#noh yunah x reader

[xoxoxoz]

Noh Yunah x F!reader

📝: After some ‘late night activities’ with your girlfriend, you couldn’t tell whether practice was difficult because of your wobbly legs or because of the non stop teasing from the other contestants

⚠️: mentions of sex, sexual jokes, comedy, hickies, implied g!p Yunah

“Good morning, baby” Yunah’s morning voice woke you up.

You lifted your head from her chest to look around, seeing that you weren’t in your own bed in the other dorm. That’s when the steamy memories of last night’s activity had hit you.

It must’ve been the stress mixed with the lack of Yunah’s touch because the sex was so damn good, it had you passed out before your girlfriend could even say goodnight.

It was only supposed to be a cuddle night but the way Yunah spoke huskily in your ear while her hands slid into your pyjama pants were enough to take your mind away from the story you were telling her.

Yunah smiled at the way you rubbed your eyes and continued looking around. None of Yunah’s roommates were in sight.

“Shit, did we sleep in?” You groaned and reached to grab your phone but Yunah made you lie your head down on her chest again.

“No you woke up in time actually. It’s only 6:30”

“Then where are the others?”

“They all slept in the lower rank dorms. I guess they heard us”

You sat up in a flash. Eyes wide and face red. “Oh my god seriously?! I don’t wanna go to practice anymore!” You whined.

“I’m sure they’re not gonna make a fuss out of it. Most of them are dating after all” Yuna said and slid out of the bed to stretch, revealing her almost naked body if it wasn’t for her black boxers.

Your eyes locked onto her back muscles as she continued stretching and then to the extremely visible scratch marks that spread all over the area.

“Was that all from me?” You asked in disbelief and glaring down your fingernails.

“Yes, Princess. Can’t help yourself, can you?” Yunah winked and grabbed new clothes from her luggage. “Wanna shower with me?”

You thought about it for a second, but you knew the moment you step inside those showers, you were gonna relive the mind blowing sex the previous night. And there was no time nor energy for that.

“Not this time, babe. Still…need to recover” You winced as you sat on the edge of the bed, using the blanket to cover you.

“Alright. I won’t take long” She kissed your temple and disappeared into the other room.

Not even a few seconds later, a few of the contestants walked in using one hand to cover their eyes and the other to direct them to their luggages.

“Uh Yunah? Y/n?” Jihyun asked.

“It’s Y/n. Yunah is in the shower”

“Oh good morning. Are you decent? We need to change clothes”

“I’m somewhat decent. Using the blanket right now, is that okay?”

Jihyun removed her hand from her eyes. “That’s fine”

“Had a good time last night?” Jeongeun asked with a smirk.

“Shut up. Anyways, I think I’m gonna skip practice today” You yawned and laid down but Jeongeun ditched her slipper at you.

“As if they’ll let you. Put some damn clothes on and cover those hickies”

“Eh?” You snatch your phone and opened the camera app.

Your eyes widened at the millions of purple marks scattered from your neck down to your collarbones, and by peeking underneath the blanket that clothed you, there was so much more to count.

“NOH YUNAH!!!!” Your scream echoed through the entire building.

Fortunately, thanks to Jeongeun’s makeup skills, she was able to cover the hickies around your neck and it took your entire soul not to hiss from the pain you felt when Jeongeun was dabbing the makeup sponge.

Even the lightest tap was gonna make you throw hands.

However, something you weren’t able to hide was the soreness in your legs. The room erupted in laughter when you basically wobbled into the studio like a baby learning how to walk.

Yunah scooped you into her arms bridal style and carried you to the benches where she gently sat you down.

“Are you okay?” She whispered.

“Am I okay? Yunah I can’t fucking walk and it’s your fault! I need to learn how to resist my urges for sex sometimes” You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed.

Yunah sat beside you. “Don’t lie, it was the best sex we’ve ever had. And how could you be so tired? I was doing all the work”

“Should I remind you that you’re packing a dick, Noh Yunah? That you were smashing that 8 inch into my womb for like 5 hours in different positions?” You said in an annoyed tone.

“Alright im sorry, Princess. But to be fair, you got carried away too. I couldn’t scrub my back in the shower from all the marks you left” Yunah pouted and held your hand.

God she’s so fucking cute.

“Did you apply ointment like I told you to?”

She nodded like a puppy. “I couldn’t reach all of it so I got Jiwoo Unnie to help. Speaking of the devil”

The eldest contestant stood in front of you with a smug smile. “Good morning Y/n-ie”

“Please don’t bully me, I’m already in a lot of pain” you whined and laid your head on Yunah’s shoulder.

“Clearly” she giggled and poked at your thigh.

“Ow stop it!”

“Baby, I’m gonna go talk to Moa Unnie” Yunah spoke cutely.

“Okay. Talk to you later” you hummed and kissed her cheek before she skipped away.

Jiwoo took the chance to sit next to you as Chanelle, Minju and Funa joined. You felt a bit scared by the smirk they all shared.

“Oh God, what do you all want” You groaned.

“We want details of your time in heaven” Minju wiggled her eyebrows.

“Ew no! Are your sex lives with your own girlfriends so boring that you need to look into mine?”

“I don’t count because I’m single but we just wanna know how good it was. Especially with how you’re walking” Jiwoo winked.

Your face was burning hot. “What do you even wanna know?”

“Is she big?” Chanelle was first to ask, scooting closer so none of the minors could hear your conversation.

“What?”

“Is she packing a lot? I want to know if she’s bigger than me”

Funa slapped the back of her head. “So immature”

“It’s a friendly competition! So how big?”

You chewed on your lower lip nervously. “8 inches. Next question!”

Chanelle fist pumped the air. “YES I’m 0.5 inches bigger”

“Is she rough?” Funa asked.

The question didn’t suit her sweet and innocent voice. Freak in the sheets indeed.

“Not all the time. It’s just something we enjoy more than vanilla” you shrugged. “Next”

“Do you call her daddy?” Minju asked next without a second wasted.

Your face grew hot. “U-Um no…Ive never thought about that name actually. I always just call her Yunah-ya or baby”

“Ohhh definitely try it. You’d be surprised at the sudden motivation it gives”

You arched a brow at her. “There’s no way you call Jihyun ‘daddy’. Please be serious Minju”

“I don’t. Before we got together I hooked up with Chanelle a few times”

The said girl nodded. “Can confirm. We were watching a movie while the girls went out to shop and suddenly got super horny. Things escalated from there”

“And during that you called Chanelle ‘daddy’?”

Minju smirked. “It fueled her up pretty good, if you know what I mean. Almost passed out”

“Moka seems to be into the whole daddy thing too”

“Ew too much information. Next question!”

“Has Yunah ever choked you?” Jiwoo spoke in a low tone that made you gulp.

“…I don’t wanna answer these stupid questions anymore” you huffed and stood up, only to sit back down from the pain.

Yunah returned with her little smile. “Can I have my girlfriend back please?”

“Just don’t fuck on the bench” Jiwoo snickered as she, and the other girls, walked away to interact with the other trainees.

Yunah sat down and placed you in her lap. “I know this will sound bad but a good proper stretch could fix those legs”

“I actually thought of a better solution” you whispered and cupped her face.

“And that is?”

“Cutting your dick off”

Yunah just stared at you with a pout. “Please don’t”

“I’m kidding, babe. Stop worrying so much. This isn’t the first time you’ve ruined my legs”

The taller girl shyly smiled and kissed your nose. “I love you”

“I love you too”

“Hey love birds, quit flirting and get over here!” Jiwoo screamed from the other side of the studio.

“Let’s go, baby. I’ll help you” Yunah kindly offered to help you stand before locking your hands together.

[finalovestory]

DON'T YOU REALIZE? Noh Yunah x oc! Kim Hyewon

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Yunah is crazy here so feel free to hate her, toxic relationship

Note: It's my first time writing and english it's not my first language. Hope u enjoy it!

Yunah smiled as she watched hyewon laughing with the other girls. Her luxurious clothes, flaunting wealth, were a distinctive contrast compared to her adorable smile and amiability.

Despite hyewon being extremely rich, heir to Samsung and global ambassador of Chanel, she did not see herself as such and did not like to be flattered for it. Hyewon was very humble, she did not like to see herself in a hierarchy.

"Today I'm matching accessories!" Hyewon smiled showing her hairpins, necklace and rings, all stamped with the Chanel logo and small diamond stones.

"You look and only see wealth." Chanelle hugged her from behind, smiling broadly. "Chanel & Chanelle." Hyewon pointed from the logo on her suit to her friend's face. The two laughed and went looking for someone to bother while the rehearsal didn't start.

"The first interviewee today is Iroha!" Hyewon clapped and Chanelle followed suit. "Ok, Iroha, who is your favorite unnie and why is it me?" She smiled innocently.

Iroha frowned in confusion, looking at Hyewon, not knowing what to answer.

"My favorite unnie?" She questioned, holding Hyewon's hand that acted as a mic.

"Yes, it’s me, right?" She smiled hopefully.

"...No." Iroha timidly denied.

Chanelle laughed while Hyewon looked at the camera in disbelief.

"And with that, we end the Chanel & Chanelle Show! Bye!" She said goodbye forcing a smile.

The cameraman went after other girls, leaving a downcast Hyewon behind. "Are you okay?" Chanelle asked with a teasing smile.

"I've never been so humiliated in my entire life." She laughed bitterly. "We give them love, affection and food and this is how they reciprocate." She sighed thoughtfully.

Chanelle laughed, pushing her shoulder, making Hyewon break her posture and laugh too.

Suddenly two cold hands wrapped around Hyewon's waist, a strong chill ran through her body causing a feeling of anxiety. She tilted her head, seeing Yunah's tall figure smiling at her.

"Hi!" She finally smiled, relaxing in her touch, noticing the familiar sensation.

"What do you think you're doing showing off this beautiful abs? Have you no pity for your fans?" She hugged her tightly, bringing their bodies even closer.

"It wasn't my choice, so I'm not to blame." She denied cheekily.

"But being sexy is your fault." She poked the tip of her nose with a playful smile. Hyewon leaned in giving a delicate kiss on her cheek, making her smile double.

"Ew, there are children watching this!" Chanelle made a fake disgusted face.

"Just don't look!" Yunah affirmed, keeping her tight grip around Hyewon.

"It's disrespectful to others, you know?" Jeongeun joined the conversation supporting Chanelle.

Chanelle hugged jeoungeun nodding firmly to emphasize her speech.

"I don't care about you guys!" Yunah rolled her eyes before starting a sequence of pecks making the girls groan pushing them.

Hyewon laughed, loving the reactions and provocations, she loved to annoy her friends with her excess love for her girlfriend and vice versa.

“I'm going to need to steal your girl, Yunah.” Jiwoo pulled Hyewon, dragging her away from Yunah who made a huge drama trying to reach them, but was held back by Chanelle and Jeongeun.

“Give my girlfriend back!” Yunah shouted trying to break free.

After all this chaos, things started to get more serious and the girls were tense with the performance. Harin has always been very insecure about her abilities, even though many affirm that she is amazing and has a unique voice, she continues to doubt her potential and this hinders her performance on stage.

Being the sister of K-pop's greatest vocalist takes a heavy toll and it makes Hyewon very scared. People always compare her to Taeyeon, even though they are very different, she feels a lot more pressure having to be on stage and show that she is much more than Taeyeon's younger sister.

Chanelle has been friends with Hyewon long enough to know about her insecurities, so she always makes sure she is well and prepared.

“You can do well, don't worry.” Chanelle encouraged, fixing some strands that were on Hyewon's face.

“We will succeed!” She affirmed, more to herself than to Chanelle, and together they went to the stage.

Everything went well and there were no mistakes. Hyewon was radiant and super proud to have done a good job and managed to stay on the High, and thus could stay close to Yunah who was also on the High, not surprising anyone as her talent and potential were notable.

She came out of the shower still in disbelief that everything went right, it didn't seem real. She felt very safe with Sooyoung's presence who smiled very proudly and said that she did well. Her presence was very important.

Hyewon's tired eyes lighting up when she saw that Yunah was waiting for her in bed while reading a book very focused.

Smiling, Hyewon walked up to Yunah leaving a kiss on her cheek, lying with her head on her shoulder.

“Are you in a good mood again?” Yunah turned the page of the book, not paying much attention to Hyewon's presence there.

“I'm relieved that everything went right, even though I miss Chanelle a lot.” She made a small pout.

“It was obvious that everything would be fine, you are one of the best Hyewon. I really don't understand the reason for all this victimization.” Yunah sighed looking annoyed, her tone was also very hostile.

“I'm just insecure.” She murmured sadly, with a tightness in her heart.

"You're literally Taeyeon's sister, things come easy for you!" Another tightness.

"Don't say that! I want to be more than that and I want to be recognized for my talent and not because of my sister. Don't you realize how much this hurts me?" His tearful voice almost cracks as he notices that yunah doesn't seem sorry at all.

“If it's to talk about this I'd rather continue reading my book in silence.”

Once again Hyewon felt that tightness in her chest, it's not the first time that Yunah talks to her this way, but since it's something so sensitive for her to talk about, it was even more painful.

Carefully, Hyewon lay down next to her girlfriend and tried her best not to disturb her reading. A small tear, running down her cheek.

The next morning was like any other for Hyewon, Yunah woke up and treated her normally as if nothing had happened yesterday. This bipolar behavior of her girlfriend was very confusing and sometimes made her question if she was really loved, but she never brought this up in a conversation because Yunah can be very temperamental when her ego is hurt in a certain way.

“What are we going to do today?” Yunah asked while taking a shower.

Hyewon brushed her teeth peacefully. “Probably some mission? The program has already started, Yunah.” She said with some difficulty due to the amount of foam in her mouth.

“Wow, there’s no need for that rudeness!” She complained, turning off the shower. “You've been in an unbearable bad mood lately. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m sorry.” She rinsed her mouth, trying to ignore Yunah's suspicious look.

“Whatever.” She wrapped herself in a towel. “I just wanted to spend some alone time with you. It's been a long time since we've had our moments of affection.” She hugged her from behind, giving a few kisses on her shoulder.

“I think we won’t have free time for a long, also the program has rules and the “moments of affection” go against them.” She laughed softly when Yunah made a grumpy face.

“So you're telling me that we're going to have to pretend that we're not dating from now on?” She raised an eyebrow, moving away from hyewon and crossing her arms.

“What’s wrong? Rules are rules, baby.” She turned around, stretching her arm to touch her face, but Yunah backed away avoiding the touch. “Are you serious?”

“Don’t call me baby anymore. Get out of the bathroom.” She turned her back.

“What are you doing?” Asked really confused.

“Rules are rules, Hyewon. Just go out!” She raised her voice a bit.

“Fine.” She took her things, leaving the bathroom irritated.

Hyewon is very confused. She really doesn't understand what is happening with Yunah and the reason for all this bad mood. Yunah never takes things calmly and gets irritated when something doesn't work the way she wants, but this aggressive behavior only appears when Hyewon is the reason for her irritation, she's another person when it comes to her friends and that was the reason that made Hyewon fall in love with her. Yunah always say sorry, telling that she was stressed and mess up everything, hyewon always accepted and they comeback to the normal.

The fact is no matter what yunah do, hyewon will still loving her.

N/a: Thank u to read! I hope you really enjoyed it.

[vex91]

R U Next? Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

Son Jiwoo:

Nothing yet...

Takaya Funa:

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Premyuda Meeboonrod:

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Chanelle Moon:

Nothing yet...

Noh Yunah:

Nothing yet...

Park Minju:

Nothing yet...

Choi Jeongeun:

Nothing yet...

Sakai Moka:

Nothing yet...

Choi Jihyun:

Nothing yet...

Shimazaki Haruka:

Nothing yet...

Bang Jeemin:

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Shin Hyewon:

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Lee Youngseo:

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Lee Wonhee:

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Hokazono Iroha:

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OT15:

Nothing yet...

[p4ranormaluv]

TAKE A BREAK [BREAK YOU OFF]

pairing) yunah x f!reader

genre) smut

contents) dom!yunah, sub!reader, easily flustered!reader, heavy praise kínķ, orgàsm control, edgíng, súbspace, a hint of perv!yunah, pússy obsessed yunah, orál sèx [duh], very soft degradátion, begging, pet names [pretty girl, gorgeous, baby/doll], yunah likes suffocating between your thighs, clít kisses <3, crying, fingeríng, tríbbińg/scissoríng, squirtíng, aftercare, [not proofread!]

summary) you ask yunah to help you study but yunah is too distracted by your mini skirt and wants to see [taste] what’s underneath

wc) 1.9k

note) that pic of her- MY GOD

requested! 💌

“can we go over this paragraph one more time? i don’t really get it.” you ask, lifting your pencil from your notebook and directing it to the laptop screen.

“sure, pretty.”

yunah assures, and you try not to not get flustered at the nickname she so casually drops without even realizing.

little do you know, yunah does in fact notice the way your eyes don’t know where to look whenever she praises you or uses words of encouragement. she also noticed (the moment she saw you) how short your mini skirt is. honestly, she can’t stop noticing it.

since it’s her third time reading this particular paragraph, yunah finds her eyes able to wander as she recites the material aloud.

the skirt barely even covers your ass while you’re sitting down. if you just leaned forward, yunah could see your panties. and from the front? oh, yunah so wishes you’d just spread your legs a bit more, then she could see the outline of your pussy lips through the thin little panties you always wear.

“yunah? yu!”

“w-what? sorry.” yunah jolts, sitting up straighter as she realizes her head was pointed downward to your lap as she was fantasizing about you.

“i’m sorry, do you wanna stop? i…i can do it by myself if you’re sick of helping me-“

“no! no, baby.” yunah wants to take that flicker of insecurity off of your face right away, hands moving to cup your face and brush her thumbs over your cheeks. “i love helping you, baby doll, hm?”

she presses a lingering kiss to your lips before continuing. “now what do you need, pretty?”

“um, i- i wanted to know what your view was…a-about the paragraph.” you’re clearly flustered, cheeks warm beneath yunah’s fingers and glossy eyes looking up at her as though you’re waiting for what she’ll do next. yunah loves that about you. she loves how easily embarrassed you get and how it comes from an innocent place but can so quickly switch to something filthy. she loves how you squirm under even the smallest amount of praise or affection. even now, just from her assurance and sweetly cooed words, she catches your thighs squeezing together.

and fuck, how she wants to make you wet and dripping between your thighs, have your pussy pulsing to the point you can’t help but press your gorgeous thighs against each other for some relief.

and you recognize it, you recognize how the glint in her eyes change- just for a moment, but you catch it before she covers it up.

