#seulgi x reader

[jupiterpilgrim]

The Secret Folders - Or Surprisingly Exposed

Seulgi x Male Reader

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The horror movie flickers across the TV screen, casting dancing shadows around Seulgi's dimly lit living room. But you can barely focus on the generic slasher plot - not with her sitting so close beside you on the plush leather couch. Your best friend since college is wearing those damn gray pajama pants again, the ones that hug every curve of her toned legs and petite frame. Combined with a loose t-shirt that's always sliding off her shoulder, giving a glimpse of her collarbone; she's the perfect mix of casual comfort and unintentional sexiness that's been driving you insane lately.

"Earth to spacehead," Seulgi says with a playful nudge, breaking you from your wandering thoughts. "That's like the third time you've jumped at absolutely nothing. The movie's not even at a scary part yet."

You force what you hope is a casual laugh, hyper-aware of how her half-bare shoulder brushes against yours as she shifts position. "Just tired I guess. Long week at work and all that."

"Bullshit," she counters with that knowing half-smirk that makes your stomach do backflips. "I've seen you marathon horror movies until 4 AM after double shifts. Try again."

"Maybe I'm just getting old and jumpy?" You attempt deflection, but your voice comes out higher than intended.

Seulgi pauses the movie mid-scene, turning to face you fully with her legs tucked under her.

"Or maybe," she draws out the words slowly, dark eyes studying your expression, "you're distracted by something else entirely. Or should I say... someone?"

Your heart rate kicks up several notches. There's a glint in her eye that you've never seen before - something predatory and knowing that makes your mouth go dry. "W-what do you mean?"

"Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean." She leans in slightly, her vanilla-scented shampoo filling your senses. "See, the other day when I borrowed your laptop to print those work documents? I may have accidentally stumbled across some... interesting folders."

The blood drains from your face as realization hits.

Fuck.

Those folders.

The ones you thought were safely buried in obscure subfolders with innocuous names. The ones filled with carefully edited split-screen videos - porn on one side, usually featuring petite Asian women who looked just like...

"Your face is doing that thing it does when you're panicking," Seulgi observes, seeming almost amused by your deer-in-headlights expression. "The same look you had that time we almost got caught sneaking into the campus pool senior year."

You open your mouth to speak but no words come out. How do you explain away folders full of porn videos meticulously edited to display alongside photos of your best friend? There's no platonic explanation for that level of obsession.

"I have to say," she continues casually, as if discussing the movie rather than your darkest secret, "I'm a little hurt you didn't just tell me you were into me. We've been friends for what, six years now? That's a long time to keep those kinds of feelings bottled up."

"Seulgi, I..." you start, then falter. "I never wanted to mess up our friendship. You mean too much to me to risk that. And I know those folders were fucked up. I promise I'll delete everything! I'm so sorry you had to see that-"

"Shh." She presses a finger to your lips, effectively silencing your rambling apology. "I'm not finished. Because while I was surprised to find those folders... What surprised me more was realizing how much they turned me on. Damn, I didn't know you were such a dirty boy."

Your brain short-circuits at her words, unable to process this turn of events. Seulgi takes advantage of your stunned silence to slide closer.

"Want to know a secret?" she whispers, her lips barely an inch from your ear. "I've thought about you too. All those times we've had sleepovers, sharing my bed... I'd lie awake wondering what would happen if I just rolled over and kissed you. If I told you how wet I get when you look at me with those hungry eyes you think I don't notice."

"Fuck," you breathe out shakily as her hand lands on your thigh, fingertips tracing idle patterns through your sweatpants. "Is this really happening?"

"That depends," she replies with mock thoughtfulness. "Do you want it to be happening? Because I saw those videos you like... all those pretty Asian girls taking it up the ass... is that what you want to do to me? Do you want me to be your anal princess?"

Your grip on the couch cushion tightens as arousal shoots through you at her blunt words. Hearing your best friend talk like this is driving you crazy.

"Don't worry, I always wanted this too," she continues, voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Do you remember all those times I'd sit in your lap for no reason? When I'd 'accidentally' grind against you while reaching for something?" She grins wickedly. "That wasn't accidental at all. I've been trying to make you hard for months."

Your mind races back through countless moments - Seulgi plopping down on your lap during movie nights, wiggling her tight little ass against your crotch as she "got comfortable." How many times had you gone home afterward to jerk off thinking about it?

"I could feel it, you know," she continues, her voice dropping lower. "How hard you'd get. Sometimes I could even feel your cock twitch through your pants. It made me so wet knowing I was affecting you like that."

You groan, unable to help yourself. "Fuck, Seulgi..."

"And you know what really got me hot?" She leans in close, her lips brushing your ear. "Sometimes I could feel your cock right against my asshole through our clothes. The way it would press right there... god, it made me want to just pull my pants down and let you fuck my ass right then and there."

Your cock is straining painfully against your jeans now as Seulgi's dirty confession pours out. She notices, of course, and presses her palm firmly against your bulge.

"You still haven't answered me: all those videos you picked - they were all anal scenes. Is that what you think about? Fucking my tight little ass?"

Unable to form words, you just nod. Seulgi's hand squeezes your cock through your pants.

"Tell me," she demands. "I want to hear you say it."

Swallowing hard, you force yourself to meet her intense gaze. "Yes. Fuck yes! I think about your ass all the time. Every time you wear that fucking leggings, I can see every curve, how tight and perfect it is. I go home and jerk off thinking about spreading those cheeks and burying my cock in your ass."

Seulgi moans, grinding the heel of her hand against your erection. "Keep going. Tell me more."

The dam breaks and all your pent-up fantasies come pouring out. "I think about eating your ass first, getting it nice and wet with my tongue. Spreading you open and licking you until you're begging for my cock. Then sliding into that tight hole inch by inch while you take it all..."

"Fuck," Seulgi gasps, her free hand sliding between her own legs. "I knew we had a connection. Want to know a secret?"

You nod eagerly, hypnotized by the way she's rubbing herself through her pants.

"I have toys," she confesses. "Butt plugs, dildos... I use them in my ass almost every night thinking about you. Imagining it's your thick cock stretching me open instead."

That confession breaks the last of your restraint. With a growl, you grab Seulgi and pull her into your lap, crushing your lips together in a desperate kiss. She responds immediately, grinding her ass against your cock as her tongue invades your mouth.

You grab her firm ass with both hands, squeezing and spreading the cheeks through the fabric. Seulgi moans into your mouth, rolling her hips to create more friction.

"Bedroom," she pants, breaking the kiss. "Now. I need you to fuck my ass properly."

You don't need to be told twice. Standing up with Seulgi still wrapped around you, you carry her down the hall to her room, hands firmly gripping her ass the whole way. She attacks your neck with kisses and little bites that make your cock throb.

Once in her bedroom, you toss her onto the bed and she bounces with a giggle that quickly turns into a moan as you grab the waistband of her pajama pants and yank them down. Her tiny black thong comes with them, leaving her lower half completely exposed.

"Fuck, look at that ass," you breathe, taking in the sight of her small, perfectly round cheeks. You've imagined this view countless times, but reality is so much better.

Seulgi wiggles her hips teasingly. "Touch it. I've been waiting so long to feel your hands on me."

You don't hesitate, climbing onto the bed and running your palms over the smooth globes of her ass. Her skin is incredibly soft and warm under your touch. You squeeze and knead the firm flesh, spreading her cheeks to reveal her tight pink hole.

"God, it's perfect," you groan, rubbing your thumb over her puckered entrance. Seulgi pushes back against the touch with a whimper.

"Taste it," she demands, arching her back to present herself better. "I want to feel your tongue in my ass."

You dive in eagerly, spreading her cheeks wide and dragging your tongue from her dripping pussy up to her asshole. Seulgi cries out, pushing back against your face as you circle her rim with firm licks.

"Yes, fuck, just like that," she moans. "Get my ass nice and wet for your cock."

You alternate between broad licks and pointed jabs with your tongue, gradually working the tip past her tight ring of muscle. Seulgi's whole body shudders as you tongue-fuck her ass, her pussy dripping onto the sheets below.

"More," she begs. "Stick your tongue in deeper. Get me ready for that thick cock."

You redouble your efforts, gripping her ass cheeks hard enough to leave marks as you bury your face between them. Your tongue pushes deeper into her hot channel while your nose presses against her taint. The musky, intimate taste of her ass only makes you harder.

Seulgi reaches back and spreads herself even wider for you. "That's it, eat my fucking ass. God, I've dreamed about this so many times."

You pull back just enough to spit directly onto her hole, watching it clench and relax. "Me too. Every time you sat on my lap, I wanted to bend you over and tongue-fuck this perfect little ass."

"I knew it," she pants. "I could feel how hard you'd get. Sometimes I'd grind back extra hard just to feel your cock pressing against my asshole through our clothes."

You press your thumb against her spit-slicked entrance, watching it slowly sink in to the first knuckle. Seulgi moans and pushes back, taking it deeper.

"Look how eager your ass is," you tease, working your thumb in and out. "Such a greedy little hole."

"Only for you," she gasps. "I've been saving my ass for your cock. Now stop teasing and fuck me already."

But you're not done exploring yet. You've fantasized about this too long to rush it. Pulling your thumb out, you replace it with two fingers, slowly working them into her tight channel.

"Fuck yes," Seulgi hisses. "Stretch me open. Get me ready for that big dick."

You pump your fingers steadily in and out of her ass, watching in fascination as her hole grips and releases them. Your other hand slides around to find her clit, rubbing the swollen nub in time with your thrusts.

"Oh god," she moans, rocking between your fingers. "That feels so fucking good. Add another finger, please. I want to be nice and loose for you."

You comply, working a third digit into her stretched hole. Seulgi's back arches beautifully as she takes it, a long moan escaping her lips.

"Such a good girl, taking it so well," you praise, scissoring your fingers to open her up more. "I can't wait to feel this tight ass wrapped around my cock."

"Please," she whimpers. "I need it. Need your cock in my ass so bad."

You continue finger-fucking her ass while your other hand works her clit, building her up slowly. Seulgi's moans get higher and more desperate as she approaches orgasm.

"That's it," you encourage. "Cum for me. Cum with my fingers in your ass."

Seulgi's whole body tenses as she crashes over the edge, her ass clenching rhythmically around your fingers as she cums. You work her through it, only stopping when she collapses bonelessly onto the bed.

"Holy fuck," she pants, looking back at you with glazed eyes. "That was so good."

You slowly withdraw your fingers, admiring how her hole stays slightly open. "Just wait until you feel my cock in there."

"Yes please," she purrs, rolling onto her back. "But first, get naked. I want to see what I've been missing."

You quickly strip off your clothes, your cock springing free rock hard and leaking. Seulgi's eyes go wide as she takes in your size.

"Fuck, you're bigger than my toys," she says appreciatively. "No wonder I could feel you so well through your pants."

She sits up and pulls her t-shirt off, revealing small, perky breasts with hard nipples. Your mouth waters at the sight of her toned body, tight abs leading down to her bare pussy.

"Come here," she beckons, reaching for your cock. "Let me get you nice and wet first."

You move closer and Seulgi wraps her small hand around your shaft, stroking slowly. Pre-cum leaks from the tip and she uses it to lubricate her movements.

"I've wanted to touch your cock for so long," she admits, leaning in to lick a stripe up the underside. "Every time I felt it getting hard under me, I wanted to pull it out and suck it."

Her tongue swirls around the head before she takes you into her mouth. You groan as she sucks you deeper, her hand working what doesn't fit.

"Fuck, your mouth feels amazing," you pant, threading your fingers through her hair.

Seulgi hums around your cock, the vibrations making your legs shake. She works you expertly, alternating between deep throat attempts and focusing on the sensitive head.

After a few minutes of this heavenly torture, you have to stop her. "Wait, I don't want to cum yet. I want to save it for your ass."

She releases you after a long suck on the tip. "Mmm, yes please. I want you to cum deep in my ass."

Seulgi rolls over onto her hands and knees, presenting her ass to you once again. "I need your cock in my ass so bad, babe. The lube is on the nightstand."

You grab the bottle and drizzle it generously over her hole and your cock. Using your fingers, you work it into her ass, making sure she's well-prepared.

"Ready?" you ask, lining yourself up with her entrance.

"God yes," she moans. "Fill my ass with that big cock."

You press forward slowly, watching the head of your cock stretch her tight ring of muscle. Seulgi whimpers as you breach her, her hands fisting in the sheets.

"You okay?" you check, pausing to let her adjust.

"Yes, don't stop," she pants. "Keep going. I want all of it."

You continue pushing forward inch by inch, groaning at the incredible tightness of her ass. Seulgi rocks back slightly, helping to work you deeper.

"Fuck, you're so big," she gasps. "My ass feels so full."

Finally, you bottom out, your hips pressed flush against her ass cheeks. You both moan at the sensation of being completely joined.

"How does it feel?" you ask, running your hands over her back.

"Amazing," she breathes. "Better than I ever imagined. Start moving, please. I need you to fuck my ass."

You pull back slowly until just the head remains inside, then push back in at the same pace. Seulgi's ass grips you like a vice, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"God, your ass is perfect," you groan, establishing a steady rhythm. "So fucking tight around my cock."

"Yes, fuck my ass," she moans. "Use my tight little hole. I've been saving it just for you."

You gradually increase your pace, watching in fascination as her ass swallows your cock over and over. The sight of your shaft disappearing into her stretched hole is hypnotic.

Seulgi reaches between her legs to play with her clit as you fuck her ass. "Harder," she demands. "I can take it. I want you to really fuck me."

You grip her hips tighter and start pounding into her ass with more force. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with both of your moans and gasps.

"Yes, just like that," she cries. "Fuck my ass hard. Make me your anal whore."

Her dirty talk spurs you on and you slam into her even harder, watching her small body jolt with each thrust. Your balls slap against her pussy, adding to the obscene symphony of sounds.

"You like that?" you growl, spanking her ass cheek. "Like having your tight little ass stretched around my cock?"

"God yes," she pants. "I love it. Love feeling you so deep in my ass. Don't stop, please don't stop!"

You can feel her getting close again, her ass clenching rhythmically around your cock as she works her clit faster. The extra tightness is bringing you closer to the edge too.

"Gonna cum soon," you warn, your thrusts becoming more erratic.

"Inside," she begs. "Cum in my ass! Fill me up with your hot load."

The combination of her words and her tight ass proves too much. With a final deep thrust, you explode inside her, painting her walls with rope after rope of cum. The feeling of being filled triggers Seulgi's own orgasm and she screams your name as she cums hard around your cock.

You continue pumping slowly, working both of you through your climaxes until you're completely spent. It's when you collapse forward, careful not to crush her smaller frame. Both of you pant heavily as you come down from your respective highs.

"Stay inside me," she murmurs when you start to pull out. "I want to feel your cum in my ass as long as possible."

You comply, remaining buried in her stretched hole as it continues to pulse around your softening cock.

"Fuck, that's hot," you groan, bringing your face closer to kiss her neck. Her tight hole squeezes you and you can feel your cum starting to leak out around your shaft.

"I can't believe we finally did this," Seulgi says softly, turning her head to look at you with those beautiful eyes that always drive you crazy. "I've wanted you for so long..."

"Really?" you ask, genuinely surprised. "I had no idea. I mean, I've always been attracted to you too but I figured I wasn't your type."

She lets out a little laugh. "Are you kidding? You're exactly my type. I've been fantasizing about you fucking me like this for years." She rolls her hips slightly, making you both moan as your semi-hard cock shifts inside her cum-filled ass.

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" you ask, running your hands up and down her smooth back.

"Same reason as you probably - didn't want to risk ruining our friendship," she admits. "Plus I wasn't sure if you saw me that way. I mean, you were always so shy, never showing any obvious interest, despite your glances at me... It was hard to decipher what you really wanted."

"Well, now you know what I really want. Do you know how many times I've jerked off thinking about that perfect little ass of yours?" You give her ass cheeks a squeeze for emphasis. "Or those cute little tits? Or those fucking gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock?"

Seulgi moans softly at your words, her ass clenching around you again. "Mmm tell me more... What else did you think about doing to me?"

You can feel your dick starting to harden again inside her as you continue: "Fuck, everything. Bending you over every surface in my apartment. Watching you bounce on my cock. Filling all your tight little holes with cum. The way you'd look with my dick stretching out that pretty mouth..."

"God yes," she whimpers, beginning to slowly grind against you. Your cock is definitely getting hard again now, making her gasp as it swells inside her ass. "I used to imagine you just grabbing me one day and taking what you wanted. Pushing me up against a wall and shoving your big cock inside me..."

"Yeah? You wanted me to just use you like a little fucktoy?"

"Yes! Fuck yes," she confesses. "I wanted you to treat me like your personal cumslut. Make me take that fat cock however you wanted..."

Your dick is fully hard again now, throbbing inside her cum-filled ass. You can feel your previous load still leaking out around your shaft as she continues grinding against you.

"Well now we can make up for lost time," you tell Seulgi as you pull out of her slowly, laying on your back on the bed as you pull her on top of you. "I'm going to fuck this tight little ass whenever I want now. Fill you up with load after load of cum..."

"Promise?" she asks breathlessly, grabbing your cock in her hand as she slowly reinserts it into her ass, sitting on top of you. The new angle lets you fully appreciate her perfect petite body - those perky tits, flat stomach, and that incredible ass currently impaled on your shaft.

"Fuck yes I promise. But now I want to see your perfect little body riding my cock..." You grab her hips and thrust up into her, making her cry out in pleasure.

"Oh god! Yes! Let me ride you," Seulgi purrs. She starts rolling her hips experimentally, getting used to the feeling of controlling the penetration. Your previous load of cum makes obscene wet sounds as she moves, some of it leaking out around your cock and dripping onto your balls. The sight of your thick shaft disappearing into her tight little hole is fucking mesmerizing.

"Fuck, you look so hot like this," you groan, gripping her slim hips. Her ass clenches around you at the compliment, making you both moan.

"Yeah? You like watching me bounce on your big cock?" she asks breathlessly, starting to lift herself up and down properly now. The way she moves is absolutely perfect - she clearly knows exactly what she wants and how to get it.

"God yes, love watching this tight little ass take my cock," you tell her, giving her ass cheeks a squeeze. "Such a perfect little slut, riding me like you were made for it..."

Seulgi throws her head back and really starts going for it, bouncing enthusiastically on your dick. Her small tits bounce with the movement and you reach up to pinch her hard nipples, making her cry out in pleasure. The wet sounds of your cum squelching around your shaft get even louder as she picks up speed.

"Fuck! Your cock feels so good in my ass," she pants, grinding down hard against you. "Love feeling it stretch me open... Love having your cum inside me..."

You thrust up to meet her movements, driving your cock deeper into her tight hole. The way she's riding you is absolutely incredible - her ass is still gripping your shaft like a vice even after taking your first load. Every time she drops down, taking you balls deep, she lets out these perfect little whimpers that drive you crazy.

"That's it baby, ride that cock," you encourage her, running your hands up her sides to cup her tits. "Show me how badly you've wanted this..."

"Wanted it so bad," she moans, bouncing faster. "Dreamed about riding your big cock like this... Feeling you stretch my tight little ass..."

Her dirty talk spurs you on and you start thrusting up harder, making her cry out with each deep stroke. The sight of your shaft disappearing into her perfect ass over and over, still slick with your previous load, is absolutely incredible. Some of your cum is leaking out around your cock, running down onto your balls in thick white streams.

"Such a perfect little anal slut," you growl, squeezing her tits roughly. "Taking my cock so well, begging for more... Were you always this much of a cumslut or is it just for me?"

"Just for you," she gasps, grinding down hard. "Never wanted anyone else like this... Never begged for anyone else's cum..."

Her words make your cock throb inside her and you start really pounding up into her tight hole. The way she's moving her hips is absolutely perfect, grinding down to take you as deep as possible before lifting up until just the tip remains inside her. Her ass clenches around you each time she rises up, like she doesn't want to let your cock go.

"Fuck yes, ride that dick," you encourage her, gripping her hips tightly. "Show me how badly you want another load in this tight little ass..."

"Want it so bad," she moans, bouncing frantically now. "Want you to fill me up again... Want even more of your hot cum deep inside me..."

The sight of her riding you like this is absolutely incredible. Her perfect little body bouncing on your cock, her tight ass gripping and milking your shaft, the way your previous load is leaking out around your cock - it's all driving you crazy with lust.

"Gonna fill this tight hole up again," you grunt, squeezing her ass roughly. "Paint your insides white with another huge load..."

"Yes! Please cum in my ass again," she begs, grinding down hard. "Want to feel you pump me full... Want your hot cum deep inside me..."

You can feel your orgasm building as she continues riding you frantically, her tight hole milking your cock perfectly.

"Fuck, I'm close," you warn her, gripping her hips tightly. "Gonna fill this perfect little ass up again..."

"Do it! Cum inside me," she moans, grinding down hard. "Fill me up, mark me as yours..."

A few more bounces and you're there, groaning loudly as you start pumping another huge load deep in her ass. Seulgi cries out and clenches around you, her own orgasm hitting as she feels your hot cum flooding her insides.

"Oh god, yes! I can feel it," she gasps, grinding against you as you continue spurting inside her. "So much cum... Filling me up so good..."

You thrust up a few more times, making sure to deposit every drop of cum as deep as possible in her tight hole. When you're finally spent, she collapses forward onto your chest, her sweat-slick skin sliding against yours, both of you breathing heavily as your softening cock remains buried in her thoroughly fucked and cum-filled ass.

"That was fucking incredible," you pant, running your hands up and down her back.

"Mmm it really was," she agrees, nuzzling against your neck. "Best night ever. We definitely need to do this again. Like, a lot."

"Oh we will," you assure her with a grin. "I meant what I said - I'm going to use this perfect little ass whenever I want now. You’re mine. Officially. No take-backs.”

Her grin softens into something more genuine, and she cups your face, her thumb brushing over your cheek. “So we’re doing this? Like, actually doing this?”

“Hell yes, we are,” you reply without hesitation. “We’ve wasted enough time pretending we didn’t want this. And now that I know how good we are together, you really think I’m letting you go?”

She pulls you into a kiss, slow and deep. “Good. Because I don’t want to go anywhere. I'm stuck with you now.”

“Stuck with me?” you repeat, smirking. “Babe, I'm the one who'll have to deal with your insane ass from now on. If anyone’s ‘stuck,’ it’s me.”

“Oh, please,” she fires back, rolling her eyes. “You love my insane ass.”

“Damn right, I do,” you say, sliding a hand down to squeeze it for emphasis. “And I plan on showing you just how much, every chance I get.”

She laughs, wrapping her arms around your neck. “God, we’re so screwed up. Who the hell starts a relationship like this?”

You shrug, leaning down to kiss her again. “Us, apparently. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The two of you stay tangled up in each other, talking and teasing until the conversation drifts back to the years of near-misses and unspoken feelings. It’s all out in the open now, and for the first time, it feels like everything’s exactly where it’s supposed to be.

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You slowly open your eyes, still groggy from last night's intense activities. The morning sunlight filters through the curtains of Seulgi's bedroom, casting a warm glow across the messy sheets. Your naked body feels pleasantly sore as memories from yesterday flood back - how your petite best friend discovered those edited porn videos you made of her, and instead of getting pissed off, she got turned on. Who would've thought sweet little Seulgi was such a dirty girl?

The bed beside you is empty but still warm. You stretch lazily, enjoying the lingering scent of sex in the air mixed with her perfume. Your morning wood is already throbbing as you replay highlights from last night - Seulgi's tight little ass bouncing on your cock, her moans when you ate her holes, the way she begged for more...

The bedroom door opens and there she is - your best friend in all her sweaty glory. She's wearing a sports bra that shows off her perky tits and skin-tight leggings that hug every curve. Her skin glistens with perspiration, loose strands of hair sticking to her flushed face. Your cock instantly gets even harder.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Seulgi chirps, grabbing a towel to wipe her face. "Hope you don't mind, I always do my morning workout. Gotta keep this body tight, you know?" She strikes a playful pose.

"Fuck, you look incredible all sweaty like that," you growl, drinking in her athletic form. The way those leggings cling to her ass should be illegal. "Your body is fucking perfect."

She bites her lip, clearly pleased by the compliment. "Mmm, someone slept well I see," she says, eyeing your obvious erection beneath the sheets. "Still naked under there?"

"Want to come find out for yourself?"

"Actually..." Seulgi's eyes gleam with mischief. "I could use some extra cardio. Work up even more of a sweat..."

You throw back the sheets, exposing your rock-hard cock. "Get that sexy ass over here then."

Seulgi saunters toward the bed, her hips swaying. The musky scent of her post-workout sweat hits your nostrils and makes your mouth water. When she gets close enough, you grab her wrist and pull her down on top of you.

"Mmm, someone's eager," she giggles, grinding against your erection through her leggings.

You bury your face in her neck, inhaling deeply. The salty tang of her sweat mixed with her natural scent is intoxicating. Your tongue darts out to taste her glistening skin, trailing up to her ear.

"Fuck, you taste so good all sweaty," you growl. "I want to lick every inch of you."

Seulgi moans as you suck and nibble at her neck, leaving marks. Your hands roam over her toned body, squeezing her ass through those sinfully tight leggings. You've fantasized about her in workout clothes so many times, and now you finally get to live it out.

Your mouths crash together in a heated kiss. She tastes like mint - must have brushed her teeth before working out. Your tongues battle for dominance as you grind against each other. One hand slides up under her sports bra to pinch a hard nipple.

"These fucking leggings," you groan between kisses. "Do you know how many times I've jerked off thinking about ripping them open and fucking you in them?"

"Show me," she purrs. "Make those dirty fantasies real."

You don't need to be told twice. Gripping the fabric between her legs, you tear a hole right over her pussy and ass. The sound of ripping material fills the room as Seulgi gasps.

"Fuck yes, ruin them," she moans. "I love how fucking nasty you are."

You run your fingers over her exposed holes. Her pussy is already dripping wet, her asshole still slightly gaped from last night's pounding.

"I gotta admit, I'm gonna miss these leggings," Seulgi whines, but her pussy visibly clenches at the dominant display.

"I'll buy you new ones," you reply, tearing the hole wider until it extends from her lower back to her upper thighs. The torn edges frame her holes perfectly. "Now get to work on my cock while I eat this pretty pussy.”

She straddles your face in reverse, giving you a perfect view of her holes as she wraps her lips around your throbbing shaft. You groan at the wet heat enveloping your cock, the vibrations making her moan around you.

You spread her ass cheeks wide, admiring how her holes glisten with arousal. Her pussy is swollen and pink, cream already gathering at her entrance. Her tight asshole clenches invitingly.

"Such a pretty view," you murmur before diving in, dragging your tongue from her clit all the way up to her asshole. She shudders and moans around your cock, taking you deeper.

You alternate between broad licks through her folds and targeted flicks against her clit, gathering her tangy juices on your tongue. Her thighs start trembling as you suck her sensitive nub, her own oral efforts becoming sloppier as pleasure overtakes her.

"Mmmph!" she gags slightly as you thrust up into her throat, your hands gripping her ass to hold her in place. Tears gather in her eyes but she doesn't pull away, relaxing her throat to take you deeper.

You release her clit with a wet pop. "Good girl, taking my cock so deep while I eat this pussy." You punctuate your words by spearing your tongue into her dripping hole, tasting her deepest parts.

Her hips start grinding against your face as you tongue-fuck her, smearing her juices all over your chin. The torn leggings frame the erotic sight perfectly, the ripped edges emphasizing how thoroughly you're debauching her.

You pull back slightly to admire your work - her pussy is even more swollen now, her inner lips puffy and glistening. Her clit stands out prominently, begging for more attention. Above, her asshole clenches rhythmically, practically begging to be played with.

You drag your tongue up to circle her puckered entrance. Seulgi's whole body jerks at the contact, a muffled moan vibrating around your cock.

"Your ass is perfect," you murmur against her skin before diving back in, circling her rim with firm pressure. Her resistance melts away as you continue the rimming, replaced by breathy moans and hip rolls against your face.

You alternate between her holes - tongue-fucking her pussy until she's dripping, then moving up to tease her ass until it's quivering. Her own oral efforts match your intensity, her throat muscles massaging your cock as she deep throats you.

"Such a dirty girl," you growl between licks. "Getting your ass eaten while deepthroating cock... I bet you were planning this when you invited me to watch a fucking horror movie yesterday.”

She pulls off your cock with a gasp. "And it worked so we- Oh fuck, don't stop... feels so good..." She immediately swallows you back down, sucking with renewed vigor.

You focus your attention on her asshole, pointing your tongue to breach the tight ring of muscle. She practically squeals around your cock as you tongue-fuck her ass, her thighs shaking uncontrollably.

Her pussy is dripping steadily now, cream coating your chin and neck. You reach up to gather some on your fingers, using it to lubricate her asshole as you continue eating it. One finger slides in easily alongside your tongue, making her whole body jerk.

"Gonna make you cum just from eating your ass," you promise, working a second finger into her tight hole while your tongue continues circling the rim. Your other hand moves to her clit, rubbing quick circles on the swollen nub.

She's barely sucking your cock anymore, just holding it in her mouth as she pants and moans. Her hips rock desperately between your fingers and tongue, chasing her release.

"That's it baby, ride my face," you encourage, curling your fingers inside her ass while flicking her clit rapidly. "Want to feel you cum all over my chin..."

Her inner muscles start fluttering around your fingers as her orgasm approaches. You double down on your efforts, tongue and fingers working in harmony to push her over the edge.

She pulls off your cock with a cry as she starts cumming, her whole body convulsing. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuck!" Her pussy gushes, coating your chin and neck with cream as her ass clenches rhythmically around your fingers.

You work her through it until she's whimpering from oversensitivity, then slowly withdraw your fingers. Her holes clench around empty air, still quivering from the intense orgasm.

"I-I n-need your cock in my pussy," she pants. "You didn't even fuck it last night because you were so focused on my ass. Time to make up for that."

You give her holes one last long lick before letting her climb off your face. Seulgi turns around and straddles your hips, rubbing her dripping pussy along your shaft.

"Watch how easily your big cock stretches my little hole," she purrs, positioning you at her entrance.

You groan as she sinks down, taking you balls deep in one smooth motion. Her pussy grips you like a vice, so hot and wet around your throbbing member.

"Fuck, you're so tight," you growl, gripping her hips. "Ride that cock, baby. Show me how bad you want it."

Seulgi starts bouncing on your shaft, her perky tits bouncing in the sports bra. Sweat drips down her toned stomach as she works herself on your cock. You reach up to pinch her nipples through the fabric, making her clench around you.

"Your pussy feels amazing," you moan. "So fucking wet for me."

She speeds up her movements, slamming down to take you as deep as possible. Her pussy makes obscene squelching sounds as your cock pistons in and out of her soaking hole.

You thrust up to meet her bounces, making her cry out each time you bottom out. Her pussy cream coats your shaft and balls, making everything deliciously slick. You can feel her inner walls fluttering as she gets close to cumming again.

"Play with your clit," you command. "I want to feel you cum all over my cock."

Seulgi reaches down to rub her swollen nub while continuing to ride you. Her movements become more erratic as pleasure builds. You grab her ass cheeks, spreading them wide and teasing her rim with your thumb.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum on your cock!" she screams. Her pussy clamps down on your shaft as her orgasm hits. You keep thrusting through her climax, prolonging the waves of pleasure.

When her spasms subside, you pull out of her drenched hole. Your cock is coated in her cream, making it perfect for what comes next.

"Get on your hands and knees," you growl. "Time to stuff that tight little ass again."

Seulgi quickly assumes the position, arching her back to present her ass, the torn leggings frame her still-twitching holes perfectly. Her pussy is still pulsing from her orgasm, cream dripping down her thighs. Her asshole winks invitingly, already loosened from your fingers and last night's fucking.

You kneel behind her and rub your slick cock between her cheeks, teasing both holes. "You want my cock in your ass, don't you? Such a dirty girl, getting off on having both holes used."

"Please," she moans, pushing back against you. "Fuck my ass! I need it so bad!"

You press your cockhead against her tight rim, watching it slowly stretch around you. Despite being fucked there just hours ago, she's still deliciously tight. You grab her hips and steadily push forward until you're balls deep in her ass.

"Fuck yes," Seulgi pants. "Your cock feels so good stretching my ass!"

You start with slow, deep strokes, watching your shaft disappear into her hungry hole. Her ass grips you perfectly, sending waves of pleasure up your spine. You reach around to rub her clit, making her moan louder.

"Such a good little anal slut," you growl, speeding up your thrusts. "Taking my cock so deep in your ass while I play with your pussy."

Seulgi pushes back to meet each thrust, clearly loving the double stimulation. Her pussy drips steadily as you pound her ass, adding to the lewd sounds filling the room. You give her ass a hard smack, watching it jiggle.

"Harder!" she begs. "Wreck my fucking ass!"

You grab her hips tight and really start hammering into her. Your balls slap against her pussy with each thrust as you drill her asshole. Sweat drips down your chest, mixing with hers where your bodies meet.

The sight of your cock stretching her tight rim combined with her wanton moans has you getting close. You increase the pressure on her clit, wanting her to cum again before you finish.

"Gonna cum again," Seulgi gasps. "Keep fucking my ass just like that!"

Her whole body shakes as another orgasm rips through her. You feel her asshole spasm around your cock as she screams in pleasure.

“Fuck, I'm almost there,” you moan. “This time I'm gonna cover your little body with my cum.”

You pump into her stretched asshole a few more times, savoring the tight grip before withdrawing with a wet pop. Her gaping hole clenches around empty air as she quickly flips onto her back, her abs glistening with fresh workout sweat. The torn leggings frame her lower half perfectly, her pussy still dripping from her previous orgasms.

"Fuck, look at you," you growl, furiously stroking your cock as you kneel between her spread legs. Your shaft is slick with her ass juices, making obscene squelching sounds as you jerk it. "So fucking hot all sweaty and messy for me..."

Seulgi runs her hands over her damp skin, pinching her hard nipples through her sports bra. "Come on baby, mark me up. Want to feel your hot load all over my abs..."

Your cock throbs harder at her words. She looks like a fucking goddess lying there, skin golden and gleaming with perspiration, hair messy from getting railed, lips swollen from sucking your cock. The contrast of her still being partially clothed in her workout gear while being completely debauched is driving you wild.

"Play with yourself," you command, stroking faster. "Want to watch you rub that clit while I cover you in cum..."

She immediately slides a hand between her legs, fingers circling her swollen clit. Her other hand pushes her sports bra up to fully expose her perky tits, rolling a nipple between her fingers.

"Please," she whimpers, hips bucking as she pleasures herself. "Need your cum so bad... want you to paint me with it..."

You can feel your orgasm building, pressure mounting in your balls. Your cock is angry red and leaking precum steadily. Seulgi notices and licks her lips.

"Are you gonna cum for me baby?" she purrs, spreading her legs wider. "Want to feel it hot and thick all over my sweaty body... want you to mark your territory..."

"Fuck... gonna cum so hard for you..." you grunt, your hand a blur on your shaft. The wet sounds of her fingering herself mixed with your jerking is obscene.

"Do it," she demands, her fingers moving faster on her clit. "Fucking cover me... want to feel it splashing on my skin..."

Your orgasm hits like a freight train. The first rope of cum shoots out with incredible force, landing in a thick stripe from her collarbone down between her tits. The second and third spurts paint her ribs and abs, hot white streaks stark against her shiny skin.

"Yes! More!" she cries out, her own orgasm hitting as she watches you mark her. "Cover me!"

You continue cumming, decorating her sweaty stomach with rope after rope of thick seed. Some lands on the torn edges of her leggings, soaking into the fabric. The final few spurts dribble onto her lower abs, mixing with the sweat pooled in the grooves of her muscles.

When you're finally spent, you sit back to admire your work. Seulgi looks absolutely debauched - covered in sweat, cum, and pussy juice, workout clothes torn and disheveled, hair a mess. Your cum is already starting to run down the sides of her torso in rivulets, mixing with her sweat.

She runs her fingers through the mess on her stomach, spreading it around like lotion. The sight of her rubbing your seed into her sweaty skin makes your spent cock twitch weakly.

"Mmm, so much cum," she purrs, gathering some on her fingers and bringing them to her mouth. She maintains eye contact as she sucks them clean, moaning at the taste. "Love how it mixes with my sweat... makes me feel so dirty..."

She continues playing with the cum on her body, alternating between spreading it around and tasting it off her fingers. Some has dripped down to her pussy, mixing with her own juices.

"Fuck, that's hot," you groan, watching her enjoy your mess. She gathers more cum on her fingers and offers them to you. You eagerly suck them clean, tasting the salty mixture of your cum and her sweat.

"Love marking you up like this," you say as she continues rubbing the cooling cum into her skin. "Looking all sweaty and used, covered in my load..."

"Mmm, me too," she sighs contentedly. "Want you to do this every time I come back from working out... mark your territory all over my sweaty body..."

The combination of the visual, her dirty talk, and the various fluids coating her skin makes your cock start to harden again despite having just cum. Seulgi notices and laughs.

"Already getting hard again? Such a horny boy..." she teases, running a cum-covered finger down your shaft. "Save that energy for the next workout... want you nice and pent up so you can cover me in an even bigger load..."

You spend the next few minutes trading lazy kisses and caresses, enjoying the afterglow. Seulgi's skin is still flushed and glowing with sweat. Her sports bra is stained with your cum, marking her as yours.

"I should probably actually shower now," she says eventually. "Want to join me? I could use help getting clean... or maybe getting dirty again."

"Lead the way," you smirk, admiring her ass as she heads to the bathroom.

