It’s nice… being here with you."

Jisoo’s smile softened, her gaze holding yours as if she was weighing her next words carefully. "I like being around you, too."

There it was again—that feeling. The weight of something unsaid between you, but instead of the usual teasing or playful banter, this moment felt heavier, more real. You could feel the words hanging in the air, waiting to be spoken. But Jisoo didn’t rush it, didn’t jump to some grand declaration or cheesy line. Instead, she just looked at you, her expression thoughtful, as if she was figuring things out right alongside you.

"You know," she started, her tone casual but layered with meaning, "I’ve been thinking a lot lately… about us."

Your heart skipped. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she nodded, still looking at you, her gaze steady but not overwhelming. "I guess I just wanted to ask—do you ever think about… what this is? Like, what we are?"

It wasn’t the kind of big, dramatic moment that movies or books loved to paint, but it felt perfect in its simplicity. No over-the-top confessions, no grand gestures—just Jisoo being direct, honest, asking the question that had been lingering between you for weeks.

You took a breath, feeling the weight of her words. "I’ve been thinking about it, too."

A small smile tugged at her lips. "And?"

You hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I don’t know exactly what this is, Jisoo, but I know that… whatever it is, it feels right."

Her eyes brightened at that, her shoulders relaxing as if she’d been holding her breath. "It does, doesn’t it?"

You both fell into a comfortable silence, the noise from the karaoke room distant in the background. There was no pressure to label things or rush into anything. It was just you and Jisoo, finally acknowledging what had been building for so long.

"So," she said after a beat, her voice lighter now, "what do you say we see where this goes?"

There was something so simple, so *real* about the way she asked—no expectations, no pretense, just a genuine offer to explore whatever this connection was.

You felt yourself smiling, your heart lighter than it had been in a long time. "Yeah. I’d like that."

Jisoo’s grin widened, and for the first time, the teasing, playful barrier between you felt like it had been lifted. It wasn’t some grand romantic scene with flowers or confessions under the stars, but it was yours. It was genuine, and that made it all the more meaningful.

"Come on," she said, nudging your arm with a grin. "Let’s get back in there before Lisa tries to sing another ballad. You know how dangerous that gets."

You laughed, following her back into the room, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. As you both slid back into the booth, the atmosphere between you felt different—not drastically, but subtly. It wasn’t just friendship anymore; there was an unspoken understanding, a quiet shift that made everything feel… easier.

— — — —

Monday came too quickly after the weekend, and as you walked into the school, you found yourself unconsciously scanning the halls for Jisoo. You hadn’t talked about what happened at karaoke since that night, but it hadn’t felt necessary. There was a quiet understanding between the two of you now, something that didn’t need to be spelled out.

In the staff room, Lisa was already there, drinking coffee and scrolling through her phone. "Morning, Mrs. Kim," she greeted with a grin.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile. "Morning, Lisa."

Jennie walked in shortly after, holding her laptop and looking stressed as usual. "Does anyone have extra coffee? My students are going to destroy me today, I can feel it."

Rosé followed behind her, holding a stack of papers. "I think you’re being a little dramatic, Jennie."

"Not dramatic enough," Jennie muttered, but her eyes flicked up toward you. "So, how was karaoke? You and Jisoo seemed cozy."

Rosé perked up at that, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Oh, *really*? Something happen?"

You hesitated, not sure how much to share yet, but before you could respond, the door opened again, and Jisoo walked in. She caught your eye, and there it was—that same soft, knowing smile from the other night. She didn’t need to say anything, but the quiet connection was there, unspoken between you both.

"Morning, everyone," Jisoo greeted, grabbing her coffee and settling in next to you, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Jennie glanced between the two of you, clearly suspicious. "Okay, something’s up."

"Nothing’s up," you replied, too quickly, earning a raised eyebrow from Jennie.

"Right," Jennie said, dragging out the word, her gaze darting between you and Jisoo. "Nothing at all."

Rosé leaned forward, grinning. "We’re just saying—it’s okay if something is up."

Lisa, ever the instigator, chimed in. "Yeah, because we all saw it the other night."

You felt yourself blush, but Jisoo just shrugged, casually sipping her coffee like she was completely unfazed. "What can I say? Y/N and I are just really good at making you all jealous."

It was the perfect deflection, light and playful, but even Jennie and Rosé couldn’t ignore the soft glances exchanged between you two. Maybe they didn’t need to push further. Maybe, like you and Jisoo, they knew that something had shifted—and sometimes, that was enough.

As the morning rush of students filled the hallways, you walked toward your classroom, and for the first time in a long time, everything felt like it was exactly where it needed to be. Not rushed, not forced—just unfolding at its own pace.

And maybe, just maybe, that was the best part of all.

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