“my good little girl, been working so hard, hm?” she literally coos at you, like you’re some child or dog. and maybe some would be offended, but the words go straight to your pussy and give you a tickle in your tummy.

“haven’t you, baby?” yunah tilts her head, smiling at you sweetly.

“mhm,” you respond lamely, but yunah thinks you’re adorable: how you can barely hum out a response, looking down to your lap with pink cheeks and a small smile playing at your lips.

“i think baby doll deserves a break, yeah?”

“mm- yes, please.” you speak softly, feeling yourself fall into subspace.

unconsciously, as you let that fuzzy warm headspace take over your body, your legs sorta melt apart, yunah catching the sight of your pink panties and the wet spot that stains them.

yunah gasps exaggeratedly, and you quickly figure out where her eyes are looking as you hurry to close your legs again, but yunah moves quicker, spreading your legs even farther apart with her hands at your knees. and when she moves to kneel on the floor between your legs, you know she’s not about to let this go.

“y/n~” she sighs out in mock disappointment. “was baby having dirty thoughts?”

“i- m’…” you squirm against the chair as you look down at her, the look in yunah’s eyes seeming to say ‘you’re in trouble’ while also ‘i’m enjoying every bit of this’.

“and while yunnie was just trying to help you study. couldn’t even control yourself then. nasty girl.” she chastises, trying to keep her smirk under control as she gets on to you for the very thing she was doing moments ago.

“m’- m’sorry, yunnie. jus’, it’s just…” you trail off, eyes looking away from her piercing ones. but yunah doesn’t let you get away with it, lifting your chin with an ordered “tell me, pretty.”

“you…” you try to lift your legs to hide behind your knees, but the girl doesn’t allow it, keeping your legs pinned down to the chair with a firm grip. “you can’t talk to me like- like that and…and not expect me to get wet!” you find yourself bursting out like a brat from the embarrassment.

“oh? and now you think you can talk to me like that? look at this, y/n.”

yunah grabs your chin again and directs it downward, moving the ruffle of your mini skirt out of the way so you can see the literal wet mark you’ve left on the shiny wood of the chair.

“you’re gonna be a brat and make a mess with your dripping pussy?”

you make a strangled noise that sounds between a moan and a whine, trying to hide your face by turning to the side and letting your hair drape over it.

“please.” you beg, clit pulsing for yunah’s attention.

and honestly, yunah can’t bare to wait any longer either, but she tries to keep the charade up. even as she’s ripping off your panties with way too much haste for someone who’s supposed to be ‘uneffected’.

“this is a punishment, naughty girl.” yunah says lowly as she lifts your knees over her shoulders. “you’re not allowed to cum.”

right after those devastating words, before you can even beg or complain- she’s diving into your pussy, kissing, sucking and licking your juices up with her tongue.

in other words, she’s making out with your pussy, which she knows sends you to an orgasm rather quickly every time.

she’s not going easy on you.

“hah, yunah, please. please, slow down.”

you’re not even sure if yunah hears you amidst all of her slurping and happy little sighs, gasps of breath before she buries her face and nose between your legs again. her hands almost claw into your thighs as she squishes the flesh and presses them against her head.

you take a chance and squeeze your thighs around her head, yunah immediately responding with a loud moan that vibrates against your core, so close yet so far from your clit.

“please, yunnie, my clit. please, please, please.”

“you-“ yunah emerges panting, taking a moment to attempt catching her breath before continuing. “you show up in this slutty excuse of a skirt, rub your needy little pussy on my chair, and then think you can make requests? you’ll take what i give you.”

“oh, god,” you tremble as yunah ducks underneath your skirt again, and she’s right. the fabric can hardly cover her head, nevertheless your pussy.

your legs start to shake with need, and when she slips her tongue inside your hole and purposely avoids bumping your clit with her nose like she normally does, you lose the ability to stay quiet.

“fuck, yunah, please! i’m sorry, but- i-, i’ll take anything, baby. please.”

and to your horror, yunah pulls her tongue out of you to take her long pretty fingers and spread your lips open, looking at your pulsing little button before pressing feather light kisses to it.

and you want to cry, you might actually will if she keeps going.

“m’no! more, more, more!”

you’re definitely acting like a brat now, but yunah can’t seem to care. she’s getting lost in your warm, drooly pussy: your juices covering her face, the wetness between her fingers, the taste and thrumming heartbeat of your clit against her lips.

despite her previous threats, yunah finds herself pressing longer and longer kisses to your clit, until she’s opening her mouth and tonguing it, humming and whining and flicking as she feels more wetness gush out of your hole and onto her chin.

she doesn’t want to miss out, so she uses your slick as lubricant to press two fingers inside you, feeling your pussy immediately squeeze around her.

“you’re so fucking sexy.” yunah breathes against your pussy, sucking on your clit and slowly pulling off of it before encasing it into her warm mouth again.

you’re literally crying at this point, tears trickling down your face and moans sounding more like pitiful, high pitched whines.

“please, can’t! cum, please? cum?”

“not yet, doll. jus’ a little more.”

you whimper, head falling back against the chair as you squeeze your eyes shut, causing more tears to fall. but you otherwise don’t complain, and yunah quickens her fingers as a reward (which kinda feels like another punishment, because it makes not cumming ten times harder).

“good girl, my good girl. god, i love you, baby.”

you make a noise that yunah swears sounds like you’re about to pass out, and she knows she needs to go easy on you now, give you what you need.

“yunaah,”

“i know, gorgeous. i know.” yunah comforts, pulling her mouth off of you and fingers out as she stands, removing her bottoms quickly and moving to sit on the chair with you, taking hold of your legs again to tilt your pelvis at the perfect angle.

“just wait for me, baby. okay? just wait for me.” yunah heaves breathlessly as she starts grinding her pussy desperately against yours. she came close to cumming untouched just from eating you out, so it doesn’t take her long to get there.

“wanna cum with my girl, yeah? can you do that? squirt all over my pussy?”

“yes, yes, yes, please, yunah!” you practically scream, rubbing and humping your cores against each other as your sanity practically slips away from you.

“cum for me.” is all yunah can get out before you’re both reaching your climaxes hard. and you do exactly as yunah says, gushing out of your pussy and drenching yunah’s cunt in your own cum.

yunah’s thighs are still shaking as she’s not even entirely through with her climax, but she practically falls to the floor to drink up your juices, until you’ve stopped and there’s nothing left.

once the white behind your eyeballs goes away and you’re able to see again, you find yourself being laid down on the bed by yunah, who once she realized you’d passed out, carried you all the way to her bedroom.

“hey, gorgeous girl.” yunah smiles, still a little fucked out and exhausted, but in such a good way. “do you feel okay?”

“yeah,” you whisper as yunah collapses onto the bed beside you, cuddling you up against her chest. “you okay, yunnie?”

“more than okay, baby.” she promises, rubbing her nose into your sweet smelling hair.

“we’ll clean up n’ take a shower, okay? just- i just need a little bit, don’t think i can walk right now.”

“you can’t walk?” you laugh in disbelief, tilting your head to look at her. “you literally fucked the soul out of me and you’re the one who can’t walk?”

“don’t test me.” yunah warns playfully. “i can’t control myself around you, you’re irresistible. especially in a mini skirt.”

note: yeah…this one…idk if u can tell but, i got into my feels writing this

[jeeseth]

raccoon (rq)

pairing : noh yunah x fem!reader

summary : your girlfriend said that she’s going out to buy some groceries but when she came home, an uninvited guest tagged along.

cw/tw : slight cursing, raccoon 🦝 , short ff

It’s been three hours since Yunah left to buy groceries, and here you are wondering, what’s taking her so long? Your feelings grew anxious, the grocery store was only 15 minutes away. You nervously walked around the living room, biting your nails.

“Geez, I’m never letting her go grocery shopping again!” You exclaimed while running a hand through your hair.

You were about to call her (or maybe the police) when suddenly, you heard the front door open. There, you heard plastic bags rustling and you released a sigh of relief. You went to the doorway and leaned over it. Yunah saw you and lets out a little yelp.

“Baby! Don’t do that!” She shouted, placing her hand on her chest dramatically.

You huffed before replying, “What took you so long? I’m worried! I’m never letting you go alone anymore.”

“Sorry baby” Yunah pouted and brings the plastic bags in.

As she’s walking to the kitchen, you saw that her hoodie has a bump…? And it’s amusingly obvious too. It lowkey makes her look like a pregnant woman. You approached her from behind and put your hand on her shoulder. She flinched, but then she started turning around slowly to face you. “Yes…?”

“Are you hiding something from me?” You arched your eyebrows at her. You saw how she gulped nervously before denying it.

“What? No! Of course not! What makes you think that?” She laughed nervously, still covering her hoodie with her arms.

You sighed before stepping closer to her, she immediately stopped laughing and back off a little. You pointed at her hoodie which has a big bump on it.

“What’s this? You’re not pregnant, then what the hell is inside your hoodie, Noh Yunah.” You grumbled, causing Yunah to shivers.

“U-umm, uh I think I need to pee I’ll get going firs—” Before she can even finish her sentence, a raccoon suddenly popped out of her zipped hoodie. She lets out a shocked gasp, before hugging the raccoon.

“What the— Yunah! Is that a goddamn raccoon?!?” You yelped, still can’t believe what you just saw.

“Baby listen, I can’t help it! He was following me when I threw out the trash! Isn’t he cute?” Yunah said, shoving the big ass raccoon in your face.

“AND IT’S A HE????” You shrieked.

“BABY PLEASE! Can we keep himmm???” Yunah asked with her puppy eyes, you’re just standing there watching her and her goddamn raccoon hugging each other.

You let out a big sigh, messaging your temple afterwards.

“Yunah, put the raccoon back to where you found it. That thing could have rabies.”

“What if YOU have rabies, y/n?” She retorted.

“…Baby, I love you but put it back or I’m calling animal control—”

“NO!!!!!”

a/n — sorry cause it’s short and probably not what you expected anon 😔

[wonijin]

HOTSHOT (R U NEXT/READER)

survival shows are hard as it is. why must you make it more complicated for yourself and entangle intense feelings with vulnerable emotions. but it wasn't your fault, they fell prey to you one by one, all by themselves. maybe you weren't the fool in this mess after all.

TAGS: 3.3k words. series. chapter one. mostly fluff and angst with a little spiciness. reader is very gay and get girls left and right. "everybody falls for y/n" type of fic. reader is also a walking red flag.

WARNINGS: the setting is a survival show so its bound to have kinda depressing themes.

“when will we have female idols as special coaches. i’ll be so motivated if somebody like newjeans minji coaches me,” you voiced as you plop down at the staircase.

the trainees assume their places at the foot of the staircase forming three rows. it was only a matter of time until you get called one by one to come through the orange curtain and pick; vocal or dance.

you sit between jiwoo and jeemin. the latter intertwining your arms, as she lights the room up with her smile. both of them looking at you as you confess your wishful thoughts.

“why would you want someone pretty when you already have me,” jiwoo asks, sending her sharp gaze to you. she raise an eyebrow and you look away, swallowing your saliva.

these kinds of comments from her were nothing new. you should’ve been used to it by now but you find yourself loss for words each time. she’s always been the type to blurt out these kind of comments without thinking of the implication. maybe she does and she just fakes innocence to not deal with the consequences.

before you could rack your malfunctioning brain for a verbal reply, jeemin saved you the trouble and changed the topic. “what will you guys pick? i’m leaning towards dance.”

“you’ll do great in dance. for me, i’m gonna be safe and pick vocal,” jiwoo answered. “what about you?” she added, looping her arms around yours. the sudden proximity would’ve been fine any other time but her remark earlier kept you on your toes.

“me? i don’t really have much of a choice, you know,” you say, pointing to your grey badge with a huge silver “L”. low levels don’t get to choose, they only get the higher level trainees’ leftovers. cruel but you were confident in your abilities to stay afloat whichever category landed at your feet.

“you’re so dramatic. there’s only two options, im sure you’ll get to choose,” jiwoo reassures you after giggling at your antics.

“choose dance so we can be on the same team,” jeemin clutch your arms tighter and starts to shake it lightly as if it would persuade you.

“or i could end up competing against you. no, thank you,” you pull your away from her grasp only to reconnect your hands together.

jeemin pouts in return and your stomach clench looking at her. somewhere deep inside you had the urge to kiss it away. which you find weird because why would you want to kiss your friend. yes, she’s cute. but why would you want to do that. friends don’t do that.

before you get swallowed by your thoughts you hear jeemin’s name get called. it was time for her to choose. she gave your hand one last squeeze before bidding both you and jiwoo good lucks and good byes.

“choose vocals,” jiwoo whispers next to you after a few seconds.

jiwoo is always the type to be assertive but never aggressive. she’ll always be commanding but leave just enough room for you to pull away if you want to. but you don’t think you ever will. you like that side of her. and its son jiwoo, only fools dare to refuse her.

“i don’t know, maybe,” you whisper back playfully, keeping your head faced forward while you still feel jiwoo’s gaze on the side of your head.

jiwoo scooches closer and nudges her head onto your shoulder. to the untrained eye, it must’ve looked like jiwoo’s just clinging onto you. well, its technically right but something in you screams that its not just simple ‘clinginess’. “come on. wouldn’t you like to be teams with me? it’ll be fun.”

you would’ve answered. although, you didn’t know what but you would’ve blurted out. but before you could open your mouth, jiwoo’s name echoed throughout the lobby. saved by the bell, again.

“well, i’ll see you on the same team,” she flashes a smile before walking away.

waiting patiently for your turn, you chat idly with the other trainees to pass the time.

you pull the orange curtain back to reveal the girls in lines. jeemin’s eyes caught yours and give her a smile. the girl in front of her, jihyun, noticed the interaction and waved. you mimicked before walking toward the board containing different stickers. two for dance and vocal each. one of the two vocal badges was for a leader position.

you look behind you to see who’re the other leaders. almost immediately, your scanning gaze locked onto jiwoo’s, as if she was waiting for you to turn around just so she can meet your eyes.

the eye contact lasted for a split second before you turned around and grab the vocal position. the normal one, without the leader position.

jiwoo stands in front with yunah and jeongeun next to her. on her farthest left is yewon, another leader.

you stand in a line together with the other trainees who chose the same category as you, waiting for your name to get called by either of the two. beside you is wonhee and seoyeon. suddenly, anxiousness plagues your insides as you realize you’d be either in the same team as them or end up competing against them.

“so, jiwoo its your turn to pick next. who will it be?”

your eyes avoided jiwoo. you were afraid that desperation would be seen as plain as day on your face and holding eye contact with her would solidify that.

so you turn your attention to the person in front of you. which happened to be minju. her face morphs into confusion at your sudden focus in her. you only smile and minju furrows her eyes in turn. the action only made your smile wider, ‘how cute’.

“y/n.”

jiwoo’s voice broke both you and minju out of your trance. and it took you a second to understand that jiwoo wants you on her team. you look back at jiwoo to meet her unreadable face, her gaze going from minju to you.

“you looked worried there for a second,” yunah teases you as soon as you joined her and jeongeun, putting her arm around your shoulder comfortably.

“as if we’d pass up the chance to be with you,” she adds as she pinches your cheeks with her free hand.

“although, it looked to me you wanted to be with minju more” jeongeun added, joining in and putting her arms around you as well. while her other arm punches your stomach lightly.

“shut up,” you say, laughing at their teasing.

it has been a few days since practice started and your group has been going through some hiccups. well, its mostly yunah.

“yunah, you can tell me whats wrong. im here for you,” jiwoo’s words were nothing but soft and comforting. you were about to reach your friend when jiwoo’s eyes flicker to yours. ‘i’ll handle this.’

jeongeun and wonhee had already moved out to their own corner to continue practicing. you refused to leave yunah alone but jiwoo’s hard stare says all you need to know.

let the leader do her thing.

so, you distance yourself from the pair and roam your eyes around the practice room to look for something to do. you could use the time to practice, yes. but you’re sure that you would bury yourself six feet under the ground if you hear the song one more time.

the empty water dispenser gleamed at your search, the perfect opportunity to do something different. you walked towards it, detached the empty gallon and put it over your shoulder.

you left the practice room, heading to the cafeteria where they store the refills.

that is when hyewon saw your silhoutte from outside their practice room and called out your name. “y/n! what are you doing?”

“im getting refills,” you enter their practice room with ease, “bang!” blaring through the speakers yet nobody was really practicing. they were all doing their own thing, scattered across the vast room.

“great timing!” hyewon exclaims as she walks towards their own water dispenser. just like the one in your practice room, it was empty of any water.

“here! fill ours too,” she smiles at you brightly, her eyes twinkling in mischief. suddenly, her soft hands grips yours, the thin veil of sweat clinging on to you. she opens your palms and put the neck of the gallon there.

“what? no! you fill it up! its yours!” you exclaims as you take her hands and forcefully shove the gallon back in her grasps.

“come on. do me a little favor, won’t y-”

a cough intervenes hyewon’s pleading and forceful words. you turn around to see youngseo, who’s already boring her fiery eyes through your soul. then, her eyes travels to you and hyewon’s intertwined hands.

just like opposite magnets, both of you retreated your hands quickly causing the gallon to fall into the floor with a thud. you and hyewon both wince at the sound but youngseo however did not flinch.

instead, her gaze remained hot towards you. “i’ll be coming with you,” she says softly with her underlying firmness. her voice was always like that, sweet and subtly strong.

how you missed it. when was the last time she addressed you directly again?

“you don’t have to, i’ll be fine alone,” you convince her. it has been a long time since you both spoke to each other. truthfully, you weren’t ready to face her yet. its been too long and you have forgotten what being around her is like.

“no. i want to,” her firmness surfaced through her small voice. you decide that its really not up for debate. when youngseo has made up her mind, it’ll be hard to break her resolve. what youngseo wants, youngseo gets.

maybe remembering the feelibg of her company isn’t bad at all.

you watch as she picks up the gallon from the floor and head towards the door, you follow her until you were both walking in the hallway, side by side.

youngseo didn’t talk. as much as you wanted for her to say something, you knew she wouldn’t open her mouth unless it was to reply to something you said. or so you thought.