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After the shower, you throw on some clothes and head to the kitchen. While Seulgi makes coffee, you raid her fridge for breakfast ingredients. The domestic scene feels surprisingly natural after the intensity of your sexual encounters.

"I still can't believe this all started because you caught me making porn edits of you," you say, cracking eggs into a pan.

She laughs. "I mean, I was shocked at first. But then I watched them and... fuck, they were hot. Made me realize how much I wanted you."

"Could have saved us both a lot of sexual frustration if we'd admitted it sooner."

"True. But making up for lost time has been pretty fun," she winks. "Plus now I have a personal trainer who really knows how to motivate me."

Breakfast becomes less about eating and more about stolen touches. Her fingers graze yours when you pass her a plate, and your knees bump under the table like it’s on purpose. Each bite of food comes with a side of heated glances that linger too long. The energy between you is still electric, even after having sex twice just this morning, alive with the kind of hunger that never truly fades.

Seulgi reaches across the table, her thumb brushing a crumb from your lip. Her touch lingers, her gaze heavy with desire. "We’re really bad at pretending this isn’t gonna happen again in about five minutes, huh?"

You grin, pushing your plate aside.

"Who’s pretending?”

[faebled-stories]

Under The Radar

Kinkvember Day 29: Public

Soloist IU (Lee Jieun) Ft. Kang Seulgi x Male reader

20k words

AN: Later than usual, sorry I had a headache the entire day today, this one is roughly edited sorry, but I still got this out woohoo. Love you guys, one day left... 💖💖

Jieun had always felt like her life was carefully mapped out, each step following a script written for her by others. As one of the nation’s most beloved soloists, adored for her pure and innocent image, she was the embodiment of grace and poise on stage and in the public eye. But behind the polished smiles and carefully chosen words, she sometimes felt constrained—like she was living in a glass box, admired but not fully free. That was until a few years ago, when she met you.

Your lively personality and unapologetic zest for life awakened something in her. You encouraged her to step outside the lines and embrace the messy, unpredictable beauty of living. Slowly, Jieun began to let go of the perfection she’d always strived for, finding joy in spontaneity. Yet, even as she embraced this new side of herself, she held onto the things that kept her grounded: late-night talks with you where she felt safe to share her deepest thoughts, quiet moments where she could just be Jieun—not the idol, not the “nation’s little sister,” but simply herself.

Beneath the city’s vibrant glow, where skyscrapers kissed the heavens and neon lights flickered like electric veins pulsing through the night, you and Jieun thrived. The rhythm of the city mirrored your love—dynamic, electric, and alive with possibility. Every glance exchanged felt like a spark igniting a wildfire, and every touch carried a magnetism that transformed the mundane into magic. Together, you created your own world, one that was equal parts adventure and intimacy.

Weekends became your playground for discovery. The city, vast and brimming with hidden treasures, turned into a labyrinth of adventure for you both. From wandering dimly lit alleys to finding secret rooftop bars where you could escape the world, every moment felt like an escape from the spotlight that followed her. Lazy mornings often gave way to spontaneous bike rides along the waterfront, the scent of saltwater mingling with the aroma of street food from nearby vendors. Evenings carried their own kind of thrill—dance lessons that left you tangled in laughter, or sipping whimsical cocktails under a canopy of stars, the city below fading into a comforting blur.

On one such afternoon, golden sunlight streamed through the windows, wrapping the living room in a cozy warmth. Jieun sat cross-legged on the couch, engrossed in a book, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of her sweater. The peaceful quiet between you was comforting, but your attention kept drifting from the book in your hands to her, captivated by the way her hair glowed in the light or the subtle curve of her lips when she smiled at a passage.

Eventually, she looked up, catching your gaze. Her lips curled into a teasing smile. “You’ve been staring at me for a while now,” she said softly, closing her book. “Is there something you want to say?”

You chuckled, leaning back into the cushions. “Just admiring you.”

She laughed, a soft, musical sound. “You’re sweet,” she murmured, though her tone carried a playful edge. For a moment, her expression softened, but then a sly glint flickered in her eyes. She stood, brushing her hands down her sweater as if bracing herself, before moving to the nearby shelf. After rummaging briefly, she turned back toward you with something hidden behind her back, her cheeks slightly pink.

“What’s that?” you asked, curiosity piqued as she approached with a playful bounce in her step.

She pulled her hands forward, revealing a sleek, lacy garment that dangled lightly from her fingers. Your eyebrows lifted in surprise as the soft material glinted faintly in the sunlight, but what caught your eye even more was the small, discreet remote next to it. “I got these a while ago,” she began, her voice steady but carrying a hint of shyness. “I thought they might be fun. For us.”

It took a second for you to fully register what she was holding, and when you did, your grin widened. “Wow. You’ve been holding out on me.”

She rolled her eyes, though her blush deepened. “I wasn’t sure if it was… too much,” she admitted, glancing down at the garment briefly before meeting your eyes again. “But I figured if anyone would enjoy this with me, it’d be you.”

You reached out, letting your fingers graze the fabric. It was impossibly soft, and the hint of what it could do made your heart race. “I’d say you know me pretty well,” you said, your voice low.

Her lips curved into a smile, her confidence building as she noticed your reaction. “I wouldn’t have brought it up if I didn’t,” she said, her tone warming. “I thought it might make the day a little more… interesting.”

“Interesting is one way to put it,” you replied, your grin widening as your gaze flicked to the remote in her other hand. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

She smirked, leaning in slightly. “I was born ready.”

You laughed, watching as she turned and sauntered toward the bedroom. “Give me a minute,” she called over her shoulder, her tone light and teasing.

While Jieun disappeared into the other room, you let your mind wander, the anticipation building with every passing second. You could hear faint rustling as she moved around, and the idea of what was to come sent a thrill through you. The little remote rested in your palm, its smooth design deceptively innocent. When she finally returned, she stood in the doorway, her cheeks tinged pink but her expression playful. Her skirt fell naturally into place, and she smoothed it over her hips, her movements casual yet deliberate.

“Well?” she asked, stepping closer, her tone light but with a hint of shyness. “What do you think?”

“Beautiful,” you murmured, letting your gaze linger on her. There was something about her mix of confidence and vulnerability that made her all the more captivating. Reaching out, you pulled her gently toward you until she was standing between your knees, your hands resting lightly on her hips.

She tilted her head, her smirk returning as her shyness melted away. “Even like this?” she teased, lifting her skirt just enough to give you a glimpse. The delicate lace clung perfectly, and you couldn’t help but grin.

“Especially like this,” you replied, your voice dropping slightly as your hands slid along her thighs. Then, unable to resist, you leaned forward and gave her a light, teasing spank. The soft smack made her yelp in surprise before she broke into laughter, her hand playfully swatting at your shoulder.

“You’re impossible,” she said, shaking her head though her smile lingered. Adjusting her skirt again with exaggerated composure, she added, “I hope you know this isn’t just about you. I’m supposed to enjoy this too.”

“Oh, trust me,” you said, holding up the remote with a mischievous grin. “I fully intend to make this enjoyable. For both of us.”

Her eyes flicked to the remote, and she raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smile. “Just… don’t go crazy, okay?” she said, her tone a mix of playful and serious. “I’d like to actually get through the day without falling apart.”

You leaned in, brushing a quick kiss to her forehead before grinning mischievously. “No promises.”

She let out a huff, half-laughing as she leaned into you. “You’re trouble,” she murmured, her hands resting on your shoulders.

“And you love it,” you replied, wrapping an arm around her waist as you stood, pulling her closer.

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With the impromptu game set, you and Jieun ventured into the city’s renowned aquarium. The grand entrance glimmered under the soft evening light, its glass panels reflecting hues of pink and gold from the setting sun. Inside, the world transformed into an ethereal underwater dreamscape. The soft blue glow from the massive tanks bathed everything in a tranquil light, the murmur of water and faint sound of bubbles creating an intimate, almost otherworldly ambiance.

Jieun’s excitement was infectious, lighting up the dimly lit halls of the aquarium. Her steps were quick and light, her body practically vibrating with energy. Her delicate fingers brushed the cool glass of the tanks as she leaned in close, her breath fogging the surface slightly. Her eyes, wide with wonder, tracked vibrant coral reefs and schools of neon fish darting through the water like streaks of living paint. She let out a soft gasp of delight as a jellyfish floated by, its translucent form undulating gracefully under the soft tank lights.

“Look at this one,” she said, her voice tinged with awe as she pointed at a tiny, vibrant seahorse gripping a piece of coral. Her lips curved into a smile that lit up her face, her laughter like the tinkling of wind chimes as she moved from tank to tank, her hair swaying gently with each turn of her head.

At a tank displaying sleek, undulating eels, Jieun leaned closer, her nose almost touching the glass. The bluish light cast a soft glow over her features, accentuating the delicate curve of her jaw and the soft pink of her cheeks. You couldn’t help but admire the pure joy radiating from her as she watched the creatures glide effortlessly through the water.

You leaned close to her ear, your breath warm against her skin. “Hey, Jieun,” you whispered conspiratorially, “Did you know some eels can electrocute you, even without touching?”

She straightened, her brows knitting in skepticism as she turned to you, her lips parting slightly in question. “That can’t be—”

Before she could finish, you pressed the remote discreetly in your pocket. A soft hum filled the air, unnoticed by anyone but her. Her body stiffened almost imperceptibly, her fingers tightening on the edge of the tank as her breath hitched. A gasp, soft and sharp, escaped her lips, her expression shifting into something between surprise and restrained pleasure.

Her wide eyes snapped to you, a deep pink flush blooming across her cheeks and spreading down her neck. The faint glow from the tank made the color even more vivid, contrasting with the cool light surrounding her. “Honey!” she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper but trembling with emotion. Her free hand instinctively flew to your arm, gripping it for support as her knees threatened to wobble.

Her gaze darted around nervously, checking if anyone nearby had noticed. Thankfully, the dim aquarium lighting and the scattered visitors provided just enough cover for her to attempt to compose herself. “You didn’t!” she whispered, her tone a mix of disbelief and something unspoken that made her voice falter slightly.

“Oh, I did,” you replied with an innocent grin, your eyes twinkling with mischief as you took in the slight tremor in her stance and the way her lips parted as her breath quickened. Her body shifted subtly, her thighs pressing together in a fruitless attempt to temper the sensations coursing through her.

Her glare lacked bite, her lips twitching as though she were suppressing a smile. “You’re impossible,” she said, her voice laced with frustration but softened by a tinge of amusement. She nudged your arm weakly, her movements betraying her distraction as another soft gasp escaped her lips.

“Impossible?” you teased, leaning closer so your voice was only for her. “I’d say I’m creative.”

Jieun bit her lip, her eyes narrowing as she tried to shoot you a reprimanding look, but the way her body shivered, her hand gripping your arm tighter, betrayed the effect you were having on her. “If we get caught,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she fought to keep it steady, “I swear I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” you interrupted, your grin widening as you watched her cheeks grow impossibly redder.

She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head slightly as she glanced back at the tank, her reflection in the glass showing her flushed face and glistening eyes. “I’ll think of something,” she murmured, her voice low and edged with playful defiance.

Her eyes narrowed, but the playful gleam in them betrayed her. Even as she straightened and tried to focus on the tank, her posture remained tense, her body alive with the anticipation of your next move.

You waited, letting the vibrations continue just long enough to see her fingers grip the edge of the tank a little tighter, her breaths coming faster. Her hips shifted almost imperceptibly as she fought to steady herself. Just when you could tell she was teetering on the edge, her lips parting in a soft gasp, you turned the vibrations off.

Her eyes shot to yours, wide with a mixture of relief and frustration. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words didn’t come. Instead, she bit her lip, her cheeks burning as she gave you a look that promised retribution.

The magical ambiance of the aquarium heightened every sensation. As you moved from exhibit to exhibit, the low lighting, soft hum of water, and distant murmurs of other visitors created an intimate atmosphere that made the teasing all the more thrilling. Near the penguin enclosure, as she watched the adorable creatures waddle and dive, you flicked the remote again. The gentle vibration coursed through her, causing her to stifle a giggle and clutch your arm for support. She leaned into you, her breath coming faster, and whispered, “I swear, if you don’t stop…”

But you could tell she didn’t mean it. The way she bit her lip, her cheeks rosy and her eyes darting nervously around the room, spoke volumes. Her whispered threats of payback only spurred you on. You waited until she was engrossed again, then turned the vibrations up, her knees slightly buckling as she gripped your arm tightly.

“Honey…!” she whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. This time, her body trembled slightly as the sensations built. You could feel her grip tightening on you, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. Just as her lips parted and her eyes fluttered closed, you turned it off again.

Her sharp intake of breath told you everything. “I hate you,” she hissed, her voice low and shaky as she tried to regain her composure. But the look in her eyes betrayed her—she didn’t hate it at all.

The grand glass tunnel beneath the shark tank offered the perfect backdrop for the next round. The sharks glided silently overhead, their massive forms cutting through the water with serene power. Rays and smaller fish swirled around them, creating a mesmerizing display. Jieun stood in quiet awe, her face tilted up to watch the majestic creatures.

You saw your opportunity. Turning the vibrations up slightly, you watched as her breath hitched. She clutched the railing, her fingers whitening as she tried to steady herself. A soft moan escaped her before she quickly covered her mouth, her wide eyes darting to yours in a mix of panic and thrill.

“You’re… impossible,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she leaned closer to you, seeking support while the vibrations coursed through her body.

You leaned down, your breath warm against her ear. “I’m counting on you to keep it together,” you murmured, your voice low and teasing. She shivered at your words, her body pressing into yours as the tension mounted.

This time, you kept the vibrations steady, letting them build as her body tensed against you. Her breathing grew faster, her hips shifting subtly as her grip on the railing tightened. You could feel her pressing closer to you, her soft, breathy moans muffled as she buried her face in your arm.

“Almost there…” you whispered, the vibrations intensifying slightly. Her head tilted back, her lips parting as her eyes fluttered shut. Just as she reached the peak, her entire body trembling, you turned it off.

Her eyes snapped open, and the frustration on her face was palpable. “Babe!” she hissed, her voice low and desperate. But there was no hiding the way her body trembled, her thighs pressing together as she struggled to compose herself. “You’re the worst.”

“Am I?” you replied with a sly grin, brushing her hair from her flushed face. “You seem to be having fun.”

As the day went on, Jieun’s neediness became more apparent. Her fingers would linger on your arm, her steps closer, her voice softer and tinged with a breathless edge. She whispered pleas between exhibits, her tone wavering as she begged for relief. But you kept her on the edge, turning the vibrations on and off just as she reached the brink, her soft whimpers and frustrated glances fueling your mischievous delight.

By the time you reached the dolphin show, Jieun’s restraint was hanging by a fragile thread. Her flushed cheeks and slightly unsteady steps betrayed just how much you had pushed her to the edge. Every teasing pulse left her trembling, her breath shallow, her glassy eyes flickering between the vibrant display of dolphins and the knowing smirk on your face. The public setting only heightened the stakes, her need battling against her desperate resolve to remain composed.

You had chosen a discreet spot in the far corner of the audience, away from the densest part of the crowd. The dim lighting and the vantage point gave you just enough cover while still leaving the thrill of being in public fully intact. The murmur of excited conversations and the occasional splash of water set the scene as the dolphins began their acrobatics, their synchronized movements drawing cheers and applause from the crowd.

Jieun’s posture was rigid, her thighs pressed tightly together as she clung to your arm. The vibrations had been off for just long enough to let her think she might have a moment to regain control, her body settling into a tentative calm. But you weren’t about to let her settle.

With a subtle flick of your thumb, you activated the remote in your pocket. The sudden pulse coursed through her body like a shockwave. She stiffened immediately, her nails biting into your arm as her breath hitched audibly. Her wide eyes darted to yours, a mix of shock and desperation flashing in their depths.

“Please…” she whispered, her voice trembling, her cheeks flushing even deeper as her thighs pressed closer together. You could feel her quivering against you, her grip tightening as she tried to compose herself.

Leaning in, you murmured against her ear, “Careful. We wouldn’t want anyone to notice, would we?” Your tone was low and teasing, the warmth of your breath against her skin making her shudder.

Her lips parted slightly, as if to protest, but no words came—only a soft, shaky exhale that hung in the air. Her body, always so poised and composed, betrayed her now. Her shoulders tensed as the vibrations teased her relentlessly, and her breaths grew shallow, each one hitching faintly as her chest rose and fell in uneven rhythm. The delicate flush on her cheeks deepened, spreading down her neck, and the faintest tremor ran through her legs, which shifted subtly as if trying to relieve the growing tension.

Her fingers dug into your arm, her knuckles whitening as she tried to steady herself. The corners of her lips quivered, caught somewhere between a plea and a suppressed moan, her composure unraveling thread by thread. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lashes casting soft shadows on her pink-tinged cheeks as her head tilted back slightly. The glow of the aquarium’s lights shimmered on her skin, illuminating the faint sheen of sweat beginning to form on her forehead and along her collarbone.

You waited, savoring the sight of her squirming under the pressure, her body writhing ever so slightly as the vibrations worked their way through her. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, the motion betraying just how impossible her growing need was to ignore.

Then, just as her grip on your arm tightened to the point of desperation and a soft, choked gasp escaped her lips, you clicked the remote and turned the vibrations off.

The effect was immediate and visceral. Her eyes snapped open, wide and filled with disbelief as the absence of sensation left her teetering on the edge, unfulfilled. Frustration flickered across her face, her brows furrowing as she bit her lower lip hard enough to leave a faint mark, her breaths coming fast and ragged. She tried to regain her composure, but the trembling in her hands and the damp glow on her skin gave her away completely.

The show continued, the dolphins leaping gracefully through the air, but Jieun’s focus was entirely on you now. She shot you a pleading glance, her lips trembling as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. You let her stew for a moment, savoring the anticipation that radiated from her in waves.

Then, as the dolphins reached the peak of their routine, the crowd erupting into cheers, you cranked the vibrations to their highest setting.

Jieun’s entire body arched as the overwhelming sensation took hold, her back curving like a drawn bow. Her nails dug into your arm and thigh, leaving faint crescent moons in your skin as her thighs clamped tightly together, trapping the device against her sensitive center. A muffled scream escaped her lips, raw and desperate, as she buried her face into your shoulder, her cries muted by your presence. Her entire frame trembled violently, each shudder a testament to the waves of pleasure crashing over her, unrelenting and all-consuming.

Her voice broke through in a desperate whisper, trembling and raw. “I—I’m so close,” she gasped, the words barely audible, muffled against your shoulder but heavy with the weight of her release. Her entire body tensed in anticipation, her thighs shaking as the sensation built into a crescendo she couldn’t hold back.

The rhythmic pulsing of her release was unmistakable, her body quaking with each contraction as her slickness soaked through the fabric. You slid your hand down, your fingers expertly finding their way between her trembling thighs. Pressing firmly against her lips through the damp lace, you began to move in slow, deliberate circles, the texture of the soaked fabric adding a tantalizing friction.

Her muffled cries deepened, each one breaking into a fractured gasp as her body surged toward the edge. “Oh fuck! I'm cumming…” she squeeled into your neck, her voice muffled but trembling with raw need. The added pressure of your fingers—so precise, so intentional—was too much for her to withstand. Her body stiffened sharply, her thighs tightening around your hand as her release finally broke free in an electrifying wave.

Her cries grew louder, though still stifled against your shoulder, perfectly masked by the thunderous applause of the crowd in the background. “Oh—oh my God!” she cried out, her voice breaking as her hips bucked slightly against your touch, every movement a mix of surrender and uncontrollable need. The heat radiating from her core was undeniable, her arousal coating your fingertips through the soaked fabric, a slickness that only heightened the intensity of the moment.

You kept your fingers moving in slow, teasing strokes, prolonging her high as her body quaked with aftershocks. Her head pressed deeper into your neck, her damp breath hot against your skin. Each ragged exhale mingled with the faint scent of her release, intoxicating and intimate. Her trembling legs struggled to hold her weight as she clung to you for support, her grip unyielding as she rode out every last ripple of pleasure.

When her trembling began to subside, you slowly withdrew your hand, feeling her thighs relax just enough to let you pull away. Her body sagged against yours, utterly spent, her flushed face damp with perspiration. The faint scent of her arousal lingered in the air, mingling with the aquatic freshness of the aquarium. It was intoxicating, an intimate mix of her release and the soft, saline tang of the water, creating a unique blend that made the moment feel even more charged.

You lifted your hand slightly, showing her the glistening sheen that coated your fingers. The dim blue light from the tanks reflected off the slickness, catching her attention immediately.

Her cheeks deepened to a fiery red as her wide eyes locked onto your hand. “What are you…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of mortification and fascination, her gaze unable to look away.

Without breaking eye contact, you smirked and reached out, brushing your slick fingers along the curve of her neck. The sticky warmth left a faint, glistening trail on her soft skin. The subtle scent of her arousal, so potent and personal, seemed to intensify as it mingled with her perfume and the humid air of the aquarium. Leaning in, your lips hovered just above the mark you’d made. “Look at you,” you murmured softly, your voice a low tease filled with admiration. “So beautiful like this.”

You began placing deliberate kisses along the line you had left, your lips and tongue tracing the faint stickiness as you marked her further. Her taste lingered faintly, salty and sweet, an intimate reminder of her vulnerability. Her head tilted instinctively, granting you access as you latched onto the soft skin at her collarbone. You started sucking gently, savoring the way her body responded, before increasing the intensity to leave a deeper mark. The scrape of your teeth against her skin elicited a soft whimper, her voice muffled as her hands clung tightly to your shirt, desperate to steady herself against the overwhelming sensations.

The warmth of your breath against her neck, coupled with the dampness from your kisses, sent fresh shivers through her. Her gasps grew more pronounced, each one trembling as you continued to leave small, purposeful marks, your teeth grazing her sensitive skin. The combination of your mouth on her and the scent of her release still faint in the air heightened her arousal once more.

Pulling back slightly, you met her gaze. Her eyes were glazed with satisfaction, her lips parted as she tried to steady her breathing. The flush of her cheeks spread to her neck, a beautiful testament to the intensity of the moment.

“You’re the worst,” she whispered shakily, though the way her fingers tightened their grip on your shirt told a different story. The words were barely audible, her voice a mix of bashfulness and lingering delight.

“Am I?” you teased, brushing your thumb lightly over one of the marks you’d left. “You didn’t seem to mind earlier.”

Her lips parted, as if to respond, but no words came. Instead, her gaze dropped for a moment, her cheeks flushing deeper. Her fingers gripped your shirt tightly, and when her eyes lifted to meet yours again, they were filled with an unspoken acknowledgment. The way her body pressed subtly closer, her breath hitching slightly, was all the confirmation you needed. She wanted to protest—but she knew you were right.

Your smirk softened as you lowered your head to place one last lingering kiss on her neck, letting your lips trail over the faint heat of her flushed skin. Her body shivered under your touch, a quiet gasp escaping her as she leaned into you, her silent agreement speaking volumes. When you finally pulled back, her eyes remained fixed on yours, a mixture of embarrassment, desire, and reluctant surrender shimmering in their depths.

The applause marking the end of the show broke through the moment, drawing both of you back into your surroundings. You stood, reaching out to help her to her feet. Her legs wobbled slightly, the remnants of her release still evident in her trembling. She leaned into you, her fingers lacing tightly with yours as she rested her head briefly against your shoulder.

Guiding her out into the glowing serenity of the aquarium, you felt the quiet buzz of her lingering arousal. Though she remained silent, her hand squeezed yours firmly, her flushed cheeks and the slight curve of her lips betraying just how much she’d enjoyed every moment.

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After that exhilarating time at the aquarium, the sexual tension between you and Jieun only seemed to grow as you entered the cozy, dimly lit restaurant for your dinner reservation. The intimate space was filled with the soft clinking of glasses and hushed conversations, creating a warm and romantic atmosphere that wrapped around you both like a shared secret.

You pulled out a chair for her, and she sat down gracefully, though the restless shifting in her movements betrayed the simmering anticipation from earlier. The low lighting cast a warm glow on her flushed cheeks, the remnants of your teasing evident in the slight tremor of her hands as she adjusted her skirt. Once the waiter approached, you discreetly activated the vibrator with a small press of the remote, watching as Jieun stifled a gasp, her body jerking slightly in her seat as she struggled to keep her composure.

“I’ll have the carbonara, p-please,” she managed, her voice catching slightly as her hand gripped the edge of the table. She shot you a look—half playful mischief, half veiled threat—as her cheeks burned with a deeper blush.

“And I’ll have the ribeye, medium please, thank you,” you said to the waiter, your tone steady as if nothing were amiss. You handed over the menus, feeling Jieun’s heated gaze on you.

Once the waiter stepped away, she leaned forward slightly, her voice low and laced with mock frustration. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

Feigning innocence, you leaned back, sipping your water as you smirked. “Me? I’m just here to enjoy a nice dinner with my beautiful girlfriend.”

Her eyes narrowed, but a sly smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “If this is dinner, I’m scared to see what dessert is like,” she murmured, her tone teasing despite the tremor in her voice.

The appetizers arrived shortly after—a colorful spread of bruschetta, stuffed mushrooms, and crispy calamari. Unable to resist pushing her further, you pressed the button three times, setting the vibrations to their maximum intensity. Jieun froze mid-reach for a piece of bruschetta, her eyes widening as the sudden jolt surged through her body.

Her breath hitched audibly, and a barely contained whimper escaped her lips. She immediately crossed her legs tightly, her muscles tensing as she fought to keep herself from reacting. “Oh god,” she whispered sharply, her voice trembling, though the flicker of excitement in her eyes betrayed her.

“What’s wrong, babe?” you asked casually, your smirk widening as you took a bite of bruschetta. “You look… tense.”

Her body shifted subtly, her thighs pressing together as the vibrations continued to pulse relentlessly. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the small, breathy moans that threatened to escape. “You’re… impossible,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper as her cheeks deepened to a scarlet hue. Her eyes darted nervously around the room, scanning for any sign that someone might notice her squirming.

Each movement only seemed to intensify the sensations coursing through her, the damp heat between her legs growing as her body became more sensitive. The risk of being discovered sent a thrilling shiver through her, heightening the tension. Every pulse of the vibrator seemed to echo in her mind, weaving into the restaurant’s ambiance of soft clinking silverware and low murmurs. The rich aroma of garlic and basil mingled with her heightened awareness, making everything feel overwhelming.

Her breaths became shallow, her body trembling as she leaned forward, gripping her utensils like a lifeline. She brought a bite of bruschetta to her lips, her teeth sinking into the crispy bread as a soft, involuntary moan escaped her, barely audible beneath the hum of conversation around you.

“B-babe,” she whispered, her voice breaking slightly as she leaned closer to you. “You’re going to regret this.”

“Is that so?” you murmured, your voice teasingly low as your fingers tapped the remote again, adjusting the rhythm. Her body jolted, a quiet whimper slipping out as she squeezed her thighs together, her legs trembling under the table.

By the time the main course arrived, Jieun’s composure was fraying. Her carbonara sat untouched for a moment as she squirmed in her seat, her breaths coming in soft, uneven gasps. Every flick of the switch sent new waves of pleasure rippling through her, her mind spinning with the relentless teasing. The tablecloth concealed her trembling legs, but the way her fingers clutched the edge of the table betrayed how close she was to unraveling.

When the waiter returned to pour your wine, you pressed the button one final time, holding it steady at the highest setting. Jieun’s eyes widened as the relentless vibrations surged through her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her body arched slightly, her lips parting in a choked gasp. She gripped the table with one hand, her other reaching for your arm under the table, her nails digging into your skin as her body shuddered.

“Babe,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with desperation. Her flushed face turned toward you, her glassy eyes meeting yours as her lips quivered. “P-please…”

You leaned closer, your voice low and teasing. “Please what, Jieun?” you whispered, your words brushing against her ear. The subtle warmth of your breath sent another shiver racing through her body, her grip on your arm tightening as if anchoring herself against the rising tide within her.

Her breaths were shallow and rapid, her body trembling as she clutched your arm tightly. The tension that had been building throughout the evening left her teetering on the brink, her thighs pressing together instinctively as if to find relief. Her lips parted slightly, a desperate moan threatening to slip free, but she caught herself, biting down on her lower lip to suppress the sound.

The relentless vibrations pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes fluttered closed as her body tensed, her breaths coming in soft gasps. You could feel it—see it—how close she was. Her thighs quivered, her hands gripping the table as the heat pooling between her legs became unbearable.

And just when you knew she was milliseconds away, you pressed the button and turned the vibrations off.

Her body jolted slightly at the sudden stillness, her eyes snapping open in wide, glassy disbelief. Her head whipped toward you, and for a moment, her parted lips and flushed cheeks told you she was at a loss for words. “No! fuck” she stammered, her voice hushed and trembling. The abrupt denial of release left her gasping, her chest heaving as her body fought to process the loss.

Her frustration spilled over, visible in the trembling of her hands and the way her thighs clenched reflexively under the table. “Please…” she whispered again, her voice a mix of pleading and incredulous annoyance. Her lips trembled as she bit down on her lower lip, squirming slightly in her seat in a futile attempt to steady herself. The flush on her cheeks deepened, spreading to her neck as she fidgeted, her body betraying how close she had been.

You leaned in casually, brushing your hand across hers on the table. “Not yet,” you murmured, your voice calm and teasing. The soft touch of your fingers sent another wave of heat through her, and her breath hitched audibly, her thighs squeezing together instinctively.

Her chest rose and fell as she exhaled shakily, her frustration now a simmering mix of desire and playful defiance. “I swear to god…” she whispered, her voice unsteady, a blend of pleading and unspoken challenge. Her narrowed gaze locked with yours, the flicker of frustration in her glassy eyes overshadowed by determination and the faintest hint of mischief. “You’re definitely paying for that later,” she added, her voice low and breathless as her lips curved into a sly smile.

You chuckled softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as your own smirk widened. “I’m looking forward to it,” you replied, your voice as confident as ever. The tension between you crackled like electricity, heightening every shared glance, every movement. Around you, the hum of the restaurant—the soft clinking of glasses, muted conversations, and bursts of laughter—faded into the background as your shared secret took center stage.

Jieun shifted again, her fingers fidgeting with her napkin as she tried to compose herself. Her restless movements betrayed her inner turmoil, her flushed cheeks and darting gaze revealing the fire you’d stoked within her. She let out a shaky sigh, her lips pressing together as she tilted her head slightly, as if weighing her options. Then, with a deep inhale, she leaned back in her chair, locking eyes with you. In that moment, the frustration in her gaze melted into something bold and daring, her confidence blooming.

As the chatter of other guests swelled around you, she “accidentally” dropped her fork, the metallic clink echoing against the hardwood floor. Without missing a beat, her dark hair fell over her shoulder like a curtain as she leaned forward, a devilish smile playing on her lips. The intensity in her eyes sent a shiver down your spine, her boldness catching you completely off guard.

Before you could react, she slipped gracefully under the table, her movements smooth and deliberate as if choreographed. The world above seemed to blur into the background—the laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the muted ambiance becoming mere noise. Your heart skipped a beat, your pulse quickening as she disappeared from view, her mischievous sparkle and the determination in her actions lingering in your mind.

You felt the warmth of her breath brush against your thigh as her fingers trailed up, delicate yet teasing, igniting sparks of anticipation that coursed through your entire body. Each touch was playful and tantalizing, deliberate in a way that made it impossible to focus on anything but her. Your eyes flicked around nervously, half-expecting someone to notice, but the attention of the other diners remained blissfully elsewhere, unaware of the secret unfolding beneath the table.

“You started this,” she murmured from below, her voice a soft, husky purr that sent a thrill racing through you. Her words were both an accusation and a promise, her tone dripping with playful dominance. Her eyes gleamed with mischief, but it was the quiet intensity in her gaze that made your pulse race, your breath catching as her focus returned to the task at hand.

Her fingers danced over the fabric of your pants, the pressure light but enough to make you shift in your seat. The teasing was relentless, her touch sending jolts of pleasure that left you teetering between frustration and raw anticipation. You could feel your body responding eagerly to every movement, the tension coiling tighter in your core as her hand pressed more firmly against you, drawing a soft, involuntary exhale from your lips.

She worked the button of your jeans with infuriating precision, each flick of her fingers heightening the anticipation and drawing out the moment. One button, then another, until she pulled the fabric aside, exposing you to the cool air. The contrast of her warm breath against your heated skin sent a shiver down your spine, the anticipation coiling tighter within you. For a moment, she paused, her lips hovering close, her eyes flickering with mischief and something darker—need.

Her fingers lightly traced along your length, and she inhaled deeply, her movements slow and deliberate. Her lashes fluttered as she closed her eyes, her breathing deepening as she leaned in. You felt the soft brush of her nose against your member as she nuzzled against you, the warmth of her face and the deliberate press of her lips sending sparks through your body.

“Mmm,” she murmured softly, her voice low and almost guttural as she took in your scent. Her nose trailed along you as if she were savoring every inch, and she let out a quiet, shuddering breath. “You smell… so good,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with growing arousal.

The wild edge in her tone sent a rush through you, your body responding to the way she seemed to lose herself in the moment. Her cheek brushed against you, her lips ghosting along your length as her hands gripped your thighs for support. You caught the faintest sound of her own breath catching, a quiet, almost needy sigh escaping her as she shifted slightly beneath the table, her thighs pressing together.

Her warm breath continued to fan over you as she rubbed her face against your member, her movements unrestrained and filled with raw intensity. Her actions betrayed how much she was savoring every second as her lips finally parted, pressing a lingering kiss against your leaking tip before taking you into her mouth in one smooth, seamless motion.

The sensation was electrifying. Her mouth was soft, warm, and inviting, her tongue swirling over you with an eager dexterity that left you breathless. The contrast of her earlier wildness and the precision of her movements now made your head spin, the combination of control and abandon driving you closer to the edge with every passing moment.

She worked you deliberately, her rhythm slow at first, as though she wanted to savor every inch of you. Her tongue danced over you, each flick and swirl sending ripples of pleasure coursing through your body. The wet, velvety glide of her mouth was relentless, and you gripped the edge of the table tightly, your knuckles white as you fought to stay composed.

Your breaths came shallow and uneven, your vision narrowing as every nerve in your body focused on the heat and wetness of her mouth. You could feel her shifting below, her body responding to her own rising desire, her muffled hums against you vibrating softly, adding another layer of intensity. The air beneath the table seemed to grow hotter, the raw intimacy of the moment amplified by her unabashed enthusiasm and the heady mix of sensations she created.

She moved with purpose now, her pace quickening slightly as her hands joined in, one holding you steady while the other traced soft, teasing patterns along your thighs. Her tongue worked in perfect harmony with the rhythm of her lips, each motion drawing you closer to the edge. You bit down on the inside of your cheek to stifle the groan that threatened to escape, the urge to let go building with every passing second.

“God,” you whispered under your breath, your voice tight as her name almost slipped from your lips. The tension in your core coiled tighter, your control slipping as the pleasure surged in waves. Her wild, unrestrained energy earlier had stoked the fire, and now her expert attention was fanning it into an inferno.

Just when you thought the intensity couldn’t build any further, her pace quickened. Teasing circles along your inner thigh, her fingers dancing over your skin with maddening precision. The combination of her mouth and touch was overwhelming, and you felt yourself teetering closer and closer to the edge.

Then, footsteps. The sound of the waiter approaching broke through the haze, your heart leaping in sudden panic. You straightened slightly, forcing yourself to meet the waiter’s gaze as he arrived at the table, his polite smile oblivious to the scene unfolding beneath.

“How’s everything, sir?” the waiter asked, his voice neutral but curious as he scanned the table.

“It’s… good,” you managed, your voice tight, almost strangled. Jieun chose that exact moment to take you deeper, her tongue flicking expertly as she hummed softly, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure that nearly made you lose composure. You felt the faintest smirk against you, her mischief palpable even in the intensity of the moment.

“G-Great, actually. It’s great,” you stammered, barely keeping your voice steady. Your grip on the table tightened as her pace increased, her movements calculated, relentless. The pleasure building inside you was nearly impossible to contain.

The waiter frowned slightly, glancing around. “And your companion? She seems to be absent.”

“She’s… in the bathroom,” you said quickly, your voice strained, barely managing to sound coherent. Jieun’s lips enveloped you completely, her movements deliberate yet bold as she sensed your imminent release. Her tongue pressed firmly against you, her rhythm unwavering as her focus remained locked on driving you to the edge. “She’ll… be back in a minute,” you added, your voice cracking slightly as you gripped the edge of the table harder, the tension within you coiling impossibly tight.

The waiter nodded politely, blissfully unaware of the scene unfolding beneath the table, and walked away, leaving you alone once more. The instant his footsteps faded, the tenuous grip you had on your composure unraveled. Jieun’s pace quickened slightly, her mouth taking you deeper as she worked you with relentless precision, the pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave.

The first pulse of your climax hit hard, stealing the air from your lungs as your body tensed under her care. A groan escaped your lips, barely stifled, as wave after wave surged through you, each more intense than the last. Jieun held you firmly, her lips sealing tightly around you, her tongue moving skillfully to guide you through the release. Her hands pressed against your thighs, keeping you steady as your body trembled with the force of your orgasm.

She didn’t swallow—not yet. Instead, she held everything in her mouth, her movements slowing but not stopping. Her tongue continued to caress you, her lips applying gentle suction as she gave you a few more deliberate sucks, ensuring she drew out every last drop. The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of her warmth, her unwavering focus, and the lingering sensitivity making your breath hitch as aftershocks rippled through your body.