“how’s practice coming along?” her question puts an end to your thoughts. if you weren’t surprised by her accompanying you before, you were now that she was actually speaking to you.

“we’re…” you paused, thinking of the right words. choosing the right words carefully, you didn’t want to come across as overconfident. “we’re moving along, i guess”

you see her nod lightly in you peripheral vision. your eyes find the floor. there was so much you both needed to talk about. yet you were talking about practice.

“im happy you chose the vocal team. the world needs to hear your voice more,” youngseo’s voice flew like water against the air, natural and unwavering.

you snapped your head towards her and she turn hers just in time to catch the surprise look in yours, like she knew you were going to look at her.

it was the first time you’ve actually held eye contact after a long time. you drink in the familiarity you’ve lost and among it are a thousand words you can’t decipher. something flicker in her face before she breaks the stare.

“yeah, i just feel like i’ve been branding myself too much to dance lately,” you say, knowing it would end the conversation. a test to see if youngseo will surprise you again and start a new one.

but she didn’t. and the whole walk continued in awkward silence. so many unsaid words hanging in the air, the burden getting heavier each step closer to her practice room.

‘look, how about we just forget everything and start over?’

'we both know it won't work'

the past looms over both of you like dark shadows and you both know it. yet, youngseo did make any move to open the skeleton in your shared closet.

'let's talk, youngseo. you can’t keep ignoring me forever’

‘im sorry, i just need more time’

she’s ignoring it so why shouldn’t you. if someone’s going to peel the scab, it wouldn’t be you. you already did your part. a long time ago.

'i need space.'

‘you already got your space, youngseo. what about me? it's been months. if you've found peace then let me find mine!'

before you knew it, the door to her practice room is in sight. a part of you felt relieved to finally be free from her presence, while another part was longing to be with her a little longer.

youngseo stands beside it, holding the doorknob with one hand. she smiles at you sweetly. then waves at you lightly, “i’ll see you soon! good luck on your practice!”

the thoughts come pouring in as the door shuts in front of you. she was gone like she had never been there. you would’ve wondered if the last few moments were real if it weren’t for her voice replaying vividly on your mind. just like a melody you can’t get enough of.

just like that, you find yourself getting stuck in her web. again.

the following days went by quickly. but youngseo never once left your mind. you know you shouldn’t think much of her actions, youngseo’s too unpredictable.

after everything, why now?

“are you even paying attention?” jeemin’s whines mixed with the song blasting through the speakers.

it was late into the night and you decided to stay back with the tall girl to help polish her moves. you thought her moves were perfect the first time she showed it to you. and by the nth time, your mind can’t help but drift.

jeemin couldn’t believe it when you agreed after all the stage is coming up soon, there’s no time to loiter around. but she didn't have to know that you can never refuse her.

“are you okay? we can go home if you’re tired.” jeemin’s offer sounded sweet, she’s as nice as ever. but you witness the fire burning in her eyes, begging for her passion to translate into her performance. you knew it will never be extinguished completely, she was born to be a performer. so you let it burn you a little more.

“im fine, don’t worry about me and carry on,” you gesture for her to continue. and she restarts the song all over again. this time, you poured her all of your attention.

it was a wonder how your mind sailed before when jeemin is tight in front of you. her performance was impeccable as ever, the hard work and talent prominent in every sway and stroke.

“you’re off to space again,” jeemin narrows her eyes down at you playfully. her raspy voice was a blessing and her smile was godsend. an angel looks down at you.

“i wasn’t this time! i swear! i was just mesmerized.” your hands flew up in defense as you stand up to join her in front of the mirror.

“stop lying!” she smacks your arm lightly, her laugh gracing the whole room. you were glad nobody else was in the room, it made the privilege of making her laugh sweeter.

“fine then. if you were actually paying attention, at least give me some feedback.” your heart leaped at the sight of her crossing her arms.

“you were perfect!” jeemin let out a big sigh. as much as jeemin likes being praised, she needs actual feedback. something she can work with for these next few days leading to the stage.

“give me something more specific,” jeemin rolls her eyes lightly. but even then her cheeks stay up and her smile never faltered.

“well,” you think for a bit. “i liked how you start of the song. it really set the mood for the song.”

in front of you, jeemin’s pink turn a bright shade of pink.

“i think you also killed the omona part. you’re naturally cute so plus points for that. and then this move,” you didn’t know the name of the move so you demonstrate it to her.

jeemin bursts out laughing at your attempt. your awkward movements reflecting wholly through the mirror and you follow after jeemin, throwing your head back. “stop laughing, im not that bad.”

but jeemin continued giggling and so did you. the joyful sounds filling the entire space and drowning the faint sounds of the speakers.

you calm down after a few seconds but one look from each other sent you both into another spiral again. soon, both of you were lying on the floor, clutching your stomachs.

“ah- my stomach hurts from laughing so much.” jeemin blurts out between breaths and gasps.

“who said we’re done yet? you just made fun of my dancing.” you hands flew to her sides before she can fully comprehend what you said. another round of laughter echoes throughout the room as you tickle jeemin mercilessly.

somehow, she managed to get free from your grasp and now a tall baby is chasing you around the practice room.

jeemin catches your arm and pulled you to her, lightly but it was enough for your bodies to collide. she uses the momentum to turn your back to the wall, effectively locking you.

“got you,” she smiles brightly at you, a thousand watts on her lips.

the laughter comes to a gradual halt as silence blankets the both of you. her grin turns into a soft smile and her eyes felt endearing against yours. you couldn’t look at her in anything but adoration.

you anticipated it would happen. in fact, you hoped for it. but it still caught you by surprise when her lips press against yours. soft and gentle just like everything about her.

you wanted to press harder, for it to last longer. but you were already living in a dream and a second longer would be asking for too much.

jeemin pulls away in haste. you would’ve dived in for one more if you hadn't seen the panic flashing across her features. she blinks once, twice until the haze in her eyes clears.

she remained stiff for a moment. she looks up at you and the look of regret she gives you haunt you even after weeks.

“im sorry, i shouldn’t have,” she whispers, pupils still blown wide.

reassurance was a the tip of your tongue but you held back. but what were you going to say? that its fine and to just forget it ever happened?

immediately your mind reverts back to youngseo for a split second. it didn’t turn out well when you said that to her so what good would it do to say it to jeemin?

jeemin looks at your face, trying to make sense of your incomprehensible expression just to take a peak at your thoughts.

but each moment felt eternity to jeemin. and trepidation sets in her veins deeper and deeper until it roots and sprouts into anxiety. all while you weren’t aware of the consequences your silence had brought to her.

“jeemin-”

before you can finish, she was already out of door. from the practice room, you hear the echo of her dashing footsteps. as it died down, you were left wondering if you just let history repeat itself.

another friendship broken in the name of fleeting romance. but will this time be worth it?

[iisocore]

VICSID

| pairing : idol!noh yunah x fem!reader

| summary : idk 😭 yall arguing bc of yunah

| warnings : toxic, cursing, lowercase, not proofread

“why you gotta be so clingy?” yunah says, putting her phone down, and rolling her eyes. “like seriously, you can’t leave me alone for 10 minutes??” the look she gives you, as if you were one of her obsessive fans.

you look back at her, confused and dumbfounded. “what? i can’t want my girlfriend’s attention now?” you try to defend yourself, “this is the first time i see you in like, what? 4 weeks? so my bad if i miss you.”

it’s true, she has been gone for 4 weeks. but, you should’ve prepared yourself to be alone sometimes, after all, you knew what you were getting yourself into when you got in a relationship with an idol.

that statement is what ran through yunah’s brain at the very moment.

“fuck yn! you’re right. this is my first time off in weeks.” you start calming down, thinking she was about to agree with you. “so my bad if i want some time to myself” your heartbeat picks back up. “i don’t need a clingy bitch in my ear while i’m trying to relax.” she yells, going back to sit in the gaming chair.

you take a deep breath, in attempt to calm yourself back down. “get out.” you say with gritted teeth and glossy eyes. i mean, if you were such a “clingy bitch” why was she in your room, at your house?

yunah immediately snaps her head toward your direction, looking at you with both confusion and anger in her eyes. “what?” she said, adding a cocky smile and laugh to it.

“get out.” you repeat with a cracky voice, and a few tears rolling down your cheeks.

you see her smile falter, a loud sigh leaving her lips. “yn, you can’t be serious” she grips the arm of the chair, “you claim you missed me, and now you’re trying to kick me out? shit, now you’re clingy and indecisive? damn bitch, pick a struggle.” she says as she once again, gets out the chair and starts walking toward your figure.

you tried to clear your voice to sound more intimidating and serious, but god knows it didn’t work. “yunah i’m being so deadass. get the fuck out.” you manage to say while looking up at her.

she looks down at you, pure anger in her eyes. “don’t fucking cuss at me yn.” her eyes darkening with every word. “you think you’re so fucking big and bad, huh? you think you can tell me what to do right?”

no answer.

“fucking right yn!?” she pushes you on the bed. “you wanted my attention, right? well i’m giving it to you now. so fucking answer me.” she says with gritted teeth.

you push her back, and stand up “if you wanted to be alone why come to my house? if you wanted to be alone oh, so badly, why not lock yourself up in your bedroom at your dorm?” you say. “honestly yunah, i’m so fucking tired of you” you poke her chest with every word. “everytime i see you—which is rarely, we argue.” your tears are long gone by now, your voice is filled with pure anger. “so just get the fuck out and leave. me. alone.” you release the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

yunah’s eyes widen, taken aback by your words, she quickly tries to change your mind, saying things like “please baby, i’m sorry.” and “you know i didn’t mean that, i was just stressed.”

once she realized you weren’t changing your mind anytime soon a switch went off in her mind. “okay then yn, fuck you.” she picks up her phone and her bag that she had a few clothes in. “don’t text me or call me unless it’s to apologize.” she says walking to the front door.

“wasn’t thinking about it anyways.” you reply. once she leaves you lock the door and sigh.

(btw i have no idea what vicsid means)

ermmm my first story 🤓 reminder that i am nawt a professional 😭 so mb if this is straight ass (maybe i’ll do a part 2 if ppl care enough 😈)

[flwrstqr]

∿ LOVE ON THE SPOT — PARK SUNGHOON

preview. › you, a world-renowned oscar-winning actor known for your exceptional talent, and sunghoon, a celebrated formula 1 driver, find yourselves entangled in an unexpected fake marriage. at an extravagant party, your parents announce an arranged marriage to a man you despise. desperate to escape, you impulsively point to sunghoon, a random stranger in the room, and claim to be married to him. as sunghoon plays along and you navigate this fake marriage, could genuine feelings develop from such an impulsive decision?

meet the cast. f1 driver!sunghoon x actor fem!reader (feat noh yunah from illit + cho miyeon from gidle + hyung line of enhypen + other cos)

genre. fake marriage, strangers to lovers, opposites attract, slightly enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, romance, medium fic, crack, angst

word count. 13k+

warnings. cursing, partying, drinking, profanity (no nsfw or smut), lots of bickering between them, sunghoon being very cold in the fic, fighting, yn being drunk, kissing, small grammar errors

danielle's note 𖥔 i really wanted to write an f1 racing au but like even tho i dont really watch f1. but I LOVEE f1 aus,, theyre js so hot yk!!! (and this fic is for my sunghoon girls!!!! wink wink im looking at u jenni) so i hope u guys enjoy this :333 also ignore how its like lowercase than uppercase cause i wrote this for 1 week..

﹙⠀ PLAYiNG . . . bad boy by red velvet, woke up by xg, break up with you girlfriend by ariana grande, so american by olivia rodrigo, like that by baby monster, the great mermaid by lesserafim

YOU'VE BEEN IN SPOTLIGHT FOR AS LONG AS YOU CAN REMEMBER. YN LN in another movie and killing it. The world knows your name, your face, your every move. A famous actor, adored by millions, you’ve mastered the art of charm on-screen and off. Cameras flash wherever you go, and you’ve become a professional at smiling through it all.

Then there’s Sunghoon, the world-renowned F1 driver. Where your world revolves around precision under the watchful eyes of fans, his is all speed and adrenaline. He’s intense, reckless even, living life on the edge at 200 miles per hour. Headlines scream his victories, and you’d think he’d be like every other celebrity you’ve met—full of ego (well has high ego somewhat). But Sunghoon is different.

You’re polar opposites, and everyone knows it. You, poised and polished, carefully calculated in the public eye. Him, unpredictable and wild.

Yet, somehow, your paths crossed, and despite the differences, there’s an undeniable pull between you two. Maybe it's just a play or an act. Or maybe, just maybe, opposites do attract.

THE PARTY WAS BUZZING WITH ENERGY—celebrities everywhere, people laughing, glasses clinking, and the music providing a backdrop to the scene. You stood with Miyeon and Yunah, doing your best to enjoy yourself despite feeling like you'd rather be anywhere else.

“Why do we keep coming to these things?” you sighed, taking a sip of your drink.

Miyeon grinned. “Because you only live once,”

Yunah laughed. “And because there’s always a story by the end of the night.”

You were about to respond when you felt a sudden dread creep up your spine. From the corner of your eye, you saw him—Youngdae. The boy you’d hated since forever. He was strutting towards you with that insufferable smirk on his face, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

You groaned. “Great, here we go.”

Miyeon followed your gaze and rolled her eyes. “Ugh, of course he’s here.”

“I swear he has a radar for wherever you are,” Yunah muttered under her breath.

Before you could brace yourself, Youngdae was already in front of you, flashing that arrogant smile you’d come to hate. “YN, looking stunning as always,” he smirked, leaning a little too close.

You took a step back, barely suppressing an eye roll. “What do you want, Youngdae?”

He chuckled, clearly not picking up on your disinterest. “I just wanted to say hello. Maybe catch up. You know, we could make a great pair, if you gave me a chance.”

Miyeon sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes along with you. “Can you just not?"

Youngdae shot her a look before refocusing his attention on you. “Come on, YN. Why keep fighting it? You and I—”

“Are never going to happen,” Yunah interrupted, stepping between you and Youngdae with a firm hand on his chest. “Back off.”

Youngdae frowned but didn’t push it. He simply shrugged and gave you one last wink before walking away.

“Ugh, he’s so persistent,” Miyeon grumbled as she turned to you. “How do you deal with him?”

“I don’t,” you replied with a soft laughter. “I just survive.”

But just as you were about to relax, you saw your parents making their way toward you. Your mom was smiling, your dad looking pleased as ever. You knew that look. They were up to something.

“There you are, sweetheart!” your mom said brightly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “We’ve been looking all over for you.”

Your dad smiled beside her, looking equally pleased. “We have some news.”

You raised an eyebrow, wary of whatever was coming. “What news?”

“Well,” your mom began, glancing between you and your friends, “we’ve found you a date. Finally!”

Your stomach dropped. “What?”

Your dad nodded as though this was the best thing in the world. “Yes, with Youngdae. His family is very well connected, and we think—”

“No,” you said, your voice rising slightly. “Absolutely not. There’s no way.”

Your mom blinked, looking surprised by your reaction. “What do you mean? He’s a very eligible young man.”

You stammered, trying to find a way out “I… I… I’m already seeing someone!”

Both your parents stared at you, confusion written across their faces. “You are?” your dad asked, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Yes,” you lied quickly, panic bubbling inside you. “I’ve been seeing someone for a while now, actually.”

Your mom looked intrigued. “Who?”

You swallowed hard, desperately scanning the crowd for someone to point to, just to get out of this mess. Your eyes landed on a guy standing by the bar—a tall figure with dark hair and sharp features. You didn’t recognize him at all, but he looked like he could play the part for a moment.

Hastily, you pointed in his direction. “Him. Over there. He’s… he’s my boyfriend.”

Your parents followed your gaze, squinting toward the bar. Your mom’s eyes widened slightly. “Are you talking about him?”

You nodded, still pointing even though you felt like you were spiraling further into this ridiculous situation. “Yes, we’ve been together for a while now.”

Miyeon was choking on her drink at this point, and Yunah gave you a look like you’d completely lost your mind.

Your dad frowned a little. “Who is he? What’s his name?”

You paused, suddenly realizing you didn’t even know the guy’s name. “Oh, uh… his name is…”

Miyeon whispered urgently beside you, “Don’t make it worse. His name is Sunghoon,”

You repeated,“Sunghoon. Yes Sunghoon.”

Your parents exchanged a glance, and your mom raised an eyebrow. “Sunghoon? You mean the F1 driver?”

Your heart stopped. What? You had no idea. You quickly played along, though, trying to keep your voice steady. “Yes, that’s him. We’ve been keeping things quiet because, you know… the press and all that.”

Your dad looked skeptical, but your mom seemed delighted. “Well, why didn’t you say anything sooner? This is big news!”

Your mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this conversation. “We were waiting for the right time.”

“And when did he propose?” your mom asked, clearly hooked on the story now.

You mentally cursed yourself for making it worse. “Yesterday! Yes, he proposed yesterday. It’s all very new.”

Your parents nodded thoughtfully, clearly pleased with the idea. “Well, we’ll have to meet him properly later,” your dad said. “But for now, we’re glad you’ve found someone.”

Your mom smiled warmly. “We’ll leave you to enjoy your night, darling. But make sure we meet him soon.”

And just like that, they were gone, leaving you standing there in stunned silence.

Miyeon burst out laughing as soon as they were out of earshot. “Oh my god, that was insane.”

Yunah was shaking her head, still in disbelief. “Do you even know who Sunghoon is?”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “I have no idea.”

Miyeon grinned, looking like she was thoroughly enjoying this. “Well, you just told your parents you’re marrying one of the most famous F1 drivers in the world. Good luck with that.”

Your heart sank as you glanced over at the guy you’d pointed to. He still hadn’t noticed anything, thank god, but now you were stuck in the biggest lie of your life.

How were you going to get out of this one?

THE PARTY CONTINUED AROUND YOU, the air buzzing with conversation and the occasional laughter. The idea of approaching the guy you had claimed as your “boyfriend” was now looming over you like a dark cloud. Miyeon and Yunah had been laughing about it all night.

“Okay,” you muttered under your breath, straightening your dress. “He's my future husband.”

You caught sight of Sunghoon at the bar again—still tall, still effortlessly cool, and completely unaware of the situation you had dragged him into. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself and made your way over, trying to act casual as you pretended to be interested in getting a drink.

"One tequila please," you smiled at the bartender.