Jieun’s lips remained around you as she felt you begin to soften in her mouth, her tongue tracing gentle patterns along your length as she eased you through the final pulses of pleasure. Her fingers tightened briefly against your thighs, her movements tender yet precise, her care extending even as your body relaxed under her touch. She tilted her head slightly, her mouth lingering as she savored the intimacy of the moment, her cheeks subtly hollowing to coax out the last remnants of your release.

When she was certain there was nothing more, she eased back slowly, her lips leaving a lingering warmth as she released you. Her tongue flicked over her lips, her eyes glinting with triumph as she looked up at you from beneath the table. Her expression was a mixture of mischief and satisfaction, her confidence evident in the way her gaze held yours.

Your chest heaved as you fought to steady your breathing, your mind spinning from the intensity of the moment. Every nerve in your body felt alive, the sensation of her care and precision still imprinted on your skin. The world around you—the clinking of glasses, the murmur of conversation—slowly came back into focus, though the charged energy between you lingered in the air.

As Jieun rose back to her seat, her cheeks were flushed, her breath steadying after the intensity of the moment. Yet her eyes gleamed with a playful satisfaction that seemed to light her entire face. This was the nation’s “little sister,” beloved for her innocent charm, graceful demeanor, and unassailable purity. But in this moment, Jieun felt more alive than ever—bold, unapologetic, and exhilaratingly free.

Her heart raced as she met your gaze, a mischievous glint flickering in her eyes, the thrill of secrecy igniting her from within. She reveled in the delicious contradiction of it all—the sweet, innocent idol adored by millions daring to indulge in something so wild, so utterly forbidden. For years, she had carried the weight of her pristine image, playing the role that everyone expected of her. But here, beneath the dim lights of the restaurant, she wasn’t IU, the nation’s sweetheart. She was simply Jieun—fearless, audacious, and savoring every electrifying second of freedom.

A rush of exhilaration coursed through her, awakening a side of herself she rarely had the chance to explore. The stakes, the risk, the sheer audacity of her actions—they made her feel untouchable. Each glance, each subtle motion felt like a quiet rebellion against the constraints of her carefully curated life. It was intoxicating, this chance to step outside her own boundaries and shed the mask she’d worn for so long.

Her gaze darted around the room, sharp and calculated, ensuring that no one had noticed her daring move. But the steady thrum of her pulse wasn’t just from the risk of being caught—it was from the power she felt in the moment. Locking eyes with you, her expression shifted to something darker, more wicked, as her lips curved into a daring smile. Her every motion dripped with confidence as she leaned forward, taking control of the situation with a provocative ease that left you speechless.

Then, without breaking eye contact, she parted her lips and let every single drop of your release fall onto her half-eaten carbonara. Her movements were deliberate as she swirled the mixture into the creamy sauce with her fork, the action slow, purposeful, and brimming with challenge. Her gaze didn’t falter, daring you to look away, daring you to stop her. Your heart pounded, your breath catching in your chest as the audacity of her act unfolded before you.

Her pulse quickened, the forbidden nature of the moment sending a rush of heat coursing through her body. She could feel her skin flush, a tingling sensation that started at her neck and crept down her spine. The mixture of shock and arousal on your face fueled her further, empowering her with a heady sense of control. This wasn’t just about defiance—it was about claiming the moment, rewriting the rules of her normally controlled and polished existence.

She brought the first bite to her lips, her fork twisting delicately as the pasta slipped between her teeth. Her quiet hum of satisfaction resonated in the small space between you, and she closed her eyes briefly, savoring the creamy texture, the saltiness of the dish, and the layered sensations that went beyond taste. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath, the act of eating transforming into something much more deliberate, intimate.

The plate wasn’t finished with that single bite. With slow, precise movements, she reached for a slice of bread, her fingers grazing the crust as she wiped it across the plate. The sauce clung to the bread, and her hand hovered briefly, giving you a moment to take in every detail. Her thumb brushed the corner of her lips, catching a stray drop, and she brought it to her mouth, her tongue flicking out to savor the taste. The deliberate sensuality of her actions left you breathless, your throat tightening as you watched her savor every moment.

Her moan, soft and nearly inaudible, carried a weight that rippled through you. Her lashes fluttered as she took another bite of the bread, her eyes flickering between her plate and your stunned expression. The air around you felt heavy, charged with an unspoken energy that seemed to pull the two of you into a world entirely separate from the bustling restaurant around you.

“J-Jieun…” you stammered, your voice barely audible as you struggled to process what you were witnessing. She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, her lips curved into a wicked smile, the kind that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. Her gaze locked onto yours, holding you captive as she took one last, deliberate bite. The faint sheen on her lips as she licked them clean sent a fresh wave of heat through you.

Her hand moved back to the plate, her motions meticulous as she gathered the last traces of sauce. The bread soaked up every remaining bit, and she bit into it with a quiet satisfaction that left you frozen in place. Her confidence was magnetic, radiating an energy that drew your attention to every small, calculated movement she made.

The clink of silverware and the low hum of the restaurant faded into the background as you were entirely consumed by her presence. Jieun, usually so composed and polished, was utterly unrestrained. This wasn’t a moment crafted for the public—it was raw, private, and intoxicatingly real.

Just then, the waiter returned to clear the plates, his demeanor polite and professional. Jieun’s expression shifted seamlessly. Her innocent, disarming smile—the one that had charmed millions—lit up her face as she glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with a hidden delight.

“That was the best pasta sauce I’ve ever had,” she said sweetly, her voice light and cheerful, the very picture of composure. The subtle glance she shot your way was enough to make you nearly choke on your wine, her grin sparkling with barely concealed mischief.

The waiter nodded and thanked her, oblivious as he moved on, leaving the two of you alone once more. The tension between you crackled in the air with a new found energy that left you speechless. Jieun leaned back in her chair, taking a slow sip of her water, her lips glistening as her gaze lingered on yours.

For Jieun, the moment felt like a revelation. She had stepped outside the rigid mold that had defined her for so long, reclaiming a piece of herself that no one else could see. This was an adventure she wouldn’t soon forget, a memory that would stay with her long after the night ended. Her heart swelled with a sense of freedom, the knowledge that tonight, she had lived—not as the nation’s innocent idol, but as herself.

Once the meal was finished and the table cleared, the tension between you and Jieun reached a fever pitch. Every glance, every fleeting touch throughout dinner had been building to this moment. It felt as though the two of you had been balancing on a razor’s edge of anticipation, and neither of you could wait any longer. As the waiter placed the receipt on the table, you exchanged a quick, charged look, your hearts pounding in unison.

As you stood to leave, Jieun’s fingers brushed against yours, the simple touch igniting a surge of heat that rippled through you. The two of you began making your way toward the restaurant’s back hallway, where the restrooms were discreetly located. The air between you crackled with unspoken intent, your pace quickening slightly as if each step brought you closer to the inevitable release of all the pent-up tension.

Just as you passed the bar, Jieun’s movements faltered for a split second. Her gaze flicked toward a woman seated at one of the corner tables. The woman’s profile—delicate jawline, loose waves cascading down her shoulders—was partially obscured by the low-hanging light fixtures, but it was enough to make Jieun’s breath catch. Her pulse quickened as recognition bloomed in her chest. It looked just like Seulgi.

For a brief moment, Jieun’s thoughts veered away from you. The possibility of her close friend, her fellow idol, sitting just meters away sent a nervous flutter through her. What was she doing here? Was it really her? A pang of unease clashed with the heat she still felt from your earlier teasing. Her eyes lingered on the woman for a heartbeat longer, her lips parting slightly in surprise.

“Jieun?” you murmured, glancing back as you noticed her sudden hesitation.

She blinked, her lips pressing together as if to steady herself. Shaking her head, she whispered softly, “It’s nothing.” A faint flush crept across her cheeks, though whether it was from the thought of Seulgi or the tension building between the two of you, she wasn’t entirely sure. “Let’s go.”

As she turned her focus back to you, her fingers brushed yours again, and the electricity between you reignited. The thought of Seulgi was fleeting; the pull of the moment was far too strong to resist. Whatever she’d seen—or thought she’d seen—didn’t matter now. All that mattered was the shared anticipation, the magnetic force drawing the two of you closer. Nothing else could break the spell.

Once inside the women’s restroom, the intensity reached its breaking point. The door shut behind you, and the air between you seemed to crackle with electricity. Without a word, you pulled Jieun close, your lips crashing into hers with an urgency that left no room for hesitation. Her hands gripped the back of your neck as she melted into you, her breath hitching with each movement.

Your hands slid to her thighs, gripping her firmly as you lifted her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped tightly around your waist, locking you into her as her body shifted into position. Her arms clasped behind your neck, her fingers interlacing to steady herself. She arched slightly, her body horizontal to yours as she hung off you, her back supported by your strong grip on her hips.

Jieun tilted her head back, her hair spilling in waves as her body swayed slightly with each adjustment. If she tilted her head further, she could see the world upside down, the thrilling perspective only adding to the sense of wild abandon that pulsed between you.

With one hand, you shifted her skirt higher, the silky fabric gathering around her hips to reveal the dampened lace beneath. The sight alone sent a surge of heat through your veins, your breathing growing heavier as you reached down to slide the fabric aside. The softness of her skin, already slick with arousal, was like fire against your fingertips. She gasped softly, her voice trembling with anticipation, as she instinctively pressed closer to you. Her thighs squeezed around your hips, their warmth and tension radiating through you, a silent plea for more.

The heat between her legs was unmistakable, her need palpable in the way her body trembled against yours. The faint, intoxicating scent of her arousal mingled with the cool, slightly briny air of the aquarium, creating a heady mix that left your senses spinning.

“You’re already so wet,” you whispered, your voice a low growl against her ear. Your thumb brushed lightly against her folds, feeling the slickness there. “All of this just for me?”

Jieun let out a shaky laugh, her lips curving into a wicked smile even as her breaths came faster. “You know it is,” she murmured, her voice breathy and tinged with hunger. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night.”

“Good,” you growled, your grip on her hips tightening possessively. “Because I’m not holding back anymore.”

With deliberate precision, you positioned yourself at her entrance, her body eagerly yielding as you pushed inside her with one smooth motion. The heat and tightness enveloped you, drawing a deep groan from your chest as her gasp turned into a soft, breathy moan. Her legs tightened instinctively around your waist, pulling you closer, and her back arched slightly, the motion perfectly aligning your bodies.

“Oh, my God,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with every syllable. “You feel… so good.”

You gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements as you began to thrust, each motion sending her rocking slightly in your arms. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps, her chest pressing against you as her arms locked tightly behind your neck. The friction of her skin against yours, the flushed warmth of her cheeks, and the quiver in her voice with every moan heightened your desire.

“You like this, don’t you?” you murmured, your voice rough with need as you leaned closer, your lips grazing the delicate curve of her ear. “Hanging off me, completely at my mercy.”

“Yes,” she gasped, her voice breaking with raw desire as her head tilted back, exposing the graceful curve of her neck. “I love it… you’re so deep.”

Her hair swayed with each movement, the strands brushing against your hands as you held her firmly. The soft glow of the lights reflected in her flushed skin, her trembling frame completely in sync with you. Every thrust seemed to delve deeper, pulling louder moans and broken cries from her lips.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” you groaned, your lips trailing down to her neck. You left small, heated kisses along her skin, your teeth grazing lightly as you marked her. The faint tang of her skin, mingled with the heady scent of her arousal, lingered on your tongue, adding to the overwhelming intensity of the moment. “I could keep you like this all night.”

Her moans grew louder, her nails digging into the back of your neck as she clung to you, her body trembling uncontrollably. “God,” she breathed, her voice quivering with desperation. “You’re going to make me… I’m so close.”

Your hands dug into her hips, your movements becoming more deliberate as you pulled her onto you with each powerful thrust. The tightness of her body, the way her thighs clung to you as though she were holding on for dear life, and her cries echoing off the walls around you—all of it pushed you closer to the edge.

“You’re close?” you teased, your voice dripping with dominance as you nipped at her ear. “Then let me feel it. Let me feel you fall apart for me.”

Her body shook violently in your arms, her legs tightening as tremors began to course through her. Her breath hitched, and her cries turned into soft, desperate gasps as she teetered on the edge. “Yes… yes,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need, her hips bucking against you in frantic, erratic motions. She was so close, the tension within her building to an unbearable crescendo—

Then, the bathroom door creaked open.

Both of you froze, your breaths catching as the sound of footsteps echoed against the tiled floor. Jieun’s hand flew to her mouth, stifling a gasp as her wide eyes met yours in panic. Her heart pounded so loudly she was certain whoever had just walked in could hear it.

The footsteps paused just outside your stall. The figure on the other side of the door lingered, and you could feel Jieun’s body tense against yours as the thrill of being caught sent a shiver through her.

Outside, Seulgi stood by the sink, her sharp gaze sweeping the room. She noticed a familiar pair of shoes peeking out from under the stall door—ones she had seen Jieun wear many times before. She stepped closer, her curiosity piqued.

Then, from inside the stall, a faint, muffled gasp slipped out, catching Seulgi’s attention. Her brow furrowed as she stopped mid-step. “Are you okay in there?” she called out, her voice tinged with genuine worry.

Jieun’s eyes widened at the sound of Seulgi’s voice. Panic flashed across her face, but the edge of excitement mingled with it. She took a quick, steadying breath, her voice trembling slightly as she replied, “Y-Yes! I’m fine!”

Seulgi tilted her head, unconvinced. “You sure? You sound… a little out of breath,” she pressed, her tone filled with concern and curiosity.

You tightened your grip on Jieun, your hands steadying her trembling frame as the heat between you built impossibly higher. Leaning in, you whispered against her ear, “She’s not leaving… Maybe you should let her hear just how fine you really feel.” Your breath was hot against her flushed skin, sending another shiver down her spine. Her thighs tightened instinctively around your hips as your teasing words pushed her closer to the edge.

Jieun’s lips parted in a soft gasp, her breath trembling as you resumed your deep, deliberate thrusts. The tight, intimate space of the stall heightened every sensation, the tension making her body more sensitive with every passing second. Her nails dug into your shoulders, her attempt to steady herself faltering as her need became overwhelming.

Seulgi knocked again, her voice cutting through the charged air. “Are you sure you’re okay in there? Should I come in and check on you?” she asked, her tone laced with concern.

Jieun’s voice wavered as she bit down on her lip, fighting to keep the telltale sounds of her pleasure in check. “No!” she said sharply, her tone a mix of panic and desperation. “I’m… I’m fine. Really.”

You leaned in closer, your lips grazing her ear as you murmured, “You’re doing so well… but she’s not buying it. Let her hear just enough.” Your hips moved harder, deeper, your thrusts slow and precise, amplifying the heat coursing through her.

“Absolutely sure?” Seulgi asked, her tone dipping with suspicion now.

Jieun struggled to respond, her voice barely steady as she whispered, “Yes… please, just go…”

Seulgi hesitated on the other side of the stall, her voice softening into a teasing lilt. “ Wait…Jieun?” she called, the curiosity in her tone unmistakable.

Jieun’s body stiffened in your arms, her wide eyes darting up to meet yours in panic. Her breathing hitched, her fingers tightening against your back. The moment froze between you, her lips forming silent protests as she desperately tried to compose herself.

The silence outside the stall stretched for a moment before the faint sound of Seulgi rummaging through her bag filled the air. “Let’s see…” she murmured, and Jieun’s entire body tensed further.

Then, the sudden chime of Jieun’s phone shattered the tension. The ringtone echoed loudly in the stall, leaving no room for doubt. Seulgi’s soft laugh followed, rich with amusement and certainty. “Ah-ha! I knew it!” she exclaimed, her tone turning playful. “Jieun, don’t even try to deny it now.”

The thrill of recognition, the undeniable fact that she’d been caught, only fueled Jieun’s excitement. Her breath hitched as the sensation inside her built impossibly fast, a crescendo she could no longer resist. Her head tilted back, her arms clasping tighter behind your neck, and her legs gripped your waist with desperate intensity. Suspended in your arms, her body was entirely under your control, each thrust driving her higher and higher. The tension inside her snapped abruptly, like a dam breaking under relentless pressure.

“Fuck!” she gasped, her voice cracking with the force of her release as her climax hit like a tidal wave, consuming her completely. Her body tensed in your grip, every muscle taut as if caught in a moment of suspended time, before trembling violently with the sheer power of her orgasm. Her back arched sharply, pressing her chest against yours, her nails digging into your shoulders in a desperate attempt to ground herself amidst the storm of sensation.

Her moans, though choked and stifled against the urgency of the moment, escaped in raw, broken gasps, each one betraying the depth of her pleasure. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably around your waist, gripping you tightly as if to hold onto the intensity coursing through her. The wet heat of her arousal soaked through, a vivid reminder of just how deeply lost she was in the moment.

You gripped her hips firmly, your fingers pressing into her soft skin as you slowed your movements, keeping her steady while her body pulsed around you. Her walls clenched rhythmically, each spasm sending aftershocks rippling through her trembling frame. Her head tilted back further, her hair spilling in loose waves as her mouth hung open, releasing breathless whimpers between shallow, uneven breaths.

Her chest heaved against yours, her flushed skin damp with the sheen of exertion, each shuddering gasp a testament to the force of her release. Her trembling legs, once locked tightly around your waist, began to relax slightly as the waves of her climax slowly began to ebb. Still, her body quaked with the lingering echoes of pleasure, the aftershocks leaving her utterly spent in your arms.

“Good girl,” you murmured, your voice low and steady, a grounding force against the chaos of her sensations. “Let it all out. I’ve got you.”

Jieun whimpered softly in response, her grip on your shoulders loosening as her body melted into yours. Her head slumped forward, resting in the crook of your neck as she clung to you, her breath warm and uneven against your skin. The final ripples of her climax left her trembling, her body completely surrendered to the safety of your embrace as the intensity gradually faded into a blissful calm.

Just as her breathing began to steady, the quiet of the stall was interrupted by a soft, amused voice that broke the moment and sent a new wave of tension through the air.

She glanced up at you, her wide eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. The reality of being caught, of Seulgi knowing exactly what was happening, sent another thrill coursing through her, even as she struggled to collect herself.

Jieun bit her lip, her chest still heaving as her gaze darted toward the stall door. Her body trembled slightly from the lingering aftershocks of her release, but her determination shone through the blush on her cheeks. After a brief hesitation, she nodded at you with shaky resolve. Releasing one hand from behind your neck, she reached out and unlocked the stall door, letting it swing open just enough.

The faint creak of the door was followed by Seulgi’s sharp intake of breath. Her gaze swept over the scene, her lips parting as her eyes widened, taking in the full picture. Jieun, leaning against you in disheveled perfection, her tousled hair framing a face flushed with both exertion and satisfaction. Her lips were swollen from kisses, and her breath came in soft, uneven gasps. The afterglow of her climax clung to her like a halo, her vulnerability mingling with the undeniable satisfaction in her posture.

Your hands remained firmly on her waist, holding her possessively against you as you watched Seulgi’s expression shift from surprise to something deeper—curiosity, intrigue, and unmistakable arousal. Seulgi’s eyes lingered, taking in every detail: the way Jieun’s head rested lightly on your shoulder, the way her chest still rose and fell with each shaky breath, the way the tension in the air crackled with unspoken possibilities.

“Wow…” Seulgi murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… didn’t realize you two were having this much fun.”

A flicker of heat crossed her face as her gaze met Jieun’s. The intensity of the moment hung between the three of you, the shared secret drawing you closer as Seulgi’s words carried a weight that promised more to come.

Jieun’s cheeks flushed even deeper, but she didn’t look away. Her expression was a captivating mix of embarrassment and exhilaration, her lingering gaze on Seulgi carrying an unspoken acknowledgment of the moment they were all sharing. The tension hung thick in the air, a silent invitation sparking between the three of you, leaving possibilities none of you had fully anticipated.

Seulgi’s lips parted as if to speak, but instead, she leaned in slightly, her voice teasing yet laced with genuine intrigue. “Well… don’t let me stop you. But maybe… next time, let me know,” she murmured, her words hovering between jest and curiosity. A faint smile played on her lips as she stepped back, her eyes flicking between you and Jieun.

Jieun’s breath was beginning to steady, the tremors from her recent release softening into an undeniable confidence. Her initial embarrassment faded, replaced with a playful boldness. She met Seulgi’s gaze, her pulse quickening at the sight of her friend’s barely concealed intrigue. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile, her voice light yet deliberate. “Well… if you’re in the mood… maybe ‘next time’ could be now?”

Seulgi’s eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushing as the invitation sank in. The spark in Jieun’s eyes, combined with her confident posture as she leaned into you, made it clear this wasn’t a passing suggestion. Seulgi’s gaze darted between the two of you, her composure momentarily faltering as the thrill of the situation hit her.

“You’re serious?” she asked softly, her tone a mix of intrigue and nervous hesitation. Her eyes flicked to Jieun, then to you, before landing somewhere between the two of you as if searching for confirmation.

Jieun stepped forward, her confidence radiating as she gently took Seulgi’s hand in hers. “Come on,” she said softly, her tone both playful and reassuring. Without giving Seulgi much time to question it, Jieun tugged her toward the larger disability stall at the end of the restroom. With a glance back at you and a small, knowing smile, she nudged Seulgi inside, and the three of you slipped into the space together. Jieun turned the lock with a firm, decisive click, the sound seeming to seal the shared moment.

Inside the stall, Seulgi’s eyes traveled over Jieun, taking in every detail: her tousled hair, her flushed cheeks, and the easy way she leaned into you with a comfortable intimacy that felt utterly magnetic. The raw closeness of the scene left Seulgi’s pulse racing, her nerves mingling with curiosity as she stood still, unsure of what to do next.

Jieun didn’t hesitate. Moving closer to Seulgi, she offered a teasing smile, her hand brushing lightly down Seulgi’s arm in a touch that was both gentle and deliberate. “Don’t be shy, Seulgi,” Jieun murmured, her voice soft yet laced with playful confidence. “You’re with us.”

Seulgi’s cheeks grew pinker, her breath hitching slightly as she glanced down at Jieun’s hand resting lightly on her arm. “I just… I mean… I was sort of joking earlier,” she admitted, her words trailing off as her voice softened with hesitation.

Jieun let out a quiet, melodic laugh, her confidence shining as she tilted her head, her gaze warm and inviting. “Oh, I think you’re going to like this,” she replied, her tone light yet charged with meaning. Her hand slid upward, brushing a strand of hair from Seulgi’s face. Her movements were deliberate, her fingers lingering as she added in a softer voice, “Just relax.”

Before Seulgi could respond, Jieun leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, her lips lingering for a moment before pulling back. Her smile deepened as she met Seulgi’s gaze, her expression filled with encouragement and boldness. “See?” Jieun whispered, her tone playful but reassuring. 

With that, the space between all three of you seemed to dissolve completely. Each touch and glance was filled with shared anticipation as Seulgi fully joined in, her hands and lips meeting yours and Jieun’s, bringing an added layer of intensity to the moment. The larger stall seemed to shrink as the three of you moved together, every movement deliberate and filled with unspoken understanding.

Inside the confined space, the air was heavy with warmth and the intoxicating blend of perfume, sweat, and raw desire. Seulgi leaned back against the tiled wall, her cheeks flushed with heat, her chest rising and falling with quickened breaths. Her wide eyes flicked between you and Jieun, glinting with a mixture of boldness and nerves. She bit her lower lip, the gesture as much an attempt to steady herself as it was an invitation.

Jieun, sensing Seulgi’s hesitance, stepped closer, her hands finding their way to Seulgi’s waist. Her touch was firm yet gentle as she began sliding her hands upward, finding the hem of Seulgi’s blouse. “Let me help,” Jieun whispered, her voice warm and encouraging as she guided the fabric up and over Seulgi’s head. Seulgi lifted her arms obediently, her lips parting slightly as her breath hitched.

The soft light of the stall illuminated Seulgi’s now-exposed skin, her collarbone glistening faintly, and the hint of nervous excitement in her eyes deepened. Jieun smiled reassuringly, leaning in to place a featherlight kiss on Seulgi’s shoulder before her hands moved lower. With practiced ease, Jieun unfastened Seulgi’s skirt, letting it pool around her ankles. Seulgi’s hands rested lightly on Jieun’s shoulders for balance, her chest rising and falling as the cool air kissed her exposed thighs.

“You’re beautiful,” Jieun murmured, her words tender but brimming with sincerity as she traced her fingers along the waistband of Seulgi’s panties, stopping just shy of pulling them down. The intimacy of the moment drew Seulgi’s gaze down to meet Jieun’s, her lips trembling slightly as she nodded silently.

Jieun leaned in, brushing her lips against Seulgi’s in a kiss that was both gentle and charged, her hands moving to steady Seulgi as she stepped out of her skirt. With one last glance up at her, Jieun pulled the delicate fabric of Seulgi’s panties down, leaving her fully bare and vulnerable between the two of you.

Seulgi shivered slightly, whether from the cool air or the overwhelming intensity of the moment, it was impossible to tell. But the way her hands instinctively reached for yours and Jieun’s spoke volumes. The three of you stood close, the weight of the moment heavy but electrifying, as Seulgi’s walls melted away completely under your shared attention.

When you positioned yourself closer, Seulgi’s voice broke the silence, soft and trembling. “Do you… have a condom?” she asked, her gaze flicking between you and Jieun. You exchanged a quick glance with Jieun, shaking your heads almost in unison.

Seulgi hesitated only for a second before her lips curved into a daring smile. Her eyes darted back to yours as she murmured, “Then… maybe we can still make this work if… we try it another way.”

Her suggestion lingered in the air, sparking a new thrill between the three of you. Moving with deliberate ease, Seulgi wrapped her arms around your neck, her body pressing closer against yours. Her skin was warm beneath your touch as she lifted one leg, hooking it high, her calf resting against your shoulder. The stretch of her body was graceful yet provocative, her other foot planted firmly on the tiled floor for balance. The position opened her to you completely, her breath hitching as your hands found her hips to steady her.

Her back arched slightly, her head tipping back against the cool wall as she adjusted to the new position. Her breath was a soft gasp, her cheeks glowing with both arousal and the vulnerability of being completely exposed. The angle gave her a sense of surrender that only heightened her excitement, her hands resting on your shoulders for support, fingers occasionally curling into your skin.

Jieun, watching with a playful smile, stepped closer. Her hands glided up Seulgi’s outstretched thigh, her touch light and teasing, drawing a soft, shuddering breath from Seulgi. “Relax,” Jieun murmured, her voice smooth and reassuring. “You’re going to love this.”

As you positioned yourself, the tip of your length pressed against the tight ring of Seulgi’s entrance. Her breath hitched sharply, her body instinctively tensing as her fingers gripped your shoulders for support. Slowly, deliberately, you began to push forward. The resistance was immediate—her muscles taut and trembling as they struggled to accommodate you. Every inch was an exploration, a careful coaxing as her body gradually yielded to the pressure, her tightness embracing you with a searing, almost overwhelming intensity.

Seulgi’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting in a silent gasp as she felt herself stretch in ways she never had before. The sensation was intense—an unfamiliar mix of pressure and fullness that sent sparks of heat coursing through her. Each millimeter seemed to awaken new nerves, her mind reeling as she adjusted to the unrelenting stretch.

“Oh…” The sound escaped her as a soft, unsteady whisper, her voice laced with awe. Her brows knitted together in concentration, her cheeks flushing deeper with every passing second. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, each exhale trembling as the pressure inside her built, sending shivers along her spine. “I didn’t think… it would feel like this…” she admitted, her voice quivering with both astonishment and growing pleasure.

Her fingers clutched at your shoulders, their grip firm as if anchoring herself against the rush of sensations. Her moans began quietly, tentative and exploratory, like a melody being discovered. But as her body softened to you, the sounds grew, confidence unfurling with each passing moment. Jieun, ever attentive, leaned closer, her soft lips finding Seulgi’s collarbone, trailing playful, delicate kisses along her flushed skin. The attention made Seulgi shudder, her breath catching as she melted further into the moment.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Jieun whispered, her voice a sultry thread of encouragement against Seulgi’s ear. The words sent a visible tremor through her, her spine arching slightly, her body instinctively moving in rhythm with yours as she nodded, her movements hesitant but full of yearning.

“Yes… he’s… so big…” Seulgi murmured breathlessly, her voice breaking into a soft moan as you deepened your pace. Her inner muscles fluttered with every purposeful thrust, the exquisite tightness heightening the intensity of every movement. Her leg, stretched high on your shoulder, offered the perfect angle for deeper, more deliberate strokes, each motion drawing a gasp or a trembling sigh from her lips. Her flushed cheeks and trembling frame spoke of the raw honesty of her surrender, the moment etched with vulnerability and desire.

The tightness of the position amplified every sensation, each thrust an intense, electric connection between you. Seulgi’s flushed cheeks glowed, her half-lidded eyes shining with vulnerability and pleasure. Jieun’s hands caressed her thigh, the warmth of her touch grounding yet teasing as she leaned in, her presence anchoring Seulgi in the storm of overwhelming sensations.

“I… I can’t believe this…” Seulgi whispered, her voice breathless and tinged with awe. Her lips brushed your shoulder as she spoke, her body trembling as she clung to you and Jieun for support, completely immersed in the moment.

Jieun’s lips pressed a gentle kiss to Seulgi’s temple, her fingers threading through Seulgi’s damp hair. “You’re doing amazing,” she murmured, her tone soft yet edged with playful confidence. The reassurance brought a flicker of a smile to Seulgi’s lips, even as another gasping cry escaped her, her body arching into your deepening rhythm.

The air around you was thick with heat and intimacy, the cramped stall brimming with a charged energy that left none of you untouched. Seulgi’s moans grew louder, her voice rising with each deliberate movement, her hands clutching you with an almost desperate intensity. Her body moved instinctively with yours, a perfect harmony of push and pull, tension and release, as she surrendered completely to the moment.

Not stopping there, Jieun slid gracefully to her knees, the cold tiles sending a slight shiver through her as the warmth radiating from Seulgi’s trembling body pulled her in. Her eyes glinted with mischief as they locked onto Seulgi’s, taking in her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and the way her breaths came in short, desperate gasps. Seulgi’s composure was completely undone, her vulnerability and desire laid bare.

“You really are breathtaking, Seulgi,” Jieun murmured, her voice a low caress that sent a visible shiver through her. The words left Seulgi speechless, her lips trembling as she tried to form a response, but only a quiet, shaky exhale escaped. Jieun smirked, trailing her fingers teasingly along Seulgi’s thighs before spreading them gently, exposing her completely.

As you maintained your deep, steady rhythm, Seulgi’s body rocked against yours, her soft cries and gasps reverberating through the confined space. Her head tilted back, her hair cascading as her lips parted further, releasing trembling breaths. Her body was taut with anticipation, every nerve heightened as she felt the building intensity.

Jieun leaned in, her warm breath brushing against Seulgi’s slick entrance, sending a jolt through her already trembling frame. With deliberate care, Jieun placed a soft, exploratory kiss against her folds, her lips moving gently over the sensitive skin. The sensation drew a broken gasp from Seulgi, her hips twitching as the unfamiliar yet overwhelming attention consumed her.

Jieun’s tongue followed, warm and languid, tracing slow, deliberate strokes along Seulgi’s folds. The taste of her arousal lingered on Jieun’s tongue as she savored each movement, her hands gripping Seulgi’s thighs firmly to hold her steady. Seulgi whimpered, her fingers clutching at your shoulders for support, her body trembling as the sensations intensified.

“Look at you,” Jieun murmured between strokes, her voice dripping with teasing admiration. “So perfect… so ready for us.”

The gentle pressure of Jieun’s tongue against her folds, combined with your deliberate, steady thrusts, pushed Seulgi closer to the edge. Her breathing became erratic, her body pressing instinctively into Jieun’s touch. The warmth of Jieun’s breath, the slick glide of her tongue, and the way you filled her deeply created a symphony of sensations that left Seulgi completely undone.

Her soft moans turned to pleading gasps, her thighs trembling in Jieun’s hold as her body gave in to the rising tide of pleasure. Each stroke of Jieun’s tongue and the firm grip of your hands guided her higher, her movements increasingly erratic as she teetered on the brink. The intensity between the three of you was electric, each moment drawing Seulgi deeper into the overwhelming heat of the moment.

Jieun’s mouth moved with deliberate care, her tongue tracing intricate patterns along Seulgi, each movement soft but purposeful. Seulgi’s body stiffened at the sensation, her breaths hitching as Jieun’s warm tongue explored her slick entrance. The delicate, tantalizing strokes made her hips roll instinctively, chasing the sensation with unrestrained need.

Seulgi’s body rocked against you, her back arching slightly as every motion elicited a soft, breathy moan that echoed off the tiled walls. Her hands clutched at your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as her head fell back, her neck arching gracefully. Her features were completely unguarded, a beautiful display of raw vulnerability and pleasure.

“Please,” she whimpered, her voice trembling and barely audible. “I… I can’t—oh my god…”

“You can take it,” you growled softly, your hands tightening on her hips to keep her steady. The authority in your voice sent a shiver through her, her body trembling with both anticipation and surrender.

Jieun’s lips curved into a knowing smile against Seulgi’s entrance before she adjusted her rhythm, her tongue flicking and gliding in perfect harmony with your deep, steady thrusts. The attention was unrelenting, every stroke of her tongue deliberate and calculated to draw Seulgi closer to the edge. Her lips brushed over Seulgi’s heated skin, pressing gentle kisses between each motion, teasing her further.

Seulgi’s cries grew higher and more desperate, her body responding with an unrestrained fervor as the tension inside her built to an unbearable peak. Her hands tightened around your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as if anchoring herself against the storm of sensations. Her legs shook against you, the tremors a physical testament to her escalating need, her entire body teetering on the edge.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped suddenly, her voice cracking as her climax surged through her like a tidal wave. Her entire frame went rigid, her muscles tightening as if time itself had momentarily stopped. You felt it vividly—the tight ring of her ass quivered and pulsed around you, each contraction squeezing you in rhythm with her release, her body responding instinctively to the depth of your connection. The sheer intensity of it sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, the primal intimacy almost overwhelming.

Jieun, still nestled between Seulgi’s trembling thighs, felt the flood of sensation in her own way. The slick folds of Seulgi’s center quivered against Jieun’s lips, the trembling warmth transmitting every pulse of her orgasm. Jieun couldn’t help but smile against her, the quaking response like a song of pleasure only she could hear and feel. Her tongue slowed its movements, offering gentle, soothing strokes that coaxed Seulgi through the peaks and valleys of her release.

Seulgi’s body shook violently, her thighs squeezing around Jieun’s shoulders as her hands clutched desperately at you for stability. Her cries, muffled against your neck, were raw and trembling, each one punctuated by the rhythmic spasms that overtook her. The sheer force of her orgasm left her breathless, her chest heaving against yours as the ripples of her climax spread through her like aftershocks.

Her head tilted back slightly, her face glowing with the intensity of her release, her damp hair clinging to her flushed cheeks. Her lips parted as she let out a final, soft whimper, her body collapsing into your arms. The lingering tremors in her muscles and the warmth radiating from her skin made her feel utterly fragile and entirely yours in that moment.

As Seulgi’s body began to come down from her high, her trembling legs and quivering muscles spoke of the overwhelming climax she’d just experienced. Her chest rose and fell in rapid breaths, her head resting momentarily on your shoulder as her arms clung to you for stability. The aftershocks rippled through her, each small convulsion eliciting a soft gasp or whimper.

But you weren’t ready to stop. You continued to thrust into her, your movements slow but deliberate, drawing new waves of sensation from her already oversensitive body. Her nails dug into your shoulders as she let out a breathless moan, her voice laced with surprise and surrender.

“I-I’m so sensitive,” she whimpered, her voice trembling as you held her steady. Yet, even through her overstimulation, there was a flicker of hunger in her tone, a silent invitation for more.

Jieun, ever attentive, leaned in close, pressing a soft kiss to Seulgi’s temple as her fingers slid along Seulgi’s slick, trembling thighs. “You’re not done yet,” Jieun whispered, her voice teasing and sultry. “We’re going to make you feel everything.”

Slipping two inside Seulgi with practiced ease. The slick heat welcomed her instantly, and with a deft curl, she pressed against Seulgi’s g-spot, her movements precise and rhythmic. Seulgi gasped sharply, her back arching as her overstimulated nerves sparked to life again. Her moans grew louder, breathless cries that filled the stall as Jieun’s fingers pumped steadily.

“You like this, don’t you?” Jieun murmured against Seulgi’s flushed skin, her lips brushing just below her navel. “You like the way my boyfriend’s cock feels inside you. Look at how good you’re taking him.”

Seulgi’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking against both you and Jieun’s relentless rhythm. “Y-Yes,” she gasped, her voice trembling, “oh my God, yes…”

Jieun smirked, her confidence growing as she saw Seulgi unravel. Her fingers pumped faster, the slick, wet sounds echoing in the confined space. “That’s it,” Jieun whispered, her tone a mix of teasing and command. “You’re going to cum so hard for us, aren’t you? You’re going to show us just how much you love being filled like this.”

“Oh fuck… I can’t…” Seulgi whimpered, her head falling back against the stall wall, her body tightening as the overwhelming sensations built to an unbearable peak. Her cries turned desperate, her legs trembling as her free leg strained for balance while the one on your shoulder quivered violently.

Jieun’s lips descended further, her warm breath brushing Seulgi’s sensitive flesh before her mouth captured Seulgi’s clit. The sensation was immediate and devastating. Jieun’s tongue swirled and flicked with skill, her lips sealing tightly as she sucked gently, intensifying the pleasure radiating through Seulgi’s body. Her fingers inside Seulgi never faltered, each curl and thrust perfectly timed to push her closer to the edge.