As you approached, he glanced at you briefly, then immediately looked away, not even acknowledging your presence. You awkwardly stood next to him, waiting for him to say something, but all you got was silence.

“So… uh, hey,” you started, your voice a little too high-pitched from the nerves. “How’s it going?”

Sunghoon barely glanced at you, his expression flat as he responded, “Fine.”

You blinked, not expecting him to be so cold. You cleared your throat, trying again. “So, I’ve noticed you’ve been hanging around the bar a lot. Are you enjoying the party?”

He sighed, clearly uninterested. “Look, I’m not really here to make friends nor do I know you.”

Your smile faltered as you realized this was going to be harder than you thought. “Oh, no, I wasn’t—” You cut yourself off, feeling a bit foolish. You tried to laugh it off, but it came out awkward. “I was just trying to, you know, start a conversation…”

Sunghoon didn’t even bother to look at you this time. “I’m not interested in whatever this is,” he said bluntly, taking a sip of his drink and turning his back to you slightly, as if dismissing the conversation altogether.

Great, this was going really well.

Before you could think of another way, you heard your mom’s voice calling your name. You looked up in panic to see your parents making their way over, all smiles and clearly excited to meet the man you had so boldly claimed as your fiancé.

You felt your heart leap into your throat. There was no turning back now.

With no other choice, you quickly reached out and grabbed Sunghoon’s arm, yanking him closer to you with a forced smile plastered on your face. “Oh, there you are!” you said brightly, doing your best to make it sound natural. “I was just telling them about how we’re, you know… together.”

Sunghoon stiffened under your touch, his eyes darting between you and your parents, confusion written all over his face. “What—?”

You discreetly stepped on his foot, hard, causing him to wince and bite his lip in pain. You shot him a quick, pleading look, hoping he’d catch on.

“Just play along,” you whispered harshly under your breath, your smile never faltering.

He looked at you for a long moment, clearly irritated, but finally sighed, giving in. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, his tone reluctant. “We’re, uh, together.”

Your parents beamed, completely oblivious to the tension between the two of you. Your mom reached out to shake Sunghoon’s hand enthusiastically. “It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you, Sunghoon! We’ve heard so much about you.”

Sunghoon forced a tight smile, his arm still trapped in your grip. “Yeah… same here.”

Your dad patted him on the back, grinning. “You’re quite the catch! Our YN is lucky to have you.”

You could feel Sunghoon’s frustration simmering beneath the surface, but he kept his expression in check. “Lucky, right,” he mumbled through gritted teeth.

You stepped on his foot again, a little less hard this time, and leaned into him slightly, trying to keep up appearances. “Isn’t he just the best?” you cooed, practically cringing at how fake you sounded.

Sunghoon glanced at you with a pained expression, but he played along, his voice strained. “Yeah… I’m great.”

Your parents couldn’t have been more delighted. “Well, we’ll leave you two lovebirds alone for now,” your mom said with a wink. “But don’t think you’re getting out of dinner with us soon! We need to celebrate this engagement properly.”

You forced another bright smile as they walked away, your stomach churning with dread at the thought of dinner with your parents—and Sunghoon, of all people.

As soon as your parents were out of sight, you let go of Sunghoon’s arm and stepped back, giving him an apologetic look. “I’m really sorry about all of that,” you said quickly. “I didn’t mean to drag you into this, I just—”

Sunghoon held up a hand, cutting you off. “Save it,” he said, his voice clipped. “Just don’t step on my foot again.”

You bit your lip, feeling a little guilty, but also relieved that the worst was over. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear,” you said, trying to sound sincere.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You owe me big time,” he muttered before turning to leave, shaking his head.

A FEW DAYS HAD PASSED SINCE THE PARTY INCIDENT, but the chaos you’d caused still lingered in Sunghoon’s mind. He found himself in the garage with his friends, Jay, Jake, and Heeseung, leaning against his sleek, black sports car as they all casually chatted about their lives. Sunghoon was half-listening, his mind elsewhere, until Jake asked him something that brought him back to reality.

“So, are you going to be in the next race?” Jake asked, wiping his hands on a rag after tinkering with his car.

Sunghoon shrugged. “I haven’t decided yet.”

Heeseung raised an eyebrow. “What’s up with you lately? You’ve been distracted since that party.”

Sunghoon stared at the concrete floor for a moment before casually blurting out, “I’m dating or engaged. Or… something.”

The garage fell into silence. Jay, who had been leaning against a workbench, immediately turned to face Sunghoon with wide eyes. “What?”

Jake looked like he had just swallowed his tongue, blinking at Sunghoon like he hadn’t heard correctly. Heeseung, who was tightening a bolt on his engine, froze mid-motion, his wrench slipping from his grip and clattering to the ground.

“Dude,” Jay said slowly, standing up straight. “Are you serious right now? Did you just say you got engaged?”

Sunghoon scratched the back of his neck, looking both tired and mildly amused at their reactions. “Yeah… or something like that.”

“What do you mean ‘something like that’?” Jake demanded, clearly confused. “Since when are you even dating anyone?”

Sunghoon sighed, leaning further back against his car as he explained, “It’s complicated. Some girl at the party basically told her parents we’re engaged because she was trying to get out of a situation, and I got dragged into it.”

Heeseung let out a low whistle. “Wait, so you’re fake engaged?”

“Pretty much,” Sunghoon said, rubbing his temples like the whole thing gave him a headache.

Jay shook his head, still in disbelief. “That doesn’t even sound real, man. Who is this girl?”

“I don’t even know her that well,” Sunghoon admitted, sounding exasperated. “Her name’s YN,”

Heeseung blinked. “Wait, YN LN?”

“Yeah,” Sunghoon confirmed. “That’s the one.”

Jay nearly choked on his own spit. “You’re telling me you’re fake engaged to the YN LN? The one who’s all over the headlines?”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow. “She’s all over the headlines?”

Jake laughed incredulously, leaning against his car for support. “Dude, how do you not know that? She’s, like, one of the biggest actors right now. ”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “I don’t pay attention to that stuff. All I know is that she’s got her parents convinced that we’re together, and now I have to figure out how to get out of this without causing a massive scene.”

Jay shook his head, still grinning. “This is insane. You, of all people, caught up in some fake engagement with a celebrity.”

Heeseung smirked. “You’ve been in some high-speed races before, but this might be the wildest thing you’ve ever gotten into.”

Sunghoon groaned, crossing his arms over his chest. “Tell me about it. And the worst part is, her parents think I’m some perfect gentleman or something. They’re probably planning the wedding already.”

Jake chuckled, nudging Sunghoon with his elbow. “Well, look at the bright side—you’ve always been good under pressure. This is just another challenge.”

Sunghoon shot him a look. “Yeah, but this isn’t a race. This is someone’s life we’re talking about.”

Jay grinned. “And yours, apparently.”

Sunghoon sighed again, feeling the weight of the situation settling on him once more. “I’m just trying to figure out how to handle it without causing a mess. I don’t even know why I agreed to go along with it in the first place. Plus, I don't know this girl.”

Heeseung patted him on the back, smirking. “Maybe you just didn’t want to let the girl down. Sounds like you’re already some hero,”

Sunghoon shot him a deadpan look. “Yeah, sure. That’s exactly what I’m going for.”

Jay laughed. “Well, good luck, man. Just try not to end up accidentally married before you figure out how to get out of this.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. “Thanks for the advice,” he said dryly with a hint of sarcasm. “I’ll be sure to avoid that.”

MIYEON AND YUNAH DRAGGED YOU OUT TO A STREET RACE. you weren’t exactly in the mood for it, but they insisted, pulling you along with promises of fun and a chance to clear your mind (and meet your so-said husband). engines roared, and the night was alive with the sound of revving motors and the sharp smell of gasoline.

as you scanned the area, your eyes landed on a familiar figure leaning casually against a sleek, black car. sunghoon. he looked as cool and composed as ever, his hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket, eyes scanning the crowd with a bored expression. when his gaze finally met yours, his face twisted into a look of irritation, and he rolled his eyes dramatically.

of course he would be here, you thought. but you knew you needed to talk to him about the upcoming dinner. miyeon and yunah noticed your sudden change in demeanor and shot you questioning looks, but you brushed them off, telling them you'd be back in a minute.

you made your way over to where sunghoon was standing. he didn’t bother to move as you approached, just watched you with that same indifferent, slightly irritated expression.

“sunghoon,” you started, trying to keep your voice steady, “we need to talk.”

he raised an eyebrow, clearly uninterested. “about what?” he asked, his tone dripping with disinterest.

“about the dinner,” you replied, not backing down despite his attitude. “my parents want us to be there together.”

sunghoon let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes again. “can’t you just tell your parents we got into some argument and divorced or something?” he said coldly, his voice laced with sarcasm.

you clenched your fists, trying to keep your cool. “no, i can’t do that, sunghoon. it’s already confirmed. my parents are planning a wedding.”

for a moment, sunghoon’s expression faltered, a flash of something unreadable crossing his face. but just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, replaced by his usual cold look “a wedding?” he repeated, as if the word itself was foreign to him. “are you serious?”

“dead serious,” you replied, “they think we’re the perfect match or something. and they’re not taking no for an answer.”

sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. “this is ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath, though it was loud enough for you to hear. “so what? we’re supposed to just play along with this charade? pretend like everything’s fine?”

“i don’t see any other option,” you said, “if we don’t, they’ll just make things worse. we need to figure out how to handle this.”

sunghoon didn’t respond right away, his gaze drifting away from you as he stared off into the distance, lost in thought. after a moment, he pulled out his phone and held it out to you, his expression unreadable. “give me your number,” he said, his tone more resigned than anything.

you blinked, slightly taken aback by his sudden change in attitude, but quickly recovered, pulling out your own phone and exchanging numbers with him. the whole interaction felt strange, like you were stepping into unfamiliar territory.

“i’ll text you the details,” you said, trying to keep the conversation moving. “we’ll figure out a plan.”

sunghoon nodded, slipping his phone back into his pocket. for a brief moment, it almost seemed like the tension between you two had eased, but then he spoke again, his voice back to its usual coldness. “just don’t expect me to play nice,” he warned, his eyes narrowing slightly. “i’m not doing this for you. i’m doing this to get them off my back.”

THE NIGHT OF THE DINNER ARRIVED FATER THAN YOU ANTICIPATED, and before you knew it, you found yourself standing outside your parents’ house with sunghoon by your side. the two of you looked like the perfect couple, at least on the surface. you were both dressed impeccably—sunghoon in a sharp black suit (for the first time) and you in a simple, black dress that your mom had insisted you wear.

as you walked up to the front door, you forced a smile, hoping it didn’t look as strained as it felt. “remember, just play along,” you whispered to sunghoon as you reached for the doorbell.

sunghoon sighed, barely masking his irritation. “yeah, yeah, i know the drill.”

the door swung open almost immediately, and you were greeted by your mother’s beaming face. “oh, there they are! my favorite couple,” she gushed, pulling you both into a tight hug. sunghoon stiffened beside you, clearly uncomfortable with the affectionate display, but he managed to return your mother’s smile.

“hi, mom,” you said, your voice a little too bright. “we’re here.”

“come in, come in!” she insisted, ushering you both inside. “dinner’s almost ready. your father’s been looking forward to this all week.”

as you entered the dining room, the smell of home-cooked food filled the air, mingling with the scent of fresh flowers. everything was arranged, from the perfectly folded napkins to the silverware.

“you two look wonderful,” your dad remarked, giving you both an approving nod as he took his seat at the head of the table. “it’s nice to finally have a proper family dinner.”

sunghoon flashed a polite smile, though you could tell he was barely holding back his annoyance. “thanks, sir. we’re happy to be here.”

you shot him a quick glance, impressed by his ability to keep up the act, even if it was just barely. every time your parents asked about your “relationship,” you forced a smile and nodded along with whatever sunghoon said, even when he was being sarcastic.

“so, how did you two meet?” your mom asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“it was... quite the story,” you began, trying to come up with something that wouldn’t sound too ridiculous.

sunghoon leaned back in his chair, smirking slightly. “yeah, she practically threw herself at me,” he said with a teasing tone that made you want to kick him under the table.

“oh, did she now?” your dad chuckled, clearly amused.

you felt your cheeks flush, but you kept your composure, forcing a laugh. “he’s exaggerating, of course,” you said, giving sunghoon a pointed look. “we met through mutual friends.”

sunghoon shrugged, his smirk never leaving his face. “something like that.”

sunghoon seemed to take every opportunity to make subtle jabs at you, whether it was a sarcastic comment about your habits or a teasing remark about your so-called relationship. it took everything in you not to snap at him in front of your parents.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, your parents excused themselves to the kitchen, leaving you and sunghoon alone at the table. the moment they were out of earshot, you turned to him, your fake smile dropping instantly.

“do you have to be such a jerk?” you hissed, keeping your voice low.

sunghoon rolled his eyes, leaning forward with an exasperated sigh. “i’m just trying to get through this as quickly as possible. it’s not my fault your parents are so nosy.”

“they’re not nosy, they’re just... interested,” you retorted, though even you could hear how weak your argument sounded. “and you don’t have to be so sarcastic all the time.”

“and you don’t have to be so uptight,” sunghoon shot back, his eyes narrowing. “seriously, you act like this is the end of the world.”

“maybe because it feels like it,” you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. “i didn’t ask for any of this, sunghoon.”

“neither did i,” he countered, his voice cold. “but here we are.”

before you could respond, you heard footsteps approaching, and you quickly plastered a fake smile back on your face. sunghoon did the same, though his expression looked more like a grimace than anything else.

your parents reentered the room, both of them carrying trays of dessert. “hope you two saved room for dessert!” your mom chimed, setting the trays down on the table.

“of course,” sunghoon replied smoothly, his tone completely different from the one he’d used just moments ago. he even managed to let out a laugh, though it sounded forced to your ears. you joined in, though your own laughter felt hollow.

as the evening finally came to a close, you stood by the door with sunghoon, thanking your parents for the dinner. they were both smiling, clearly satisfied with how the night had gone.

“thanks for coming,” your mom said, giving you both a warm hug. “we’ll have to do this again sometime.”

“definitely,” you lied, forcing another smile. “we’ll let you know.”

as soon as you were out the door, you let out a long sigh, the tension leaving your body all at once. sunghoon walked beside you in silence, his expression unreadable.

“thanks for playing along,” you said quietly, not really expecting a response.

sunghoon glanced at you, his eyes softening slightly. “yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” he muttered, though there was less bite in his tone than before.

YOU WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF A BUSY SHOOT when one of your co-workers approached you with a grin. “hey, we’re planning a party for yunjin’s birthday this weekend! you should totally come,” they said, excitement bubbling in their voice.

you paused, considering it for a moment. parties weren’t really your thing; you preferred quieter, more intimate gatherings. (despite you saying that you were some "extrovert). but you didn’t want to seem like a killjoy, especially since you’d been getting along well with the rest of the crew. “hmm, sure,” you replied, trying to sound enthusiastic.

your co-worker beamed. “great! it’s gonna be a lot of fun. oh, and by the way, it’s a plus-one kind of thing. you can bring a friend… or your boyfriend.” they winked at you, clearly teasing.

you managed a small laugh, though inside, you were already feeling the pressure. “oh, okay,” you said, keeping your tone light. but as they walked away, the reality of the situation began to sink in. a plus-one. great.

back in your dressing room, you slumped into a chair, staring at your phone. you were part of a close-knit trio of friends, and the idea of inviting just one of them felt wrong. how could you choose between them? you knew if you invited one, the other would inevitably feel left out. the last thing you wanted was to create tension among your friends.

hours passed, and you found yourself going back and forth in your mind. should you just skip the party altogether? but then again, you’d already said yes, and backing out now would seem weird. besides, yunjin was nice, and you didn’t want to disappoint her.

finally, an idea began to take shape in your mind. it wasn’t ideal, but it might be the simplest solution. with a resigned sigh, you decided to invite sunghoon. after all, you owed him for putting up with your parents’ dinner, and this could be a way to pay him back. besides, it wasn’t like you were going to have a good time anyway—might as well drag him along.

you typed out a quick message and hesitated for a moment before hitting send.

hey, there’s this party for one of my co-workers. it’s a plus-one thing. wanna come?

it didn’t take long for his reply to come through.

fine. don’t expect me to stay for long, though.

you rolled your eyes at the screen, but a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. typical sunghoon. at least he agreed to go, which took some of the pressure off you. you quickly texted back a simple thanks, and put your phone away, trying not to overthink the whole thing.

THE BAR WAS ALIVE WITH ENERGY as you stepped inside with sunghoon by your side. people were packed together on the dance floor. laughter and chatter filled the air, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the occasional burst of a drunken cheer. couples were scattered around, some dancing close, others tucked away in corners, stealing kisses that made you roll your eyes.

“this place is… lively,” sunghoon muttered, his eyes scanning the crowd.

“yeah, it’s a party,” you replied with a slight shrug, though you couldn’t help but feel a bit out of place. you weren’t exactly the party type, and neither was sunghoon, which made the whole situation feel a little surreal.

deciding to get a drink to ease the tension, you made your way over to the bar, sunghoon following closely behind. the bartender barely glanced at you as he took your order, quickly mixing up a couple of drinks and sliding them across the counter. you grabbed your glass, taking a sip of the cool liquid, hoping it would help you relax.

sunghoon took a swig of his drink, his expression unreadable. “so, how long do we have to stay here?” he asked, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

“just a little while,” you replied, trying not to sound too eager to leave. “it’s yunjin’s birthday. i can’t just disappear after showing up.”

sunghoon sighed but didn’t argue, taking another drink instead. just as you were about to take another sip, you heard a familiar voice call out your name.

“oh my god, y/n!” yunjin’s voice rang out, full of excitement as she made her way over to you. she looked gorgeous, her outfit sparkling under the bar’s dim lights. “i’m so glad you came!” she exclaimed, wrapping you in a quick hug.

“of course,” you replied, returning her hug with a smile. “happy birthday!”

as yunjin pulled away, her eyes drifted over to sunghoon, and her expression shifted from excitement to shock. “wait a minute… are you with the famous f1 driver, sunghoon?!” she nearly squealed, her eyes wide with disbelief.

sunghoon gave her a polite nod, a small smile playing on his lips. “that would be me,” he said, his tone smooth and calm as ever.

yunjin’s mouth dropped open in awe, clearly starstruck. “i can’t believe this! i didn’t know you were engaged to him, y/n!” she exclaimed.

“uh, yeah… we go way back,” you said awkwardly, trying to keep the conversation light. yunjin was too caught up in her excitement to notice your discomfort, though, as she quickly introduced herself to sunghoon, gushing about how much she admired his career.

sunghoon handled it with grace, his usual cool demeanor never faltering. you watched the interaction with a mixture of amusement and mild irritation—sunghoon always seemed so effortless in social situations, even when he clearly didn’t want to be there.

after a few more minutes of chatting, yunjin finally excused herself to mingle with other guests, leaving you and sunghoon alone again. you downed the rest of your drink in one gulp.

“she seems nice,” sunghoon commented, his tone neutral as he sipped his drink.

“yeah, she’s great,” you agreed, though your mind was elsewhere. you could still feel the lingering stares from some of the other partygoers who had noticed sunghoon’s presence. it wasn’t every day that a famous athlete showed up at a regular birthday party, after all.

as the night wore on, you found yourself relaxing a little, the alcohol helping to take the edge off your nerves. you and sunghoon stayed near the bar, occasionally chatting about nothing in particular. but just as you were starting to feel comfortable, disaster struck.

you reached for another drink, but your hand wobbled, and before you knew it, the glass tipped over, spilling its contents all over your dress. you let out a startled gasp, staring down at the growing stain on your outfit.

“fuck,” you muttered, feeling a flush of embarrassment rise to your cheeks. without thinking, you quickly excused yourself and made trip to the bathroom, hoping to save your dress before the stain set in.

as you stood in front of the mirror, dabbing at the stain with a paper towel, the bathroom door swung open, and sunghoon stepped inside. you glanced up, surprised to see him there.

“what are you doing?” you asked.

“what does it look like? helping,” sunghoon replied, grabbing another paper towel and joining you at the sink. his presence was a little too close for comfort, his arm brushing against yours as he leaned in to inspect the damage.

“i can handle it,” you insisted, though you didn’t move away.

“clearly,” he said dryly, his lips curving into a slight smirk as he continued to blot the stain. the scent of his cologne filled the small space, a mix of something clean and crisp that was distinctly him. it made your heart skip a beat, though you tried to ignore it.

“you didn’t have to follow me in here, you know,” you muttered, focusing on the task at hand.

“someone had to make sure you didn’t completely ruin your dress,” he retorted, his tone teasing. “besides, it’s not like i was having a great time out there.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile. “you’re such a pessimist.”

“and you’re such a klutz,” he shot back. for a moment, the bickering felt almost normal, like you weren’t two people stuck in a fake marriage.

as you continued to dab at the stain, your hands occasionally brushed against each other, and you became acutely aware of how close sunghoon was standing to you. the small bathroom seemed to shrink around you.

“you know, you didn’t have to invite me to this,” sunghoon said after a moment, his voice quieter now. “i’m sure you could’ve brought someone you actually like.”

“don’t flatter yourself,” you replied, though there was a hint of playfulness in your tone. “i figured this was a good way to pay you back for that dinner. besides, i couldn’t just pick one friend to invite. it felt… wrong.”

sunghoon glanced at you, his expression softening slightly. “i get it. but still, this whole thing is just—”

“a fake marriage, yeah, i know,” you cut in, a bit more bitterly than you intended. “but we’re stuck with it, so we might as well make the best of it.”

unknown to either of you, the bathroom door had been left slightly ajar, and just outside, youngdae stood with a smug smirk on his face. he had heard every word, and as he quietly backed away, a plan began to form in his mind. he couldn’t believe his luck—overhearing something as juicy as this was too good to pass up.

as he slipped back into the crowd, unnoticed, you and sunghoon continued to bicker in the bathroom, completely unaware that your secret was no longer safe.

YOU HAD NEVER IMAGINED YOURSELF IN THSI SITUATION—standing in a bridal boutique, skimming through racks of wedding dresses with sunghoon awkwardly hovering nearby. your parents had practically forced the two of you to go dress shopping together, giving you an outrageously huge budget and insisting that sunghoon accompany you. after all, what kind of engaged couple doesn’t choose their wedding dress together?

“can’t believe i’m doing this,” sunghoon muttered under his breath, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he stood off to the side, clearly uncomfortable.

“oh, come on,” you teased, holding up a dress with intricate lace detailing. “how bad can it be? just think of it as a chance to play dress-up.”

he rolled his eyes, though a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “yeah, ‘cause that’s exactly what i want to do on my day off—play dress-up.”

you ignored his sarcasm, too engrossed in the rows of dresses before you. everything sparkled and shimmered under the boutique’s soft lighting, and you couldn’t help but gasp in awe every time you pulled out a new dress. “oh my god, isn’t this one so pretty?” you exclaimed, holding up a strapless gown with a flowing tulle skirt.

sunghoon glanced at it, his expression unreadable. “yeah, it’s nice,” he said noncommittally.

“just nice?” you pouted, returning the dress to its rack. “you’re supposed to be helping me choose, you know.”

“i am helping,” he protested, though the way he stood there like a statue suggested otherwise. “i’m here, aren’t i?”

you huffed, turning back to the dresses. after a few more minutes of browsing, you finally picked out a few that caught your eye and headed to the fitting room. “okay, i’m gonna try these on. don’t go anywhere,” you instructed, pointing at him as you disappeared behind the curtain.

sunghoon sighed and leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. he wasn’t sure how he ended up in this position—fake marriage or not, this felt a little too real for his liking. but as much as he wanted to be anywhere else, he couldn’t deny the slight curiosity that tugged at him as he waited for you to reappear.

a few minutes later, you stepped out of the fitting room in the first dress, a simple yet elegant gown with delicate lace sleeves. you did a little twirl, smiling at yourself in the mirror before turning to sunghoon. “what do you think?”

sunghoon’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at you. for a moment, he forgot how to speak, his usual cool demeanor slipping as he took in the sight before him. when had you become this… pretty?

he quickly schooled his expression, trying to sound indifferent. “it’s okay, i guess.”

you frowned, though not completely disappointed. “just okay? really?”

“yeah, it’s fine,” he said, averting his gaze as if the dress wasn’t making his heart race.

you sighed, but didn’t let his lackluster response dampen your mood. “well, i have a few more to try on. maybe you’ll like the next one better.”

as you disappeared back into the fitting room, sunghoon let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. what was wrong with him? this was just dress shopping, nothing more. yet, the image of you in that dress lingered in his mind, making it hard to focus on anything else.

a few minutes later, you emerged again, this time in a dress that was the complete opposite of the first—sleek, modern, with a plunging neckline and an open back. you looked at sunghoon expectantly, waiting for his reaction.

once again, sunghoon felt his heart skip a beat. the dress hugged your curves perfectly, accentuating every line and angle. he swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady. “it’s… okay too.”

you raised an eyebrow, not convinced. “that’s all you have to say? you’re not very helpful, you know.”

“they all look fine,” he insisted, though in truth, he was struggling to keep his emotions in check. every dress you tried on seemed to outshine the last, and it was becoming harder for him to maintain his usual aloofness.

you tried on a few more dresses, each one stunning in its own way, but every time you asked for his opinion, he gave the same response: “it’s okay.”

by the time you tried on the fifth dress, you were starting to get frustrated. “you literally said the same thing for the past five dresses,” you pointed out, hands on your hips as you glared at him in the mirror.

sunghoon shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of your stare. “well, they’re all okay, i guess…” he mumbled, avoiding your eyes.

“ugh, you’re impossible,” you groaned, though there was a hint of a smile on your lips. “at this rate, we’ll never choose a dress.”

sunghoon glanced at you, his gaze softening for a moment. “you look good in all of them,” he admitted quietly, barely loud enough for you to hear.

you paused, taken aback by his words. it wasn’t much, but coming from him, it felt like a genuine compliment. “really?” you asked, your annoyance melting away as a smile spread across your face.

sunghoon looked away, feeling a little embarrassed. “yeah, really,” he said, clearing his throat as if to cover up the sincerity in his voice.

eventually, after much thinking, you finally chose a dress—a classic, timeless gown that felt like the perfect balance between elegance and simplicity. as you stood in front of the mirror, admiring the final choice, you couldn’t help but notice the way sunghoon was looking at you. his usual stoic expression had softened, and there was something in his eyes that made your heart flutter.

“so, this is the one?” he asked, his voice oddly gentle.

“yeah,” you replied, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “this is the one.” maybe, just maybe, this fake marriage was becoming something a little more real.

YOU, MIYEON, AND YUNAH ARE SPRAWLED COMFORTABLY ON THE OVERSIZED COUCH in Miyeon’s living room, a place you've all come to consider your second house (because of how many times the three of you stay at).

Yunah is on her phone, as usual, her eyes scanning the screen rapidly. Suddenly, she pauses, her lips curling into a smirk. “Well, well, look who’s trending,” she drawls, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. “You and Sunghoon are all over the news. Everyone's saying you’re officially together.”

Miyeon perks up at this as she leans forward. “Let me see!” she says eagerly, reaching out for Yunah’s phone.

Yunah hands it over with a knowing smile. “It’s literally everywhere,” she repeats, her tone teasing but supportive. “You guys are the talk of the town.”

Miyeon’s eyes widen as she scrolls through the headlines, her fingers flying across the screen. “Wow, they’re even calling you the ‘It’ couple of the year,” she remarks, half in awe, half in disbelief. “This is huge!”

You sigh, “I knew the story would get out, but I didn’t expect it to blow up like this,” you admit, running a hand through your hair.

Yunah chuckles, nudging you playfully. “Well, you’re both celebrities in your own right. An actor and a Formula 1 driver? That’s headline gold right there.”

Miyeon hands the phone back to Yunah, turning her attention to you with a curious glint in her eye. “So, how’s it been? Pretending to be married to one of the hottest guys on the planet? Any sparks flying yet?”

You blush, recalling the moments you’ve shared with Sunghoon—the way his gaze lingers on you a little longer than necessary, the way his cologne mingles in the air, the way he complimented you at the wedding dress shop. “It’s… interesting,” you say, trying to keep your tone neutral. “We’re both just trying to play our parts and not let things get too complicated.”

“Too late for that,” Yunah quips, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come on, there’s gotta be something there.”

Miyeon nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, you can’t fool us. We know you too well. Besides, if you’re gonna be in the spotlight, you might as well enjoy it, right?”

You let out a small laugh, feeling the warmth of their support. “I don’t know… it’s all so confusing. One minute, it feels like we’re just playing a role, and the next, it feels… real.”

Yunah places a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Just take it one step at a time. Don’t overthink it. If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen.”

Miyeon grins, giving you an encouraging look. “And in the meantime, we’ll be here to cheer you on. Fake or not, this is your story, and you get to write the ending.”

THE NIGHT AIR WAS THICK WITH THE ENERGY of the city as you, Miyeon, and Yunah staggered out of the cozy, dimly lit bar you’d spent the evening in. The three of you had gone out for a few drinks to unwind, but a few turned into more than you could count, and now you were decidedly tipsy—no, scratch that, you were drunk. The kind of drunk that makes the world spin and words blur together.

Miyeon, ever the responsible one, was trying to hail a cab while Yunah clung to your arm, giggling uncontrollably at something you couldn’t quite remember. A soft breeze ruffling your hair as you leaned against a lamppost, the ground feeling a little too far away for comfort.

“I should call… someone…” you muttered, fumbling for your phone in your bag, your fingers clumsy and uncoordinated.

Yunah snorted, still giggling. “Who’re you gonna call? Ghostbusters?”

“Sunghoon,” you slurred, finding his number on your phone with surprising accuracy despite the alcohol fogging your brain. Without another thought, you pressed the call button, bringing the phone to your ear as it rang.

On the other end, Sunghoon was sitting on the couch in his sleek, modern apartment, absentmindedly flipping through channels on the TV. He wasn’t really paying attention to anything in particular; his mind was elsewhere. Specifically, it was on you. At first, he’d told himself it was just part of the act, that he was only playing the role of your fake fiancé. But the more time he spent with you, the more he started to question that.

His phone buzzed on the coffee table, and he glanced at the screen, frowning slightly when he saw your name. You never called him, especially not this late. With a hint of worry, he picked up. “Hello?”

“Sunghoon!” you exclaimed, far too loud for a late-night call. Your voice was slurred.

“Are you… drunk?” he asked, his concern deepening. He could hear you giggling on the other end, and it did something funny to his chest. “Where are you?”

“Out… with Miyeon and Yunah. We’re having soooo much fun!” You hiccuped.

Sunghoon’s brow furrowed as he stood up, already grabbing his keys off the table. “You shouldn’t be out there alone. Stay where you are, I’m coming to get you.”

“But I’m not alone!” you protested, sounding like a child. “I’m with Miyeon and Yunah! They’re sooooo funny…”

“Stay there,” he repeated, more firmly this time. “I’m on my way.”

You didn’t seem to hear him, too busy giggling with Yunah about something that had apparently happened earlier in the evening. Sunghoon didn’t waste any more time. He was out the door and in his car within minutes, the engine roaring to life as he sped through the city streets.

By the time he reached the bar, you were sitting on the curb with Miyeon and Yunah, both of whom were also a little tipsy but still more composed than you. The moment Sunghoon stepped out of his car, your eyes lit up, though you didn’t seem to fully recognize him.

“There he is!” Miyeon said, relief evident in her voice as she waved him over. “She’s all yours, Sunghoon. Good luck.”

Sunghoon couldn’t help but chuckle despite his worry as he approached you. You looked up at him with a lazy grin, your eyes glazed over. “Who’re you?” you asked, tilting your head to the side in confusion.

“It’s me, Sunghoon,” he replied, crouching down in front of you. “Let’s get you home.”

You pouted, shaking your head like a stubborn child. “I don’t know you,” you mumbled, crossing your arms. “I’m not going anywhere with a stranger.”

Sunghoon sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing with you in this state. “Alright, alright,” he said, trying to keep his tone soothing. “But we can’t stay here. How about I take you somewhere safe?”

You squinted at him, clearly trying to decide if you could trust him. After a moment, you seemed to make up your mind and nodded. “Okay… but no funny business, mister!”

Sunghoon chuckled softly, his heart doing that funny little flip again. He gently helped you to your feet, slipping an arm around your waist to steady you. “I promise,” he said, leading you toward his car.

The drive was quiet, save for your occasional hiccup or mumble about how the city lights were so pretty. Sunghoon kept glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

When you arrived at his apartment, Sunghoon helped you out of the car and into the elevator. You leaned heavily against him, clearly exhausted but still stubbornly refusing to give him your address. He figured it was safer to just keep you with him for the night.

His apartment was as sleek and modern as ever, but tonight, it felt different having you there. He led you to the guest bedroom, flicking on the light as he helped you sit on the edge of the bed.

“Here we are,” he said softly, crouching down to help you with your shoes. “You can sleep here tonight.”

You blinked down at him, a smile spreading across your face. “You’re really nice for a stranger,” you slurred, reaching out to pat his head clumsily.

Sunghoon felt his face heat up, and he quickly stood, hoping you wouldn’t notice. “Okay, now go to sleep,” he said, trying to sound firm.

As he tucked you in, pulling the blanket up around you, you suddenly leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. The taste of alcohol lingered on your breath as you pulled back, giggling. “Thank you, stranger,” you murmured, your eyelids drooping heavily.

Sunghoon froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He stared down at you.

“Okay, now go to sleep,” he repeated, this time more to himself than to you as he gently pushed you back onto the pillow.

You were already half asleep, a soft smile on your lips as you mumbled something he couldn't puzzle out. Sunghoon stood there for a moment longer, just watching you.

Finally, he turned off the light and quietly left the room, closing the door behind him. As he leaned against the wall outside, he let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair.

He was definitely catching feelings for you, and tonight had only made that fact impossible to ignore. But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the simple fact that you were safe, and that was all that mattered.

For now.

YOU WAKE UP WITH A POUNDING HEADACHE. Groaning, you reach up to rub your temples, your eyes still squeezed shut against the harsh morning light filtering through the curtains. When you finally dare to open them, the first thing you see is a glass of water and a single pill on the nightstand next to you.

Grateful, you reach for the water and swallow the pill, hoping it’ll take the edge off your hangover. But as you set the glass back down, something feels… off. You blink a few times, trying to clear the fog from your mind. This didn’t look like your bedroom. Where were you?

You sit up slowly, the blanket sliding off your legs as you take in your surroundings. The room is spacious and sleek, with modern, minimalist decor—a far cry from the cozy clutter of your own place. Panic starts to bubble up in your chest as you swing your legs over the side of the bed, your feet meeting the cool hardwood floor.

You stand, wobbling slightly as the room tilts beneath you. After a moment, you steady yourself and start to walk toward the door. The apartment is eerily quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the city beyond the windows. You weren't kidnapped right?

You wander through the hallway, glancing at the modern art on the walls and the polished furniture that looks like it belongs in a high-end magazine. None of it is familiar. Displays of trophies. Your heart pounds faster as you pass by a living room with a sleek black couch and a glass coffee table, everything impeccably neat. Where are you?

Finally, you reach the kitchen, your breath catching in your throat as you see a tall figure standing by the counter, his back to you. He’s dressed casually, a black t-shirt stretching across his broad shoulders, his hair slightly tousled like he’s just woken up. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the air, mingling with the sharp scent of something else—aftershave, maybe.

He turns around, and your heart skips a beat. Sunghoon.

He glances at you, his expression carefully neutral, though you can see the tension in his posture. “You’re awake,” he says, his voice low and measured, as if he’s trying not to sound too concerned.

You blink, still half-convinced you’re dreaming. “Sunghoon?” you whisper, your voice hoarse from sleep. “What… what happened? I was with Yunah and Miyeon…”

He nods, setting down the mug of coffee he was holding. “You were,” he confirms, his tone calm “But you got drunk, really drunk, and I thought it was best you stay here. You were pretty persistent about not telling me your address.”

You stare at him, your mind struggling to piece together the events of the previous night. Flashes of memory come back—calling him, the bar, the lights of the city, his worried face as he helped you into his car. You groan, slapping a hand to your forehead as it all starts to make sense. “Very smart of you, YN..” you mumble to yourself.

“Okay, fine,” you say, crossing your arms defensively. “But I’m still not happy about being brought here without knowing.”

Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, leaning against the counter again. “I didn’t exactly have many options, you know. You wouldn’t tell me your address.”