“You’re going to cum for us again, one last time,” Jieun said against her, her voice muffled but dripping with authority. “Come on, let go. I want to feel you fall apart.”

The combination of Jieun’s relentless mouth, her fingers stroking Seulgi’s most sensitive spot, and your deep, steady thrusts was an intoxicating overload. Seulgi’s cries grew louder, her body jerking uncontrollably as she clutched at both of you. Her nails dug into your shoulders and Jieun’s hair as she gasped.

Her inner muscles clenched around you with an intensity that bordered on overwhelming, the rhythmic pulsing pulling you deeper into her. Her voice broke into a scream as every nerve in her body seemed to ignite with pleasure. Jieun, ever attentive, stayed locked onto Seulgi’s clit, her tongue flicking with precision, her fingers curling harder, pushing Seulgi to the precipice of an entirely new realm of sensation.

Jieun noticed how close you were as well, her keen intuition picking up on every subtle shift in your breath and movement. Lifting her head briefly from Seulgi’s clit, her lips glistening with Seulgi’s arousal, she didn’t pause for long. Her thumb immediately replaced her mouth, rubbing firm, deliberate circles over the swollen nub. Her movements were precise, each stroke designed to maintain the building tension in Seulgi’s trembling body.

Jieun’s fingers never faltered, pumping rhythmically inside Seulgi, curling just right to press against her g-spot with unrelenting precision. Seulgi’s breath hitched, her hips rocking against Jieun’s hand as her cries grew more desperate. Jieun leaned in again, her mischievous eyes flicking up to meet yours, a smirk playing at the corners of her damp lips.

Then, with a wicked glint in her eye, Jieun shifted her focus. Her tongue flicked out, delicate and teasing, as she leaned toward you. Her warm breath ghosted over your sensitive entrance before her tongue made contact, tracing slow, deliberate circles around the tight ring of muscle. The sensation was electrifying, the wet warmth of her tongue contrasting with the overwhelming tightness of Seulgi’s body clenching around you.

Jieun’s tongue moved with exquisite care, alternating between firm pressure and featherlight strokes, each flick sending a shiver up your spine. She leaned in further, her hands steady on Seulgi as she balanced herself to focus on you fully. The way her tongue explored you was intimate, her motions filled with a mixture of playfulness and intent. She seemed to delight in your reaction, her soft hum of satisfaction vibrating faintly against you.

“Fuck, Jieun,” you groaned, your voice thick with raw pleasure. Your thrusts stuttered slightly, the dual sensation of Seulgi’s tightness and Jieun’s tender caress overwhelming every nerve.

She chuckled softly, her warm breath sent shivers down your spine as her tongue continued its wicked dance against your sensitive entrance. Her deliberate, teasing strokes were maddening, contrasting perfectly with the tight heat of Seulgi wrapped around you. 

Seulgi’s body trembled violently, her breath catching in desperate gasps. Her thighs quivered against you, one hooked over your shoulder as her nails clawed at your back, anchoring herself through the overwhelming sensations. Every thrust sent her closer to the edge, her cries becoming higher and more frantic. “I-I can’t—oh God, I’m so close!” she whimpered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Jieun lifted her head, pulling back from you with a wicked grin, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips. She shifted slightly, sitting back on her heels, her mischievous eyes locking onto Seulgi as she kept her thumb and fingers working with unrelenting skill. “Come on, Seulgi,” Jieun purred, her tone dripping with seduction. “Let go for us. Show me how much you like the way he fills you.”

Seulgi’s moans escalated into cries of desperation. Her muscles clenched around you tightly, her body arching as the overwhelming sensations pushed her over the precipice. “Oh my God, I’m—I’m—!” she screamed as the dam finally broke. Her climax hit like a storm, her body convulsing uncontrollably as a hot, sudden rush of fluid erupted from her, drenching Jieun completely.

The warm liquid sprayed over Jieun’s chest, face, and hair, the intensity of the release leaving Seulgi sobbing with pleasure. Her thighs trembled against you, her body went limp as she held onto you, trying to keep herself upright. “Oh fuck!” she gasped, her voice broken and raw as her body continued to quiver.

Jieun, her chest rising and falling with excitement, glanced down at herself, her lips curling into a playful smile as the liquid dripped down her skin. “Look at you,” she murmured, her voice husky and teasing. “So messy. So beautiful.”

The sight of Seulgi unraveling, her body shaking with unrestrained pleasure, was enough to tip you over the edge. Her leg, still stretched high on your shoulder, trembled violently, while the other pressed firmly against the floor for balance. Her pulsing, tight ring clenched around you, drawing you deeper into her as if her body refused to let go. The heat and rhythmic spasms of her climax were unlike anything you’d ever felt, sending you hurtling toward your own release. With a deep, guttural groan, you thrust into her one final time, the tension snapping as your release surged forward in a flood of warmth.

Seulgi’s breath hitched sharply, her nails digging into your shoulders as her body reacted to the unfamiliar sensation. Her half-lidded eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting as a soft, tremulous moan escaped her. The warmth of your release spread within her, filling her completely in a way she’d never experienced before. Her body shivered uncontrollably, her mind spinning as the sensation tipped her into a new wave of blissful aftershocks.

“Oh…wow” she murmured, her voice shaky and raw as her muscles quivered, every pulse drawing out the lingering heat inside her. The intimate sensation left her breathless, her head resting against your shoulder as she clung to you for support. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as her body instinctively responded, each flutter of her muscles milking the last remnants of your release.

As you slowly began to withdraw, the sensitivity of the moment overwhelmed her. The gradual slide of your length, slick with the evidence of your union, caused her to gasp softly, her body shivering from the sudden emptiness. The cool air against her heated skin only heightened her awareness of the loss, the contrast stark and intimate. “I can feel…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her head tilting forward in a dazed mix of wonder and exhaustion.

Her trembling legs struggled to support her as her body instinctively clenched, missing the warmth that had just left her. The sensation of your release still lingering within her was both strange and deeply satisfying, a reminder of the closeness you’d just shared.

Jieun, ever attentive, leaned forward with a soft, knowing smile. Her damp hair clung to her flushed cheeks as she trailed her lips down Seulgi’s trembling thigh, her breath warm and intimate against her oversensitive skin. With Seulgi’s leg still perched on your shoulder, her body open and exposed, Jieun moved closer, her tongue darting out to clean the traces of your release.

Seulgi’s entire body shuddered as she felt the warm, deliberate strokes of Jieun’s tongue against her stretched ring. The sensation was unlike anything she had experienced—intensely intimate and overwhelming, her muscles instinctively quivering with every pass of Jieun’s lips. The soft, wet sound of Jieun’s work, combined with the sensation of her tender scoops and lingering sucks, made Seulgi’s breath hitch. A quiet, trembling whimper escaped her as her hands reached out, weakly gripping Jieun’s hair, seeking something to ground her.

The slick warmth of Jieun’s tongue pressed delicately yet persistently, cleaning every inch of her sensitive skin. Seulgi could feel every flick and caress, her body responding involuntarily with a new wave of tremors as Jieun’s mouth worked its way methodically. Jieun’s lips brushed against the tender area, adding a mix of teasing and care that left Seulgi gasping softly, her legs threatening to give out entirely.

Once satisfied, Jieun leaned back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she licked her lips, savoring the remnants of your release and Seulgi’s arousal. Rising with a fluid grace, she moved toward Seulgi, her expression both predatory and affectionate. Reaching out, she cupped the back of Seulgi’s head, pulling her close until their faces were mere inches apart.

Seulgi’s breath hitched as Jieun closed the distance, capturing her lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. The intimacy of the act was electrifying, the lingering taste of your release mingling between them as their tongues intertwined in a fervent, hungry dance. Seulgi’s hands slid to Jieun’s waist, her grip weak but desperate as she melted into the kiss, her soft moans swallowed by Jieun’s relentless passion.

The taste of you lingered between Jieun and Seulgi, adding a raw intimacy to their kiss. It was fervent yet tender, their shared vulnerability creating a timeless moment between them. Jieun’s hand tangled in Seulgi’s hair, her grip firm but affectionate, grounding them both in the heat of the moment.

The sight was overwhelming. The way their lips moved together, the visible flick of their tongues during brief partings, and the way they shared your essence between them was intoxicating. Each flick of their tongues, every quiet gasp and hum of pleasure, felt magnetic, leaving you teetering on the edge of awe just from watching. The chemistry between them was undeniable, a perfect blend of curiosity and passion that left you captivated.

When their lips finally parted, a faint shimmer of your release still connected them, a delicate thread glistening briefly before Jieun licked it away with a soft hum, her smile warm and satisfied. She glanced at Seulgi, her eyes glowing with affection. “That was… something else,” she murmured, her voice carrying the weight of shared intimacy rather than teasing. Her tone was calm, almost reverent, as if she wanted the moment to linger.

Seulgi let out a breathy laugh, her cheeks still flushed as she leaned back against the cool stall wall for support. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, her legs trembling slightly as she tried to compose herself. “I don’t even know what to say,” she admitted, her voice soft but laced with lingering wonder. “That was… unforgettable. Completely.”

Jieun tucked a strand of damp hair behind her ear, her own breathing still settling. “Unforgettable,” she echoed, her smile softening. “Exactly what it should be.” Her gaze shifted to you briefly, filled with warmth, before returning to Seulgi. “I’m glad you were with us.”

Seulgi nodded, a quiet laugh escaping her as she smoothed down her clothes with trembling hands. “I think I’m the lucky one here,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and sincerity. “But we should probably… you know, clean up a little before someone notices.”

Jieun let out a small laugh, nodding as she adjusted her hair and straightened her outfit. Her reflection in the mirror caught your eye, her flushed cheeks and radiant smile making your heart swell. “Alright,” she said softly, her voice steady now. “Let’s do this without looking guilty, okay?”

Seulgi smirked, her composure slowly returning. “I’ll try,” she said with a chuckle. “But no promises.”

The three of you slipped out of the stall, moving as calmly as you could manage despite the thrill buzzing in the air between you. Each shared glance carried an unspoken agreement to keep cool, but the faint smiles tugging at your lips betrayed the adrenaline still rushing through you.

Just as you neared the door to the dining area, a loud, exasperated voice rang out, cutting through the hum of the restaurant like a sharp knife.

“Ugh, it reeks of sex in here! Who the hell did this?”

The words froze you all mid-step. Jieun slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with mortified delight, barely stifling the laughter threatening to escape. Seulgi’s eyes darted to yours, her expression torn between panic and amusement. For a second, the three of you just stood there, caught like kids who’d been caught red-handed.

Then, as if on cue, the spell broke, and you bolted.

Laughter erupted from all of you as you sprinted through the dining area, the chaos unfolding in perfect synchronization. The manager’s head turned just in time to see you weaving between tables, his shout of, “Hey! Stop right there!” drowned out by the clatter of silverware and your uncontrollable laughter.

Jieun’s hand found yours, her grip firm as she tugged you forward. Her face was lit with exhilaration, her flushed cheeks glowing in the dim restaurant light. The door to the restaurant swung open with a loud bang, and the three of you burst into the cool night air.

None of you dared to look back as your footsteps echoed against the pavement. The adrenaline coursing through your veins mingled with an almost childlike joy, your collective laughter ringing out into the quiet street.

Turning a corner, you slowed to a stop, panting and leaning against the wall for support. Jieun’s head fell back, her laughter bubbling out uncontrollably, her eyes sparkling in the faint glow of a nearby streetlamp. Seulgi leaned forward, hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath, her own laughter interspersed with gasps.

“Oh my God,” Jieun gasped between breaths, her cheeks flushed with exhilaration. “Did we seriously just do that? What are we, teenagers?”

Seulgi, still laughing, shook her head. “Honestly, I’ve had wild nights before, but this? This takes the cake. You two are something else.”

Finally, your pace slowed as the street grew quieter, the laughter tapering off into soft chuckles. Seulgi stopped first, turning to face you and Jieun with a warm, mischievous smile.

“Thanks for letting me be part of this,” Seulgi said softly, breaking the quiet between the three of you. Her tone carried a sincerity that contrasted with her playful grin. She stepped closer, pressing a quick kiss to Jieun’s cheek, then yours. Her gaze lingered for a moment, her smile widening with mischief. “Don’t keep me waiting too long for the next one,” she teased, her voice light but filled with meaning.

Jieun blushed deeply but managed a smile. “We’ll let you know,” she replied, her voice tinged with warmth as she watched Seulgi step back.

Seulgi waved as she turned and headed down the street, disappearing into the glow of the city. The quiet hum of the night filled the space she left behind, and you felt Jieun’s hand tighten slightly around yours.

As you glanced down, Jieun tilted her head to meet your gaze, her eyes shimmering with unspoken gratitude. “I still can’t believe we just did that,” she murmured, her voice tinged with amazement. “I don’t think I ever would have… without you.”

You squeezed her hand, your smile soft and reassuring. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, Jieun. You’re stronger and braver than you think.”

She laughed gently, the sound carrying a mix of disbelief and joy. “It’s because of you,” she admitted, her voice wavering slightly. “You make me feel brave. You make me want to really live—not just go through the motions, but actually feel alive.”

Her words hit you deeply, stirring something in your chest. You stopped walking, turning to face her fully. Reaching up, you tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, your touch lingering. “Jieun, you’ve always had that courage. All I’ve done is show you what’s already there. And I’ll keep reminding you of that—always.”

Her lips curved into a tender smile, her eyes glistening as she leaned into your touch. “You’ve changed my life,” she whispered. “I’ve never felt more like myself than I do with you.”

Pulling her into your arms, you held her close as the cool night air swirled around you. The soft glow of the streetlights painted her face in warm tones, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how serene and radiant she looked. Her usual composed, idol-like demeanor had melted away, replaced with raw, unfiltered happiness.

“I love you,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead, the words coming effortlessly.

Her cheeks flushed, her smile softening as she looked up at you. “I love you too,” she replied, her voice steady and full of emotion. “More than I ever thought I could love anyone.”

The moment stretched as the world seemed to fade around you, leaving just the two of you beneath the open sky. Her arms looped around your neck, and you leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss that was slow and meaningful. Every touch, every movement spoke of a love that was deep and enduring, a connection that went beyond words.

When the kiss finally broke, her forehead rested lightly against yours, her breath mingling with yours. The faint hum of the city seemed to pause, giving the moment its own space to exist. Her cheeks tinged with a deeper pink as she tapped your chest playfully. “You’re too good to me.”

“Not possible,” you said with a chuckle, pulling her closer. “You’re my everything.”

The two of you stood there, wrapped in the warmth of the night and each other. It was as though time had slowed, giving you a moment to fully appreciate the love that had grown between you. As you began to walk again, her hand snug in yours, she let out a soft laugh.

“You think we’ll ever have another night like this?” she asked, her voice teasing but hopeful.

“With you? Every night feels like this,” you replied, glancing at her with a grin. “But we’ll keep raising the bar.”

Her laughter bubbled up, light and carefree, as she leaned her head against your shoulder. “You make everything feel limitless,” she said softly.

Her words filled your chest with warmth, and as the two of you walked down the quiet street, a spark of inspiration flickered in your mind. It was an idea that felt right—something that would take your shared adventures to the next chapter. You tucked it away for now, savoring the night and the woman at your side.

The city’s hum provided a gentle backdrop as Jieun glanced up at you, her eyes brimming with affection. Her hand tightened around yours, grounding you in the moment. The future felt full of promise, a canvas waiting to be painted with more memories like this—and something even greater.

Your smile deepened as you squeezed her hand a little tighter, knowing this was only the beginning.

Epilogue.

Quite a few months had passed since that unforgettable day, and though life had returned to its steady rhythm, the memories of that evening lingered like a vivid dream. They were a testament to how far Jieun had come from the quiet, reserved person she once thought she was. With you by her side, her world had expanded; her confidence had bloomed like a flower reaching toward the sun. Every day felt like an adventure waiting to unfold, brimming with possibility and love.

Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, the rooftop above the city had been transformed into a sanctuary of twinkling lights and soft, soulful music. Strings of fairy lights draped elegantly across the railing, casting a warm, golden glow that danced against the inky sky. The stars shimmered brilliantly, their light reflected in the glossy skyscraper windows. The distant hum of the city below faded into a comforting backdrop, the occasional car horn or burst of laughter adding texture to the quiet intimacy of the night.

Jieun stood by the railing, her silhouette framed by the glistening skyline. The flowing fabric of her dress fluttered gently in the evening breeze, the soft folds catching the light like ripples on a moonlit lake. Her hair moved with the wind, strands catching in the gentle currents and brushing against her glowing cheeks. Her eyes, luminous as they reflected the stars above, held a quiet joy as she gazed out at the cityscape. The faint scent of jasmine and roses, from the bouquet you’d surprised her with earlier, lingered in the air, mingling with the cool crispness of the night.

You couldn’t help but marvel at her. Even after all these years together, she still had a way of taking your breath away. Her radiance, raw and unfiltered, felt more captivating than the sprawling view beyond her—a beauty that was both effortless and deeply magnetic. As you approached, the sound of your footsteps caused her to turn, her smile soft and familiar, the kind that seemed to light up even the darkest corners of your world. She extended her hand toward you, her fingers delicate and welcoming.

“This is beautiful,” she said softly, her voice filled with a wonder that made your heart swell. Her gaze wandered over the fairy lights, the softly swaying lanterns, and the cozy table set with remnants of your earlier dinner. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time.”

“Well, it’s a special night,” you replied, intertwining your fingers with hers and pulling her closer. The warmth of her touch spread through you like a gentle fire. “You deserve the best.”

Her eyes flickered with curiosity, a playful crease forming between her brows. “What’s the occasion? You’ve been so mysterious all week.” Her tone was light, but you could see the spark of anticipation in her expression.

You smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. The silky texture slipped between your fingers like a whisper of moonlight. “You’ll see,” you said teasingly, your voice low and affectionate. “But for now, just enjoy this.”

Earlier, the two of you had shared a simple yet intimate dinner. You’d cooked together, the act filled with laughter, teasing, and the occasional brush of your hands. The rooftop now stood as a glowing testament to your love, bathed in warm, golden light, with the soft strains of her favorite songs drifting through the air. It was the perfect setting for what you had planned—the next step in a journey you both held dear.

The music shifted to a slower melody, a romantic tune that had always reminded you of her. Without a word, you took her hand and guided her into a gentle sway. She moved with you easily, her laughter light and bright as she leaned her head against your shoulder. The scent of her favorite perfume, a delicate blend of vanilla and white florals, mingled with the crisp night air, heightening the intimacy of the moment.

“Dancing under the stars,” she murmured, her voice soft and full of wonder. “You really do make everything feel magical.”

“You’re the magic,” you whispered, your lips brushing the top of her head. Her warmth against your chest, the way her body moved in sync with yours, and the way the world seemed to shrink until only the two of you remained—it was all so achingly perfect.

Her arms wrapped around your neck as you continued to sway, her cheek pressed against your chest. You could feel the rhythm of her heart, steady and strong, mirroring your own. The fairy lights twinkled in the corners of your vision, their glow reflecting in her dark, expressive eyes when she tilted her head to look up at you.

The music softened, the gentle melody wrapping around you both, and you knew it was the moment. You stopped swaying, stepping back just enough to hold her gaze, her curious smile tilting as she tried to read your expression.

“Jieun,” you began, your voice soft but steady, “these past few years have been the most incredible of my life. Every single day, you’ve shown me a kind of love and joy I never even knew existed. You make everything better, brighter, and more alive.”

Her brows knit together slightly, her lips parting as if to speak, but she stayed silent, her eyes searching yours.

Taking a deep breath, you dropped to one knee, pulling the small velvet box from your pocket. Her hand flew to her mouth as her eyes widened, shimmering with unshed tears. The fairy lights above reflected in the glistening drops as you opened the box, revealing the ring—a delicate, sparkling design you’d chosen just for her.

“You’ve made me a better person,” you continued, your voice thick with emotion. “And I want to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me. I want to laugh with you, dream with you, and face every challenge together... Jieun, will you marry me?”

For a moment, the world seemed to hang in silence. Her hand remained pressed against her mouth, her eyes wide and shimmering with tears that reflected the glow of the fairy lights around you. Then, as if the dam holding back her emotions broke all at once, she let out a high-pitched squeal, her voice trembling with joy as her laughter spilled out between sobs.

She didn’t extend her hand or wait for you to slip the ring on. Instead, with an impulsive, raw burst of emotion, she dropped to her knees, throwing her arms around your neck. The velvet box in your hand tipped slightly as she buried her face in your shoulder, her whole body trembling against yours. “Yes!” she cried, her voice muffled but bursting with happiness. “Yes! Of course, yes!”

Her embrace was tight and unrelenting, her fingers clutching the back of your shirt as if she was afraid the moment might slip away. You wrapped your arms around her, holding her close, your heart swelling with an indescribable warmth. Her tears soaked into your shirt, her soft sobs punctuated by laughter that bubbled up uncontrollably.

“You’re shaking,” you murmured, your voice full of awe as you gently rubbed her back. “Are you okay?”

“I’m—” she hiccupped, her words faltering as she pulled back just enough to look at you. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, her smile so wide it looked like it might break her face. “I’m just so happy,” she managed, her voice trembling as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. “I can’t even—” She shook her head, laughing softly through her sobs. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

With a tender smile, you reached up to brush her tears away, your thumb trailing along her damp skin. “It’s happening,” you said softly, meeting her gaze with all the love in your heart. 

Still trembling, she let out a watery laugh, finally glancing down at the ring in your hand. “The ring!” she said, her voice pitching higher as she held out her hand, her fingers still shaking slightly.

You slipped the ring onto her finger with care, marveling at how perfectly it fit, as though it had been waiting for this moment all along. Her breath caught as she stared at it, her lips parting in disbelief. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “It’s… perfect.”

“Just like you,” you replied, pulling her back into your arms. She clung to you, her laughter mingling with her tears as she kissed your cheek, your neck, anywhere she could reach, her joy spilling over like a tidal wave.

“You have no idea how much this means to me,” she said through her tears, her voice soft but full of emotion. “You’ve given me everything. You’ve shown me what love is supposed to feel like.”

“And you’ve done the same to me” you replied, your voice thick with your own emotion. “You make me whole, Jieun. I’ve been waiting for this moment since the day I met you.”

She pulled back slightly, her hands coming up to frame your face. Her gaze locked onto yours, her eyes still swimming with tears but filled with a deep, unshakeable love. “I love you, so much” she whispered, her voice trembling with the sincerity of her words. “More than anything in this world.”

“I love you too,” you said, your forehead pressing gently against hers. “Forever.”

As the two of you knelt there beneath the twinkling fairy lights, the city below hummed softly, a quiet witness to the moment. The stars above seemed to shine brighter, as though celebrating your love alongside you. Jieun’s laughter, her tears, and the warmth of her touch wrapped around you like a cocoon, making the rest of the world fade into the background.

Finally, as the emotions began to settle, you both stood, your hands still entwined. The soft glow of the fairy lights played across her face, highlighting the dreamy smile that had yet to fade. She glanced down at the ring on her finger again, tilting her hand slightly to catch the light. “This feels like a dream,” she murmured, her voice tinged with wonder and disbelief.

“It’s real,” you said softly, bringing her hand to your lips and pressing a tender kiss to her knuckles. “And it’s just the beginning of our forever.”

Her smile widened, but as you gazed at her, the weight of the moment suddenly hit you harder than you expected. Your chest tightened, a swell of emotions rising so quickly it left you breathless. A lump formed in your throat as your eyes began to well, and despite your efforts to blink them away, a tear slipped down your cheek.

Jieun’s expression softened instantly, her brows knitting together in concern. “Oh, honey,” she whispered, stepping closer as her hand cupped your cheek. Her thumb brushed away the tear with infinite gentleness. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice soft and steady, laced with quiet reassurance.

You let out a shaky laugh, shaking your head as you reached up to cover her hand with yours. “It’s nothing bad,” you managed, your voice trembling with the weight of everything you felt. “It’s just… I’ve never felt this lucky. Like, what did I ever do to deserve you? To deserve this?”

Her lips parted as she took in your words, but she didn’t speak right away. Instead, she pulled you into a tight hug, wrapping her arms around you with a fierce, grounding warmth. Her head rested against your chest, her breath slow and even as if willing you to mirror her calm.

“I just…” You exhaled, your hands resting on her back as you clung to her. “You make everything feel so… right. I never imagined I’d find someone who’d see me the way you do. You’re my everything, Jieun. And knowing you feel the same… it’s overwhelming.”

She pulled back slightly, her eyes glistening as they searched yours. Her hands cupped your face, and without a word, she leaned in and kissed you deeply, pouring all her emotions into the connection. It was warm and soft, filled with unspoken comfort and a promise that she would always be there.

When she pulled back, her smile was gentle, her eyes filled with quiet understanding. She rested her forehead against yours, her hands moving to hold your shoulders as if anchoring you to her. “I love you,” she whispered, the simple words carrying the weight of everything she felt. “More than anything.”

You nodded, a soft laugh escaping you as you brought your hands up to frame her face. “I love you too,” you murmured, your voice steadier now. “I just hope I can be everything you deserve.”

“You already are,” she replied softly, shaking her head as her fingers brushed your hair. “You’ve always been.”

Her reassurance washed over you like a balm, and you pressed another kiss to her forehead, lingering as the two of you stood wrapped in each other’s warmth. For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled only with the faint hum of the city below and the quiet rustling of the breeze.

When you finally stepped back, her radiant smile returned, lighting up her face. Her hand reached for yours again, intertwining your fingers as she glanced back at the sparkling city lights. “Come on,” she said softly, tugging you toward the edge of the rooftop. “Let’s soak this in. All of it.”

You followed her, wrapping your arm around her waist as you both looked out over the view. The night was cool but welcoming, and for the first time in your life, you felt truly complete. You glanced at her, marveling at how perfectly she fit against your side, her presence grounding you in a way nothing else ever had.

“Jieun,” you said, your voice low but full of conviction. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making you happy. I swear.”

She leaned her head against your shoulder, her hand tightening around yours. “You already do,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with certainty.

The two of you stood there beneath the stars, the city a sea of glittering lights below. The moment was timeless, the love between you palpable and unshakable. And as her warmth pressed against you, you knew—this wasn’t just a new chapter. It was the story you’d been waiting to write your entire life.

[ducktoo]

No one believed you

Red Velvet's Kang Seulgi x M!Reader

Note: a short fic for the one and only bear in the town....cuz damn the song is stuck in my head these days. (She can put me on a chokehold any day)

You thought interning in the management department at SM Entertainment would be hard. You expected long hours, coffee runs, and maybe getting yelled at by some stressed-out staff member. What you didn’t expect was Kang Seulgi—the human embodiment of kindness, Red Velvet’s sweetheart, teddy bear, literal angel in human form—turning your life into a personal nightmare.

Repeat it again.  Kang Seulgi—the human embodiment of kindness, Red Velvet’s sweetheart, teddy bear, literal angel in human form—came to haunt even your nightmare.

And the worst part?

No one believed you.

It started on the second day. You were running a simple errand, delivering some files to the practice room, when she called you over.

“Hey you,” she said, not even bothering with your name. “Come here.”

You looked around, half-expecting her to be talking to someone else. No one was there. Just you and Kang Seulgi, sitting on the floor with her legs crossed, arms draped lazily over her knees like some kind of royalty waiting to be served.

“Uh… sorry, me?”

“Did I stutter?”

That was when you should’ve known. That was the exact moment you should’ve turned around, walked out, and never looked back.

But you were an intern, which meant following orders, so you shuffled over.

She sighed, pointing at her jacket. “Fix this.”

You blinked. “Fix what, sorry?”

She rolled her eyes. “Are you slow? The collar. It’s messed up.”

You resisted the urge to tell her that it looked perfectly fine, because something about her stare made your survival instincts scream. So, with shaky hands, you adjusted the collar.

She gave a small nod. “Took you long enough.”

…Huh?

Seulgi, the same Seulgi who bows to staff at ninety degrees, the same Seulgi who once apologized to a chair for bumping into it, just talked to you like you were beneath her.

You had no time to process it before she stood up and walked off, leaving you standing there like an idiot.

And that was just the beginning.

Over the next few weeks, she made you redo tasks that were already fine, sent you on ridiculous errands, and threw insults at you so casually you started to wonder if you’d unknowingly made an enemy out of her in a past life.

“Intern, get me a green smoothie. The greener, the better.”

You later returned with a matcha smoothie, only for her to frown. “This is too green.”

“…Pardon?”

Or that one time when you were fixing the sound system in the practice room, and she walked in with a frown. “Are you always this slow, or is today special?”

You had never moved faster in your life.

And the worst part? The absolute worst part?

No one believed you.

“You’re joking, right?” Irene said, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Seulgi? Mean? That fluffy girl?”

“She’s literally the nicest person ever,” Wendy added. “Maybe you just misunderstood her?”

“Maybe she likes you,” Joy teased with a smirk. “It’s like elementary school when a kid pulls your hair because they have a crush on you.”

“…Yeah, sure, Joy-ssi” you deadpanned. “Except in this case, the kid is a globally famous idol, and instead of pulling my hair, she’s ruining my sanity.”

Even Yeri—who lived for chaos—laughed it off. “Oh, please. If Seulgi’s mean, then I’m the president of Korea.”

You were losing your mind. Because no one literally believed you.

-

Then one day, you snapped.

You had been holding it in for weeks, letting it simmer beneath the surface, but today? Today was the final straw.

Seulgi had sent you on yet another ridiculous errand—finding a very specific shade of red nail polish because, apparently, the “wrong” shade was “offensive” to her eyes. And the moment you handed it to her, she inspected the bottle, tilted her head, and said, “This is coral.”

You saw red. Literally and figuratively. Something in you broke.

“That’s it.”

The words shot out of your mouth before you could stop them. You inhaled sharply, clenching your jaw so tightly your teeth ached. Your hands, still holding the stupid little bottle, curled into fists. And then—before you could stop yourself, before you realised the position you were in—you grabbed Seulgi’s wrist, yanking her out of the practice room with a force that made her stumble.

“Uh—what?” she sputtered, stumbling slightly to keep up.

You didn’t answer. You didn’t even look at her. Your fingers were locked around her wrist like a vice, knuckles white, footsteps heavy and unrelenting.

“Okay, I know I’m strong, but this is a little—”

You whipped open the nearest storage closet, pulled her inside, and slammed the door shut behind you.

Seulgi blinked. Then blinked again. “Did you just—”

“Talk.”

Your voice came out sharp, cutting through the dimly lit space like a blade. Seulgi’s mouth, still open in half-formed confusion, slowly shut.

You crossed your arms, legs braced apart, staring her down with the intensity of a detective grilling a suspect. “Explain. Now. Please”

She shifted her weight from foot to foot, gaze darting to the closed door behind you as if considering escape. Then she sighed, rolling her shoulders back.

“Explain what?” she said, and despite her usual confidence, there was a tinge of hesitation in her voice.

You threw up your hands. “This! The insults, the errands, the way you talk to me like I’m some lowly peasant! I have been suffering for weeks, and I want to know why.”

Seulgi’s lips twitched. “You make it sound so dramatic.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, should I have written a formal complaint instead?” you shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Because trust me, I have drafts.”

She exhaled, running a hand through her hair before propping it on her hip. “Alright, alright.” Her fingers tapped lightly against her waist, and she shifted to her other foot. “You have to promise not to get mad, though.”

Your glare intensified.

“…You’re already mad, aren’t you?” she mumbled.

“Seulgi-ssi.”

She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “Alright. So, you know my comeback, right?”

You squinted. “Yeah. Baby Not Baby. What does that have to do with you treating me like dogwater?”

“Well.” She folded her arms, leaning against the shelves. “I have to act all mean and bitchy for the concept, but the members and staffs here wouldn’t take me seriously because they know I’m not like that.”

"Ok…?" You blinked. “So?”

“So,” she continued, “I needed practice. And I thought, ‘Hey, the new intern doesn’t know me that well. Perfect test subject.’”

…No. No way.

You pointed at her. “You’re telling me you—”

She nodded.

“For practice?”

Another nod.

“So you’ve just been… fake-bullying me this whole time? As rehearsal?”

She winced. “That makes me sound terrible.”

You let out a noise—half laugh, half exasperated groan. “Oh my god.”

Seulgi pursed her lips. “To be fair, you didn’t say anything.”

“Because I thought you hated me!”

She blinked. “Oh. That bad?”

“Yes, that bad!” You gestured wildly, exasperation leaking from every pore. “Do you know how much sleep I lost wondering what I did to make you hate me? Do you know how insane it feels to have everyone act like I was imagining things? No one believed me!”

She bit her lip, looking uncharacteristically sheepish. “Okay… yeah. Maybe I went too far.”

“You think?”

She sighed. “Look, I didn’t mean to actually make you miserable. I thought you’d catch on eventually.”

“Why would I? No one believed me when I said you were being mean! Wendy-ssi laughed in my face!”

Seulgi let out a chuckle. “Okay, that’s kind of funny.”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Unbelievable.”

She nudged you lightly. “Come on, don’t be mad. I’ll make it up to you.”

You eyed her warily. “How?”

She grinned. “I’ll let you be my real practice partner.”

“…What does that mean?”

“You can pretend to be mean to me.”

You snorted. “Yeah, that’s not gonna work. I don’t have it in me.”

“See?” Seulgi pointed at you. “That’s exactly why I had to pick you. You’re too nice. No one would suspect anything.”

You crossed your arms. “Or maybe I was just the easiest target.”

“…That too.” She shifted on her feet again, this time looking genuinely guilty. “Alright, alright. I do feel really bad. I’ll make it up to you.”

You crossed your arms. “How?”

“I’ll buy you dinner. And dessert. Anything you want.”

You narrowed your eyes. “…And you’ll never do this again?”

She held up three fingers. “Scouts honor.”

You huffed, finally stepping back. “You owe me big time.”

“I know, I know,” she said, rubbing her arm before grinning. “But hey, at least now we know I can act.”

You shot her a glare, and she chuckled, patting your shoulder lightly as she moved toward the door.

“Let’s get out of here before someone thinks you actually kidnapped me,” she said with a smirk.

And just like that, Kang Seulgi turned from your worst nightmare to… whatever this was.

[seullovesme]

don't wanna break up again. » kang seulgi

pairing ⥬ seulgi x f!reader

genre ⥬ fluff

summary ⥬ maybe your situationship with seulgi ended a few times, but so what? never stopped anyone before.

warnings ⥬ seulgi is a flirt, reader is a loser, protective karina, aespa girls love to tease

WC ⥬ 2.9K

"Okay, wait—Let me get this straight.” Karina chimed in, putting a pause to your rambling. The small friend group transferred their focus to her as she spoke. “You’re thinking about getting back together? This would be what, your third time?”

You sighed, nodding to respond. Winter snickered as Karina groaned, “What were you expecting? That girl really has a hold on her.” The puppy grabbed your shoulder and gave you an understanding look, which you appreciated. It was nice being around your closest friends in a relatively empty cafe, the only other people being busy students.

“I know, but come onnnnn…”

“Hey, it’s better than that time I was dating that really toxic guy. You all remember that era.” Giselle shrugged and the others nodded. It was a crazy time hearing about the shit she was going through, and you were glad she made it out of there. You still vividly remember the day Karina went into a screaming match with the asshole for making her best friend cry. “Tough times.”

Ningning thought to herself for a moment, and everyone waited for her to say her opinion on your situation. “Well, I have to admit…” Karina hoped that the girl would be on her side to balance it all out. “She is hot.”

The girl facepalmed and pouted to herself, everyone seeming to be ganging up against her. “Seriously! You guys don’t think that twice is enough? It’s bound to happen again after this, it’s in the pattern.” Karina reasoned, and you were hearing out her concerns.

“We weren’t official yet! Yeah we probably will stop seeing each other before things get serious, I’ll be honest, but if that means getting to be with her one more time, I’ll do it.” You smiled thinking about her, and the rest of the group pretended to be sick at your cheesiness. They were always sick of your lovesick expressions anyway, so nothing new.

Winter shook her head disappointingly. “I stick up for you, yet you make us suffer with these stupid confessions. Maybe I’ll switch over to the dark side.”

“Dark side? Excuse me? More like a realistic side.” Karina fought.

Giselle rolled her eyes. “Who really cares about being realistic these days?” She clapped her hands together and shifted her eyes to you, her orbs glimmering with hope. “Please tell me she’s attending that little house party you’re throwing.”

You fought the grin that was oncoming, but it showed anyway. “Yes, oh my god. She’s coming, I invited her, I totally forgot!”

“She’s so fun to be around, you can’t lie, Rina.” Giselle nudged the pouty girl.

She sighed and put her hands up in the air as if to surrender. “Fine, I’ll give you that. She’s a nice person with a fun personality, yeah, whatever.”

“Okay, fine, trust me this time. I will not give into the voices in my head. There will be no break up number three, I promise!”

And god did you regret those words as you stared at the new arrivals to the function, the prettiest girl shining through the little crowd swarming your downstairs. Kang Seulgi—wearing the brightest pink you’d ever seen in the form of a crop top that showed way too much skin and miniskirt—had come a little later than the others. Her dark hair was styled in waves, and her makeup defined those perfectly sculpted features of hers.

Giselle, who held a small cup of water, smirked as she caught sight of your girl as well. “Good luck keeping that promise.” You whined as you dragged your hands across your face, the desire to have Seulgi so overwhelming. Your friend gave a hearty laugh, hitting your shoulder. “You’re hopeless. Well, I’m gonna go find the rest of us. If you don’t want her, I’ll take her!”