You huff, feeling a little defensive. “Maybe if you didn’t look so much like a stranger, I would’ve!”

He smirks, crossing his arms to mirror your stance. “I told you who I was. It’s not my fault you couldn’t recognize me in your drunk state.”

You narrow your eyes at him, the headache making you more irritable than usual. “Well, maybe next time you should have tried harder.”

“Next time?” he echoes, a playful glint in his eyes. “So, you’re planning to get drunk and forget who I am again?”

You roll your eyes, refusing to back down. “That’s not what I meant. I just… you could’ve left me with Yunah and Miyeon, you know.”

Sunghoon’s smirk fades slightly, and his tone becomes more serious. “They were tipsy too, and I wasn’t about to leave you with them in that condition. You were my responsibility after you called me.”

You bite your lip, realizing he has a point but not willing to admit it. “Well, you didn’t have to be so overprotective.”

He sighs, the amusement slipping from his face. “I wasn’t being overprotective. I was being responsible.”

You glare at him, but there’s no real anger behind it, “Fine, whatever. But you could’ve at least woken me up or something when we got here.”

He gives you a deadpan look. “You were barely conscious by the time we got here. I didn’t think you’d appreciate being woken up just so you could argue with me.”

You open your mouth to retort but realize you don’t have a good comeback. Instead, you huff again and look away, your arms still crossed. “You’re so annoying.”

Sunghoon chuckles softly, shaking his head. “And you’re impossible.”

THE EVENING SKY WAS A DEEP SHADE OF BLUE. the grand hall filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of chatter. Your engagement party was a few weeks later than planned, but no less extravagant.

You stood beside Sunghoon, the two of you playing the part of the perfect couple for the night. He looked effortlessly handsome in a tailored black suit. You were dressed in a stunning gown that flowed like water around you.

Sunghoon leaned in close as you both watched your families mingle and enjoy themselves. “Remember,” he said with a teasing smirk, “don’t drink too much tonight. I don’t think I could survive another night like the last time.”

You elbowed him lightly in the ribs, giving him a mock glare. “Very funny. I’ll have you know I’m fully in control tonight.”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm, sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. “I’m just looking out for you.”

You opened your mouth to retort but were interrupted by the sound of a spoon tapping against a glass. Your father stood at the center of the room, commanding everyone’s attention with his broad smile and booming voice. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, “if I could have your attention, please! It’s time for a toast from the happy couple!”

The guests turned toward you and Sunghoon, their eyes bright with expectation. You felt a flutter of nerves as you stepped forward, taking the microphone that was handed to you. Sunghoon stood beside you, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back—a gesture that felt more practiced than genuine.

You took a deep breath and smiled warmly at the crowd. “Thank you all for being here tonight,” you began, “It means the world to us to have our families and closest friends gathered together to celebrate this special occasion. We couldn’t be happier to share this moment with all of you.”

Sunghoon took the microphone next, his voice smooth and confident as he added, “We’re truly grateful for all the love and support we’ve received. We promise to make the most of this journey together, no matter what the future holds.”

There was a round of applause, followed by the clinking of glasses as everyone raised their drinks in a toast. You exchanged a smile with Sunghoon, relieved that the speech was over, but the evening wasn’t done with its surprises yet.

From somewhere in the crowd, a voice called out, “Give her a kiss!” It started as a playful suggestion, but soon others joined in, chanting and encouraging Sunghoon to kiss you.

Sunghoon chuckled nervously, his usual composed expression faltering slightly. “Oh,” he said, turning to you with a hesitant smile. He took your hand and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. “There.”

The crowd groaned in playful disapproval, with some guests booing and others laughing at the display. Your father, always the life of the party, wasn’t about to let it slide. “Come on, Sunghoon! On the lips!”

You froze, feeling the blood drain from your face as the room buzzed with anticipation. Sunghoon looked just as caught off guard, his eyes widening slightly before he forced a smile back onto his face. “Uh, okay…,” he mumbled, clearly out of his depth.

Sunghoon turned back to you, his eyes searching yours for a moment as if silently asking for permission. You gave him a small nod, your heart racing as he leaned in closer. All you could focus on was the feel of his breath against your lips, the scent of his cologne mingling with the faint traces of champagne.

Then, he closed the distance, pressing his lips against yours. It was over before it even began, a brief touch that was more awkward than anything, leaving you both standing there, trying to play it off with polite smiles as the guests erupted into cheers and applause.

But just as you thought the moment had passed, your grandmother’s voice cut through the noise “Y/N! Give him a real kiss!”

Laughter rippled through the room, and you felt your heart sink. This was not part of the plan. You turned to Sunghoon, your eyes wide with a mix of panic and disbelief. He looked just as flustered, his normally calm expression cracking under the pressure.

“Haha…,” you laughed awkwardly, glancing around the room for an escape, but there was none. The guests were all watching, eagerly awaiting the show they’d been promised.

With no other choice, you forced yourself to smile and faced Sunghoon again. “Well…,” you began, trying to sound lighthearted even though your pulse was racing. “Here goes nothing.”

You leaned in, your lips meeting his once more, but this time, there was no hesitation. The kiss was slow, lingering longer than the last. Sunghoon stiffened at first, clearly taken aback by your sudden compliance, but then something shifted. You felt it in the way his hand instinctively came to rest on your waist, pulling you just a little closer as he relaxed into the kiss.

Then, just as quickly as it started, it was over. Sunghoon pulled back, his eyes searching yours with an expression you couldn’t quite read. He looked almost shocked, as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened. But he quickly masked it with a smile, a little forced, but enough to appease the crowd.

The guests erupted into applause, their cheers and laughter filling the room as you blinked.

As the celebration continued around you, your gaze caught on a familiar face in the crowd. Youngdae. He was standing off to the side, his eyes narrowed as he watched the two of you. There was something in his expression—something smug, knowing. It sent a chill down your spine.

THE MORNING WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE ANY OTHER—calm, uneventful. You were scrolling through your phone, sipping on your coffee, when a notification caught your eye. At first, you thought it was just another article about the engagement, another gossip piece speculating about your relationship with Sunghoon. But the headline stopped you cold.

“Sunghoon and Y/N’s Relationship is All Fake and Scripted.”

You felt your heart drop into your stomach, the words blurring in front of your eyes. Panic surged through you as you clicked on the link, your mind racing. How did they find out? Who could have known? As the article loaded, your breath caught in your throat when you saw the author’s name.

Youngdae.

You scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping your lips as the reality of it set in. Of course, it was him. You should’ve known he was up to something, but you had been too distracted.

As you read through the article, each line felt like a slap to the face. He had all the details—the fake marriage, the carefully staged moments, even the reasons behind it all. It was as if he had been there, watching every step of the way, waiting for the perfect moment to expose the truth.

Your hands trembled as you scrolled through the comments, each one more vicious than the last. People were calling you a liar, accusing you of playing with their emotions for publicity. The overwhelming wave of hatred and disappointment made you feel sick.

It was all true. Every word of it. The relationship was fake. You knew that from the start, but seeing it laid out like this—so cold, so calculated—made it feel real in a way that shook you to your core.

You set your phone down, staring blankly at the wall in front of you. The buzz of your phone pulled you out of your daze—numerous missed calls from your parents, texts asking you to explain, to do damage control. But you ignored them. Right now, you couldn’t face them. There was only one person you needed to talk to.

Sunghoon.

THE ROAR OF THE ENGINES FILLED THE AIR the scent of burning rubber and gasoline lingering as you stood by the bleachers, watching the cars speed around the track. It felt like déjà vu, standing here again, in the same spot where you first met Sunghoon. Back then, you had watched him win with ease, his car a blur as he crossed the finish line in first place. Today, you found yourself here again, but everything felt different—heavier, uncertain.

As the race continued, your eyes were locked on Sunghoon’s car. You had come here to support him, to clear your mind and maybe, just maybe, find a way to fix everything. But when his car zoomed past, your heart skipped a beat. His eyes briefly met yours, a flash of recognition in his gaze, but then he looked away, ignoring you completely. A cold wave of dread washed over you.

The race was intense, but something was wrong. Sunghoon wasn’t leading like he usually did. For the first time, you watched as he struggled to maintain his position, falling into second place. It was subtle, but you could see the frustration in his driving, the slight hesitations that weren’t characteristic of him. When he finally crossed the finish line, there was no victory in his expression—only a bitter disappointment.

You didn’t waste any time, rushing down the bleachers, making sure to keep your face covered so no one would recognize you. You had to talk to him, had to find out what was going on. As you made your way to the pit area, your heart pounded in your chest, each step feeling heavier than the last.

You found him near his car, his back turned to you as he spoke with his team. He looked different—tense, his shoulders hunched with frustration. When he finally noticed you, his expression hardened, the coldness in his eyes hitting you like a punch to the gut.

“What do you want, Y/N?” he asked, his voice laced with bitterness.

You froze, taken aback by the harshness in his tone. “I… I just wanted to talk,” you managed to say, your voice trembling slightly.

“Talk about what?” he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. “Us?”

“Yes,” you whispered, feeling a knot form in your throat. “About us.”

Sunghoon let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. “There is no ‘us,’ Y/N. It’s over, isn’t it? They know, we know—it’s over.”

His words stung, each one like a dagger to your heart. You opened your mouth to protest, to explain, but nothing came out. He scoffed at your silence, his eyes narrowing in anger. Your eyes dart to his bruised knuckles but you don't ask.

“Sunghoon, please,” you tried again, your voice breaking. “I don’t understand why you’re acting like this.”

“Why?” he echoed, his voice rising in frustration. “Because this is the reason I got second place! Because I couldn’t focus, because all I could think about was this mess we’re in!”

You felt a sharp pang of guilt, the weight of his words sinking in. “Sunghoon, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Enough!” he cut you off, his voice firm and unyielding. “Just forget it, okay? We don’t know each other. It’s better that way.”

You stood there, speechless, as he turned away from you, his figure retreating into the crowd. 

(EARLIER, FLASHBACK)

PARK SUNGHOON STOOD NEAR HIS CAR, focused and mentally preparing himself for the race. But something was different today, a tension in the atmosphere that he couldn’t quite place.

As he made his way towards the pit lane, his eyes caught sight of a figure approaching. It was a young man, tall and lean, with a smug expression plastered across his face. Sunghoon squinted, trying to place the familiarity of the stranger. The man walked with an air of arrogance.

“Who are you?” Sunghoon asked, his voice cold and clipped, betraying the irritation that was beginning to simmer beneath the surface.

The man stopped in front of him, tilting his head slightly as if considering the question. “Youngdae,” he replied, his tone dripping with mockery. “I’m YN’s ‘close’ friend.”

The words hung in the air, the taunting lilt in Youngdae’s voice making Sunghoon’s stomach churn. His mind raced, trying to recall where he had seen this guy before. And then it clicked. The engagement party. Yunjin’s and…your engagement party. Sunghoon’s jaw tightened at the memory.

“And?” Sunghoon demanded, his voice now laced with suspicion. “What do you want?”

Youngdae smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he was having. “Oh, I just wanted to let you know,” he started, his tone nonchalant, “that I know everything. And YN… she’s been doing all of this for me. She told me she liked me.”

Sunghoon’s world tilted at those words. His heart stuttered in his chest, “What?” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it too loudly would make it true.

Youngdae’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Yeah, she’s been playing you, Sunghoon,” he continued, his voice taunting. “The whole marriage thing? It was just a way for her to escape, to protect me. She’s mine.”

Sunghoon’s blood boiled, his vision narrowing on the man in front of him. Lies. They had to be lies. But the seed of doubt had been planted, twisting and turning in his mind. “Oh really?” Sunghoon muttered, his voice low, dangerous.

Youngdae barely had time to react before Sunghoon’s fist connected with his jaw, sending him staggering backward. Youngdae straightened, wiping the blood from his lip, his smirk only widening.

“Touched a nerve, did I?” Youngdae sneered, stepping forward as if ready for more.

Sunghoon didn’t wait. Another punch.

Finally, with one last kick, Sunghoon sent Youngdae sprawling to the ground, breathing heavily, chest heaving. He stood over the other man, fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles bruised and bloody. But the pain in his hands was nothing compared to the ache in his chest.

“Congratulations,” Sunghoon spat, his voice thick with emotion. “You got yourself a girlfriend.” The words tasted bitter on his tongue.

With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Youngdae on the ground. Was it true? Had everything between you been a lie?

IT HAD BEEN A WEEK SINCE THE WORLD YOU CAREFULLY CONSTRUCTED CAME CRASHING DOWN. The memories of that awful day played on a loop in your mind, leaving you exhausted and drained. You spent countless hours crying, the weight of Sunghoon’s words crushing you. Miyeon and Yunah sat by your side, their attempts to comfort you. They tried everything—funny stories, your favorite movies, even bringing you your favorite snacks—but nothing seemed to help.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon was a mess of his own. The usually confident and composed Formula 1 driver was now a stressed for the past week etched deeply into his features. He had barely slept, and when he did, his dreams were haunted by images of you—your smile, your laugh, and the pain in your eyes when he had turned his back on you. He didn’t want to think about it, but it was all he could think about.

He was sitting with Heeseung, Jay, and Jake. Heeseung glanced at Sunghoon, noticing the way his friend had been uncharacteristically quiet, his gaze unfocused as he stared off in the distance. Heeseung finally broke the silence, his tone cautious, “So… you ended things with YN?”

Sunghoon let out a long, heavy sigh, his hand running through his hair in frustration. “Yeah,” he muttered, the word filled with regret. “She was just using me to get some guy named Youngdae.”

Jake raised an eyebrow at that, his skepticism clear. “Her? Use you?” There was disbelief in his voice, as if the idea itself was absurd.

Jay, who had been scrolling through his phone, looked up with a frown. “Did you not read the article?” he asked, his tone serious. “The author is Youngdae. He’s the one who exposed your fake relationship or whatever.”

Sunghoon blinked, the words taking a moment to sink in. “What?” he muttered, confusion lacing his voice. He straightened in his seat, pulling out his phone with shaky hands. His fingers fumbled as he searched for the article, the one he had tried so hard to avoid reading because he thought he already knew the truth.

When the article loaded on his screen, he read it carefully, his eyes scanning every word, every sentence. As the pieces started to fall into place, his heart began to race. The tone of the article, the subtle jabs at both you and him, the not-so-subtle gloating—everything screamed of someone with a personal vendetta. Youngdae. The man who had approached him before the race, taunting him, planting seeds of doubt in his mind. Sunghoon’s eyes widened as realization hit him like a freight train.

“It was all a lie,” he whispered to himself. He looked up at his friends, his expression one of dawning horror. “She wasn’t using me. Youngdae set the whole thing up.”

Heeseung, Jay, and Jake watched as the realization washed over Sunghoon, each of them exchanging worried glances. “Yeah, it looks like that asshole was trying to mess with you both,” Jay said, his voice calm but firm.

Sunghoon’s thoughts were a whirlwind as he pieced everything together. The way Youngdae had approached him, the lies he’d told, the article designed to twist the truth and drive a wedge between you two. How could he have been so blind?

“Shoot,” Sunghoon cursed under his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “I need to talk to her.”

YOU SIGHED, tugging at the sleeves of your jacket as you followed Yunah and Miyeon through the bustling crowd. The roar of excited fans and the distant rumble of engines filled the air, a constant reminder of where you were—somewhere you hadn’t wanted to be. Yunah had practically dragged you here, insisting that Sunghoon wouldn’t be part of the lineup today. “Just come along for the fun,” she had said. “It’ll be a good distraction.” And you had reluctantly agreed.

But as you found your seat and the contestants started to make their way onto the track, your heart nearly stopped. There he was. Sunghoon, as he strode confidently towards his car, the cheers of the crowd rising in volume.

“You lied, Yunah,” you muttered, narrowing your eyes at your friend.

Yunah winced, offering you a sheepish smile. “Oops. Guess I got that wrong.”

Miyeon chuckled, nudging your shoulder playfully. “Well, you’re not leaving now. We paid for these tickets!”

You rolled your eyes, trying to push down the pain that had been gnawing at you for days. It wasn’t easy seeing him after everything, the memories of your last encounter still fresh and raw. But you couldn’t deny the way your heart skipped a beat when his eyes met yours. For a fleeting moment, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, but you couldn’t bring yourself to return it, instead looking away quickly, focusing on the crowd.

The race was intense, the final race of the season. whoever won this race would be crowned the champion. Your eyes followed Sunghoon’s car as it sped around the track. You could feel your chest tightening with each passing lap, the anticipation building as he edged closer to victory.

And then, in a blur of speed and adrenaline, Sunghoon crossed the finish line first. The crowd erupted in cheers, the energy electric as the realization set in—he had won. Again.

Sunghoon stepped out of his car, triumphant, the smile on his face broad and genuine as he accepted his trophy. But then, to your surprise, he grabbed the microphone, his voice booming through the speakers.

“This is my fourth year being the champion of this season,” he began, his tone proud but also tinged with something else—something softer. “Thank you, everyone, for your support. It means the world to me.”

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, hoping the moment would pass quickly, but then his words took an unexpected turn.

“And to those who don’t think YN and I are together… we are,” Sunghoon continued, his eyes searching the crowd until they found you. Your breath hitched as he held your gaze. “And I love her. I truly do. I think it’s the way she laughs or smiles. It’s just the way she gives me butterflies. A composure I can’t hold when she’s with me.”

Your eyes widened, confusion and shock swirling in your mind. What was he doing? Was this some kind of joke? But his expression was serious, sincere, and there was a vulnerability in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before.

“I’m sorry, YN,” he said through the mic, the words raw and honest. Before you could process what was happening, you felt hands on your back—Yunah and Miyeon were pushing you out of your seat, urging you forward.

“Go on!” Yunah whispered excitedly, while Miyeon giggled beside her.

You were practically shoved onto the track, and suddenly, you were standing in front of Sunghoon. The world seemed to blur around you, the noise of the crowd fading into the background as all you could focus on was him—just him.

Sunghoon’s eyes softened as he looked at you, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. He stepped closer, lowering the mic, his voice now just for you. “YN, I’m sorry for everything. For just leaving you with no explanation. I let my insecurities get the best of me, and I almost lost you because of it. But I swear, that’s never going to happen again.” You stared at him, confusion on your face.

“ I pieced it all together, and I realized how wrong I was. I was stupid, and I’m so sorry. But I love you, YN. I love you more than I can put into words. And I want us to be official, for real this time.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions washing over you. It felt surreal, like a dream you were afraid to wake up from. “Actually?” you whispered, needing to hear it again, needing to know this was real.

“Actually,” Sunghoon confirmed, a small, hopeful smile on his lips.

A smile slowly crept onto your face as you felt the last of your doubts melt away. “Well… I love you too,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion.

And then, before you could say another word, Sunghoon leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a soft kiss. His hand cupped the side of your face, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek as his lips moved against yours.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, Sunghoon’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “You know,” he began, his voice teasing, “when you were drunk a few weeks ago, you kissed me on the lips.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” you asked.

“I was just waiting for this moment,” he replied with a grin, pulling you into another kiss as the crowd cheered around you, their applause now a distant echo.

THE CITY WAS ALIVE WITH A SOFT GLOW. Sunghoon drove through the city. You sat beside him, your hand resting comfortably on his as the cool night air streamed in through the open window, brushing against your skin and sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

The world outside was quiet, peaceful, a perfect contrast to the whirlwind of excitement that had surrounded you both ever since the news broke. Everyone knew now—about the engagement, the wedding plans, the future that was waiting for you both just around the corner.

Sunghoon glanced over at you, a soft smile playing on his lips as he admired the way the moonlight highlighted your features, making you look even more ethereal.

At every green light, he would lean over, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. His lips were soft, lingering just long enough to make your heart flutter, before he would pull away with a grin, only to repeat the sweet gesture at the next light.

“Do you know how beautiful you look right now?” he murmured, his voice low as his fingers intertwined with yours, giving your hand a light squeeze.

You smiled, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you looked over at him. “You always say that,” you teased, but the warmth in your voice showed how much you loved hearing it.

“It’s because it’s true,” he replied softly, leaning in for another kiss as the light turned green. This time, the kiss lingered a little longer, his lips moving tenderly against yours.

When he pulled back, a grin on his face that matched your own. “I can’t wait to marry you,” he whispered.

“Me neither,” you whispered back, leaning in for one more kiss.

[wonik1ss]

౨ৎ mrs. gym buff ! — noh yunah

pairing — non idol!yunah x reader song rec : midnight fiction - illit & sunflower (P.E.L.) - choi yoojung & pretty girl - reneé rapp ( 1.3k ) ! none ᯤ ^ ㅇ ^ happy reading ! ⸝⸝・ᘏᘏ

prompt : you and your best friend eunchae were like cher and dion, you being self obsessed believing everyone and everything likes you and eunchae keep n you in check. but the one time you think someone doesn’t like you is the one day that someone new enters your gym class and eunchae can obviously tell they have some feelings for you.

“watch it ! this is prada !”. you pointed to your bag as eunchae giggled her head hitting the wire fence.

“I really don’t know why they moved us outside.. I don’t need red bites all over my skin when jake asks me out”. eunchae covered her mouth but still laughed.

“what..?”. you clutch’s stour purse and turned towards the girl.

“no offense..”. you sighed.

“but you would have more luck on some jake from royal high asking you out before jake actual does”. you pouted and turned to face the jock. he was flexing his biceps to yeji and her group; who were swooning.

“he winked at me in bio”. you tapped your foot as you turned to eunchae and smiled. the smile immediately dropped as eunchae opened her mouth.

“he winked and ning too”

“how-“

“she bragged to me right after it happened”. you slid down the fence hands over your face.

“that.. that doesn’t mean I don’t have a chance !”. eunchae slid down right next to you.

“he’s oogling chaer’s boobs.. I don’t think you want a chance..”. you giggled as eunchae nudged you.

“you still like girls right?”. you nodded.

“try one of ‘em out then.. for once !”. you hit the girls head and as p.e. ended went on about your day.

you tilted your glasses down as you walked into the gym. usually jake was flirting, chaewon was hitting on sakura, and eunchae was flexing the fact she could actually dance but everyone was in a straight line..

eunchae caught your eye and called you over.

“what-“

“new girl”. eunchae pointed to the p.e. coach and your eyes furrowed as you looked beside her. some six foot girl stood next to her.

“this is yunah.. she’s new to the school and came in this period”. your coach seemed to glare at the girl and, her head in turn went down. you swore you heard a little ‘sorry’ and you giggled.

“what was that y/n?”. eunchae froze while you smiled.

“sorry was just wondering why we’re still standing here and not playing basketball..”. you swore you saw your coach’s eyes light up. she dismissed everyone and eunchae dragged you over to the bleachers.

“her eyes were glued to you !”. you laughed.

“I would hope so I was talking”. eunchae rolled her eyes and then glanced at yunah.

“look”. you lazily turned your gaze to the tall girl and your eyes noticeable got bigger once you realized they were on you. as soon as yunah realized she walked away.

“so I’m hot..!” eunchae rolled her eyes then got bigger.

“what-“

“thanks”. you looked up. yunah was right infront of you staring anywhere but at you.

“for.. distracting coach”

“oh that’s nothing.. ni-ki does that on a daily basis. eunchae laughed and soon yunah did too.

“that’s it.. bye..”. before you could open your mouth again the girl had ran down the bleachers.

“that was weird”. eunchae said as she tilted her head.

“what’s weirder how she ran down the bleachers and didn’t bust her lip..”

next day..

“she’s staring..!”. eunchae whistled as she sat next to you on one of the benches outside.

“sooo..”

“don’t think she wants that prada bag y/n..”

next next day..

“think she has an eye problem?”. you rolled your eyes.

“no.. i mean maybe..”

next next next day..

“probably still-“

“do you wanna play basketball with me..?”. you blinked twice and then looked at eunchae; she just nodded rapidly.

“s.. sure..”. you got up and followed the girl while eunchae protected you precious prada bag.

“I’m thinking of joining the girls basketball team.. and need help.. sorry if I bother-“

“no it’s fine I never do anything in this class anyway”. as yunah finally got a free hop she looked at you curiously up and down.

“really.. your so.. fit though?”. luckily yunah went to go get a ball so she didn’t see you blushing madly at your comment.

“ok just try to stop me.. you know the basics right”. you just nodded in a trance. as you played you couldn’t look but check the girl out. her hair was in a ponytail.. her sports jacket was off.

“oh shit are you ok?”. you squeezed your eyes shut as you felt the assault against your back.

“ya.. the basketball that hit me like the flash and landed me in my back didn’t do shit”. yunah but her lip as she cupped your cheek and eyes your figure.

“you think you can get up?”. you nodded as she helped you. you held the back of your neck as you nearly fell. yunah put both hands on your waist to keep you balanced.

“you sure you don’t need a-“

“you owe me”

“what..?”

“icecream.. after school tomorrow”. yunah stood in shock as you ran over to a worried eunchae.

“ar-“

“yes.. she’s going to buy me ice cream..!”.

last next day..

“is this black mail..?”. you laughed as yunah pulled out fifteen bucks from her back pocket.

“no ! and you only need like four bucks”. you smiled.

“ya but I’m getting some for your friends too”. you looked over to eunchae fanning her face and haerin rolling here eyes as she aided the girl. you were left speechless as yunah dragged you over to the truck.

you ordered your icecreams and chatted as you waited for them. as soon as you got them you almost gagged as you licked yours.

“is it ok?”. as you walked with yunah you shock your head, as you put haerin and eunchae’s icecreams in your back pockets.

“nah it’s shit but thanks”. yunah frowned and then grabbed your icecream.

“hay !”. quickly yunah gave you here’s and urged you to try it. when you did you frowned.

“why’d you-“

“shit you got some in your..”. yunah put one hand on your waist to pull you closer; and used the other one to whip of some icecream of your lip. you froze when you did. and everytime after that when yunah got in a two feet distance if you.

as the days went on you got closer. mentally.. but mostly physically. yunah started to back hug you..

“then he threw the question right back at-“. as eunchae got ready to laugh, you felt hands around your waist..

“wha-“. as you were about to question the girl she just stared at you blankly and then smiled. then one time when you just sitting on a bench texting a sick eunchae you felt hair on your thighs.

“so eunchae’s sick?”. it took you a minute but you did node. you even felt a kiss on your cheek..

“you think is did to much..”. you asked eunchae as she knocked on jakes door.

“no you just look like your from the yxyy unit your fine”. you nudged the girl as the door opened. a drunk yeji smiled.

“omg hayyyy”. you were about to hayyyy her right back when jakes hand snaked around her waist and he kissed her.. and then they started to make out. you and eunchae brushed past them as they continued.

“you think my hats to big?”. you laughed as you found a quiet corner to talk in.

“nah it’s pertinent to the fit”

“stop using yunah’s fancy words-“

“what’s that about my dance words?”. yunah flicked eunchaes hat. when she did the shorter girl rolled her eyes and ran over to the ‘cat girl’ haerin.

“nice clueless outfits..”. you giggled.

“nice..?”

“I’m nando but sporty girl ! who cares about her looks !”. as you were about to giggle again you felt something wet on your cheek. you blinked twice as yunah’s hands went around your waist. you grabbed one of her hands of your waist and dragged her to the nearest bathroom.

yunah giggled as you sat in the rim of the sink to get to her height. she then wrapped her hands around the sink as you bit your lip.

“what’s wrong..”. yunah’s lips found there way onto your neck and you gasped.

“yunah !”. the girl jumped.

“what !”

“can I not kiss my girlfriend?”

“your what?”. yunah blinked twice.

“you never asked me to be your girlfriend yunah”. the still taller girl tried to take her hands off your waist but you didn’t let her.

“but-“

“I want to be your girlfriend but you never asked !”. you smiled as she got closer to your face.

“will you be my-“. you closed the tiny gap between you two and kissed her. cupping her cheeks this time.

“yes.. yes mrs. gym buff”. yunah giggled and quickly shut you up. what a perfect couple..

[honeylations]

Can you write for chanelle x fem!reader?

CHANELLE MOON x FEM!READER

Prompt: You’re trying to get over the rejection of your crush when Chanelle Moon enters your life to prove that there’s another chance of feeling love

Warnings/Notes: another University au, heartbroken reader, slight Yunahxreader, continuing the soccer player Chanelle character💅🏼

———

‘I’m sorry Y/n, but I like someone else. We can still be friends right?’

Those words echoed painfully in your head as you saw your crush, Noh Yunah, having a conversation with Moa at a bench close by. Yunah’s eyes met yours, giving a small wave in hopes you would finally notice her after literally ghosting her messages since your confession.

You looked away with a tug at your heart, knowing that interacting with Yunah would bring you even more hurt. She was your best friend since childhood and it was heart breaking to know that you basically ruined that relationship by stupidly telling her that you had feelings for her.

“Hey, stop looking at her” Jiwoo warned, tapping her pen at your knuckles.

“Sorry” You muttered into your arm.

“And stop listening to Exile by Taylor Swift on repeat. It’s not healthy” Yunjin hissed, pausing the song on your phone and taking your earbuds off.

“Y/n, it’s gonna be okay” Chaewon softly said while running your back in slow circles.

“Easy for you to say. You and Yunjin are basically high school sweethearts”

“Not everyone has the same love story, Y/n” Yunjin said with a sigh.

“By the way guys” Jiwoo cleared her throat. “I have a partner assignment in my English unit so basically my buddy will be joining us for lunches from now on to work on our project. Is that alright?”

Everyone nodded while you continued moping.

“Sure! Who’s your partner?” Funa asked.

“Chanelle Moon. Yunjin you know her right?”

Yunjin nodded with a mouthful of tteokbokki that Chaewon fed. “That’s my bestie!!”

“She’s coming here right now, everyone behave and look presentable! Especially you” Jiwoo whacked her pen at your head, making your groan.

You sat up and looked at the direction Jiwoo gestured at.

And oh my word.

A tall girl, long hair, superbly hot smile, wearing an oversized white shirt was walking towards your table. Everything seemed to be in slow motion and imaginary sexy music was playing in the background.

“Everyone, this is Chanelle Moon. She’s also a sport major, and runs the sports club on campus. Chanelle, you already know Yunjin and Chaewon but this is Funa and Y/n” Jiwoo introduced.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you!” Funa greeted with a wave.

“Hey” You simply said with a small smile.

Chanelle tilted her head at you. “You seem familiar…oh! You’re the girl I always see with Yunah, right?”

“Uh yeah”

“Are you guys dating?”

You wanted to die.

Jiwoo quickly pulled onto Chanelle’s sweater and whispered. “Y/n had a crush on her and confessed but got rejected. That’s why she looks like a mess”

Chanelle slowly nodded and sat beside you, setting her backpack underneath the table. “Oh I see, my bad. She doesn’t look like a mess to me though. Still very pretty” She whispered back before turning to you again.

“Nice hoodie by the way, Y/n. I love Taylor Swift” She pointed at your merch from Taylor’s last concert.

Your ears perked up like a puppy at her words. “You listen to Taylor too?!”

“Absolutely! She’s my anthem”

“No way, what’s your favourite song?”

Your friends seemed to be surprised at your sudden burst of energy as if you weren’t complaining like some crazy sad woman a few minutes ago. Yunjin leant her lips close to her girlfriend’s ear. “They’re cute together”

“Don’t ruin their moment, babe” Chaewon giggled.

“Enchanted will always be my favourite” Chanelle said, sending an awfully attractive smile to you.

And for some reason, you felt your mood get a little better.

[Time Skip brought to you by…DESTINYZ]

After a few weeks and during more lunch breaks, you and Chanelle find yourselves talking more than her working on the partner project with Jiwoo. Jiwoo even had to tell you off for apparently trying to sabotage her grades but deep down, she was all on board with Yunjin, Chaewon, and Funa on the ChanY/n ship.

You were doing well in forgetting about Yunah, but it went downhill when Chanelle invited you to watch her at soccer practice that was for an upcoming sport event on campus. You forgot Yunah was part of that team and was involved in all events.

You were sat down with your friends on the bleachers while the soccer team was warming up. Yunah smiled when she spotted you within the small audience, taking a few steps towards you to finally talk after being ghosted but Chanelle beat her to it. The half American jogged your way, her smile getting impossibly wider.

“Hey Y/n! I’m so happy to see you here. Even though it’s just for my practice but still, I appreciate it a lot”

You smiled back, waving a container of fruit in her face. “Anything to support you, Chanz. Here’s some fruit I prepared for you”

She happily accepted the container with sparkling eyes and wrapped her arms around your waist for a tight hug. “Wow, all for me? You’re so sweet, thank you!”

“We’re here too you know” Chaewon grumbled with crossed arms.

“Oh thank you guys too for coming! We’re starting our practice matches now. Talk to you later!” Chanelle quickly waved and ran back to her team, popping one strawberry into her mouth.

Yunah clenched her jaw at the interaction, seeing Chanelle place the fruit container beside her water bottle. “Since when did you and Y/n start talking?”

“What’s it to you? You broke her heart” Chanelle fired back.

“She’s my best friend”

“She’s my best friend too. Don’t take it personally Yunah, I met her through Jiwoo.”

Yunah huffed and scratched her ear. “Do you like Y/n or something?”

“And why do you care?”

“Just protective of her, that’s all” Yunah shrugged that got Chanelle chuckling.

“Hey, Y/n is free to like whoever she wants. I’m just trying not to let an opportunity slide” Chanelle said and ran to the centre of the field.

The two teams got into position, Yunah and Chanelle standing by the ball, awaiting the coach’s whistle. The moment they heard the ring, the teams starting playing as the timer began.

Chanelle managed to snatch the ball from Moa and run her way down the large field, sending a big kick into the goal. She pumped her fist into the air before pointing at you.

“That’s for you, Y/n!” She yelled, sending you into a blushing mess.

“She totally likes you” Funa muttered in your ear.

“And I think I’m starting to like her too” You smiled, shaking your head at Chanelle who was now dancing to celebrate her little goal.

After a few more matches, Chanelle shot her 10th goal just before the coach blew the whistle to end the game.

“Great practice girls! Chanelle, you totally smashed it out there, very proud of you” Coach praised the half American, patting her back.

Chanelle bowed before taking her belongings and running towards you, engulfing you in another huge hug, spinning you around.

“Yah, put me down!” You laughed.

Yunah, having enough, stomped your way and yanked Chanelle away from you. “Y/n!”

“What the hell, Yunah?” You scoffed.

“Why are you talking to Chanelle? Why are you hanging out with her besides me? I’ve been texting and calling you!”

“Why does that matter to you? I just needed time off after being rejected by you!”

“I said we could still be friends!”

You sarcastically laughed at her words. “You’re making it sound like that would easily fix the hurt you caused me, you just don’t understand do you Yunah?”

“Hey, can we all calm down and talk this out like proper adults?” Chanelle stepped in the middle, placing a hand softly on Yunah’s shoulder only for it to get shoved away and a fist was thrown into her face.

“This is all your fault! If she didn’t meet you, she could still be hanging out with me!” Yunah yelled.

Chanelle got back up and tackled Yunah to the ground, sending more blows to her face.

“Chanelle stop!” Yunjin screamed, grabbing her best friend by the shoulders to fully pull her off.

You placed your palm at the centre of Chanelle’s chest. “Chanz, please. Let it go”

With a clenched jaw, Chanelle grabbed your hand and looked at Yunah one last time. “Fix yourself Yunah. I’m just trying to make Y/n happy again”

You both walked away from the field and to Chanelle’s dorm that she lived alone in. She got you to sit down on her couch while grabbing you a strawberry milk carton from her fridge. “Here. It’s an apology for what happened just then”

Accepting the beverage, you pulled Chanelle to sit next to you and lay your head on her shoulder. “You don’t need to apologise. Yunah got crazy”

“I’ve never seen her so angry. There’s no way she didn’t have feelings for you”

You shrugged. “She said she liked Minju”

“Her loss, but a win for me. I like you Y/n. Like ALOT” Chanelle said, grabbing your chin between her index and thumb.

“I think I like you too” You smiled, placing your drink onto the coffee table.

Chanelle arched a brow. “You think?”

“For a while, I’ve been hung up on Yunah and thought I’d never find anyone to move on to. After meeting you and getting close to you, I wanted to believe that I liked you because of you, not because I wanted to use you to forget about her. I’m sorry, that explanation was really bad, I’m so unsure with my words”

The taller gave that same heart twisting smile. “I hope this will help” She whispered and connected your lips softly.

You didn’t waste time in returning it, cupping the girl’s face with both hands and moving your mouths in sync. Chanelle pulled away first. “Did that work?”