You turned to glare at her as she walked away after that stupid joke. You whispered under your breath, ‘I do want her, you just won’t let me have her…’, and crossed your arms. So much for having good friends. They wouldn’t even stay and keep you company. Tsk.

“Y/n?”

The small voice and the tap on your shoulder caused you to spin around as fast as possible. Suddenly, you were in a trance, your eyes focused on that adorable smile. “Hi.” You watched her lips move, the sound of her speaking as smooth as honey.

“H-Hi,” You cursed yourself mentally, your cheeks reddening as you stuttered. Your eyes met hers as you cleared your throat. “Seulgi. Hi, Seulgi.”

ARGH, Why are you doing that?!

The girl giggled at your unusual behavior. “Nervous?” Seulgi questioned, but all you could do was shrug with a shy expression. “But it’s just me, don’t be so nervous.”

Her hand landed on your arm, an electric current running through your body at the touch. As much as you tried not to, you tensed up. Who let her look this good? And why was this look affecting you to this extent? You were barely functioning just looking at her. She rubbed your arm to comfort you, but you could only bite your cheek and lean into the feeling.

“I’m not nervous, who said nervous? I didn’t!” You sounded like a total idiot, so you tried to change the topic. “You, uh—look so pretty tonight, I mean, you always look really pretty all the time, not just right now. But you do look pretty right now, like you always do.”

Fuck.

Seulgi smiled sweetly. “Thank you.” She took her hand away and looked at your entire figure. You felt a bit warm under her gaze, but you were certainly not prepared for her to throw you into an embrace, her arms wrapped around your torso. You were sure that she could feel your heart jumping out of your chest. “I missed you. You never texted.”

Neither did you…

“Sorry, I’ve been a bit busy.” You explained, finally reciprocating her hug. She hummed in your arms, squishing into you as much as possible.

“Too busy for me?” Seulgi teasingly asked, but you knew she was being a bit genuine. She was a fan of receiving attention, particularly yours. You managed to inhale her perfume, her scent invading your olfactory senses. It was so sweet—maybe some trace of a fruit you couldn’t name—but all you could think about was how she left that same smell all over your bedroom when she was last over, the scent still lingering as of now.

You felt her cling onto you, making you realize that she had been waiting for an actual answer. “No, never too busy for you. You know that well.” You felt her cheek against your chest tense as her smile grew in size. The mountain you were trying to climb out of must’ve been 200 feet tall, and there was no chance of you making it. There was no getting over these feelings for the bear.

She pulled away reluctantly, teasing her hair by playing with the ends. “Thirsty?”

Thirsty…for other things.

You bit your cheek at the intrusive thought and shook your head. “I’m fine. How about you? You can grab something from the table I set up.”

Seulgi took a peek over your shoulder at the slightly crowded area and shrugged. “Okay!” You were expecting her to go off on her own similarly to Giselle, but she pulled you along by the arm. You just followed her obediently, your mind stuck on how soft her palms were.

The area was clear enough for you both to get drinks comfortably as the clump of people began to move toward the living room. Seulgi grabbed a cup and put a finger to her bottom lip to think—probably thinking of what to choose.

On the other hand, you were thinking about how soft her lips must be. You recalled her always wearing that strawberry chapstick after you stated it tasted good on her, so you wondered if she tasted like strawberries. You are going to fail...

You caught a glimpse of your friends from behind her and they all gave knowing looks, all except Karina. She looked a bit bothered, although she was still listening to whatever Ningning was whispering into her ear. You knew that they were trying to see if you could stick to the promise you had made leading up to the party, and if they were in your head, they’d see how poorly you were doing.

“Y/n?” You looked back to the bear, who had been looking at you. She saw you eyeing the space behind her, so instinctively, she turned. The moment she spotted your friends, she waved. They all waved back with a smile except—of course—Karina. You were starting to worry about her little vendetta against Seulgi.

Seulgi abandoned her empty cup and grabbed your arm once more, pulling you along as she walked over to them. Giselle and Winter gave each other a look you knew too well and you shot a piercing glare. Glaring at them was going to be your most repeated action, yet it did nothing as they snickered to themselves. “Hello! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you guys. How are you?” Seulgi questioned to spark a conversation while she brushed her hair back behind her shoulder.

Ningning saw how the girl’s hand stayed latched onto your wrist and smirked. “Oh, we’re all doing well. Just enjoying our time here. What about you? Enjoying yourself?” You mouthed curses at the girl as her teasing was so obvious.

Thankfully, you were standing beside the most oblivious bear ever. “Yeah! I always enjoy being at Y/n’s place. Feels like a second home.”

Karina rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. You chose to ignore her behavior as she was going to be stubborn about this like how she was generally in everything. Giselle raised both eyebrows to Seulgi, “Second home, huh? That’s cute. Would you still consider it your second home after everything?”

The grip on your wrist tightened and you automatically knew Seulgi must’ve felt a bit uncomfortable by the teasing. She wasn’t used to the kind of jokes those three would make, so you understood. You looked at the girl, who was still wearing a smile—though it failed to reach her eyes. “Seulgi,” You cut in, stealing away her gaze. “I wanted to show you the mini farm I started in my yard. You’ll love it.”

“Okay, let’s go.” Seulgi was a bit puzzled by the change of scenery, but took the chance to get away. You gave an annoyed look at your friends, and they knew you’d go off on them later.

It was your turn to lead the girl as you made your way to the back door, allowing her to step out first. The night breeze was calming and you felt the stress leave your body. Seulgi seemed to do the same, but a chill ran down her back at the same time. Her long sleeves defended her arms from the cold, but with the amount of skin she was showing, it didn’t change much.

“Are you cold? I can run in and grab my jacket off the couch.”

Seulgi shook her head and smiled. “No, it’s okay. Thank you though.” She instead stuck out her hand. “Will you just hold my hand?”

You could’ve sworn her words were about to make your head explode. “Y-Yeah.” You got a hold of her soft hand, and it was like your heat was transferring at the connection. “Better?”

“Much better.” She nodded cutely. “How about you show me that garden now?”

“Right. This way!” You walked a bit on your concrete patio before landing in front of a small dirt square held in by four planks of wood. “I built this a bit ago and I’ve planted some green onions. I was trying to come up with some other things I could grow, but nothing came to mind.”

“How about tomatoes?”

You thought about it. “Well, I don’t really eat tomatoes.”

"Cabbage?"

"I don't eat enough cabbage to want it in my garden." You explained.

"Carrots?"

"Oh, maybe." You mentally noted that. You looked to her and your eyes met.

“Do you still think of me?”

The abrupt question surprised you. “W-What?”

Seulgi saw how you reacted and took it negatively. “Sorry—I just,” She sighed. “I thought about what Giselle said, and yes. The answer is yes, I still think of this place, your place, as my second home.” The girl let go of your hand and held herself. “I don’t expect you to still want me. We've already kinda broken it off twice. I mean, we ended things maybe a month or two ago and a lot of things can happen in that time.”

“Like what? Me finding someone else?” Seulgi stayed silent and you knew you were right. You grabbed her shoulders and forced her to face you, her eyes locking in with yours. “Seulgi, you truly underestimate how you make me feel. Honestly, all I can think about is how I want to just keep you in my pocket forever.” The girl giggled and bit her lip.

“You came today looking…how you looked,” You blushed as she raised one eyebrow, smirking at your admission to being affected by her new style. “And I couldn’t help myself. I want you, Seulgi. I need you. If you let me, I’ll give you everything I’ve been saving just for you.”

Seulgi melted at your charming words, running on a high that seemed to never end with you. “But what about your friends? They don’t seem to like me much anymore, especially Karina.”

You could only groan. “They do like you—maybe not as much as I do, but they do. Karina is a bit difficult, but she means well. We’re all the closest thing to being sisters, so it’s natural for her to act out when things happen.” Seulgi nodded understanding and opened her arms.

You looked at her confused, but she kept her arms like that, waiting patiently. “Can you hug me?” She motioned for you to get in, and you audibly said ‘oh’, running into her arms. Her classic bear hug made that sensation in your stomach return, the one you had grown familiar with around her. This hug was much different than the one from earlier. You were no longer scared or nervous—well, not nearly as much as you were previously.

You held her by her waist, pulling her impossibly close. The touch of her skin ignited a fire in your heart, and you smiled unconsciously. “Am I keeping you warm?” Seulgi only nodded into your shoulder, enjoying the close proximity. “So, what do you think, Kang? Round three?”

“How about we just get straight to it? No more playing around.” She held onto you like you would leave her there at any moment. Thank the heavens that her face was tucked into your neck, or else she would’ve seen you grin like an idiot.

You toyed with the hem of her skirt and hummed, her fingers clutching at the fabric of your shirt. “No more playing around. I’m breaking promises here.” She pushed you back enough to see your face.

Seulgi’s eyes fell to your lips as she smiled, and you weren’t given a chance to comment before she leaned in for her target. The moment her lips met yours, you both shut your eyes, the kiss you shared so tender and full of pent up emotions. She brought her hands up and held your face, holding you still as she intensified the moment. The way she moved against you felt right, and you could only stabilize yourself using her hips, keeping a tight grip on her. You allowed her to lead—though it was more like she took lead because you were too busy folding over her.

She broke contact to breathe, her eyes staying on your lips for a moment before shifting back to your eyes. Your mind and heart were screaming at you, but you could only focus on how pretty she looked like this. Without realizing, you licked your lips and tasted something sweet. “Strawberry…” Seulgi’s face turned a shade of red as you mentioned her chapstick flavor, hitting your shoulder lightly.

“Dummy.”

“Yup, told you.” Giselle stuck her hand out. “Give me my five bucks.”

Winter rolled her eyes. “Sorry for giving our friend a chance. Plus, who carries cash anyways?”

“I can’t believe you guys turned this into a game.” Karina crossed her arms and clicked her tongue in annoyance, but the corner of her mouth twitched.

“Stop acting like that. You’re babying us again.” Ningning argued, offending the oldest. “And don’t pretend, you found that kiss hot too.”

“God, Ning, you’re just a perv!” Giselle chortled as she pushed her younger friend. Ningning didn’t care, she was just being honest, a silly grin displayed as she shrugged.

“You guys are so weird…I’ll be upstairs playing with Y/n’s stuffed animals.” Winter announced as she began making her way to the staircase.

Giselle chased after her. “Hey, you scam artist! Give me my cash!” The puppy stuck her tongue out and booked it, forcing the other to run as well.

Karina turned to make fun of them with Ningning, but the girl was too busy playing with the real puppy on the floor, the small dog sitting adorably with a smile. The oldest could only sigh and walk over to some mutual friends who were chatting away.

She wasn’t too bothered anyway, no one truly believed you would make it through the night because you had it so bad. All she could really do was support you, and she knew you and Seulgi would make it work. After all, you don’t wanna break up again.

[elleluvsjurin]

Obsessive ex!Seulgi

cw: g!p seulgi, seulgi is actually insane, minors dni, fem!reader, dirty talk, seulgi slut shames reader

word count: 521

seulgi did not take your break up lightly, to say the least. you were hers so she doesn’t understand why you were dumping her?? she bought you flowers, made your favorite meals, gave you good sex..so what went wrong? eventually she got over the breakup but you were still hers and she won’t let anyone in her way of getting her woman back.

“y/n, i called you 3 times! why didn’t you answer me, hmm? you’re too busy slutting around to answer me?” she interrogates you

seulgi texts you multiple times throughout the day so you’ll know that she misses you.

seul: y/n i bought this perfume and it made me think of you.

seul: i hope you are having a great day, y/n. you’re still on my mind.

seul: be safe.

unfortunately seulgi will indeed stalk you. she wants to make sure that you’re safe, she wants to protect you. sometimes she will even show up to your house unannounced. she HATES when you interact with other women because in her mind, you are still hers. you’re just taking a break.

you hear a loud knock at your door and you see that it’s your ex girlfriend…kang seulgi.

“Seul…we have a no contact relationship, remember?” she shrugs you off and plops down on your couch.

“I know but I missed you too much so I came to visit you. Don’t you miss me too?” she glances over at you

“Seulgi, listen, it’s been 4 months. Please get over me.” you calmly state. you see the corners of her mouth slightly twitch before she slowly walks over to you.

“Seulgi..what are you-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence because she wraps both of her hands around your neck, squeezing tightly.

“No, I will not move on, y/n. you’re mine so get that through your tiny ass brain!” she exclaims and releases your neck. you fall to the floor trying to catch your breath.

“you’re fucking crazy!” you choke out, holding your neck. she looks at you in annoyance.

“stop calling me crazy, y/n.” she says softly

“seulgi, please get the fuck out of my house. i don’t ever want to see you again.” you reply. she leaves and doesn’t say a word. after that incident, you don’t see her until a year later when she’s pounding you out in a restroom at a bar.

..

seulgi harshly grips onto your hips as she relentlessly pounds her cock into your cunt from behind. she has your back pressed into her while your face is up against the mirror. she grabs onto your hair, making you look into the mirror.

“look at me you fucking slut. look at how im making a mess out of this pussy.” she growls and continues to thrust her cock deep into you.

“p-please s-seul…feels so good~” you moan, feeling yourself about to cum. she chuckles at your comment

“yeah? only i can make you feel this way.” she smacks your ass and snaps her hips. her cock hitting your g spot

“i-im gonna cum..~” you moan out

“cum on my cock, pretty girl~” she coos at you as you cream all over her cock, leaving a white ring around the base of it. she pulls out and cums on your ass.

“Let me take you home.” seulgi mentions

“Fine.” You breathed out

She takes your hand and walks you out the bar. Taking you back to her home, having you right where she wants you.

[gigirassol-i]

❝ Final do copo, você tava tão mais linda. ❞

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O céu parecia em chamas, tingido de laranja, rosa e um toque tímido de roxo, enquanto o sol descia lentamente no horizonte. O mar refletia aquele espetáculo dourado, com ondas suaves que vinham e iam, como se respirassem junto com o mundo. A brisa salgada e geladinha refrescavam um pouco do calor que fazia naquela tarde, invadindo as janelas abertas do carro. Um típico fim de tarde no Rio de Janeiro que clama por uma prainha.

Você e Seulgi, sua melhor amiga, estavam a caminho da praia, ela no volante e você no passageiro. Conversas aleatórias, música nacional tocando baixinho e uma latinha de cerveja barata repousando no porta copos eram o plano de fundo dessa ideia maluca de ir pra praia em plena quarta-feira.

A amizade de vocês sempre foi assim, descomplicada: idas à praia no meio da semana, shows em cidades vizinhas e rolês tarde da noite em bailes duvidosos já faziam parte da rotina de vocês. Sempre unidas em qualquer situação.

— Tu tá linda nesse biquíni. — Ela disse, repentinamente, a mão escorregando suavemente sobre o volante e os olhos fixos na estrada.

— Que isso! Tu tá mais. — Falou, tímida com o elogio repentino. Seulgi ficava divina naquele maiô azul, o tecido desenhando lindamente suas curvas e a cor destacando sua pele branquinha.

Seulgi tirou uma das mãos do volante e levou em direção a sua coxa desnuda, se movendo tranquilamente como se fizesse aquilo há anos. Proferiu um aperto suave, aparentemente inocente, sem segundas intenções. Explorou calmamente a sua pele quente, como se quisesse gravar cada detalhe na memória.

— Difícil, viu? Esse biquíni te valoriza pra caralho, papo reto.

E foi ali, naquele momento, que você teve os pensamentos mais impuros com sua melhor amiga. Não podia pensar nisso, vocês eram amigas e Seulgi com certeza não te via com outros olhos, mas era impossível.

Imaginou os lábios avermelhados dela nos seus, te beijando com veemência, descendo pelo seu pescoço, explorando cada cantinho da sua pele com devoção; as mãos quentes explorando seu corpo por completo, fazendo questão de dar atenção pra cada pedacinho necessitado. Também imaginou ela falando besteira no seu ouvido com aquela voz gostosa, te elogiando descaradamente e sussurrando entre beijos que você é dela, só dela. Sua mente foi longe.

Você abriu a boca pra responder, mas a mão quente dela deslizando pela sua coxa te deixou muda. Sentir os dedinhos delicados traçando círculos preguiçosos sobre sua derme te fez suspirar baixinho, praticamente inaudível. Precisou de mais alguns segundos para finalmente voltar ao planeta Terra e responder o elogio da amiga.

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･･ ⋆ ･ ⠄

A areia, ainda quente, tocou os seus pés descalços, causando aquela sensação gostosinha, e a brisa do mar soprou, os cabelos rebeldes e esvoaçantes batendo com delicadeza no seu rostinho. Os cabelos escuros de Seulgi dançavam sobre o vento, a canga arrastando levemente no chão conforme o andar da mulher. Apesar de estar calçada, sentia o quentinho do terreno sobre os pés ainda cobertos.

Acharam um lugarzinho próximo ao mar e se estabeleceram ali mesmo. Esticaram uma canga estampada na areia e se sentaram, admirando as ondas se quebrando no horizonte. Tiraram algumas latinhas de cerveja do cooler azul que trouxeram e ficaram ali, apenas curtindo a brisa e a companhia uma da outra.

— Passa protetor nas minhas costas, amiga? — Você perguntou, segurando a embalagem com uma das mãos. Apesar de ser fim de tarde, ainda restavam alguns raios de sol que tocavam sua pele sensível. Melhor prevenir, né?

— Claro.

Você se deitou sobre a canga, de bruços. Seulgi pegou o frasco da sua mão e despejou um pouco nas suas costas nuas, espalhando suavemente o produto por toda a superfície. Sentiu uma corrente elétrica percorrendo seu corpo de cima a baixo, uma sensação tão boa que nem sabia colocar em palavras, e acabou prendendo a respiração involuntariamente.

As mãos delicadas da amiga te percorriam sem pressa nenhuma, uma tortura lenta e deliciosa. Subiam até a nuca e depois desciam lentamente até a lombar, te fazendo suspirar, entregue, querendo ainda mais contato. Seus pelinhos do braço e da nuca se eriçaram com o toque — e, obviamente, isso não passou despercebido. Seulgi te observava atentamente, prestava atenção em cada reação sua.

— Tá arrepiada, amiga? — Sorriu, convencida. Ela sabia exatamente o que causava em você.

— O protetor tá gelado. — Mentiu, soltando uma risadinha abafada contra os próprios braços. Seulgi riu junto, sabendo que era mentira. Sabia te ler feito um livro.

— Amiga, onde tu comprou esse biquíni? Primeira vez que te vejo usando ele. É novo? — Voltou novamente ao assunto do carro, quebrando o silêncio confortável entre vocês, a mão roçando de leve na alça da peça. Mesmo de costas, conseguia sentir o olhar da amiga te perfurando, vagando pelo seu corpo descaradamente, analisando cada curva exposta. Seu corpo esquentou instantaneamente.

— Ah, comprei naquela loja nova que abriu no centro. Aquela que vende só moda praia, sabe? — Disse, se levantando da canga. Não pôde deixar de notar Seulgi observando com cuidado cada movimento seu.

Seulgi abriu levemente a boca e concordou com a cabeça, sorrindo logo em seguida. — Acho que sei, sim. Fica do lado do Itaú, né?

— Isso, isso mesmo! — Sorriu, dando um gole generoso na latinha de cerveja. — Se quiser, posso te emprestar. Vai combinar contigo.

Bebericou um pouquinho da caipirinha de limão que havia pedido mais cedo, fazendo uma caretinha ao sentir o ardor do álcool descendo pela garganta. — Pode até combinar, mas não vou ficar gostosa igual tu.

Vocês eram amigas bem íntimas, do tipo que se chamam de gostosa, amor e linda sem perder a amizade. Até rolava beijinho na bochecha e toques que beiravam o indecente. Mas era sempre dentro dos limites de uma amizade. Havia uma linha tênue entre vocês. Uma linha entre a amizade e o desejo.

Porém, dessa vez, não parecia ser brincadeira. Hoje, o olhar dela estava carregado de alguma coisa que você não sabia ao certo. Estava escuro, com uma intensidade que você desconhecia até o presente momento.

“Ela tá flertando comigo ou eu tô louca?” Pensou, ainda processando o que havia escutado. Por um momento, você ficou paralisada, tentando entender o que acabara de acontecer. A linha entre amizade e algo mais estava ficando cada vez mais borrada.

Sorriu e levou a latinha novamente até a boca, bebendo o restinho da cerveja, a fim de apagar o fogo que te incendiava da cabeça aos pés. O olhar de Seulgi te deixava em chamas. Sentia ele te queimando aos poucos. Nunca tinha sentido isso antes.

— Posso te perguntar um bagulho, Seulgi? — Disse, em um pico de coragem. Mesmo sentada, sentiu as pernas bambas, o calor subindo pela nuca e o estômago revirando.

— Pode, gata. Manda aí.

Esse jeito despreocupado dela era atraente demais. A voz mansa, o sorriso torto e o olhar que te devorava. Tudo te atraía ainda mais. Seja pela cerveja, ou até mesmo pelo calor que ela emanava ao seu lado, estava zonza. Pronta pra fazer uma loucura.

Se aproximou da amiga, os rostos quase se tocando. Encarou o par de olhos castanhos em sua frente, depois desceu o olhar para a boca da mulher. Viu Seulgi fazer o mesmo, os olhos explorando com afinco os traços do seu rostinho corado. E, assim como fizera com ela, fixou o olhar ali, nos seus lábios.

— Se eu te beijar agora, a gente perde a amizade?

— Porra, achei que tu não ia perguntar isso nunca.

E, sem dizer mais nenhuma palavra, Seulgi te puxou pela nuca e colou os lábios nos seus. Um beijo suave, quase como se estivesse testando sua reação, mas carregado de tensão acumulada.

Te puxou para si, colocando-a sentada sobre suas pernas. As mãos aos poucos foram desbravando seu corpo, cada toque parecendo mais ousado que o anterior. O beijo, que antes era suave, se aprofundou mais. Sua língua se enroscou na dela, explorando cada cantinho da boca da amiga sem medo, sem hesitação nenhuma. E ela também não hesitou em corresponder, se entregando totalmente ao desejo que pairava entre vocês.

O calor de seus corpos se misturava enquanto as mãos de Seulgi escorregavam para sua bunda, puxando-a mais para perto. A respiração de ambas estava uma bagunça, e o beijo se tornava cada vez mais profundo, mais intenso, cheio de língua e de desejo reprimido. Agora, não precisavam mais se segurar.

Você tremia no colo de Seulgi, imersa em tamanho prazer e êxtase. Sentia que podia desmaiar a qualquer momento. Estava molinha sobre ela, sentindo tudo à flor da pele. Mas as mãos dela te mantinham firme no lugar, incentivando-a a continuar.

Quando faltou ar, vocês quebraram o beijo. Com os lábios vermelhos e inchados, Seulgi soltou uma risadinha contra os seus lábios, que estavam igualmente judiados pelos beijos intensos de antes. Você fez o mesmo, mas o riso morreu quando ela desceu a boca até seu pescoço, beijando e mordendo com vontade a pele sensível. Soltou um gemidinho manhoso, puxando suavemente o cabelo dela — um pedido silencioso para que ela continuasse o que estava fazendo.

Fez igual você imaginou: beijou, chupou e mordeu, tudo isso acompanhado de murmurinhos safados contra sua pele quente e necessitada. Te levou ao limite do prazer como nunca ninguém tinha feito antes.

— Somos amigas ainda? — Ofegante, você murmurou baixinho. Seulgi, ainda com o rostinho afundado em seu pescoço, levantou só o suficiente para te olhar nos olhos, um sorrisinho ladino enfeitando os lábios inchados.

— Claro, bebê. Amigas com privilégios, pô.

— Ah, é? — Riu, mordendo o lábio inferior. Seulgi queria brincar, então. — E agora? O que a gente vai fazer, amiga?

Suas mãos deslizaram pelas costas dela, puxando-a para mais perto. Fez o mesmo que fizera contigo, explorando com devoção cada cantinho do corpo da amiga. Seulgi, por outro lado, deixou escapar um suspiro satisfeito. Você sorriu ao ver a reação dela, mas ela não ia deixar barato. Aproveitando a proximidade entre vocês, sussurrou no seu ouvido:

— Ah, amiga… tu sabe, né? A gente vai lá pra casa terminar o que começou. — Fez uma pausa, sorrindo enquanto brincava com uma mecha do seu cabelo. — Mas, se você for exibicionista, a gente pode continuar aqui mesmo.

[bjhlvr]

color of love

synopsis! red velvet members as love tropes

OT5! red velvet x FEM! reader GENRE! fluff, headcanons ig TW! none ig ( tell me if im wrong ) NOW IS PLAYING! . . . color of love by red velvet

⟢ bae joohyun ᧔o᧓ 배주현

joohyun is more comfortable around people she knows well and trust, so i think friends to lovers is perfect for her. it’s important to have same interests and understanding between her and her girlfriend. she’ll probably cook for you every morning or make you a smoothie, gonna light up some vanilla candles and comfort you at night. joohyun is always ready to help or listen to everything you have to say, ready to give an advice. she’ll give you her clothes if you want. her love language is probably a quality time, so she’ll spend as much time with you as she can. joohyun’s favorite type of dates are probably home date’s or picnics in the area where you won’t be bothered by many people.

⟢ kang seulgi ᧔o᧓ 강슬기

seulgi loves travelling with her family and especially with her cousin soojin, so i’d say she’ll be perfect for bff’s sister trope. she would prefer to be in a relationship with someone who has great relationships with family and respects her family as well. seulgi is very creative and interested in art, so she would prefer her girlfriend to at least like something connected w art, she would absolutely love museum or art gallery dates. she would definitely go on a zoo date with you to see pandas together because we all know how much she adores them.

⟢ wendy son ᧔o᧓ 웬디손

wendy has a lot of talents and interests and i think she would fell for someone who has same interests as hers ( mostly ), so soulmates. she’ll probably catch your sense of humour first because that’s important for her. she loves singing together even if you can’t sing, she loves cooking and dancing to a quiet music playing at the back, that’s just so romantic for her. she would love to go to canada with you on a vacation just to visit places she liked when she was a teenager and show you her old high school. she would never adopt a pet or even buy herself a plant because she’ll definitely forget to feed it or something, but she’ll be happy to do that together w you.

⟢ park sooyoung ᧔o᧓ 박수영

sooyoung suits her stage name so well, just by looking at her you can feel happiness and love, so first love is definitely her trope. even when she was a little girl she was always so open and kind to people, she’ll always smile no matter what and she will protect people she loves. words of affirmation and caring are so important for her, even though she’ll give you twice more attention and care than you would. everyone knows that sooyoung adores dogs and she would definitely take you out on a date in a dog cafe. sooyoung loves kids, so she’ll probably wanted to create her own family with you in future and starts thinking about that after the first date, she’ll just get so excited :((

⟢ kim yerim ᧔o᧓ 김예림

yerim is very friendly, outgoing and yk extroverted introvert, so girl next door – there she is. she’s that girl who’s never alone at her house, her friends are always at her place when she’s not out with them. yeah, she loves spending time alone ( or with you ) but mostly with you lol. she would fell for someone who has the same state of mind (?) as her, same opinions and probably similar personality. a friendly girl with good sense of style probably would catch her eye. yerim sometimes overthinking a lot, so she’ll need your support and love, she would love to hear kind words from you. she would love shopping together and ohhh movie dates are her favorites!

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Close to me

Request: Touch starved Seulgi x Reader

CW: Seulgi x Reader, fluff, suggestive

A/N: We aren’t going to talk about what happened 😇 and yes I know this was short and I guess not very good 🙂‍↕️but idk

You were in your bed, watching some YouTube when you heard the door open, Seulgi’s back, you think to yourself, your heart doing a little dance. You missed her, she had gone away for some filming a couple days ago and apparently her schedule had been really hectic. You pause the video and smile excitedly at the door way as you hear her footsteps shuffling around before she finally appears.

You see her fatigued body language and tired face and you feel upset. Your poor baby, she’s been working so much, you just want to hold her tight. She drags her feet into the room before dropping her bag, pouting as she looks at you.

You pout back and open your arms, inviting her in and she immediately falls into your embrace, holding onto you tightly, putting a leg over you possessively. She squirms restlessly, constantly nuzzling and squeezing you as she sighs happily.

“I missed you so much”, she says quietly, kissing your shoulder.

You kiss her forehead, “I missed you a lot too”.

“I missed you more”, Seulgi says while digging her heel into your leg. “I couldn’t even talk to you properly, my schedule was so packed”, she complains.

“It’s fine”, you reassure her while rubbing her back and kissing her forehead again.

She moans softly, closing her eyes and holding you even tighter, you can’t tell whether she’s trying to absorb you into her or trying to get absorbed by you but you have no complaints.

Finally, she pulls away slightly, looking at your face, grabbing it softly and then kissing you eagerly. She gently rubs your cheeks as she makes out with you before stroking your head, her cute pout still visible. She then leans in and kisses you some more, climbing on top of you, pinning your hands above your head.

“I want to feel each part of you again. With my lips. So be good for me and let me get a taste of you again okay?”, she tells you and gently bites your cheek, her hands squeezing your wrists.

You smile somewhat shyly and somewhat eagerly and nod causing her to grin and she begins going over each and every part of you….

[seultied]

ᝰ.ᐟ goodmorning! - r.v

pairing: red velvet (ot5) x reader (separately)

synopsis: waking up with red velvet

𓍢ִ໋ bae joohyun 배주현

irene is a early bird, not by choice. after all the years of taking care of yeri she can’t help but not. she is a very peaceful sleeper, so she doesn’t move around a lot. in the case she has no major plans, she admires you in bed. it’s the most natural state you can find a person in, and that’s her favorite state to see you in. no matter how messy your hair is, how wild your limbs are. she doesn’t wake you up to long after her. placing some kisses around your face to convince you. promising you more if you get up and brush your teeth.

𓍢ִ໋ kang seulgi 강슬기

seulgi is a slightly heavy sleeper. both of you wake up around the same time. whenever she wakes up it takes her awhile to adjust to whatever planet shes on. regardless she’s never unhappy to wake up to you. like irene she’s very fond of admiring you in your sleeping form or freshly woken up. she likes to get ready with you, doing skincare or sitting on the counter as she helps you wake up a little. the majority of the time she’s stopping you to give you kisses, how could she not? you’re just to cute!

𓍢ִ໋ son seungwan 손승완

wendy is unironically the clingiest when she’s wake up. most times she doesn’t fully get up without you up. between the both of you she always is up first, it’s just habit. she never immediately gets up. she likes to spend her time relishing you, even if your not aware. especially if she’s busy with a comeback, her most fond way of admiring you is when you’re sleep. any little moles, birthmarks, your lashes, the way your eyebrows moves when you stir awake makes her fall in love with you all over. gently caressing your cheek to coax you awake.

𓍢ִ໋ park sooyoung 박수영

joy is probably the most giddy to wake up with you. sometimes she gets so busy that she forgets what it’s like to wake up with you. on the occasion she’s not so busy and can wake up with you she’s happy! she’s quick to press kisses along your face and gently remove the blanket from you in hopes to wake you up. her morning hugs are always the best. she likes to cuddle you when you’re both awake, gently caressing under your shirt, her nails grazing against your back. more than likely you end up falling back asleep, you both wake back up about a hour later to really start the day.

𓍢ִ໋ kim yerim 김예림

yeri can’t be bothered to actually wake up to any alarm by choice. she’s fond on sleeping in and lying under the covers with you. most of the time you are the one to wake her up. if she does happen to wake up before you she sits for awhile. pondering on her day. then her teasing nature is quick to start and take pictures of your sleeping figure. she can’t help but giggle, so uncontrollably that it wakes you up. you are quick to attack her but she always apologizes quick to save her. claiming to delete, knowing she’s going to store them in a folder as blackmail. what can i say?

[spadesolace]

long live (seulgi's version)

thomasian! seulgi x lasallian! reader

you're familiar of the girl with a face card that doesn't decline for as long as you can remember. loved her for years that you genuinely saw a future with seulgi, but with complications of tradition and religion, was she willing to fight for you the same way you would? (alt synopsis: the one that got away)

words: 4.3k

warnings: it's straight up angst, i don't know what to tell you; mentions of homophobia

“i’m so sorry!”

you didn’t notice the girl kneeling in front of you, rushing to get all the papers scattered on the floor. she had bumped into you, a bit surprising how a small girl like her manages to pack such a blow now that you’re on the floor. she’s carrying a bunch of props for her class - you’re familiar that this was a class requirement for the arts class. it was out of courtesy that you started helping her out, gathering the papers on the floor and some of the books as well. her face was familiar, you’ve seen her since sophomore year of high school.

the somewhat chiseled jaw, subtle cheekbones, and her eyes are captivating - that was how you remembered her back in sophomore year.

two years later and she seems a bit more mature, her jawline is still somewhat chiseled but it seems like her baby fat is already gone. she has bangs now which suits her face and showcases her eyes much more, but her smile is something. the way she thanked you as you handed her the props and watched her run towards the auditorium - she had to take off her school shoes just so she wouldn’t trip again.

“thank you, y/n!!”

she remembered your name, it shouldn’t matter - everyone in your high school knows everyone. such a small space that you feel like the world revolves around it but her remembering your name somewhat leaves an impression on you. her being a year lower than you and let alone you never left quite an impact on your school, aside from being an honor student and participating in events that actually interest you which was mostly the sportsfest. still, you know her face, you know that she's a year below you and that she’s a great dancer, but aside from that nothing else.

sure, you may or may not find her pretty when you first saw her back then during the annual dance competition at your school that you passed on. not like the pretty girl in the center really knew you but somehow she remembers your name - it’s so small but why is it affecting you so much? even looking at some identification around your body; your ID on your pocket and you have no nametag.

walking back to the auditorium after your prom practice, fate has a weird way of playing with you that day. the atmosphere was somewhat tense, everyone in awe as you stood at the back, watching the play on stage that was produced and performed by the juniors for their arts class - she was on that very stage. hair in a ponytail as she danced her heart out, as if she was made for the stage and you understood why everyone was immersed in this high school play. the way she carries herself, her movements, the guy she’s dancing with seemed like an amateur but you’re well aware how great of a dancer he is, just that he couldn’t match her energy.

you’re glad that your best friend was there, filling you in on the play and what has happened but you weren’t that interested in it - you had one thing in mind and you needed it out.

“ano pangalan niya?” your eyes glued to the girl on stage as she exits, the lights go out but you could vaguely see her silhouette as whatever the narrator says goes in your right ear and out your left.

“huh? si seulgi? pre, medyo tanga ka ata - prom partner ko yan.” it never really occurred to you that the girl was your best friend’s prom partner, then again - they’re both great dancers.

“crush mo?” almost out of instinct you wanted to push your friend and deny it all but you weren’t even sure. you could consider her a happy crush to say the least, your only response is to shrug because you don’t know much about her to conclude anything. that conversation was immediately forgotten as you heard the sound effect of a gunshot loud and clear, watching seulgi slowly fall to the ground to act as if she was shot, gracefully done as well.

that was your first encounter with seulgi.

the following week was prom practice and you found yourself talking to your best friend, who kept on nudging you to at least try and talk to the girl.

“tigilan mo ko, bam.”

“nyeh nyeh, aminin mo na crush mo.” 

you rolled your eyes as you let your friends converse amongst themselves as you slowly sneaked off to the side and played on your phone - no one was bothering you until you sensed someone sitting next to you. the quick glance at your phone and the whispered ‘wow’ and ‘amazing’ was distracting you a bit but nonetheless you looked to your right and there she was. watching you play a random rhythm game on your phone as you tried your best not to make it seem too obvious that you’re now a bit distracted with her next to you.

usually you’d hate having people watch you play but there’s something about her watching so intently to you playing this game and almost as if she’s taking note on how to do it as well. it didn’t take long till you silently offered for her to play – there wasn’t much to do during prom practice, you were only waiting till they actually taught the dance.

“ah hindi -” she tried to push your phone away, although you could perfectly see that she indeed wanted to play - you still insisted.

“it’s fine, go for it.” your first proper interaction with this pretty girl was through a game, one that she admits that she was bad at - you told her she’s average even if she was bad. a part of you wanted her to feel good at least, to have fun, enjoy it, but there’s the other part of wanting to see her smile up close.

“seulgi nga pala. seulgi kang.” she handed back your phone, that subtle smile of pure shyness and happiness. you’re sure you’ve probably added her on facebook before when you were in elementary - back when the basis of friends were the amount of mutuals you have despite not knowing them personally.

“y/n. y/n sevilla.”

a week of prom practice and you bonded over a rhythm game, what an odd encounter yet it was a chance to talk to her without the influence of others. that was the beginning of you and seulgi becoming friends. almost talking every single day as you go back and forth on random topics, her ranting about groupmates while you ranted about preparing for exams.

it was like fate was playing with you when you only started talking to this girl when you’re about to graduate high school and head on to college. given the circumstances, you never really understood your feelings for her, understanding that once you go to college that it might be the end of it. the plans to fully cut people off from your high school that aren’t your best friends was about to be pushed through but seulgi seemed to remain in contact.

during the summer, out of the blue she had asked you to hangout, it was not much. you threw a few suggestions until you both decided to just go to the mall and look around, get lunch or snacks within the day.

this wasn’t a date but you tried to put a bit of effort in your outfit, both agreeing to just meet up at the mall. she gave you a pic of her outfit to know what to look for, somewhere within you gained some confidence and sent her a message saying she’s pretty. all you got in reply is her laughing and cursing at you in a lighthearted manner, yet you doubled down and told her in person once you two finally met up.