“Definitely” you breathed out, leaning your foreheads together.

“I really like you Y/n”

“I really like you too, Chanz. You make me so happy”

“I’d give you the world if I could” she whispered and kissed your crown.

Your frowned when you saw the worsening bruise at the side of her eye. “Oh my god, it looks so bad”

Chanelle winced when your fingers gently brushed over it. “It’ll go away within a week. No biggie”

You rushed to grab an ice pack from her freezer and placed it over the bruise. “I’m so sorry she hit you. It’s not like Yunah”

“Is it that bad?”

You pulled the ice pack a few centimetres away to check. “It’s kinda hot actually” You said louder than intended. “Oh oops, that was supposed to stay in my mind”

Chanelle smirked and made you place the ice pack on the table. “It’s hot, is it Miss Y/n?” She taunted and made you sit on her lap.

Your face was redder than ever. It didn’t help that Chanelle was looking up at you with that stupid hot smirk of her’s. You wanted to kiss it away.

“Kiss it away then”

“I really need to stop speaking my mind” you groaned into her chest.

She brushed her fingers through your hair. “Hey Y/n, I know we kinda confessed already but I wanna ask you properly. Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Yes” you muttered into her chest, still embarrassed about what you said earlier.

“Oh come on, at least look at me when you answer”

You sat up and pouted. “I said yes”

“Yay! Y/n is finally my girlfriend~” She cutely cheered and hugged you like a plushie. “You don’t understand how happy I am”

“I’m so happy too, Chanz. Thank you”

“Aw don’t get mushy now. Let me take a shower and we can watch a movie on Netflix” She smiled at you.

“Wanna shower together?”

She dramatically gasped. “You haven’t even taken me out on a date yet!”

“What the- YOU’RE supposed to take ME out on a date! Some romantic loser you are” You scowled playfully.

“I’m kidding. Of course we can shower together!”

You rubbed her shoulders lovingly. “I don’t have spare clothes though”

“Idiot, you can use mine”

“Alright, Stinky. Let’s hit the showers”

“Don’t I get a reward for scoring all the goals tonight?” She pouted her lips at you and putting on her best puppy dog eyes.

“Ok fine” You chuckled at her cuteness and pressed your lips against her’s.

A/N: SAUR CUTE🥹🫶🏼✨

[vex91]

ILLIT Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

Noh Yunah:

Nothing yet...

Park Minju:

Nothing yet...

Sakai Moka:

Nothing yet...

Lee Wonhee:

Nothing yet...

Hokazono Iroha:

Nothing yet...

OT5:

Nothing yet...

[p4ranormaluv]

GAMER’S TECHNIQUE ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

Pairing -> Yunah x F!reader

Summary -> Yunah’s playing overwatch and not giving you enough attention

Genre -> smut, bit a’ fluff, established relationship au

Warnings -> brief masturbation, good girl kink, soft dom!Yunah, sub!reader, pillow princess!reader, praise, begging, fingering, kissing, clit/breast stim, lots of pet names

WC -> 1.5k

Note -> Remember when I said I was making a yunah work with plot? This isn’t it. This is pure smut.

“Yunaaaahh, when are you gonna be done?” You whine, sitting up against your girlfriend’s headboard as you stare at her back.

“Soon, baby.” She answers sweetly, attention completely unswaying from her computer screen.

“You’ve been playing for- like, hourrss!”

“An hour, baby. One hour.”

“That’s still too much.” You pout under your breath, slumping further against the unforgiving wood of the headboard.

“Can you not go without me for more than an hour? You still get to watch me.”

You sigh with a bit of an attitude, your hand moving to pick up your phone again. “Fine.”

“Good girl.” She sing songs innocently, but your eyes shoot up to stare at the back of her head again.

Is she actually intentionally trying to torcher you? Yunah knows how you feel about being called a ‘good girl’, and she decides to say it now? When you’re already practically begging for her attention?

You can’t figure out if she said it on purpose or not, you can’t see her face, but you have this feeling that she’s smirking to herself. Your eyes trail slowly from the back of her skull down to her hands, one on the mouse while the other tip-taps on the keyboard.

Yunah’s hands are pretty, her fingers too. She doesn’t have any acrylics on right now, her nails clean and bare. Which means…

Your phone is totally forgotten now. You need her in more ways than you previously did before, a heartbeat starting to thrum between your legs and a needy fog taking over your brain.

But what are you supposed to do when she’s still ignoring you?

“Fuck!” Yunah huffs in frustration at something in the game, and the words go straight to your pussy. A wave like reaction washes over your body, nipples hardening and thighs squeezing together.

You just can’t take it anymore.

Maybe it’s not exactly what a ‘good girl’ would do, but you shove a hand inside your shorts, fingers feather light as you barely touch your clit over your panties. Breath hitching and body twitching from just the fleeting taste of pleasure, you move until you’re completely laying down on the bed, knees bent and spread. Your pussy clenches desperately around nothing, so you allow your fingers to delve past the threshold of your underwear and press a finger inside of yourself.

Although your fingers are probably just as long as Yunah’s, they don’t feel near as good. They don’t have the same technique or pretty veins, and neither do you have the pretty face looming above you that usually accompanies them.

The realization makes a little whine leave your lips unknowingly.

“A-Angel?” Yunah’s voice resounds almost breathlessly, and you flinch, hands stilling and head lifting to look at your girlfriend through the frame of your legs. Her eyes are just as wide as yours as you stare at each other, and after a few seconds, the embarrassment catches up with you, legs pressing together and lowering to hide the hand that for some reason you still have inside your shorts.

“I-I-“ you blush, trying to find anything to say to fill the silence. But Yunah beats you to it, expression changing from shock to a proud sort of smirk.

“You really can’t be without me for that long, can you?”

“N-No! I tried to tell you.” You complain somewhat bratty, unable to hold her eye contact as you look away to the side.

“It’s okay, baby. You’re still a good girl.” She practically coos, looking down at you with a dark look in her eyes as she slowly gets up from her gaming chair and walks towards the foot of the bed. Your thighs squeeze together a bit more and your hand moves slightly, Yunah not missing the movement as she moves faster to cage your body in with hers. Her hands quickly forces your legs open (not that you don’t spread them obligingly) and she pulls your hand out of your shorts, just to tug them off completely, along with your panties.

She lets out a quiet gasp as her hand makes contact with your moist lips, fingers circling lightly around your entrance, making you whimper.

“Such a good girl.”

“Yunah,” you blush, hands going up to hide your burning cheeks.

“Don’t do that, don’t hide.” The girl hardly scolds, moving your hands away yet again and placing them on either side of your head.

She loves you like this, palms facing upwards, hair spread against the white sheets as you stare up at her. It makes you look like you’re baring yourself to her, all for her, to have and hold and play with however she wants.

And she wants to treat you very, very good tonight.

“My pretty pillow princess.” Yunah teases, because even though you know she loves it you kinda hate it while at the same time absolutely love it. And the opposing noise you let out shows that.

“C’mon now, Y/n. You know you gotta ask, baby.”

“Can’t. S’too hard.” You cry, starting to hide your face again before you stop yourself, and Yunah rewards you with a proud smile, but her fingers don’t move anymore. They stay just cupping your sex.

“I know you can do it, angel. You want my fingers in your pussy, right?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Then say that, baby. Say you need my fingers in your pussy.”

“Mmmm!” You protest, expression scrunching together unhappily. It’s always hard for you to say things out loud, at least in the beginning.

“Or I can just go back to my game-“

“No, please! Please, I need your fingers inside my pussy! I really do, Y-Yunah, please?”

“That’s my good girl.” Yunah smiles, not a moment before plunging two fingers into your entrance right away. You react with a choked sound, back curving upward as she’s already fucking you at a medium pace, not even working you up to it.

“You’re….so wet, fuck. What got you so wet, princess?”

“Y-You, you’re pretty.” You managed to get out rather innocently, eyes squeezed shut at the overwhelming pleasure that still isn’t enough. “Please- please, more, Yunnie?”

“More? More what, Y/n?”

“God, you know what, Yunah!” You cry. You know she’s intentionally avoiding touching your needy clit.

“Ooh, sorry, baby.” Yunah says as though she understands, but she wears a sneaky smile as she leans down and snakes a hand up your shirt to squeeze your breast. “This what you wanted?”

“N-No!” You struggle to say as Yunah decides to flick your nipple with her thumb right as you begin to speak.

“Hm, sorry princess. Maybe if you tell me what really got you so riled up, I’ll do what you want.” She lays the law down in such an infuriatingly hot way, like she doesn’t know that she’s being so cruel to you right now. Her pretty lips encase your other nipple that isn’t getting any attention, while her hand continues to massage and kneed at your breast.

“Your hands!” You give up rather quickly as her teeth lightly graze your bud, fingers hooking inside of you right at the perfect spot. “Look- th’look so sexy while you’re- you’re playing, ‘nd you are r-really pretty. Missed you looking at me.”

Fuck. Yunah’s not gonna lie, your adorably embarrassed voice telling her what got your pussy so wet was just watching her fingers on a keyboard and missing her ‘pretty’ face looking at you really got to her.

“Aw, my darling girl.” Yunah praises genuinely, pupils practically hearts as she leans further down to capture your lips in a kiss. Her tongue makes its way inside immediately, and she makes sure to kiss you until she’s stolen your breath away.

She finally pulls away with a wet sound to whisper in your ear, “Don’t worry, angel. I’m gonna watch you the whole time while you fall apart on my fingers.”

You gasp before moaning out, Yunah adding a third finger inside you while her thumb finally touches your clit in electrifying little circles. Her lips move down to your neck, biting and sucking marks into the most sensitive parts of your skin. Yunah is still fully clothed, so her shirt rubs at your hard nipples in a way that makes them ache so good.

All of it’s quickly becoming too much, and when Yunah starts to quicken her pace, using her technique that she knows has you seeing stars every time, you know you’re close.

“Yunnie, cum? Gotta cum, Yunnie, please?”

“Cum, princess. Cum all over my fingers.”

You obey her words, gushing from your pussy and staining her sheets and hand with your juices.

Yunah slows her pace down to not leave you feeling empty too soon, before pulling out to lay down beside you and pull you into her arms.

“You okay, my angel girl?”

“Mhm,” you hum out dreamily, face nuzzling into her chest. “Felt so good. Thank you, love.”

“Course, baby. I’m sorry for playing overwatch for so long.”

“…Wasn’t that long.” You force yourself to admit. Yunah giggles.

“Y’know, my rank in the game is silver, but I’m pretty sure I’m top when it comes to fucking you.”

“…I have no idea what that means but I know it was cringe.”

NOTE: reblog to unify the girlies! <3

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COTTON CANDY KISSES °˖✧

pairing) cat hybrid!yunah x f!reader

genre) fluff!! [minors still dni], hybrid au

contents) jealousy, movie night, cuddles, confessional kisses <3, friends to lovers

summary) you’re cuddling with a cat plushie and yunah can’t hold back her jealousy any longer after resisting it all day

wc) 900

requested! 💌

one of your long time friend’s is visiting the area, so you planned to spend the day together while she’s here. naturally, yunah (your ragdoll cat hybrid who you adopted about one year ago) came with you. she practically never leaves your side, so today wasn’t going to be any different.

except for it was, in yunah’s eyes at least.

your friend was nice. she gave yunah a smile that was just as bright as the one she gave you, despite not previously knowing each other. your friend also happened to be very pretty…and touchy. throughout the day, yunah felt like a sort of third wheel. you met up at a cafe, walked the streets with a coffee in hand while catching up, then finished the day by going to the arcade. and the entire time yunah didn’t have much or anything to add to the conversation, and although yunah can be loud, it doesn’t mean she doesn’t have trouble speaking up sometimes.

she was quiet for most of the day, but you didn’t think much of it, she was like this when meeting new people every now and then.

your friend gave you a big hug when you said goodbye and handed you the large stuffed cat she won at the arcade as a parting gift. when you finally got back home, yunah acted like her normal bubbly self again. she wasn’t upset that you hung out with your friend, but she was glad that she didn’t have to watch the two of you hang on each other’s sides or hug anymore.

“what should we do now, y/n?” the kitten asked excitedly, smokey white ears wiggling amidst jet black hair. she didn’t have anything particular she wanted to do, but she was itching for some of your attention after waiting patiently all day.

“hm, i don’t know. you’re not hungry, are you?” you checked, assuming she wouldn’t be since you ate at the arcade. yunah shakes her head, you smiling fondly at how adorable she looks all wide eyed and imploring.

“wanna watch avatar?”

the kitten bursts into a beautiful smile, nodding her head in agreement. it’s one of your go to movies when you don’t feel like scrolling through netflix, plus, it’s one of her favorites.

yunah practically bounds over to the couch your already sitting at as you lean over the coffee table to grab the remote. the girl sits down and is about to cuddle up next to you when you grab the cat plushie and snuggle it into your arms…

yunah’s chest starts to burn a little bit, eyes turning a little hard.

still, she doesn’t say anything, despite how the itch for your attention grows stronger every time you hug that stupid stuffed cat a little closer.

even as you’re ten minutes into the movie, yunah can’t stop taking glances at you and the plushie. it’s all white, coincidentally similar to yunah’s fur aside from the smokey gray on the tips of her ears and tail. it’s eyes are literal black circles on it’s face, a simple ‘w’ shaped smile the only other design choice they made. she thinks it’s ugly- is what she’s trying to say. and she doesn’t understand why you’d rather want to cuddle that potato shaped thing rather than her.

“yu, what’s wrong?” you ask, noticing how she’s had a glare in her eyes for the past few minutes. “you’re not even watching the movie.”

yunah hardly has the chance to be embarrassed at how you’ve caught her, because you press your chin into the soft material of the plushie in the next second, looking up at her with pretty eyes and pouting lips that brush the ears of the fake cat.

and she decides she won’t share you anymore.

in the span of what feels like seconds to you, yunah grabs the cat and flings it off your lap, quickly replacing the absence in your arms with her body.

straddling your thighs and wrapping her arms around your neck, yunah takes a breath before leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss to your perfect lips. you taste like sugar, the cotton candy you had at the arcade still lingering on your mouth. your hands move to press gently into her slim waist, and yunah smiles into the kiss, leaning away a moment later.

“only cuddle me from now on, okay? i’m way better than that stupid stuffed animal.”

you giggle despite the shock of the moment making your brain a bit slow to process. yunah’s eyes eclipse to beautiful crescents, leaning in once more to nuzzle your noses together. your arms move more confidently now, wrapping around her body completely.

“okay, okay. i promise….can i have another kiss now?” you ask with warming cheeks, and it’s yunah’s turn to laugh.

“you can have as many as you want, cutie.” she assures, leaning in to connect with your lips again.

she wants to keep going until she can’t taste cotton candy anymore, and all there is left is you.

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𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔩 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢

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I LIKE MY GIRLS JUST LIKE I LIKE MY HONEY

pairing) yunah x f!reader genre) fluff contents) established relationship, yunah taking care of sick!reader wc) like 700 | requested!

you wake up to 𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓱’𝒔 hands cupping your face, thumbs rubbing against your cheeks. you try to speak, but all that comes out is a cough that leaves your throat sore and scratchy.

“you feel too warm, baby.” 𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓱 worries aloud, eyes concerned as she looks down at you. “your throat hurt too?”

“yeah.” you croak out, wincing at the pain in your throat and how gross you sound.

“here, lemme check your temperature.”

you expect 𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓱 to get up out of bed and get the thermometer, but instead she leans over and presses her lips to your forehead. your cheeks heat up at the unexpected action, and when 𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓱 pulls back, she smirks, knowing your blush isn’t from sickness.

“you have a fever.” she confirms, causing you to groan tiredly as you rub at your eyes.

“noooo, i don’ wanna.” you whine, 𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓱 cooing in a way that sounds understanding and slightly teasing.

“i know pretty girl, don’t worry. i’ll take care of you and get you some medicine. are you hungry?”

“…yeah.” you confess, giving her your best puppy eyes.

𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓱 laughs.

“okay, okay! you know you don’t have to beg me, baby. i already said i’d take care of you.”

“okay…thank you…n- not anything too heavy please.”

“course, y/nie. i’ll try to be fast, okay?”

“okay, 𝔂𝓾.”

𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓱 wants to kiss your tired little smile, but she stops herself, knowing you’re sick.

10-ish minutes later and 𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓱 comes back into the bedroom with a bowl of noodle soup in her hands. she positions your pillows and helps you sit up, before bringing the spoon towards your lips.

“be careful, i tried to cool it down some but it could still be too hot.”

“𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓱, you know i’m not deathly ill, right? i can still feed myself.” you giggle, a cough following right after as you rush to cover your mouth.

“see! what if that happened while you were holding this pipping hot bowl of soup! you could have dropped it and we’d both be burned!” she scolds dramatically, leaning away from you as you finally stop your mini coughing fit.

“okay, fine. just feed me, please.”

“that’s what i thought.” she smirks, lifting the spoon into your mouth.

the both of you continue this until you’re full, the bowl of soup nearly empty at this point.

you’re suddenly overly aware of your unbrushed teeth, bed head, and how nasty you probably look while sick. and right as you’re having these thoughts, 𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓱 is staring fondly into your eyes and brushing your baby hairs off of your forehead.

“no~, don’t look at me!” you whine, moving her hand and throwing your arm over your face.

“huh? why?” 𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓱 laughs, trying to remove your arm out of the way from seeing you, which isn’t hard with how weak you are.

“because i sound and probably look like the jim carrey grinch while you’re sitting here looking absolutely breath taking.” you pout in defeat.

𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓱 shakes her head in disbelief, a smile still on her face as she explains softly to you. “that’s not true at all. it’s only been an hour since we got up and i’ve already had to stop myself from kissing you multiple times.”

“really?”

“really, baby.”

your heart flutters, unable to resist the urge of wrapping your arms around 𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓱 and cuddling her into a hug.

a few moments of silence passes as she traces shapes into your back with her nails, sending relaxed chills up your spine, until she speaks again.

“i won’t lie though, your breath does smell kinda awful.”

“mean~!”

𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓱 giggles, standing up to help you out of the bed. “it’s okay, baby. i can help you brush your teeth and freshen up too, then we can watch a movie.”

“will you make a snack for the movie?” you beg again, looking up at her with big eyes.

“yes, baby. i will just for you.”

“i love you.” you whisper, standing to your feet with the help of 𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓱 holding your hands.

“i love you too, y/n.”

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