“you’re pretty.” there’s a faint blush as she jokingly shoved you, avoiding your gaze as if she’s going to turn into stone if she looked at you directly.

“gago.”

“minura pa ako.”

everything was taken lightheartedly, the curses, the compliments, you were being honest and she couldn’t handle it everytime you would say she looks pretty with the bow she wanted to buy or the cap she wanted to get you - almost everything about her made you say that it’s pretty or cute. that it reached the point where she had to try to make you flustered because it seemed unfair how much she’s blushing from the amount of compliments you threw her way, unexpectedly, she held your hand as you were about to enter another store - you’ll never forget how soft her hand is compared to yours, or how small it is, and how it wasn’t just you that was blushing once you closed your hand around hers.

“are you trying to flirt with me?”

“what if-” she loved to tease you, squeezing your hand back as she took the lead and continued on with your window shopping. this time you kept your mouth shut, never mentioning how cute it is that she’s holding your hand as she tried another cap on you and getting herself one as well. saying that it matches the whole opposite aesthetic you both have.

you found it endearing how she still held your hand even after you had to let go just to tie your shoelaces, it felt natural that you’re starting to consider if this was actually a date. some girls are physically affectionate, it wasn’t like you knew if she swings that way - that was a question for another day.

it was mundane as your friends would say. that there was nothing exciting about going around the mall and window shopping, or getting bubble tea before heading home. regardless of what their opinions were, you enjoyed your time with her, a simple hangout that does not require much physical activity aside from walking around. then again you truly wondered if it was a date or a hangout.

once summer was done, seulgi continued on with her life back at your high school, while you were already starting your life in college. the talks and hangouts didn’t stop there - it felt like a tradition to see each other once a month, find something to do and talk about life or any updates. the longer you talked and spent time with her, the more you realized that you were developing more than just a happy crush, you were liking her more by the minute.

when the conversation came up, one that you never really talked about - crushes. a bit reluctant to admit that you had a small crush on her back then but didn’t think much of it because you never knew much about her. a crush is simply the lack of information about the person.

“so, wala sa block section mo?” it almost made you laugh, not expecting her to be curious about any possible relationships happening. you simply shook your head, placing your boba on the table, leaning back on your chair with arms crossed. seulgi was never one to ask about such things, most of which she’d ask directly or word would have gotten to her.

“no, i’m like dying over my classes and you expect me to look at someone in hopes of dating?” there was a look of disbelief on seulgi’s end, as if she wanted to slap you across the face and make you see what she sees.

“oo. hello? you’re y/n sevilla, who wouldn’t have a crush on you.” 

“you?”

before you could process what you had replied, seulgi was quick on her feet and was hitting you on the shoulder. a habit she does whenever either one of you would say something funny or shocking, and it doesn’t seem like it’ll die down any time soon.

“tangina mo? anong ako?” you bit your lip, looking away from her piercing gaze as she made sure you would look at her when you answer her question but you could only look up at the ceiling or down to the floor.

“gusto kita.” that’s how seulgi found out, she already had a hunch but to hear you say it out loud at a cafe with its only customers being you two, it felt like you had screamed it. a minute had passed, turned into five, then ten, sitting in silence as you kept your eyes on your drink and on the floor.

“kailan pa?” you never had an answer to that, when you’ve only known her for almost a year and suddenly you’ve lost track of time because when did you start liking her that way?

“i’m not sure i could pinpoint the exact moment when i felt it but i could tell you that i’ve liked you for a while now.”

“tangina, englishera.” you rolled your eyes at seulgi’s teasing, having been months and you’re heavily exposed to people speaking in english, it just naturally happened. seulgi laughed as you flipped her off, but she was happy, surprised to say the least; she felt the same way and it was nice to know she wasn’t delusional.

“gusto din kita.” you’d think it would be that easy; you like each other why not just put a label to it already. no, if anything she wanted to test the waters a bit more, see if you’d stick it out and honestly you didn’t mind. the true test of your feelings had always been time and distance - she had asked you to wait for her. it was seulgi, you’d do anything for her even if it meant you need to be patient and see if she’ll answer you.

everything felt like it was normal, except the messages became sweeter, a bit more affectionate, and neither of you held back when it came to admitting that you missed each other. you called whenever you can to study together, she would initiate and ask whenever you’d be free for your monthly date - no longer a hangout. 

it had been 4 months when you two had confessed and you were at her graduation not because she gave you an invite. you were there because of a mutual friend who had given you the extra ticket she had bought just for you. this should have raised a red flag in your mind - she didn’t invite you but her friend did. questions were slowly being raised when she didn’t hold your hand in front of her parents or how she kept her distance, then it made sense why she had asked you to wait. in the eyes of her parents, you were a friend and a possible threat because no friend would do the same things you would do. when you were left alone, by the stairs away from prying eyes close to the school gym, anyone could hear the quiver in your voice as you watched her pull her hand away from yours.

“are you ashamed of me?” seulgi knew how observant you are, but it took her by surprise to see how you had managed to get it wrong.

“i’m not - ang complicated, ok.” the slow reach of her hand, carefully looking around as she held your hand giving it a reassuring squeeze as she explained it all. she wasn’t ashamed, her parents are simply too traditional that they want her to date someone who is as traditional as them.

“god, i wanna scream it out to the world how much i love you and i didn’t mean to hurt you. i’m not ashamed of us, or what this could be - you have to understand that we live in a country that isn’t keen on the idea of two girls dating.” 

it pains you to admit but seulgi is right, in a country that isn’t fond of any form of same sex relationships, it was expected. some safety precautions to be considered to not be outed as neither of them knew what her parents could do. you were grateful for not having to experience that yet it pained you that the girl you like can’t openly express her feelings. so you’re now labeled as best friend till who knows when.

despite that, you still managed to go out with seulgi after her graduation and anyone could see the happiness in your eyes despite the insanity of your program at DLSU. when animusika came, you had asked her to come. it was gonna be the first time she’ll be at your university and you wanted her to meet your college friends, when she said yes, it felt like your heart was gonna explode.

when you both watched animusika, you asked her the question while lola amour was playing - your heart definitely exploded when she shouted a yes through the crowd as you tried your best not to kiss her in front of the band or the crowd. she also told you how she would be going to UST for college, a complete win for you, meaning it would be easy to see her whenever you have the free time to do so. everything felt like it was going your way and it did, your entire relationship with seulgi was the happiest you’d ever been.

there were hurdles.

seulgi hadn’t been replying to you for a week now, you tried to recall if you had done anything wrong or if her schedule was busy. if anything she would have told you and as tempting as it is to suddenly show up at her dormitory, you knew better than to just show up unannounced. she was ghosting you.

that entire week was the worst - you’ve never overthought a situation so much that it made you feel queasy, food looked unappetizing, and all you could do is study till you drop because you were in such a fast paced environment that taking a day off would cost so much. so many questions went into your mind, all left unanswered when she finally replied; a part of you was pissed, relieved that she was fine, but also confused.

“sorry, busy with classes. now i get why you’re losing your mind over organic chemistry.” that was her reasoning, classes, studies, and at first you could let it slide, that it wasn’t something you should hold her against. then weeks turned into a month, and at this point you were close to assuming she had broken up with you.

you didn’t.

same reason, she tried her best to keep up with the relationship and her studies. she loves you, that’s what seulgi kept saying after she apologized. that entire thing only happened for a year - she stopped ghosting you after you confronted her about it, she apologized once again.

and you still didn’t notice the red flags as much.

some would say you were blinded by love, others would call you a martyr with how much pain you could endure for your girlfriend. still, you loved her with everything that you are. it was seulgi, there was a future with her in your mind.

there were also good times.

seulgi was one for physical touch, but she truly showed her love through acts of service. it was just a normal day, luckily for her she was on vacation while you were suffering from your classes especially with midterm right around the corner. you definitely were losing it but something about seulgi calling you and checking up as she listened to your rants that started out light then slowly turned into a full blown breakdown - she had to come over and make sure her girlfriend felt better.

it was such a simple thing of bringing a care package of your favorite snacks, a small plush that had her perfume to keep you company, and a bunch of letters that made you question if her love language is acts of service or words of affirmation.

that wasn’t the first time she had done it, within the span of your relationship, almost every midterms or finals she’d send a care package. who wouldn’t think of a future with someone as sweet and considerate as seulgi?

then again, you didn’t want to end it… but she did.

out of all the relationships you’ve had before and after kang seulgi, you can admit that she was the one that got away.

how did it end? how did you lose her?

you weren’t at fault, she just couldn’t handle the way her parents had been forcing her to break up with you when they found out. it was an accident on her end, she had kept your relationship a secret for so long but she wasn’t ready to be kicked out or disowned. how was she going to support herself when her tuition is insane, she can’t depend on you on something as big as her tuition - she didn’t want you to think that she was only dating you for money. god, kang seulgi loved you so much but she wasn’t willing to fight for it.

she wasn’t willing to fight for you.

“so that’s it?” there was disbelief in your voice as you croaked while tears freely flowed from your eyes. time had passed by slowly as you both sat there at your place while seulgi held the box of her belongings as she tried not to break down in front of you. if anyone was going to be the strong one, it would be her yet she let a tear slip as she nodded, biting the inside of her cheeks as she looked at you one last time.

“i’m sorry.”

“i know…”

seulgi could only stand by the doorway as you cried in front of her, tear stained cheeks with blood shot eyes.

“you were a wonderful experience, y/n…”

“... you were everything, seul.”

kang seulgi, the girl who you learned a lot about love from - you matured within the four year relationship you had with her. after the break up, you didn’t want to be friends as it stings so much that you wanted to hate her just so you could move on but you can’t. everything that you were back then, she saw it all; from your best up to your worst - seulgi saw it all and yet she still loved you through thick and thin.

ten years had passed since you broke up - life works in such mysterious ways because once you cut someone off, you never see them again even if you were in the same place at the same time. within those past ten years, you met a lovely girl at medical school and she was so patient, understanding, you did end up marrying her.

you adopted a child and to say the least you never expected the kid to rummage through your old belongings and see a picture of you and seulgi back when she officially became your girlfriend. you told her everything in a way that a five year old would, she took it lightly - didn’t question your loyalty to your wife and hoped that she won’t bring it up once again.

“what if you see her again?” there was no answer to that question because what would you do if you saw the very girl that got away?

“i’d say hi, ask her how’s life been treating her, and end it there.”

“are you really telling our daughter about her?” irene had walked in, she’s well aware of the story of you and seulgi and she didn’t hold it against you. she was grateful that you had met seulgi, that things had gone through its natural course as it led you to her.

“minjeong is only a kid, rene. she won’t remember it.” you were so wrong.

fate is indeed a tricky thing because your daughter had runned off somewhere in the mall, frantically retracing your steps - until you saw her with a lady that somewhat looked familiar. her hair was longer, the baby fat was gone, she seemed a bit leaner with some muscular definition but time had been kind to her. there she was, with your daughter, watching as the kid ran towards you as you scolded the poor five year old for running away somewhere.

“y/n?” her voice had definitely matured as well, slowly looking right at her as you carried the kid in your arms as you smiled at her. the pain was no longer there, that’s when you knew that you have long moved on and didn’t care for any of the answers to your questions.

“hi, seul.” she was all too familiar with that smile, a part of her longed for it for years but seeing you right in front of her felt like she was back to being a kid. seulgi regretted not fighting for you once she saw how happy you are with your wife and daughter. she could have had that but fear had consumed her yet it didn’t stop her to talk to you like an old friend.

“tinawag niya akong tita… ni-”

“minjeong, yeah… not long ago she saw a picture of us and asked about it.” you cut her off, immediately explaining the entire thing on how your daughter got curious. she never expected you to freely talk about her nor the fact you kept a picture of you two, even when you’re now married. there were a lot of things she wanted to ask but a part of her wasn’t sure if it was a good idea. she did want to say one thing.

“i’m so sorry, y/n.”

“it’s fine… it’s been a decade, seul.”

it felt like deja vu, like you’re back to being high school students who had bumped into each other. this time you’re not chasing after her, she’s now a girl who you loved that your daughter will surely ask about and it won’t hurt as much as it did as you tell her the story in a way that was written as a fairytale.

[urno1luv]

tw: noncon, forced breeding, forced marriage, bruises and blood

men and minors do not interact

alpha!selugi who promised to marry you, love, arranged, or forced, despite it being against your wishes.

alpha!seulgi who hated and loved the fact that you were so pretty, which meant that other alphas were also romantically interested in you.

alpha!seulgi who also hated that you would always push her away, even more now because your parents accepted the proposal for you.

alpha!seulgi who's patience was slowly being lost while dealing with your spoilt attitude.

"baby, why are you crying? it's our wedding day, be happy. also, don't sit in the corner of your own wedding, you look pathetic."

alpha!seulgi who makes you stand up from your secluded spot, and looks you up and down, her predatory gaze settling on your cleavage.

alpha!seulgi holds your wrist, bruising it, as she greets the last few guests. she turns to you, her blue eyes raking through your form, and she grabs you, taking you to the limo that will drive you both to your new home together.

alpha!seulgi, who can smell your scent of fear radiating in the back of the limo. she consoles you by wrapping her arms around your shaking figure.

"don't be afraid, little wife. i'm not going to hurt you, or do anything you don't want, okay?"

......... ....... ....... ......... ........ ........ ......... ........ ........ ........

you both arrive to a large mansion, probably payed by seulgi's parents. seulgi's hands creep closer to your waist, sending shivers of discomfort running down your body.

you pull away from her, and walk quicker, towards the massive, intricately detailed doors which were opened by two servants.

seulgi stares after you, biting her lip so hard it draws blood. she takes a deep breath, and controls herself, heading after you. it wouldn't be nice if she lost her composure around you, would it?

you head towards the staircase at the center of the mansion. the house itself looks pretty, but not homely, or lived in. you notice seulgi coming after you, so you wait for her to say something, anything.

she gazes down at you, eyes as cold as the north seas. you notice her scent changing into something more calm, but there's a hint of something beneath, something that bothers you.

she finally speaks, and her dark tone suggests that she's unhappy with you.

"what's bothering you, my love? why do you shy away from me? didn't i tell you i wouldn't hurt you?"

your mouth opens, yet no sounds exit them. you fiddle with your hands, clearly not able to answer her questions.

she breathes in, before speaking again.

"i know you don't want this marriage, but i will always treat you well, and i know you're afraid, but put all your trust in me."

she steps forward, slightly towering over you, and she reaches for your hands, stopping you from being distracted.

"no harm will ever come to you under my care, i swear to you."

you finally make eye contact with her, feeling a little more reassured by her comforting words till you notice.... is that guilt in her eyes?

............. ......... ............. ........... ............ ............... ...........

alpha!seulgi who takes you to your shared bedroom for the night, where you were supposed to consummate your marriage.

alpha!seulgi who respects your wishes at first, and you both lay together, her long, pale fingers running through your hair.

alpha!seulgi who's eyes darken as she tells you how much she loves you, and how much she can't wait for you to give birth to her pups.

alpha!seulgi, who cackles humourlessly at you as you sit up, upset by her words.

"what, did you really think that i wasn't going to fuck you? you know how much i love you... and need you... you'll see in a moment, dearest."

alpha!seulgi who throws you back down on the bed, as you begin to struggle against her. her rough hands feeling you up, groping your chest.

alpha!seulgi who ignores your cries and whinpers, begging her to stop, while she rips of your beautiful wedding dress.

alpha!seulgi who kisses your neck, biting harshly everytime you try to raise your hands against her.

alpha!seulgi who undoes her belt, the metal buckle falling to the ground. you try to sit up, but she harshly slaps you, the force throwing you back down. the corner of your lip bleeding, she licks it, laughing at your pain.

alpha!seulgi who forces her cock inside of you, listening to your sobbing, while her body shakes at the warmth of your pussy.

alpha!seulgi who begins thrusting, her skin slapping against yours, while your cries begin to stop, as you lie there silently, eyes overflowing with tears of regret and pain .

alpha!seulgi who empties herself into you, lying on top of you, quivering as her seed fills you to the brim. she stays inside you, kissing and licking the bites on your neck.

"we are one now, my heaven on this earth. you belong to me, as i do you. no one shall take you away from me. our lives will forever be entwined, and nothing you can do will change that. so just accept my love, my love."

a/n: not proofread, and i think i repeated some words lmao. hope you enjoyed! <3

[ourdadai]

☆ seulgi ( red velvet ) lockscreens !

[yujinnieswifeu]

Can you write red velvet x fem reader?

a/n: Hii i’m so so truly sorry for the long wait anon, please forgive me!! 😭 since i don’t really know much abt red velvet, i just wrote some drabbles of Irene and Seulgi, i hope its fine and you enjoy it!! Thanks for the request ;)

Warnings: none, just super fluffy hehe

How Irene and Seulgi reacts during confessions

Irene

We all know Irene is ice queen and im not going to change my mind 🤓 so when you hear the words that spilled past her lips when she confesses that she liked you for awhile now, you were not only taken back, but also glad she had come up to you first since if it was the other way around, you probably would not have said anything because of her icy demeanour and just go home crying in your pillows.

“S-so..i just want to know if you like me too?” Her hands were kept busy, a nervous habit of hers and you held them abruptly, which makes her breath hitch slightly, her face getting slightly red at the contact.

“I liked you for a while now too” you had nodded your head, squeezing her hands which were probably sweaty but you did not care one bit. “You..do?” She looks up at you, since you were slightly taller than her, and your lips curves up to your eyes, your eyes were sparkling which she was always drawn to. It just made her fell for you even more and she could feel her heart beating against her chest.

“Can i..kiss you?” She inches closer, backing you up against the wall of your enclosed room, her demeanour changing but you kinda liked it? “Y-yeah..” Irene closes the gap between you two, kissing you softly at first, your hands were squeezing hers slightly and she rubs your palm, deepening the kiss.

She pulls away, her eyes a darker shade of brown. “You taste so good y/n…”

Seulgi

Seulgi is so puppy coded?? You can’t tell me otherwise. Just imagine her always being so cheerful wherever she goes, it was something that you always liked about her, her bubbly personality. But beyond that, she was always so sweet as well, whenever you were sad over a break up with one of your exes, she was there for you. Telling you that they don’t deserve you, telling you that it was their loss and that you deserve someone better.

Soon, you found yourself drawn to her, how she always cared for you and at your side no matter what happens, making you fall in love with her even more. And not to mention how pretty she looks, how could you not?

It was as if luck was on your side, and as cliche as it sounds, you tripped and fell on her accidentally, her back hitting the hard floor as your face were inches away from hers. It was like those k-dramas, and in that moment, you felt it, the electricity between you two. Your eyes searched hers, and she simply gulped, before reminding you that you were still on top of her.

After that incident, she has been ignoring you. It was coming to a week now and you were starting to lose patience. Every time you would go up to her to try to spark a conversation, she would just find someone else to talk to, dragging them away instead, leaving you frustrated.

When you saw her again, she was about to run off with someone and that was when you erupted. “Kang Seulgi!” She had stopped in her tracks, everyone around her started to quickly walk away from you two, realising the situation and you stomped up to her.

“I’ve had it up to here with you, explain why you are avoiding me!” You said rather loudly, your teeth were clenched slightly in frustration as your hands were curled into a fist. “Wha..what are you talking a-about?” She was acting dumb which frustrated you even more, rolling your eyes as you let out a frustrated sigh, you pulled at her wrist, yanking her to an empty classroom before closing the door behind you two.

“Explain yourself Kang, ever since that incident you have been avoiding me.” You whined in annoyance, and she could feel her cheeks turning hot just at the thought of the incident. How could she not? She had this huge HUGE crush on you for the longest time now and that happened, it just made her scared, she did not want to lose you.

“I….i..i’m sorry.” She sighed, her hands were sweaty as she placed them at her side like a kid would, which made you sigh, holding one of her hands in yours as you gave it a comforting squeeze. “Please Seulgi…tell me why? Did you know? I…i was so happy when that happened, to be that close to you..i know it sounds wrong and all but i think..i think i like you? I’m not sure yet but you make me fee—”

Soft lips on yours, Seulgi kisses you with hunger, her hands now at the sides of your cheeks as she cups them, you groan into the kiss, your hands tangled in her hair as you pull her impossibly closer to you, making out messily.

Soon, you two pull away, breathing heavily and she giggles, breaking the silent. “Wha..whats so funny?” Seulgi shakes her head, smiling which makes you smile too. The Seulgi you knew was back. “I..i like you y/n..for the longest time, i’m sorry for ignoring you, i was just scared of losing you as a friend so i thought that if i ignored you, we would at least still be f-friends.” Her voice cracked a little at the end, and it made your heart break.

You cup her cheeks this time, wiping the tears forming at her eyes away with your thumb before pecking her soft lips again. “I like you Seulgi, i want to be more than friends if that is what you want to.” She smiles contagiously, nodding her head and you smiled back, before pulling her in for another kiss.

[rd0265667]

Seulgi x Reader: Dream Girl

Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon @justme-idle

A/N: It's fluff I swear

To most people, dreams are like fleeting wisps of fantasy—moments of escape where the laws of reality bend and shift, offering a brief respite from the mundane. They speak of dreams as whimsical adventures, an occasional playground for their subconscious. They speak of dreams with joy, piecing together the intermittent adventures they would concoct in their brains. Their dreams bring them to lands unknown and bring them joys untold. There's a theory that dreams are a glimpse into the lives of your multiversal counterparts, your doppelgangers. Well, if that were true, you pitied the poor fools across the multiverse; your doppelgangers had to be going through hell.

See, while others had dreams, you only had terrors. Nightmares came to haunt you, night after night. It was a rare night to get more than 3 hours of sleep. While it did take some time, you did adapt to it. You didn't enjoy it, but well, beggars and choosers and all that. You set alarms around 2 hours in, hoping that you'd be pulled out of your sleep before any nightmares came. To make up for the lack of sleep, you resorted to snacking constantly and eating small amounts of food to make up for your lack of energy. Naturally, this brought up quite a few other problems. This did come with it's perks, though. As a corporate worker, one doesn't exactly have much personal time for R&R. So in the ungodly hours where everyone you knew slept, you stayed up, binge-watching any content you could find. Kpop, to be exact. You basically just binge-watch K-pop content at night—various shows, music shows, music videos, anything. Not exactly an awe-inspiring or particularly jaw-dropping talent, but well, it had its moments to shine. Particularly, a radio show, where your recognition of Ice Cream Cake within the first second of the song earned you a prize that many others had failed to obtain despite spending thousands on albums. A small intimate fan meet amongst Red Velvet and 100 lucky fans. Maybe your nightmares were actually real life, and life was a dream. Listen, if you could meet Red Velvet, you'd take whatever came with it. It seemed that the powers that be, decided to test that statement, as you excitedly hopped into bed, brimming with anticipation at meeting your idols tomorrow. You always turned your alarm clock on, you always did, right?

As you opened your eyes, you found yourself in a foreign room, framed works of arts lining every square inch of the walls around you. The room was dimly lit, shadows flickering against the walls like malevolent spirits, the only thing keeping you from complete darkness were the candles, desperately flickering as it tried its best to keep the room lit. You stood in the centre of the room, cold sweat pouring down your face, your breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The air was thick and oppressive, carrying a nauseating stench of decay that made your stomach churn. You knew in your gut that something was wrong. You’ve made it a point to always have your alarm set, and it pulls you out before anything happens right? You couldn’t be that careless right?

Well, you alway enjoyed proving yourself wrong.

Without warning, the walls began to close in, the room shrinking around you. You tried to move, but your feet were rooted to the ground, as if the floor had turned to quicksand, dragging you down. Panic surged through you as the winds grew stronger, extinguishing the candles, and the darkness crept closer, the shadows morphing into monstrous, writhing shapes that seemed to reach out with clawed hands.

A low, guttural whisper echoed, repeating your name over and over, each iteration louder and more insistent, filled with a sinister glee, followed by a loud cackle. You strained to see where it was coming from, but the source remained hidden.

Out of the corner of your eye, a figure emerged from the darkness. It was unfamiliar yet grotesquely horrifying, a twisted amalgamation of nightmares. Its eyes were hollow, pits of endless darkness that swallowed all light. Its mouth stretched into an unnatural grin, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. It reached out with skeletal hands, fingers elongating and curling like the legs of a giant spider.

You tried your best to stay calm. You had enough experiences with nightmares to know that however realistic it felt, it was all fake, and it would be over soon. The walls were almost touching you now, the space so confined you could barely breathe. The figure's icy fingers brushed your face, their touch burning like acid, sending waves of agony through your body. Their whispering voice was right in your ear, speaking in a language you couldn't understand, yet the words filled you with an overwhelming sense of dread and despair.

Breathe, just breathe. It would all be over soon. Just breathe

Just as the walls were about to crush you, everything stopped. The figure vanished, the walls receded, and you were left alone in the now cavernous, empty room. The silence was deafening, but it was short-lived. The ground beneath you began to crack and crumble, and you started to fall into an abyss of endless darkness, the wind howling in your ears as you plummeted into the void.

You reached out, grasping at nothing, feeling the cold, slimy tendrils of something unseen wrapping around your limbs, pulling you deeper. The whispers grew louder, now a cacophony of voices screaming your name, each one more frantic and desperate than the last.

You bolted up from your bed, shirt soaked in sweat, panting heavily as your chest heaved up and down, looking to your phone in regret. You should have just remembered to set that damn alarm. Great Start to the day. At least this one was a tame one.

With your fashion sense limited to dress to impress, and you still being thrown off by that nightmare, you decided to forgo any flashy attire, opting instead for a simple outfit, throwing on a baggy hoodie and some jeans, then heading out to the event. Once you reached the auditorium, you saw quite a large crowd already gathered, some assumedly being dispatched or some fans hoping to get lucky and see the idols in real life. Walking up to the entrance, you were stopped by two security guards, who, after verifying your ticket, quickly ushered you into the venue. Quickly grabbing a seat, you look up to the stage, and immediately you're struck in awe of the sight in front of you. Of course, you had seen them online before, and you had spent countless hours gushing to your friends over how pretty they were, but seeing them in person and so close was a whole different kind of ethereal. And amongst this collage of beauty and almost angelic perfection, one stood out to you. The other members looked good, that you couldn't deny, but Kang Seulgi just had this aura about her, and you found it hard to rip your eyes off of her. You could almost swear she locked eyes with you for a moment. For a moment, that took your mind off that horrible nightmare. Just for a momentAs the event kicked off, you were ushered to the front of the stage, feeling your heartbeat accelerate as you got closer to the stage, clutching the Red Flavour album tight against your chest. Walking up to the first seat, you were greeted with a warm smile by Wendy. You shared a quick conversation with her, talking about how much you loved her music. Catching on to your nervousness, Wendy let out a slight chuckle. "Take a deep breath, What's your name?" Wendy asked "Y/N" You mumbled out, embarrassed at having been caught going into fan mode. "Thank you for all your support, Y/N. I appreciate every one of our fans, and I look forward to releasing more songs for you guys to enjoy!" Wendy replied, motioning to your album, taking the cap off her pen. This continued with the other 3 girls, though the interactions varied, Yeri and Joy being more playful, while Irene, while still interacting, was more laid back, letting you do more of the talking. Finally, you reached the one who you'd been almost bubbling over in excitement to meet. As you reached Seulgi, before you could even say anything, Seulgi looked straight into your eyes. before quickly grabbing you by the hand. "You look tired." Seulgi said, worry evident in her tone. You did try to answer, you really did, but with Seulgi's hand on yours, her eyes locked on yours, your words couldn't leave your throat. "Are you okay Y/N?" Seulgi asked, looking worriedly at you. With a hard gulp, you force yourself to focus, slowly wiggling your hand away from under Seulgi's hand in an attempt to force your brain to rewire itself. Worried, Seulgi looked to her manager in a corner, beckoning her over to bring a bottle of water for you. "Thank you." Was all you could mumble, taking a seat as your eyes darted around wildly, from Seulgi's auburn locks, to her soulful eyes, there really was nowhere you could look without being entranced by her. "Your fatigue, is it a common thing?" Seulgi asked, akin to a therapist or medical professional more than an idol. "Yeah, but it's not a medical condition, it's just, I get nightmares. I don't really get more than 3 hours of sleep a night" You explain, nervously fidgeting, unable to maintain eye contact with her. "Oh, you poor thing, I'm sorry to hear that.  How do you even cope with this? Have you talked to anyone about all this?” Seulgi asked, leaning in closer to you.

“I usually listen to Kpop, but sometimes, I’ll just go to the beach near my house and just listen to the waves, maybe have some cookies, it helps. About telling others…I’ve mentioned it, but nobody really takes it seriously. I don’t want to get any special treatment for it either, so I tend not to talk about it unless anybody asks. You must think I’m some kind of weirdo.” You begin to mumble. Who needs nightmares when you have adolescent brats who could make fun of anything? “Nonsense, we all have our own problems, and it’s not like this is within your control. Stay strong, I’m sure there will be someone to help you soon.” Seulgi said, giving you a small smile as she reached out, gently squeezing you on your shoulder. “I’ve tried, Seulgi, it’s been a long time, at some point, you adapt instead of overcome.” You said, downtrodden, the most recent slip up induced nightmare still sending chills down your spine. “I have a good feeling about it. Trust me.” Seulgi said with a smile. It’s a curious thing, this has been said to you multiple times, many many times, parents, teachers, friends who were understanding, therapists, many, many people. And to be frank, after the first 3 or 4 times, you had kind of lost hope. They were just being nice, and you understood that. It’s not like they would say, “You’re stuck with this now, now scram kid, I want to watch Shark Tank.”, so you always took their words at face value, just a wish, and a hope for a better tomorrow. However, now, as you looked into the eyes of Kang Seulgi, international superstar, renowned kpop idol, there was a resolute hope, a belief even that what she said was true. Wow, you thought to yourself. Kang Seulgi was out of this world. The manager whispered to Seulgi, gesturing to the line that had begun to form behind me. “One moment.” Seulgi said to her manager, before Seulgi hastily grabbed your album, signing it. ‘Wishing you all the luck in overcoming your afflictions. I’ll be with you all the way, whether through our music, or in my thoughts. Your Dream girl(and better be your favourite), Kang Seulgi <3)”

“Woah” Is all you could mutter as you crashed onto your bed, reading what Seulgi had written on your album for what had to have been the hundredth time of the day. Or the thousandth, you’d lost track to be very frank. Could there really be a solution to your nightmares? Perhaps, but that was a problem for another day. Now, you sleep. The little sleep you can get anyways. Turning to your side, you set an alarm for 2 hours. Perhaps Seulgi was right, but unfortunately, you weren’t gonna risk another night terror at the assurance from a Kpop idol. Perhaps soon, not now.

As you tucked yourself into your bed, and drifted into your deep sleep, you sat up, hand moving to your phone, shutting the alarm off, before falling back into the bed, in a slumber all the while.

For the second time in as many nights, you sat up, this time finding yourself in a transparent room in the middle of the ocean, waves crashing around you, the symphony of silence chiming in your ears, the only thing audible being the crest and trough of the waves. This was calm. This was great. This was wrong.

You looked around, confusion stirring. Looking at the room, you saw a table with two seats, one seat occupied by a woman, who slowly sipped a cup of water as she admired the sea. Before you could ask anything, the woman spoke. “Do you like this? I scanned your subconscious, and this was an environment you found relaxing.” The woman’s voice was familiar. Too familiar. You recognised that voice. “Seulgi?” You say in disbelief. The woman ignores you, continuing to sip her water, as she beckoned you to a seat opposite of her, across the table

What the hell was going on? Was this a nightmare? This was definitely different from the nightmares you were accustomed to.

“This isn’t a nightmare, that much I can promise you. Trust me 0n this. Take a seat and I’ll explain.” Looking around, you tried to take in as much as you could as you moved to the vacant seat. You somehow overslept again, but instead of a nightmare, you were stuck in something more akin to a dream, with a lady you’d assume was similar to an oneiroi. The lady, who looked exactly like Kang Seulgi. None of this made sense. “I’m not an oneiroi, though I’m impressed you know about oneiroi. And before we go on, yes, I can hear what you’re thinking. Any other questions?” The lady said with a smile, snapping her fingers, a cup full of hot chocolate, your go-to drink by the beach, suddenly appearing in your hand. “What are you? How is this happening?” “Well, before anything, I apologise for taking so long. A peek into your subconscious shows how much suffering you’ve been through. And for your questions, I’m akin to a technician. I’m here to fix your nightmares, but it’s a long job, so while you sleep, instead of nightmares, I’ll be here. I can make this room anything, a batting cage, a movie theatre, whatever you need to relax. And when you wake up, you’ll feel well rested, as if you slept through the entire night.” Looking at her, your mind raced with the possibilities of all that could happen. Was this real? If this was real, it’ll finally be over, the sleepless nights, the 2 hour sleeps, the nightmares. You didn’t know if you could place your full faith in this. Then, your mind instantly bolts to the next question. “Why do you look like Seulgi?” You asked, and just as the woman was about to answer, you raised your hand, the answer seemingly having come to you. Seulgi had left a deep impression on you after that fanmeet, and with all that talk about helping your nightmares go away, all of that must have made your mind associate Seulgi with fixing your nightmares. That made sense. Clearly sensing your thoughts, the woman let out a light giggle. “You’re quick.” She quipped, causing you to shrug. “Well, if I’m to spend my time here with you, what do I call you?” You asked “Whatever you want.” “Would you mind if I called you Seulgi? That’s who you took your likeness from, and I’d probably end up calling you that anyways.” You asked, the woman nodding in agreement. “Alright, Seulgi, how long does this dream last? And can you make this place, like a nice old timey diner.” You asked, Seulgi nodding, snapping her fingers, and just like that, the room around them was morphed into a diner, as you found yourself in a small cubicle in the diner, sitting opposite to Seulgi. In front of you was your favourite food, a good bowl of Jjangmyeon, while Seulgi had a plate of Kimchi Tuna Fried Rice. “See that clock there?” Seulgi gestured to the wall clock, showing 10 minutes left. “Each of these dreams will last 2 hours. You lost some time on this one since I spent some time getting you here. When the time runs out, you’ll wake up at 0700 in this case. You need to spend a minimum of 2 hours here for any work to get done, so do account for it. You’ll have to at least get 4 hours of sleep for the next few months, how many exactly, I can’t be sure.” You nodded in understanding, making a mental note to make sure you changed your sleeping habits. “Seulgi, can I ask a favour of you?” You ask, slowly eating the bowl of Jjangmyeon.

“Shoot.” Seulgi replied. She knew what you were going to ask, but, well, this facilitates human interaction more. “Seeing as I’m going to spend quite a bit of time here, you’re going to be my only companion. For us to hang out, well somewhat normally, considering you’re basically an angel, could you not read my mind? At least that way, I can feel like I’m talking to a friend, and not an omniscient being.” You ask, Seulgi returning a small smile. “Of course. If that’ll help you relax more, by all means.” Seulgi said, before snapping her fingers As the time passed, you began to ask Seulgi questions, to which she answered with an amused smile all the while. “What are you? Are you a figment of my imagination? Or are you some sort of extraterrestrial, or supernatural?” You asked, before hearing a buzz from the clock. Hearing that, Seulgi let out a light giggle. “Oh well, questions for tomorrow night.”

You sat up in shock, finding yourself back in your bed. Wow, this was…wow. It was a foreign feeling but you felt rested, invigorated. You could get used to this.

“You’re looking chipper. What song is that anyways?” Lucy commented, letting out a light snicker as she watched you by the copier, humming a tune while you scanned some documents. “There’s no way you don’t know Cosmic. By Red Velvet? No? That’s kind of disappointing Lucy.” You commented as she shrugged, then rolled her eyes, taking a sip of coffee before heading back to her desk. So this was what working on a full night of sleep feels like. It’s great. Well, as great as working a corporate job can be.

As the night dawned, you laid in your bed once more, about to shut your eyes, just before you felt a wave of insecurity rush over you. What if last night was part of a bigger nightmare, give you a sense of false hope before showing you that rock bottom indeed had a basement? “This isn’t a nightmare, that much I can promise you. Trust me 0n this.” Seulgi, or technically Fake Seulgi’s words echoed in your mind. Could you trust her? Your finger lingered over the alarm app. A few seconds later, you sighed. In for a penny. Setting your phone to the side, you turned your lamp off, going off into sleep.

“Welcome back.” was all you heard, finding yourself in what looked to be a cosy home theatre. Looking around, you saw a widescreen TV, and a small two seater couch. “What’s this?” You ask, looking confusedly at Seulgi, who simply smiled. “Deadpool and Wolverine. I know you’ve been meaning to watch it but you haven’t been able to get tickets for it, so here.” Seulgi says with a smile, patting the seat beside her, two buckets of popcorn in her hands. “Oh, nice.” You say in jubilation. You rush towards the seat, Seulgi handing you the bucket of popcorn, before snapping her fingers, the opening sequence then beginning to play. Everything seemed normal, but all of sudden, you feel a hand slide on your arm, looping around yours, causing you to tense up. What was happening? You turn to your side, seeing Seulgi stare at the screen nonchalantly, as if her arm wasn’t looped around yours. “Everything okay?” Seulgi asked sweetly, in a way that made you almost certain she knew what she was doing. “Fine.” Was all you could say, causing Seulgi to giggle, going back to watching the movie. Would you really make Seulgi so flirty with you in your mind? Would you? Yeh, sounds about right. This was wrong though, and you knew it. Your heart rate accelerated, and you felt a crimson blush across your face. All this, for a fake imagined version of a Kpop idol you could only dream of even watching a movie together. It was wrong, and it had to stop.

Easier said than done, however. Especially when Seulgi looks at you the way she does, trapping you in her dark hazel eyes, showing you universes you had no clue even existed. It also didn’t help how clingy Seulgi was during the movie. Oh well, it’s probably just a one time thing, the next one would probably be the two of you just chatting like a couple of friends. Well, right and wrong.

You guys had many hangouts, but some stuck out more than the rest

In the dimly lit café, the ambiance is warm and inviting. Seulgi is seated at a corner table, her face illuminated by the flickering candlelight. You join her, and she greets you with a smile that seems to light up the entire room.

Seulgi leans in slightly, her voice playful. "I was hoping you'd come by. This place has the best coffee. Have you tried it?"

You smile, feeling a flutter of excitement, before rolling your eyes playfully. “Wow, tooting your own horn huh? Never pegged you for a self indulgent type.” “What can I say? I’m the best.” Seulgi says with a smile, causing you to playfully shove her, laughing at her faux confidence

As the conversation flows, you find yourself drawn to her laughter and the way she engages with you. Her presence makes everything feel more vibrant. She teases you about your taste in books, and you playfully banter back, though you use real life information on Seulgi instead of what you know of this Seulgi.

Another night, the scene shifts to a moonlit park. The path is lined with glowing lanterns, casting a golden light over the surroundings. Seulgi walks beside you, her dress fluttering with the gentle breeze.

Seulgi nudges you playfully as you stroll along the path. “I’ve never understood the hype around night strolls.”

"Have you ever noticed how peaceful everything feels at night? It’s like the world slows down just for us." “Umm, I’m not real? What are you saying?” Seulgi giggles as she playfully flicks you on the forehead, causing you to smile, but also pulling you out of the moment. Your feelings for this Seulgi was undeniable, but how could you feel that way for someone who was nothing more than a spectre of your own imagination? “Are you okay?” Seulgi gently asked, this time more gentle and careful, seeing the change in your demeanour. “Yeh.” You said with a forced smile, continuing to walk through the makeshift park

You talk about everything and nothing as you walk. She shares whimsical stories, and you respond with your own tales, each of you enjoying the other’s company.

Every now and then, she’d glance at you with a soft smile. The way she leaned in slightly when she spoke, or the way she let her fingers graze yours as you walked, created a sense of closeness that was both comforting and disorienting. You found yourself caught between the peace of the moment and the unsettling, terrifying reality of being in love with someone who didn't exist.

In another dream, you find yourselves at a bustling carnival. The air is filled with the sounds of laughter and carnival games. Seulgi is by your side, her eyes bright with excitement.

She tugs you towards a game booth, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Let’s see if you can win me that plush toy! I’m counting on your skills."

You accept the challenge with a grin, the playful competition adding to the joy of the evening. As you win the plush toy and hand it to her, she laughs, her eyes sparkling. "I knew you had it in you!"

“Did you rig the game?” you asked with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow at Seulgi.

She grinned mischievously, wrapping her arms around the plush toy. “Who knows? Maybe I just wanted to see you win. Sometimes, a little magic can make things more fun.”

“Thanks for this though.” Seulgi whispered, gesturing to the plush, getting on her tiptoes, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

As you stood stunned, she laughed, laughing as she pulled you to the Ferris wheel

You both ride the Ferris wheel together, sharing a quiet moment as you look out over the carnival below, the lights glimmering from the ground as you sat conflicted, attempting to combat your burgeoning feelings

Another night, you’re in a serene garden at twilight. The air is filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and the garden is bathed in a soft, golden light. Seulgi is with you, her presence calming and serene.

You sit on a bench, surrounded by the beauty of the garden. Seulgi turns to you, her voice gentle. "Isn’t it amazing how some places just feel right? Like they were meant to be experienced with someone special."

You nod, feeling the warmth of her presence. "It does feel like that. I’m glad we’re here together."

Seulgi rests her head on your shoulder, allowing your mind to wander far and wild

“This is really nice,” you said softly, almost to yourself. “It feels like the world has slowed down just for us.”

Seulgi tilted her head slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m glad you think so. Sometimes, it’s these quiet moments that make everything feel right.”

“Thanks for making this for me.” You say

“Anything for you.”

In the next dream, you walk along a starlit beach, the waves gently lapping at the shore. Seulgi walks beside you, her dress flowing with the breeze.

Seulgi picks up a seashell and holds it up to you, her voice soft and playful. "I’ve always liked finding seashells. They make me think of stories and adventures."

“You’ve always?” You ask sceptically

“It’s called small talk genius. Try thinking of topics when you don’t exist.” Seulgi rolled her eyes, sticking her hand out.

You take the seashell from her, admiring its beauty. "You have a way of making even the smallest things feel special."

Seulgi’s eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and affection. “That’s my job, after all. To make things special, even in dreams.”

As you walk along the beach, you talk about your hopes and dreams, all the while Seulgi looked at you, an undeniable look of adoration, but under the surface, you could sense a small look of apprehension. Oh well, problem for another night.

“What’s this?” You look at the envelope, a SM ent sign on it. Looking at it, you found that you were invited back for another fan sign, in two days, but it was only for one of the five members, and you got Seulgi. Wow, that was trippy. Meet the real Seulgi while you were in love with the fake one. This was going to be, mildly confusing The next night, things were different. Instead of coming into a special hang out/date that Seulgi would create, you found yourself back above the ocean, the same transparent box hovering over the ocean, a big grandfather clock in the corner of the room, ticking backwards from 2 hours. Paying it no mind, you move to find Seulgi, who was sitting at the same table as the first night. “Hey Seulgi, what’s with the sudden nostalgia trip?” You ask, letting out a small chuckle, going to sit opposite a rather uncomfortable looking Seulgi, who looked deep in thought. “Seul?” You prod lightly, seemingly pulling her out of her deep thought. “Hmm? Oh yeah, you know, I ran out of ideas.” She quickly sipped her cup of water, trying to force a smile. “Is everything okay?” You ask, slightly suspicious. Between the apprehension of the previous night, and her clear unhappiness here, something was off. “No, nothing, sorry, just, had a lot on my mind, with my upcoming schedules and p-” Seulgi was clearly stressed, and your eyebrow creased in confusion. “You have a schedule? What for? You’re a, well, I still don’t know what you are, but I didn’t think you’d have a schedule.” You ask. “Forget I said anything, what do you want to do? I’m out of ideas unfortunately.” Seulgi shrugs. “Hmm, maybe Karaoke?” You suggest, it was a fun way to pass time, and if this Seulgi was anything like the real Seulgi, you knew you were in for a vocal masterclass. “As you wish.” Seulgi theatrically bowed, snapping her fingers, a karaoke machine and a TV appearing before them. For the next hour and a half, you and Seulgi had a blast, going through the greatest hits, your uninspiring vocals being blanketed by a snap of a finger, granting you passable vocals for the next 2 hours. One song in particular, ironically a Red Velvet Song, Psycho, Seulgi shined and sang that song as if it was composed for her. “Wow, that was…amazing.” “Of course, I’m your dream girl.” She said, winking, causing you to smile, but also tilt your head in confusion. That sounded familiar. “Hey! It’s your turn.” Seulgi called out, handing you the mic. As you scrolled through the music list, your finger hovers over a certain Elvis song. You hesitated playing this song. You had come to terms with your crush on someone who didn’t actually exist. The Portuguese called it Saudade, the haunting desire for an imaginary love. It wasn’t right, but it was inevitable. Night after night of what were effectively dates, it was nigh impossible to not catch feelings for her, not only because she looks like Seulgi, but because of her playful and cheerful personality, a beacon and light for you. She was your salvation.

“Wise men say, only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you.” You sing, locking eyes with Seulgi, who seemed to understand what was going on As you continued to sing, Seulgi’s gaze never left yours, softening as you got lost in her eyes as she swam in the galaxies of yours. The song reaches it’s end, and, nothing. Silence. The two of you sit in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. You knew, the both of you had a choice to make, and it was evident on Seulgi’s face, that she was conflicted. The two of you begin to talk at the same time, causing yet another pause in the conversation. “You go.” You say, allowing Seulgi to go first. She nervously gulps, before starting to talk. “Y/N, I want you to know that I’ve really enjoyed the past two months.” Had it really been two months already? Wow, time flies huh. “Y/N. I know we have something, there’s something between us that I can’t explain, but…” Seulgi paused, and you felt your heart jump from your chest. Of course, what did you expect? This was obviously never going to work out, who could love y- “No, Y/N, it’s not that.” Seulgi suddenly said, causing you to weakly force a smile. “What did I say about peeking about my mind Seulgi?” You say, causing Seulgi to grimace. “It’s involuntary…I can’t turn it off today.” Seulgi says, causing to look at her in confusion. What’s so special about today? “It’s the last day, Y/N. My work here is done, no more nightmares, everything is fixed up, but…that means this too is done. All of it. The 2 hour meetings nightly, the carnivals, the parks. All of it. I’m really sorry.” Seulgi says, causing you to reel back in shock. You didn’t know these dreams would end. Maybe you did, but you just never acknowledged it. Looking hurriedly at the clock, you see the hour hand disappeared, the minute hand too, you only had 20 seconds left. You didn’t have time. Looking hurriedly at Seulgi, you found yourself unable to say a word, instead, you placed your lips on hers, pulling her into an embrace, stealing the last moments of, everything.

“No!” You sit up in your bed, cold sweat, as if you had a nightmare the same way you did before A sigh, you walk to the kitchen island, having to brew your own hot chocolate. As you sit at the island, your mind is in turmoil. That kiss solidified only one thing, and that was that you had fallen in love. And the person you loved was gone. As you slowly sipped your beverage, you notice the ticket for the fanmeet on the island. A last look at your lost love. It was all you had left.

Everything seemed the exact same, the same ball room, the same guards, it all felt cookie cutter, but good. That was good. You needed some familiarity to get your head on straight. The time passed in a flash, and before you knew it, you saw her. Kang Seulgi, the real one, walking into the room, her eyes looking at you, lighting up in recognition. Probably from the previous fan meet, you muse. You were a unique personality. Time went on, and the people ahead of you trickled away, all until you found yourself in front of her. “Y/N. Right?” Seulgi asked, looking to her manager, snapping her fingers to get the manager’s attention, then pointing to you. “Yeh, from the previous fanmeet. The one with the nightmares.” You say, seeing the manager come with a cup, steam forming above. “How’ve you been?” Seulgi asked “Better, the nightmares are gone, and that’s thanks to you.” You say with a small smile, taking the cup from the manager. Hot Chocolate. “Oh, that’s great, but why thank me? All I did was wish you the best.” As the time you had spent with her began to flood your mind, you felt yourself begin to tear up, everything you had been through with her, the love you had for her, all overwhelming you. “Are you okay?” Seulgi asked, quickly leaning toward you, her hand almost cupping your face, before quickly moving down to your shoulder. “Yeh, I’m fine, just, thank you for everything. You don’t understand how much you helped me through my problems, I love…everything you’ve done for me, and I just wanted you to know that. I’m sorry if I seem a little weird, I have to go now.” You quickly turn around, wanting to quickly walk away. Walk away before you break down in that chair, before you tell her that you loved her. “Y/N?” Seulgi called out, causing you to halt. Shutting your eyes tightly, you try to put on a brave face, turning around to face Seulgi, who had a small smile, and a familiar glint. “I didn’t think you were weird, and for what it’s worth, I really enjoyed our kiss.”

[seullovesme]

neck kisses » kang seulgi

the middle photo triggered smth in me when i fohnd it on pintrest and i wrote this instead of sleeping last night 😅😅😅

pairing ⥬ seulgi x reader

genre ⥬ fluff (suggestive)

summary ⥬ is it wrong for a girl to want to give her girlfriend some neck kisses?

warnings ⥬ neck kisses obv, open mouth kisses, moaning

WC ⥬ 597

“what are you up to?” seulgi rose an eyebrow at your goofy smile as you approached her. she was just cooped up on the couch watching her shows as it was her off day, and usually you let her have her own time but you just couldn’t stand being away from her for even an hour. this whole time you’ve lurking around her, trying to get what you wanted most since she’s been home.

you snickered to yourself, “what? i can’t sit with my pretty girlfriend on our shared couch?” you plop yourself right beside her, mere inches away from her. she glances at you, squinting her eyes in suspicion before returning her focus to the tv. you look around and tap your fingers on the cushions, pretending to be minding your own business as you slowly shifted closer and closer to her.

seulgi heard the shuffling as you were being quite loud, and she rolled her eyes. she took off her blanket and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her side. “you don’t have to be shy, baby. why didn’t you just say you wanted to cuddle?” she flashed her bear-ish smile you adore so much, and you blushed. ‘because it wasn’t just cuddling i wanted to do…’ you think as her eyes trailed back to the screen, her little giggles filling your ears as the two main leads were having a moment.

before you could even hesitate, you pushed yourself up and onto seulgi, straddling her lap.“hey!”, she shouted as you blocked her view of the tv, causing her to miss an important scene. “cmon baby, they were about to–” she immediately paused her sentence as her face flushed seeing that your hands were on either side of her, pinning her to the backrest. you brought your left hand to her cheek, gently rubbing your thumb against her silky skin.

“w–what are you doing?” seulgi squeaked out as your sudden switch in demeanors was throwing her off. you only smiled at how adorable your girlfriend can be.

“i’m loving you, that’s what.” you snaked your hand down to her neck, not forgetting to fangirl over her jawline. with your right hand, you pushed her hair back to reveal more of what you longed for. you gave a soft squeeze with your left, feeling her gulp underneath your thumb.

you leaned into her neck and tuned out the noises coming from the tv as you went for the one thing you wanted the entire day.

the moment your lips met seulgi’s skin, she folded. she tilted her head back to grant you more access, enjoying your affection tremendously. you pressed small kisses where her jaw met her neck, which was also her favorite spot for you to kiss, her little noises a telltale sign of that. the soft girl could not hold in her quiet moans and they reached your ears in an instant, letting you know that she was enjoying this just as much as you were.

you truly had a thing for her smooth, clear neck as it just looked so appealing, and it was your duty to love and worship every part of her. “mmm… thank you, baby.” you grin against her skin and your small pecks slowly turn to open mouth kisses, sucking faint marks that will most likely fade the next day.

she bit her lip unconsciously as she close her eyes, embracing the pleasure your kisses give her. there’s truly no feeling quite like it, and she’s glad your desires were fulfilled, as well as hers despite her not even realizing that she needed it just and much as you did.

[perfectsunlight]

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𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗮𝗴𝗲-𝗴��𝗽, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝘂𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟭𝟯𝗸 (𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗺𝗴)

𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 - 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗼

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘁’𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗹𝗴𝗶 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗺 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲𝗿. 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝘃𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁, 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗯𝘂𝗺. 𝗶𝗳 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

your feet echoed through the halls of sm entertainment, walls with portraits of numerous notable idols and framed records. each one seemed more impressive with each passing action, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter with excitement. 

that could be you, next. after all, sm had scouted you and immediately wanted to sign you after seeing the viral video of you singing the national anthem at a baseball game. 

as you turned down the end of the hall, a familiar portrait of red velvet was seen on the wall in front of you. your eyes wandered over the frame, scanning the familiar faces of the idols. 

one recognizable face in particular stood out to you the most. 

kang seulgi. 

her captivating presence emanated from the image, reminding you of the countless performances and music videos that had mesmerized audiences worldwide. 

it was hard not to feel a sense of connection, knowing that she had once stood where you stood, and was now your producer. 

you hadn’t met her yet. the managers had mentioned that you’d be meeting her today, since you were due to start working on your debut album as soon as possible. 

sm saw something in you, and you could only hope that seulgi saw something too. 

to be quite honest, there wasn’t much in common between the two of you. you were only 19, new to the industry, and had not an ounce of fame to your name. 

seulgi was 34, a household name and well seasoned member of the industry. it actually caught you off guard when you were told that she’d be your producer. after all, you figured she’d rather work with sm’s trainees. 

with shaking hands, you slowly approached the door to the recording studio you were supposed to meet seulgi in. 

as you stood outside the door of the recording studio, anticipation and nervousness pulsed through your veins. the weight of the moment felt almost overwhelming, considering the stark differences between you and seulgi. 

doubts crept into your mind, wondering if you were truly ready for this opportunity, whether the former idol would see your potential, or if you would be overshadowed by her seasoned presence.

with trembling hands, you mustered the courage to push open the door. the familiar scent of soundproof walls and the soft hum of equipment welcomed you, instantly enveloping you in an atmosphere of creativity. 

as you stepped further into the studio, seulgi motioned for you to take a seat. the room was adorned with musical instruments, soundboards, and lyrics scattered across the table—a realm where creativity would soon unfold. seulgi's gaze, now focused on you, held a spark of curiosity and genuine interest.

her obsidian hues complimented her enigmatic aura.

"i've watched the video of you singing the national anthem," she began, her words like velvet to your ears. "you have a unique voice and undeniable talent. i believe in your potential, and together, we can create something truly special." 

the former idol’s lips curved into a small smile, and maybe it was just the way she was, but you couldn’t help but feel as if there was something sinister behind it. 

the fleeting thought sent a shiver down your spine, momentarily clouding the excitement that had consumed you moments before. was it just your imagination playing tricks on you, or was there more to seulgi’s enigmatic demeanor than met the eye?

pushing aside the unsettling notion, you chose to focus on the opportunity that lay before you. 

seulgi’s belief in your talent and her willingness to collaborate were what mattered most at this moment. perhaps the slight unease you felt was merely a result of your own insecurities and the magnitude of this pivotal moment in your career.

taking a deep breath, you found solace in the scent of the recording studio and the creative energy that surrounded you. 

the former idol’s presence, although mysterious, held the promise of guidance and artistic synergy. the room seemed to pulse with possibilities, and you couldn’t let apprehension cloud the potential for a remarkable musical journey.

gathering your courage, you met seulgi’s gaze and reciprocated her smile. whatever hidden intentions might lurk beneath the surface, you were determined to focus on the task at hand — creating music that would touch hearts and leave a lasting impact on the industry.

“you seem nervous, y/n.” she whispered, voice alluring and velvety. her midnight eyes bore into yours, making the butterflies in your stomach do a few flips. 

she leaned in a bit closer, reaching her hand and placing it onto your knee. 

“don’t worry,” the older woman chuckled, eyes not leaving yours as she smiled, with a hint of sinister, at you. “i’ll take care of you.”

seulgi’s touch on your knee, combined with her soothing voice, offered a conflicting mix of comfort and unease. 

the weight of her words and the enigmatic undercurrent in her grin sent a chill down your spine. was there something more to her offer of care and guidance than met the eye? it was difficult to ignore the lingering doubts that resurfaced.

nevertheless, you chose to push those thoughts aside, reminding yourself that success often comes with its fair share of complexity.

 you had dreamed of this opportunity, and now it was within your grasp. trusting in seulgi’s experience and expertise became paramount, for she had forged her own path in the industry and knew the ins and outs better than anyone.

with a hesitant half smile, you mustered your resolve and replied, “thank you. i trust you.”

the former idol’s eyes flickered for a moment before she leaned back, that mysterious grin still plastered on her face. 

“good. go stand in the booth.” she said softly, eyes not moving from yours. 

a wave of confusion crossed your features. you didn’t think you’d start doing anything today. “right now?” 

the question you asked made seulgi’s eyebrow arch expectantly. without another word, you slowly stood, knowing better than to ask again. 

you weren’t really ready or prepared to start anything today, but for some reason you felt like you couldn’t say no to her. 

as you made your way inside the recording booth, uncertainty gnawed at the back of your mind. the unexpected turn of events left you feeling unprepared and vulnerable. 

yet, there was an inexplicable magnetism in seulgi’s presence that compelled you to not question her.

entering the booth, you adjusted the headphones, feeling the weight of the moment settle upon you. 

seulgi’s voice flowed through the intercom, guiding you through the process. her instructions were precise, instructing you to simply listen to the demo a few times and then sing it with your own voice. 

“and one more thing, y/n.” the older woman’s comment made you look up and stare at her through the glass separating the two of you.

her dark eyes swirled with something you couldn’t quite understand yet, but her gaze was zoned in on you as she continued speaking. 

“when i tell you to do something, you do it.”

a sense of unease crept over you once again, intensified by seulgi’s commanding tone. her words held an underlying intensity that made you wonder about the true nature of this collaboration. however, the desire to prove yourself and make the most of this opportunity pushed you to set aside your doubts, at least for now.

nodding in response, you took a deep breath, grounding yourself in the present moment. the weight of your producer’s expectations felt palpable, yet it also fueled a determination within you. 

you wanted to be the next photo on the walls of sm. and in order to do that, you needed to do everything seulgi asked of you. 

after all, you weren’t exactly in a position to say no. 

as the session progressed, seulgi's instructions became more specific and demanding. she pushed you to explore different vocal techniques, encouraging you to go beyond your comfort zone. though her guidance was undoubtedly skilled, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was an ulterior motive behind every suggestion.

you focused on delivering your best performance, allowing your voice to flow with emotion and authenticity, even as doubt gnawed at the back of your mind.

hours flew by, and you found yourself immersed in the process. the former idol’s presence was captivating, her energy contagious. she was slowly pushing you to your limits, coaxing out the raw talent hidden within you. with each passing moment, the unease you had felt earlier was momentarily overshadowed by a sense of exhilaration and accomplishment.

but as the recording session drew to a close, seulgi's demeanor changed. the enigmatic smile faded from her face, replaced by a steely gaze that sent a shiver down your spine.

"you have potential, y/n," she said, her voice devoid of its earlier warmth. "but remember, success comes at a price. are you willing to pay for it?"

the weight of her words settled upon you, and you couldn't deny the unease that resurfaced. 

in that moment, you made a silent promise to yourself. you would strive for success, but not at the cost of your own well-being. 

with newfound determination, you met seulgi's gaze and replied, your voice filled with a hint of defiance, "i want to succeed, but not at any cost. i'll tread carefully and make my own choices."

seulgi's eyes flashed with a mixture of surprise and something else, an emotion you couldn't quite decipher. but she nodded, a flicker of amusement crossing her features.

"very well," she said, her tone measured. "let's see how far you can go, y/n."

since you were spending more and more time at the company, you became familiar with a few of the artists. ningning was only 5 years older than you, naturally making you two closer because of your ages and your common ground in vocality. the chinese woman was the only true friend you had in the company.

you sat in one of the lounge rooms with ningning, sharing a quick snack together before you had to go in and work with the former red velvet member. as the two of you engaged in casual conversation, you saw your producer talking with a few girls your age. trainees, you assumed. 

“have you met seulgi yet?” ningning asked, turning her head to look at you after you swallowed a bite of your food. her gaze held something you couldn’t quite pick up, but it seemed like she was concerned.

you answered with a small nod. “yeah, she’s my producer.” 

the idol’s gaze darkened, looking down the hall at her senior and then back at you. she whispered in a low tone you had never heard from her before. “if anything happens, come to me okay?”

the seriousness in ningning's voice caught you off guard, and a shiver ran down your spine. it was the first time you had seen her exhibit such concern and protectiveness. you couldn't help but wonder what she meant by "if anything happens." 

feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension, you leaned in closer to your friend, lowering your voice to match hers. "what do you mean by that? is there something i should be worried about?" 

the idol hesitated for a moment, her gaze shifting as if contemplating how much she should reveal. eventually, she sighed and spoke in a hushed tone, barely audible above the background noise. "she's not like the other producers. there are rumors about her, whispers of a hidden agenda. some say she's dangerous."

your heart skipped a beat at ningning's words. the initial allure and fascination you felt toward seulgi began to wane, replaced by a sense of caution. you had always dreamt of making it big in the industry, but you never expected that it would come with such potential risks.

ningning continued, her voice tinged with worry. "i've seen trainees come and go, disappearing without a trace after working closely with her. it's as if they never existed. i can't say for sure what's going on, but please, promise me that you'll be careful."

the gravity of the situation sank in, and you found yourself torn between your ambitions and the fear of the unknown. the desire to succeed still burned within you, but you couldn't ignore the warning signs. there was more at stake than just your career.

you met ningning's concerned gaze, appreciating her genuine concern for your well-being. "i promise i'll keep an eye out and be cautious. and if anything seems off, i'll come to you."

she nodded, a flicker of relief crossing her face. "that's all i ask. you’re not alone in this, okay?"

as you returned to your thoughts, you couldn't shake the lingering sense of unease. seulgi's presence, once captivating and intriguing, now held an undercurrent of suspicion. 

with each passing moment, you became more determined to unravel the truth behind the rumors and protect yourself in the process.

when it was time for your session with seulgi, you entered the familiar studio. immediately, the older woman’s eyes were glued to your figure as she watched you take off your jacket and the way your shirt pulled up a little to show a glimpse of your abdomen.

you couldn't help but feel a prickle of discomfort as seulgi's gaze lingered on you, her mysterious grin widening ever so slightly. it was as if she were studying you, assessing your every move. ignoring the unease, you took a deep breath and approached her confidently.

"good morning, unnie," you greeted, mustering a smile that barely masked your apprehension. "i'm ready to work."

seulgi's eyes flickered with a mix of amusement and something else you couldn't quite decipher. "excellent," she purred, her voice carrying a husky undertone. "let's dive right into it, shall we?"

when you got inside the booth, you noticed a small tea waiting for you with your name on it. a small smile formed as you looked up at seulgi through the glass. “did you get me this?” you asked.

seulgi's lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes fixed on you as she nodded. "i thought you might like it," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of mischief. "consider it a little treat for your hard work."

as you took a sip of the tea, the warmth spreading through your body, you couldn't help but wonder if this was a genuine gesture or another calculated move. the rumors and warnings echoed in the back of your mind, reminding you to remain vigilant.

but you found yourself brushing the worries off because of her kind gesture. was she really that bad as people were making her out to be? 

throughout the session, seulgi's presence remained palpable, her gaze intense as she guided you through the recording process. it was undeniable that she had a certain charisma and talent for bringing out the best in her artists.

as the day progressed, you found yourself more attuned to seulgi's every word and action, searching for any sign of ulterior motives. however, she remained professional, never crossing any obvious boundaries or exhibiting any behavior that would raise immediate concern.

yet, there was an undeniable undercurrent of tension between you, an unspoken power dynamic that you couldn't quite shake off. the connection you had once felt with seulgi had transformed into something more complicated, a delicate dance between admiration and wariness.

days turned into weeks, and the recording sessions continued. the enigma surrounding seulgi only deepened, leaving you in a constant state of uncertainty. you had moments of doubt, questioning whether the rumors were simply baseless gossip.

especially when you were receiving a lot of special treatment from the senior woman. every session, seulgi brought you something. even on your late night recording sessions, she would order dinner for you without any hesitation.

even she said herself that you were the only artist she was comfortable enough doing these things for, especially because she wanted to do it for you.

but the warnings from ningning and the underlying caution in seulgi's demeanor couldn't be ignored, even if you tried. and it only took one particular interaction for you to really see the reality of everything.

today, the dark haired woman wanted you to practice a particular line in the demo for your title track. it was a little out of your vocal range, but seulgi was determined to get it out of you.

her executioner gaze remained on you through the glass as you did a few takes of the line, but after the 5th run, she stood up slowly and made her way inside the booth with you.

she slowly walked in front of you, eyes never leaving yours. “let me help you, sweetheart.”

something about her tone, and the small pet name made you feel a bit fuzzy inside. you gave her a small nod, watching as she moved to stand behind you. seulgi wasn’t really tall usually, but on your producing days she always wore shoes that made her look way taller.

her mouth was behind your ear, whispering softly but not touching your hair. “do you want me to help you?”

the offer caught you off guard, and you hesitated for a moment. the warnings from ningning echoed in your mind, reminding you to be cautious. but a part of you couldn't deny the allure of seulgi's presence, the way her voice sent shivers down your spine.

with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, you turned slightly to face her, meeting her intense gaze. "i would appreciate your help, unnie."

seulgi's lips curved into a satisfied smile, and her hands gently rested on your waist, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. 

her touch was both comforting and unsettling, a paradox you couldn't quite grasp.

her fingers grazed your sides, her voice resonating in your ears. “you’re not breathing right,” she whispered. “breathe slower, not faster.”

the proximity between the two of you felt unnerving, yet you couldn't deny the undeniable tension that crackled in the air. it was as if you were dancing to a dangerous melody, surrendering to the whims of an enigmatic conductor.

but amidst the intensity, a voice in the back of your mind reminded you of the rumors, the whispers that painted seulgi as something more than just a producer. a wave of doubt washed over you, threatening to break the fragile connection forming between the two of you.

summoning all your courage, you gathered your thoughts and spoke in a soft but determined voice, barely audible above the instrumental track playing in the background. "unnie, what are you doing?"

seulgi's grip on your waist tightened briefly before she leaned closer to you, her expression unreadable because she was out of your line of sight. you could only feel her breath fanning the side of your face, and the grip of her hands.

“you don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

seulgi's words sent a chill down your spine, and a knot formed in the pit of your stomach. the lingering doubts and warnings from ningning echoed louder than ever, urging you to be cautious and question seulgi's intentions.

taking a step back, you gently extricated yourself from seulgi's touch, creating a safe distance between the two of you. the studio suddenly felt suffocating, the air heavy with tension.

"i appreciate your guidance, unnie, but this is crossing a line," you replied, your voice steady but laced with a twinge of hesitation. "it's important to maintain a professional boundary."

seulgi's expression faltered for a moment, surprise flickering across her features. it was as if she hadn't expected you to resist her advances. she quickly composed herself, masking her reaction with a calculated smile.

"of course," she said, her voice strained with a hint of disappointment. "i apologize if i overstepped. let's focus on the music."

as you continued with the recording session, the dynamics between you and seulgi had shifted. the once mysterious allure she held had faded, replaced by an underlying tension and an unspoken understanding that the boundaries must be respected.

throughout the session, you maintained a heightened sense of awareness, ensuring your interactions with seulgi remained strictly professional. as a matter of fact, and to your surprise, she did. she didn’t even bother sparing you a second glance most of the time, making you feel a bit conflicted.

you couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and disappointment. the lingering doubts remained, but you had managed to assert yourself and establish a sense of professionalism. once the session ended for the day, you grabbed your jacket and turned to leave.

“goodnight, unnie.” you said softly, looking like a puppy who was waiting to make sure their master wasn’t upset at them. however, to your unexpected disappointment, seulgi didn’t look back and say anything else to you.

seulgi's lack of response stung, leaving you with a pang of disappointment. you had hoped for some acknowledgment or reassurance, but her silence spoke volumes. it was evident that the dynamics between you and seulgi had changed, and the mysterious allure that had initially captivated you was now replaced by a void of indifference.

as you made your way out of the studio, you couldn't help but reflect on the situation. the rumors and warnings from ningning were no longer just whispers in the wind but a tangible reminder of the potential risks that came with pursuing your dreams.

you had stood your ground, set important boundaries and made sure you protected yourself. 

however, why did you feel like you had done something wrong?

when you got home that night, you couldn’t sleep. you tossed and turned in your bed, confused and feeling inexplicably hurt. seulgi was someone you admire greatly, and working with her was definitely a huge blessing. 

but you couldn’t help but feel like you disappointed her, even though you were setting boundaries. 

seulgi was mad at you, wasn’t she? she was going to hate you now, and she wasn’t going to treat you any differently than she was treating her co-workers.

why did that thought make your heartbeat falter? you liked it when seulgi was nice to you, especially since the only other people she’s close with are her members. she was decently close with you, too.

the internal struggle between protecting yourself and wanting seulgi's approval weighed heavily on your mind. it was difficult to reconcile the admiration and respect you had for her as a talented producer with the uncomfortable encounter in the studio. 

you questioned yourself repeatedly, wondering if you had made the right decision to set boundaries.

as the night wore on, your thoughts circled back to the warnings ningning had given you. she cared about you, and her advice was rooted in concern. but now, you couldn't shake the fear of losing the positive rapport you had built with the former red velvet member.

the next day at the studio, you felt a knot in your stomach as you walked in. the atmosphere felt tense, and you were unsure of how seulgi would react to you. to your surprise, she was entirely professional, treating you just like any other artist she worked with. 

there were no lingering glances or special treatment. it stung, but you reminded yourself that this was what you had wanted – a clear professional boundary.

however, as the days went by, the dynamic between you and seulgi remained distant. she didn't engage in small talk or show any interest in your life beyond the music. it hurt more than you anticipated, and you found yourself yearning for the moments when seulgi had offered her guidance and encouragement.

you couldn't help but miss the person who had made you feel special, the enigmatic conductor who had ignited a spark of curiosity within you. but now, that spark felt extinguished, leaving behind confusion and regret.

in the weeks that followed, your interactions with seulgi remained strictly professional. no more teas and dinners, or little snacks with notes. it was just a work relationship, nothing more and nothing less.

one day, as you were about to leave the studio after a recording session, you gave into the gnawing thoughts and decided to ask if the older woman was alright. 

your heart wavered, torn between the need to maintain your boundaries and the desire to reach out to her.

taking a deep breath, you approached her cautiously. "seulgi unnie, is everything okay?" you asked, trying to hide the concern in your voice.

she glanced up, and for a brief moment, you caught a glimpse of something in her eyes. "i'm fine," she replied curtly, but her tone lacked the usual conviction.

you hesitated for a moment before speaking your mind, "i just wanted to say that i really appreciate your guidance during the recording sessions. you've helped me grow as an artist, and i'm grateful for that."

the former idol gave you a small nod, before looking back at the screen in front of her, clicking at a few things.  “i’m glad.” 

dejected. that was the right word. you felt dejected, and if from the side of seulgi’s vision you practically looked like a kicked puppy.

as you stood there, the silence between you and seulgi grew heavier. it seemed as though the connection you once shared had been irrevocably damaged. you wanted to salvage the relationship, to find a way to bridge the gap that had formed between you, but you couldn't ignore the walls that seulgi had put up.

with a heavy heart, you realized that, despite your best intentions, it seemed as if she was going to stay like this. it was a painful realization, but it was also a part of your choice.

you turned to leave, your steps heavy with disappointment. but just as you reached the door, you heard a soft voice behind you.

"wait."

you paused, your heart fluttering with a flicker of hope. turning slowly, you looked back at seulgi, who had an uncharacteristically happy expression on her face. it was like she had flipped some sort of switch from stoic and cold to acting as if nothing was wrong.

“you’ll be seeing another producer for the next few days.”

it was obvious that you couldn’t contain the look of confusion on your features at this new revelation. 

“why?” you asked, voice laced with a twinge of disappointment and utter confusion. 

“i want to spend more time with another trainee i’m working with.” seulgi said nonchalantly, smiling still. “today will be the last session with me until next week.”

the news took you by surprise, and a mixture of emotions washed over you. on one hand, you felt a sense of relief that the tense dynamic would be momentarily relieved, allowing you some time to process your own feelings. 

on the other hand, you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment and confusion at seulgi's sudden change of behavior.

"another trainee?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

 you couldn't help but wonder why seulgi hadn't mentioned this before. you were aware she worked with all the trainees when sm was making testing groups, but you were not aware she was in charge of producing for a trainee who hadn’t even debuted yet.

seulgi nodded, her voice still velvety as ever. "yes. i thought it would be best to dedicate some focused time to this trainee's development. don't worry, it's just for a short while."

despite her attempt to reassure you, the lingering doubts resurfaced. but you knew better than to question this woman who had so much power over your career.

you mustered a small smile, trying to hide your disappointment. "i understand."

as your producer had mentioned, the next day you were sitting in a different recording room with a different producer. 

sm had extremely capable staff members, and it was always an honor to work with anyone here. but you felt disappointed the entire time. to your surprise, you missed seulgi.

despite the boundaries you two had set, you found yourself being unfocused and not liking the time apart from the former idol. it was odd.

on one hand, you felt like you needed to focus with this new producer and not worry about the older woman. she was just doing her job, and you needed to do yours.

but on the other hand, you felt yourself missing the special treatment from her. she was your producer, and you loved working with her, even if seulgi had hidden agendas and ulterior motives.

as the days went by, you found it increasingly challenging to concentrate on your music without seulgi's presence. the new producer was talented and supportive, but there was a spark missing, a connection that you couldn't recreate with anyone else.

you questioned yourself once again, wondering if your desire for seulgi's approval had clouded your judgment. had you become too attached to her, despite the boundaries you had set? it was a confusing mix of emotions, and you couldn't help but feel conflicted.

in the midst of your internal struggle, you received a message from ningning, asking if you were free to meet up. grateful for the opportunity to share your feelings with someone who understood, you agreed to meet her at a nearby café.

as you sat across from the asepa member, the words spilled out of you, a mixture of confusion, disappointment, and longing. you told her about the encounter with seulgi and how the dynamics had changed since you had set boundaries. ningning listened intently, her gaze sympathetic.

"i understand how you feel," she said softly. "it's natural to miss her, even if it wasn't entirely healthy. but remember, you set those boundaries for a reason. it's important to prioritize your well-being and protect yourself."

you nodded, appreciating ningning's perspective. she reminded you of the importance of self-care and staying true to your boundaries. 

"like i said, it’s okay to miss her, but don't let that cloud your judgment," ning continued. "focus on your music and your growth as an artist. she’s just your producer at the end of the day.”

for some reason, that last part bothered you a little. seulgi was more than just a producer to you. sure, she may do some questionable things, but you felt connected to her beyond just a contract. she was definitely more than just someone you worked with.

the end of the week finally came, making you feel relieved in a way to finally be back with seulgi. as you approached the door to the booth, you were practically skipping with excitement to see the older woman.

you looked at your phone to check the time, making sure to go inside right when the minute changed. you didn’t want to waste a single second now that you were back working with her.

when the time changed, you pushed the door open with an excited smile on your face. however, it immediately fell when you saw the way seulgi was smiling at the trainee inside the booth.

seulgi didn’t spare you a second glance as the backtrack stopped, the other girl exiting the booth with a smile on her face. “that’ll be it for today. good job, sweetheart.” the older woman’s voice rang out, the trainee accepting the compliment with a smile as she leaned over and hugged seulgi. 

“thank you, unnie. you’re amazing.” the girl not too older than you said as your producer hugged her back. seulgi chuckled softly, patting the girl’s shoulder gently.

whatever feeling it was brewing inside you, you didn’t like it. you didn’t like how this girl was hugging her, or how seulgi was calling her sweetheart. 

that was your nickname. and that was your producer.

you stood frozen in the doorway, unable to tear your gaze away from the scene unfolding before you. jealousy and insecurity gnawed at your insides, causing a surge of conflicting emotions. it was a reminder that seulgi's attention wasn't solely reserved for you, and it left you feeling vulnerable and possessive.

seulgi finally looked up and noticed your presence. her expression transformed into a composed mask, hiding whatever conflicted emotions she might have been feeling.

"ah, you're here," seulgi said, her voice betraying no hint of the connection you had once shared. "this is yuna, the trainee i've been working closely with."

you managed to force a smile, though it felt strained on your lips. "nice to meet you, yuna," you greeted, trying to appear unaffected by the situation.

yuna returned the greeting with a friendly smile, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room. "nice to meet you too. seulgi unnie has been such an amazing mentor to me."

the words hit you like a punch to the gut, fueling a mix of jealousy and insecurity. you couldn't help but compare yourself to yuna, wondering if she had taken your place in seulgi's eyes.

seulgi cleared her throat, sensing the discomfort in the air. "we'll be wrapping up for today," she announced, her gaze shifting between you and yuna. "yuna, why don't you head back to the trainee practice room? i'll catch up with you later."

yuna nodded, giving seulgi a grateful smile before she left the room, leaving the two of you alone. the silence between you was suffocating, and you struggled to find the right words to express your thoughts.

“alright, we’ll pick up with the last chorus you did.” seulgi said casually, maintaining professionalism. she moved to pick up a few papers on her desk before you moved your hand to stop her by grabbing her arm. 

seulgi raised an eyebrow at you, glancing between your hand and her arm. “what are you doing, y/n?” she asked casually, looking at you and waiting for a response.

you held onto seulgi's arm tightly, your voice filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability. "unnie, we need to talk. this can't continue like this. i can't keep pretending that everything is fine when it's not."

seulgi's composed expression faltered for a moment, a flicker of concern crossing her features. she gently freed her arm from your grip and took a step closer, her eyes searching yours. "y/n, what's wrong? what's been bothering you?"

you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing thoughts. "i like you, unnie." the second the words left your mouth you regretted them. irene was 34. you were only 19. she was your producer, your senior, your mentor.

this was wrong. it was so wrong. 

the older woman chuckled softly. “you’re the one who wanted to set professional boundaries, sweetheart. i don’t understand why the sudden switch up.”

you swallowed hard, feeling a mix of embarrassment and regret wash over you. you had let your emotions get the better of you, blurting out your feelings without considering the consequences. the realization of your mistake hit you like a wave, and you struggled to find the right words to explain yourself.

“aw,” she whispered as she gently brushed her palm against your cheek before she leaned in and whispered in your ear. “someone’s jealous huh?” her low tone sent shivers down your spine.

you gasped softly at the touch and the intimate proximity, feeling a rush of conflicting emotions course through your veins. seulgi's words and actions only heightened the intensity of the moment, and you found it difficult to gather your thoughts.

a hue of pink flushed your cheeks as you stammered out a response. "i didn't mean to come across as jealous," you stuttered, your voice barely audible. "just seeing you with yuna, hearing the way you interacted with her, it made me question my own place in your life."

seulgi's features softened in a way that seemed genuine, her thumb gently caressing your cheek. "you’re so cute when you’re jealous, princess." she whispered lowly, predatory eyes contrasting her soft demeanor.

your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to make sense of the situation. seulgi's comment only served to heighten your confusion and the intensity of your emotions. it was clear that seulgi was enjoying teasing you, but you couldn't help but wonder if there was more behind her words.

as you opened your mouth to speak, the older woman hushed you gently and moved so you were leaning against the desk. she leaned in closer to you, her breath fanning your lips which were mere inches away from hers.

“do you want me, sweetheart?” her midnight eyes locked onto yours, gaze not tearing away for even a moment. “because i want you. you’re so talented,” slowly she moved her hand down your hip, caressing your waist with her free hand.

your heart raced, caught in a whirlwind of desire and uncertainty. the intensity of seulgi's gaze and the seductive tone of her voice sent a shiver down your spine. you had never imagined this scenario unfolding between you and your producer, and yet, here you were, feeling the weight of the moment.

her touch on your waist sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you found yourself leaning into her, unable to resist the magnetic pull between you. the air crackled with anticipation as you searched for the right words to respond.

"unnie this is wrong," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "we need to consider the consequences."

the older woman found your hesitation adorable in the most sinister way possible. she didn’t care about any consequences, because there weren’t any.

at least, for her there weren’t any.

“you’re forgetting who i am, sweetheart.” she husked out, slowly whispering to you once more as she slipped her hand onto the top of your thigh. “no one will do anything to you as long as you’re with me, i promise.”

your mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. the allure of seulgi's touch and her promises of protection were tempting, but deep down, you knew that giving in to this forbidden desire could have serious consequences. 

it wasn't just about your careers or the potential scandal; it was about the imbalance of power and the ethical implications of engaging in a romantic relationship with your producer.

"are you sure?" you replied, your voice trembling slightly. seulgi only grinned like the cheshire cat she was. “you trust me, don’t you?” her silver tongued words persuaded you easily once again. 

caught up in the intensity of the moment, your judgment wavered. the desire for seulgi, mixed with the reassurance of her promises, clouded your thoughts. in that vulnerable moment, you found yourself nodding, your trust in her overpowering any remaining doubts.

seulgi's grin widened, revealing a hint of triumph. she leaned in closer, her lips grazing your earlobe as she whispered, "then let go of your worries, princess. just focus on us."

her words sent a surge of anticipation through your body, overpowering the last remnants of hesitation. you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to succumb to the intoxicating allure of the forbidden. the thought of consequences became a distant echo as seulgi's touch consumed your senses.

she captured your lips with a hunger that mirrored your own, igniting a passionate fire between you. the kiss deepened, becoming a desperate exploration of each other's desires. the weight of the world faded away, leaving only the two of you entangled in a web of longing and lust.

time lost all meaning as you surrendered to the moment, giving in to the forbidden love that had been brewing between you. every touch, every whispered word, fueled the flames of desire. in that stolen space, you found solace and bliss, even if it meant sacrificing the boundaries you had once set.

days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. your secret relationship with seulgi continued in the shadows, hidden from prying eyes. despite the risks, the moments you shared with her were filled with passion and tenderness. each stolen glance, each stolen touch, reinforced the bond that had formed between you.

but as time went on, you noticed something shifting in your relationship with seulgi.

hate to give the satisfaction

asking how you're doing now

how's the castle built off people you pretend to care about?

“sing the higher register, y/n.” the older woman commanded with her velvety voice, brushing a strand of hair out of her face as she looked at you through the glass. 

taking a deep breath, you tried to gather your thoughts. you had been singing the same line over and over again because seulgi insisted on you singing out of your range. you really didn’t want to, but you never told the older woman no.

despite this upcoming album being yours, you never had any say in anything. whatever seulgi wanted, was what was used. you had zero input on any of it. however, you were tired of that. 

you wanted a say in your music, even if it was just a small change in the register.

shifting the headphones on your head, you turned to look at your producer through the glass. “baby?” you asked softly, making the former idol’s head whip in your direction.

seulgi’s eyes narrowed instantly, an icy stare bearing into yours. “it’s unnie when we’re working, y/n. don’t call me that.”

her response sent a chill down your spine, a stark contrast to the tenderness and affection you had experienced in your private moments. the sudden change in demeanor reminded you of the power dynamics at play in your relationship and the control she wielded over your career.

taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you pushed back the nagging voice of doubt and fear. you had to stand up for yourself, right? it felt like the right thing to do, anyway.

"unnie," you said, your voice firm yet composed. "i want to be involved in the creative process of my music. it's my album, too, and i should have a say in how it's shaped."

seulgi's eyes narrowed further, her lips curling into a condescending smirk. "oh, really?” even through the glass, her stare made you feel a knot in your stomach. “and what makes you think you have the experience or knowledge to make those decisions? i've been in this industry for years, and i know what works."

her dismissive tone reminded you of your place in this picture. but even then, you felt as if your lack of experience wasn’t something that immediately removed you from your own creative process.

"i may not have your years of experience, but this is my art, my expression. no one knows my voice and vision better than i do."

the former idol’s grip tightened around the pen she held in her hand, her knuckles turning white. "don't forget your place, y/n.” she said in a low tone, her steely gaze still locked onto your face. 

“you're lucky to even have this opportunity. i can easily replace you if you don't cooperate."

her words stung, but you knew she was right. this was a competitive industry, and the fact that she was even working with you was the best case scenario for your career. 

you slowly ducked your head and put the headphones back on, earning a smug smile from the older woman behind the glass. for some reason, you could feel yourself wondering if seulgi really did care about you. 

but if she didn’t care about you, why would she be helping you?

once you situated yourself, you looked back at your lover who was still smiling condescendingly at you. 

“good girl, now sing the higher register of the bridge.” 

just what you wanted

look at you, cool guy, you got it

i see the parties and the diamonds sometimes when i close my eyes

you sat in the studio and twireled the pen in your fingers, looking over a few of your notes for the title track you had been working on. the sound of the door opening was what made your gaze shift from the paper.

seulgi shut the door behind her, a smile on her face as she walked over to you with a small box in her hands. “hi sweetheart,” she whispered as she pressed her lips to the side of your temple. relaxing at the small action, your eyes met hers with a mirrored smile. 

“i have something for you.” she added, sitting in the chair next to you as she slid the black box across towards you.

you were confused for a moment, but slowly opened the box. a small gasp escaped your lips as you saw what was inside.

a beautiful iridescent diamond bracelet. 

the sight of the exquisite diamond bracelet left you momentarily speechless. its iridescent beauty captivated your gaze, reflecting the studio lights in a mesmerizing display. your fingers grazed over the delicate links, feeling the weight of the gift in your hands.

"unnie," you trailed off, unable to find the right words to express your gratitude and surprise. it was an extravagant gift, one that held both symbolic and material significance.

seulgi's eyes sparkled with a mix of anticipation and affection as she watched your reaction. "i wanted to show you how much i believe in you, how much i care about your success," she explained, her voice soft and genuine.

 "i want to see you shine."

as her words sank in, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over you. the gesture was undeniably thoughtful, yet it also served as a reminder of the power dynamics at play. seulgi's control over your career was reinforced by her ability to both reward and manipulate.

“i don’t know what to say,” you chuckled in disbelief. the older woman leaned in closer to you, cupping your face gently as she moved the box to hold you closer. 

“don’t say anything, sweetheart.” 

her warm breath brushed against your cheek, and you couldn't help but be drawn in by her magnetic presence. the softness of her touch was alluring, and for a moment, it was easy to forget about the complexities of your relationship.

as seulgi's thumb gently caressed your cheek, you could feel all of those foolish thoughts slipping away. and once her lips were on your neck, it was even easier to forget about everything, including your previous disagreement just a few days ago.

if only you could forget seeing yuna wearing the same exact bracelet as she left the studio that afternoon after you saw seulgi.

six months of torture you sold as some forbidden paradise

i loved you truly

you gotta laugh at the stupidity

“y/n, i told you i can’t go with you.” seulgi said in frustration, moving your hand from her wrist. the two of you had agreed to go out and see a movie later after your session was over. however, at the last minute your lover decided she couldn’t go with you.

her words struck you like a dagger, cutting through the illusion of the paradise you had built together. the frustration in seulgi's voice revealed a truth you had been avoiding—the limitations of your forbidden love.

a pang of hurt shot through your heart as you struggled to comprehend the sudden shift in her demeanor. "but you said you would go with me," you managed to say, your voice trembling with a mix of confusion and disappointment.

seulgi let out a weary sigh, her eyes avoiding yours. "i know, but i have to stay late tonight." her attention was focused on the stack of papers in front of her as she shuffled them.

confusion and frustration welled up inside you. "what are you talking about? you told me you had the night off.” 

seulgi hesitated for a moment, her gaze still fixated on the papers. "something came up last minute, y/n. i'm sorry, but i have to handle it. it's important."

the disappointment and disbelief in your voice were evident as you replied, "so, you're just canceling our plans without even discussing it with me?"

seulgi finally looked up, her expression a mix of anger and frustration. "i didn't plan for this to happen, y/n. but sometimes life throws unexpected curveballs at us, and i have to deal with them. it doesn't mean i don't care about you, it’s just being an adult."

you may not be as experienced as her in life or in the industry, but those last words were definitely aimed at you and your age.

seulgi's words stung, hitting you right where it hurt the most. the reminder of your youth and the limitations it brought to your relationship made you feel small and insignificant. anger flared within you, fueling a fiery response.

"is that what this is about, seulgi? my age?" you exclaimed, your voice laced with frustration. "i may be younger than you, but that doesn't invalidate my feelings or the importance of our relationship. i deserve respect and consideration, just like anyone else."

seulgi's eyes rolled. “i’m not arguing with you about a stupid movie, y/n. can you just leave already? yuna is coming in and i need to run a song with her.” she snapped.

seulgi's dismissive and harsh response shocked you, leaving you speechless for a moment. the weight of her words, combined with the sudden change in her demeanor, pierced through your heart like a thousand tiny knives. it became clear that the paradise you had once believed in was nothing more than a facade, masking the reality of a toxic relationship.

a mix of hurt and anger coursed through your veins, empowering you to find your voice. "i can't believe this, seulgi," you managed to say, your voice trembling with a mix of pain and frustration. "is this how little i mean to you? am i just someone you can push aside whenever it's convenient for you?"

seulgi sighed, her frustration now tinged with impatience. "you're blowing this out of proportion, y/n. it's just one movie.”

her dismissive tone only fueled the fire within you. "it’s not just a movie. it's about respect and consideration in a relationship. i deserve someone who values my time and treats me as an equal, regardless of age or any other factor."

seulgi's eyes flashed with irritation, her patience wearing thin. "well, maybe you should find someone who can give you that," she retorted, her words dripping with a mix of sarcasm and disdain.

you stormed out of the room and went home that night infuriated. as you tossed and turned in bed, you tried to rationalize with yourself. 

maybe she was tired, and had a long day. she couldn’t have meant anything she told you, right? she was probably just frustrated.

it was childish of you to make excuses for her, but you couldn’t help it. seulgi was everything to you, both in and out of your relationship.

you truly did love her, and you would do anything to keep her from leaving you. if only you knew your devotion would be tested to its very limit. 

and every girl i ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news

you called them crazy, god, i hate the way i called 'em crazy too

one day, as you were leaving the studio after a particularly grueling session with seulgi, you received a message from ningning. it was a link to an article with a headline that sent chills down your spine.

former trainees speak out: allegations against producer kang seulgi

your heart raced as you clicked on the article, and as you read the testimonies from anonymous trainees who claimed to have experienced coercion, manipulation, and exploitation under seulgi's guidance, your worst fears seemed to be confirmed.

each account mirrored the warnings you had received, painting a grim picture of the person you loved dearly. the once-mysterious allure that had captivated you now revealed a darker side, a side that preyed on vulnerability and ambition.

you couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and confusion. anger at the betrayal of trust, but more confused because you couldn’t help but deny everything these testimonies were saying. a large part of you felt like these trainees were blowing things out of proportion, especially since the woman you loved didn’t sound anything like the person they were portraying.

you knew the entertainment industry was messed up, but you never would have imagined that seulgi would be a part of that statistic. but you needed to know for yourself, you needed to ask the woman you loved if any of these accusations were true.

you're so convincing

how do you lie without flinching?

the next day, seulgi arrived before you. it wasn’t that you were late, but rather that she was way earlier. as you closed the door behind you, you could tell the atmosphere was thick with tension. it was as if she already knew that you saw those articles.

“sit.” 

it was a simple command, and you obeyed like a dog.

as you took a seat, a surge of resentment welled up inside you. the power dynamics that had always been present in your relationship were now magnified by the weight of the allegations. you felt a mix of anger, confusion, and a lingering sense of denial.

seulgi sat across from you, her face devoid of the usual warmth and charm that once drew you in. instead, her expression held a ghostly emotionless mask, as if she had prepared herself for this confrontation.

"y/n," she began, her voice measured but tinged with a hint of defensiveness. "i know you've read those articles, and i understand your concerns. but you have to believe me when i say that some of those allegations are exaggerated or taken out of context."

you looked at her, trying to decipher the truth behind her words. the conflicting emotions inside you made it difficult to discern what was genuine and what was a manipulation. 

"i can't just ignore what i've read, seulgi," you replied, your voice laced with a mixture of frustration and pain. "how can i trust you when these trainees, who have nothing to gain, have come forward with their experiences?"

seulgi's gaze hardened, a flicker of frustration crossing her face. “so you’re really choosing those lies over me? you really believe them and not me?” she scoffed in mock disbelief. 

you felt a pang of guilt at seulgi's words, as if you were betraying her by even considering the possibility that the allegations were true. but the weight of the testimonies and the doubts gnawing at your conscience were too heavy to ignore.

"i'm not saying i believe everything without question," you responded, your voice filled with a mix of sadness and determination. "but these accounts are troubling, seulgi. they can't be dismissed outright. i need to know the truth, and that means asking you directly."

seulgi's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and hurt. "you think i'm capable of all those things? you think i've been lying to you this whole time?" her voice trembled with a fragile combination of indignation and vulnerability.

your heart wavered, torn between the woman you loved and the need for transparency. you couldn’t come up with a response, but thankfully she continued speaking.

"the entertainment industry is ruthless. people will do anything to tarnish someone's reputation, especially when they feel threatened or envious."

her words rang hollow, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of disillusionment. the woman you once idolized was now justifying her actions instead of taking responsibility.

"seulgi, i can't pretend that everything is okay," you said, your voice steady but filled with sadness. "i need to take a step back and reevaluate our relationship. i need time to process all of this, to determine what's true and what's not."

seulgi's eyes widened, a mix of disbelief and feigned panic flickering across her features. "y/n, please don't do this. if you love me, you won’t do this.”

the words of protest died in your throat, and you saw water drops falling from her eyes. if only you knew they were crocodile tears. 

instinctively, you reached out and hugged her. a myriad of apologies fell from your lips as you kissed her temple repeatedly. subconsciously, you kept telling yourself it was your fault that she was crying.

you should have known better. you should have been better.

oh, what a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked up little thrill

can't figure out just how you do it and god knows i never will

the sessions following that incident were volatile, especially as the company was giving more deadlines for your album.

"you don't understand, y/n," she snapped, her voice tinged with frustration. "you're not ready to make those decisions. you need someone like me to guide you, to shape you into something marketable."

frustrated, you took the headphones off of your head and turned to glare at her through the window of glass separating the two of you. “but i don’t want to be marketable, i want to be honest."

seulgi's face twisted with a mix of anger and disappointment, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "honesty won't get you far in this industry, y/n," she retorted sharply. "you have to play the game, make compromises. that's how success is achieved."

her words struck a nerve, and a surge of defiance coursed through your veins. you had always been told to follow your passion, to be true to yourself, and now seulgi's words felt like a betrayal of those principles. 

"i refuse," you declared, your voice resolute. "i want to create music that resonates with people, that speaks from my heart. if that means going against the industry norms, then so be it."

seulgi's expression hardened, her facade of control slipping for a moment. "you're being naïve, y/n," she spat, her tone dripping with condescension. "you'll learn soon enough that the music industry is not a place for dreamers. it's cutthroat, and if you don't adapt, you'll be left behind."

your eyes challenged her stare, and you clenched your jaw. however, the older woman’s icy glare didn’t falter even for a moment. 

“how do you know what’s going to be good for me?” you spat back.

seulgi's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. "because i've been in this industry longer than you, y/n," she replied, her voice dripping with superiority. "i've seen countless dreams shattered and talents wasted because they refused to play by the rules. i'm just trying to save you from the same fate."

her condescending tone only fueled your determination. you had come to realize that seulgi's version of success was built on compromises and manipulation, and you refused to follow that path.

"i believe in my own vision," you stated firmly, your voice filled with newfound confidence. "i won't sacrifice my integrity and creativity for the sake of fitting into a mold. if that means taking a different path or facing more challenges, then so be it."

seulgi's eyes narrowed, her expression a mix of frustration and anger. "you're making a mistake, y/n," she warned, her voice laced with a barely contained fury. "you'll regret this decision."

without another word, you exited the booth and made your way towards the door. the weight of the tension in the room was suffocating, and you needed to escape its grasp.

as you reached for the doorknob, seulgi's voice pierced through the silence. "you think you can make it on your own? you think you don't need me?" she taunted, her voice filled with bitter disdain and mockery.

you turned to face her, your gaze unwavering. "i don't need you to succeed, seulgi," you replied, your voice steady. "i never did.”

the older woman laughed at you, chuckling as she stood up and walked over to you. she pulled you in by your waist, lips pressed against the shell of your ear. “no one will handle you the way i do. they’ll all tell you the same thing.”

your mouth went dry, and your thoughts were going wild. it was as if every time she touched you, you could feel yourself losing control over any logic and reason. 

“you’re just frustrated, and that’s why you’re overreacting.” she whispered seductively, moving her hands up and down your sides. 

you could feel her warm breath against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. the familiarity of her touch and the intensity of her presence made it difficult to think clearly. but amidst the confusion, a voice deep within you whispered that this was not right, that you deserved better.

if only that voice was louder, then maybe it would be convincing enough for you. 

she gently lifted your shirt over your head and pulled you in for a slow, deep kiss. you didn’t put up a fight and let her kiss you. “you’ve been so stressed, sweetheart. no one else is going to help you de-stress like i do.” seulgi husked against your lips as one of her hands moved to unbutton your shorts.

“i care about you, i love you, they won’t do this for you. only i know what’s best for you, baby.”

your mind was foggy, the familiar words and touches were seducing you further, and you were doing anything but resisting. 

you didn’t know how she did it, she always managed to pull you back into her trap. it was a vicious cycle, but you would never leave. her words were only somewhat convincing at times.

but seulgi’s actions were definitely better at convincing you to stay, especially when she was fingering you on the desk of the recording studio and making you apologize for even considering leaving her.

went for me and not her

'cause girls your age know better

“unnie why don’t you work with the aespa members?” you asked one day, tilting your head to the side as you looked up at her. 

seulgi’s gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips before a small scoff escaped from her. “they’re not receptive to new creativity. i don’t think they’d understand the vision i see for them.”

you hummed for a moment, thinking about what she had said. the only reason you had asked her this, was because you had told ning about what happened at your last session. 

ningning had told you to ask the older woman why she wasn’t working with her group. she didn’t tell you why she wanted you to ask, but she did mention something about you “seeing for yourself” the truth.

“are you close with the aespa girls?” the older woman casually asked. her eyes remained on the monitor in front of her. your answer was a small shake of the head.

“not really, i’m only close with one of them.” 

your response made her breath hitch, and you could tell it caught her a little off guard. slowly, she bit the inside of her cheek and glanced at you. “yeah? who?”

a mix of curiosity and caution danced in seulgi's eyes as she awaited your response. you could sense that something was amiss, that there was a hidden meaning behind your friend’s request and seulgi's sudden interest in your connection with the aespa members.

you hesitated for a moment, uncertain of the implications of your words. but as you glanced at seulgi's guarded expression, you realized that it was time to uncover the truth.

"ningning," you replied, your voice steady but tinged with a hint of suspicion. "she's the one i'm closest to."

seulgi's eyes widened imperceptibly, and a flicker of unease crossed her features. she quickly composed herself and shrugged casually, attempting to maintain her composure. "oh, i see. that's interesting."

the atmosphere in the room became tense, and you knew there was more to this story. you couldn't help but wonder why seulgi seemed bothered by your connection with ningning and the aespa members.

"did ningning tell you to ask me that?" she asked, voice laced with curiosity and a touch of suspicion as her gaze hardened.

you could feel the weight of seulgi's piercing stare, her eyes boring into yours, searching for any signs of deception. it was clear that she suspected ningning's involvement in this conversation.

caught off guard by the direct question, you hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. but you knew that honesty was the only path forward.

"yes, she did," you admitted, your voice unwavering. "she wanted me to ask you about why you're not working with aespa.”

seulgi's expression tightened, a mixture of frustration and apprehension flickering across her face. she seemed torn between her desire to keep whatever secret she held and her growing unease at your knowledge.

"why did she tell you to ask me that?" seulgi inquired, her voice carrying a hint of caution.

you took a deep breath, your mind racing with the possibilities. you couldn't shake the feeling that something significant lay beneath the surface, waiting to be exposed.

all you did was shrug, watching as the older woman shifted in her chair uncomfortably. “don’t worry about it. it’s not important.” she said sternly, motioning with her hand for you to get up and go inside the booth to record.

you hesitated for just a split second, mouth opening to protest and want to ask further about the issue. but your actions were met with a pair of midnight eyes glaring at you. “get up, y/n. now.”

like a dog, you obeyed once again. you didn’t ask seulgi anything else after that.

you said it was true love, but wouldn't that be hard?

you can't love anyone 'cause that would mean you had a heart

you would always cry after your sessions with the former idol. turmoil was evident inside you, and you couldn't understand why seulgi was saying she did everything because she loved you. if she loved you, why did she always make you cry? 

was love supposed to hurt like this?

the tears streamed down your cheeks as you pondered the painful question. the weight of confusion and emotional turmoil had become too much to bear. seulgi's words of love felt like a cruel paradox, leaving you trapped in a cycle of heartache.

you couldn't fathom how love could cause such pain and confusion. it was borderline unbelievable that the soft spoken former idol was capable of such heinous things.

was this really what love was supposed to be?

if seulgi really loved you, were you supposed to feel this small? she always made you sound so little and insignificant. perhaps it was because of the differences in your ages. 

the significant age difference between you and the older woman added another layer of complexity to the situation. you couldn't help but question whether her actions were driven by a power dynamic or a desire for control. it seemed as though she used her experience and influence to manipulate and belittle you, leaving you feeling diminished and inadequate.

love was supposed to be nurturing and uplifting, a source of strength and support. but in this case, it felt like a destructive force that eroded your self-esteem and happiness. you wondered if this was truly what love was meant to be, or if you were caught in a toxic relationship disguised as affection.

deep down, you knew that love shouldn't hurt like this. it should bring joy, understanding, and mutual growth. the pain you experienced with seulgi went against everything you believed love should be, making you question whether it was worth holding onto such a tumultuous connection.

but you knew you couldn’t leave her. you loved her, even if she didn’t truly love you.

i tried to help you out, now i know that i can't

'cause how you think's the kind of thing i'll never understand

“baby?” you whispered softly, slowly taking your headphones off of your head as you watched the older woman cutting and snipping parts of your song on the screen. 

seulgi only ignored you, focusing on the work in front of her. you fidgeted with your fingers, debating on whether or not to call her once more.

as you hesitated, a sense of vulnerability washed over you. you had tried countless times to communicate your feelings to her, hoping she would understand the pain she was causing you. 

yet, each attempt seemed to fall on deaf ears, leaving you feeling unheard and invisible.

the realization dawned on you that the love you held for seulgi might be a one-sided affair. it seemed as though she was more invested in her own ambitions and desires than in nurturing a healthy and compassionate relationship with you. 

the discrepancy between her words of love and her actions left you feeling confused and isolated.

taking a deep breath, you mustered the courage to speak up once again. "baby, can we talk?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly. the silence in the room seemed to stretch endlessly before she finally glanced your way, her expression a mix of impatience and indifference.

"can't you see i'm busy?" she snapped, her tone dismissive. the sting of her words pierced your heart, further reinforcing the emotional turmoil you were enduring.

you realized that you had reached a breaking point. you couldn't continue in this cycle of pain and neglect, where your feelings were consistently disregarded. 

“seulgi.” 

the sternness of your tone caught the former idol off guard a little. you hadn’t talked back to her in a long time. it was something she forgot you were capable of doing.

her dark eyes flickered towards you for a moment, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

a calculating smile played on seulgi's lips as she observed your newfound assertiveness. she was well aware of her ability to manipulate and control, and your display of defiance intrigued her. with a subtle shift in her demeanor, she decided to play along, seizing the opportunity to maintain her grip on the relationship.

"what's the matter, darling?" she asked, her voice dripping with feigned concern. "you seem upset. did something happen?"

your heart sank at the coldness in her tone, but you refused to back down. "i've been feeling neglected, seulgi," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "it's like you don't prioritize our relationship. i thought we were supposed to support each other, but it feels like i'm not even a priority for you."

she tilted her head, a glimmer of amusement dancing in her eyes. "oh, sweetheart, you know i care about you," she said, her voice honeyed with insincerity. "but sometimes sacrifices must be made for greatness. it's not easy juggling a successful career and a relationship, you know?"

you felt a surge of frustration at her dismissive response. it was clear she was manipulating the situation, deflecting responsibility and minimizing your concerns. but you were determined not to let her control the narrative.

"of course i know that," you countered, your voice steady despite the emotional turmoil within. "but a relationship should be a partnership, where both parties prioritize and support each other. it can't be one-sided."

seulgi's smile tightened, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "are you suggesting that i'm the one neglecting you?" she asked, her tone laced with a calculated mix of innocence and accusation. "i've given you so much, sacrificed so many opportunities for us. yet here you are, questioning my dedication."

her words hit you like a blow, causing doubt to creep into your mind. was it possible that you were overreacting? could you be misinterpreting her actions?

but deep down, you knew the truth. you had been longing for a love that was nurturing and supportive, not one where your feelings were constantly disregarded. you couldn't let her manipulation sway you any longer.

summoning your inner strength, you met her gaze head-on. "seulgi, i deserve a love that is genuine and reciprocal," you asserted, your voice steady. "if you can't provide that, then maybe we need to reconsider our relationship."

for a brief moment, a flicker of surprise crossed seulgi's face, her mask of control slipping ever so slightly. but just as quickly, it was replaced by a steely resolve.

"fine," she replied, her voice dripping with icy determination. "if that's what you want, then go ahead. but remember, darling, you'll never find someone who loves you as i do."

i've made some real big mistakes

but you make the worst one look fine

you should have known seulgi was right. everywhere you went to look for other producers or other companies had shut you down. one of them even told you in an email that you were apparently blacklisted from their entertainment district.

tears fell from your eyes as you held your head in your hands. it was so frustrating. seulgi had so much power and influence over your career, making you stuck.

it was obvious that she was manipulating the company to block your contract from leaving sm. you couldn't believe the extent of seulgi's manipulation. she had not only controlled your emotions and disregarded your feelings but now she was actively sabotaging your career prospects. 

the realization hit you like a tidal wave, leaving you feeling trapped and helpless.

as the tears continued to flow, you couldn't shake off the despair that enveloped you. seulgi's actions had effectively isolated you from any opportunity for growth and success outside of her influence. 

it seemed as though she had built an impenetrable fortress around you, ensuring that you remained under her control.

you showed up to the studio one day with puffy eyes and a broken spirit. you knew you couldn’t fight back any longer. after wiping your sleeve, you entered the room. 

the older woman turned in her chair and grinned like a madman, the same way she did when she had kissed you for the first time.

seulgi's grin sent a shiver down your spine. it was a sinister expression, devoid of any genuine affection or care. in that moment, you realized just how deeply she had manipulated you and how trapped you truly were.

with a mocking tone, seulgi spoke, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and malice. "my dear, it seems you've finally realized the extent of your helplessness," she sneered. "you thought you could defy me, challenge my control over you. but i've always been one step ahead."

your heart sank further, the weight of her words crushing your spirit. the once vibrant and passionate artist within you felt extinguished, replaced by a shadow of your former self.

seulgi continued, relishing in her power over you. "you see, my darling, i hold all the cards in this game," she taunted. "i've woven a web of influence and manipulation, ensuring that you remain trapped within my grasp. no one will sign you, no one will work with you. you are mine, and there's nothing you can do about it."

desperation washed over you as you realized the truth of her words. the doors that were once open to your dreams had been slammed shut by seulgi's cunning maneuvers. it felt as though your entire world had crumbled, leaving you stranded in a sea of hopelessness.

the older woman only grinned wider at the sight of your sudden tear-filled realization. seulgi chuckled softly, standing up and putting her palm on your cheek.

"oh, darling," she cooed, her voice dripping with condescension. "you really think anyone else would want you? i've built your career from the ground up. without me, you're nothing."

and she was right. you were nothing without her, both in and out of the industry.

i should've known it was strange

you only come out at night

the midnight moon shone into your apartment. shadows danced as you slowly made your way to the door, eyes puffy and red from all the crying you had done earlier.

through the peephole, you saw a familiar silhouette with an all too familiar pair of eyes.

with a deep sigh, you opened it to see your secret lover standing there. a smug grin was on seulgi’s face, obsidian eyes meeting yours in the dark. “aw you look miserable, sweetheart.” she chuckled in feigned innocence. from behind her back, she pulled out a bouquet of flowers.

i used to think i was smart

but you made me look so naive

your heart wavered as you looked at the flowers, a mixture of confusion and trepidation filling your mind. it was difficult to resist the familiarity and comfort that seulgi offered, despite the toxic nature of your relationship. 

part of you longed for her affection and validation, while another part recoiled at the thought of continuing to be manipulated by her.

seulgi stepped closer, her eyes locked onto yours, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "i know it's been tough, my dear," she said, her tone laced with calculated empathy. "but i brought you these flowers to remind you of the love and support i've given you throughout your career. no one else can understand you the way i do."

her words were like a seductive whisper, tempting you to fall back into her web of control. but deep down, you knew that accepting her gift meant surrendering your autonomy and happiness once again.

summoning your courage, you took a step back, creating a distance between you and seulgi. the bouquet of flowers felt heavy in your hand as you struggled to find the right words. "look, i appreciate the gesture, but this doesn't change the fact that you've manipulated and controlled me for far too long," you said, your voice firm, yet tinged with a bit of hesitation.

it was obvious that you were still terrified of defying her, even now.

seulgi's smile wavered for a split second, her eyes narrowing in subtle frustration. but just as quickly, she regained her composure, her expression shifting to one of feigned concern.

"oh, my dear, you're mistaken," she replied, her voice coated in faux sincerity. "i've only ever wanted what's best for you. everything i've done, every decision i've made, has been to protect you and your career. can't you see that?"

you could feel the tug of her words, the familiar manipulation seeping into your thoughts. but you refused to be swayed this time. you had glimpsed the darkness beneath seulgi's facade, and you knew that staying with her would only lead to further pain and self-destruction.

“you keep gaslighting me, seulgi.” you replied, sniffling a little as you wiped your nose with your sleeve and shook your head.

the older woman took a step forward, scoffing slightly as she placed the flowers on your counter and shut the door behind her. her hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you tightly against her front.

“you don’t even know what gaslighting is, sweetheart.” 

you tensed up in her grip, the contradiction of her words and actions not lost on you. the way she dismissed your concerns and belittled your understanding only further highlighted her manipulative nature. 

it was a twisted dance, one where she sought to maintain control by distorting your perception of reality.

“you know i love you,” she whispered as she trailed a hand up your back while the other remained on your waist. “i could never do that to you. my special girl,” her lips brushed against yours delicately.

“no,” you whimpered and tried to move away from her. but it was no use, mentally and physically, you were drawn into her. it didn’t matter what she did, she would always have you.

you were hers. forever.

the way you sold me for parts

as you sunk your teeth into me, oh

that night was full of more false promises and silver tongued lies. every touch and kiss was just a carefully crafted plan for your lover to hold you tighter in her grasp.

as you woke, the cold from the sheets made you realize immediately that seulgi did not stay the night with you after you two had been intimate. rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you winced at the soreness on your neck. courtesy of seulgi herself, of course.

you reached over to see if maybe she had texted you after she left, but the only notification you saw was from ningning 2 hours ago. 

SM ENTERTAINMENT’S YUNA SET TO HAVE HER OWN SOLO ALBUM DROPPING THIS WEEKEND. 

anger and confusion filled your heart, but as you scrolled through the article, you couldn’t help but begin to cry like you never had before.

seulgi had used your songs for yuna’s own album.

tears streamed down your face, mixing with the anguish and betrayal that coursed through your veins. the realization hit you like a punch to the gut, leaving you breathless and shattered.

seulgi had taken the songs you worked together on, and handed them over to another artist. it was a blatant act of betrayal, a stark reminder of how little you truly meant to her.

the pain of seeing your art being used to elevate someone else while you remained confined and controlled under seulgi's thumb was unbearable. 

it was a bitter pill to swallow, further proof that you were nothing more than a pawn in her game.

but you should have known better. vampires like her only drained their victims of every drop of creativity and talent, leaving them hollow and discarded. 

seulgi had seen your potential and talent as a means to further her own agenda, to solidify her power and maintain control. it was all a lie, a facade and calculated moves of deception.

she never loved you. not even for a moment.

bloodsucker, fame fucker

bleedin' me dry like a goddamn vampire

𝗮/𝗻: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝘆-