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BLACK YUQI SETS !

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ballroom extravaganza

minatozaki sana x f!reader || cont. of fake and true ! pt.3 here

synopsis: you scored the date with the girl from the bar, things are shaping up for the better (maybe/maybe not), and your cousin mina is starting to raise some suspicions.  

warnings: fluff ; smut!! ; sana giving/recieving ; reader recieving/giving ; fucking in the car/office/bedroom (freaky deaky) :D ; sana being needy ; sana praising ; cursing ; anything else i didn't let y'all know ; might be proofread

a/n: dang y'all really like sana don't ya? (bias wrecking me ill never recover) hope you guys enjoy this second part as much as the first one!

you’re basically jumping out of your own skin when you hear the knock on your door, and twirl around to see the bedside clock. 

8:29 

a minute early. you’d be impressed to keep the hefty lunch in your stomach to not vomit it out. 

“coming!” you cry out, before taking a second to fuss with your current appearance. you played it simple, the flashiest part of the red dress that shuhua loaned you. like the black one, it’s slim-fitting and short, the neckline cutting above the swell of your breasts. your lips are a stained deep red, just to match. tzuyu always said to you that the color was striking for you to pull off. 

after straightening the dress, you step out of your room and walk towards the entryway of the door, taking a second to toe on your black pumps. and then, with a steady exhale, you open the door. 

sana stands on the other side of it, one hand in her pocket of your black slacks and the other carrying a bouquet of roses that she promptly shoves at your chest. you take them, cradling to your body, and look up to find her already gazing at you, eyes raking from the top of your head and down. again and again. 

“hey.” 

“hi.” you smile at her. “these are really beautiful, thank you.”

sana jerks her head in acknowledgement, and you can see the faintest flush of pink spreading to the tips of her ears. you bite your lip as you set the flowers down, staving off the rare urge to giggle. 

she’s still standing by the door, holding her arm out. “so are you ready to go?” 

you take it, curling a hand around her bicep, letting her lead you out. “please.”

—

“alright,” sana says, laying her menu flat on the table, staring at you with grave seriousness. “speak.” 

“huh?” you look away from the giant, crystal chandelier hanging above you two. the restaurant she’d take you to was only slightly less fancier than the one at the four seasons hotel. 

slightly. 

“i can tell you want to say something.” 

you smile nervously. “yeah, about your driving, maybe. i thought we were gonna—” 

“y/n.” she says firmly; it has the same affect as dumping a bucket of ice water over your head. “no bullshit. you might as well say what you wanna say.” 

“fine.” and this is easy to sink into, your mode of no-nonsense: the compartmentalization of what stresses you. “why did you give me the money?” 

“because i wanted to.” 

“i know, but why? did you feel bad for me?”

“a little.” 

you grit your teeth. “did you pity me?” 

“no.” 

“then what?” 

“i’ve been in your position before. kind of.” 

“what do you mean.” 

“struggling college student, a shitty job, caming from harebrained ways to get money. everyone who’s gone on the path to grad school, doesn’t matter if it’s med, law, blah blah blah whatever, knows how fucking hard it is to survive.” 

your cheeks flush from sana’s words, picking at the white table cloth. “so you empathized with me?” 

“basically.” sana says, sitting back in her chair, smiling at you. your eyes follow along the lazy draw of it. “i didn’t expect you to be so difficult about it.” 

“it’s not like it’s common to give strangers hundreds of dollars within an hour of meeting them. forgive me for being concerned.”

“do you still want to give the money back to me?” sana asks. 

“yes.” 

“okay. then let’s change the subject.” diverting to the basic cookie cutter icebreaker in existence. “what are you majoring in?” 

“sana—”

she reaches across the table and grabs your hand, squeezing it slightly. dazzling brown eyes swallow up your field of vision as she leans into you. “what are you majoring in?”

you bite your tongue. you don’t want to relent into sana’s charms; mina would have your head if she knew that sana was running away with it. but she’s making it so so easy, smiling when you answer, “i’m finishing up my bachelor’s in child education. aiming to get my masters in child’s psychology.”

“you like kids?” 

“yeah,” you reply, visibly softening to sana. “last summer i did my internship at a local kindergarten and i love it. kids are…easy in a way that people aren’t.” 

“what do you mean?”

“they don’t expect anything from you. not anything beyond food or water or playtime. you know, nothing super sophisticated or adult. and they’re easy to talk to. they don’t care what you say to them or if you don’t talk much in general. they’re not judgy and it’s nice.” you hit that right out of the ballpark, and sana stares with lips parted as the facts are laid out for you. 

“i’ve never thought about them that way,” she says, her hand shifting atop your own. her thumb skims across your knuckles. “it sounds nice.” 

your heart thrums like a hummingbird against the walls of your chest. every languid caress pulls a shiver from you. “you don’t like kids?” 

“i don’t dislike them. i’m neutral, i guess. i know i’d like to have my own.” sana replies. 

“do you have any siblings?” 

“nope. i’m an only child.”

“i would’ve never guessed,” you say dryly. 

“ha! has anyone told you you’re funny?” sana inquires, and you’re stifling a laugh while she’s smiling at you, gaze fond. “what about you?” 

“well, i’m an only child.” you reply. normally you’d leave it at this. you don’t really like the notion of getting into the nitty-gritty of your past, but sana’s presence robs any reticence from you. “my parents passed when i was younger so i was raised by my aunt and her cousin.” 

“oh.” sana slips her fingers into the spaces of your own and squeezes gently again. “i’m so sorry.” 

“it’s okay,” you say, smiling awkwardly. “it happened when i was little. i’m kind of accustomed to it now.” 

“can i ask you a question?” 

“a personal one?”

the corner of sana’s mouth quirks. you want to trace it with your fingers.

“if you were in that desperate of a situation, why didn’t you ask her for help?” 

“i can’t afford to take any money from my aunt or cousin. she can’t afford it.” 

“did you try asking?” 

“i’m not saying she would’ve said no. but if she tried, i wouldn’t have accepted it.” 

“sounds startlingly familiar.” 

you pull your hand from hers with a smile and an eye roll before picking up the menu in front of the table, raising it up high enough to cover sana’s face. 

“can we order something now?”

—

when you get back in the car, you’re warm, languid with a stomach full of risotto and red wine. sana’s hand rests on the gear shift between you, the other one on her wheel. you like watching the motion of them as she drive, like the curls of sana’s knuckles and the rasp her palm makes against the wheel when she turns it. you wish to feel the warmth of it against your leg. 

well, in a city like new york, it’s nothing more than unpleasant. 

“you know i wasn’t kidding when i told you that you’re a horrible driver.” 

“do you own a car, y/n?” 

 “i usually take the subway.” 

“okay. pro-tip if you ever do drive in these streets, better to be offensive than dead. or stuck in traffic for two hours. which, believe it or not, is fucking worse.” 

but despite sana’s words, she seems to listen to you. the drive stretches longer, and you lean into the plush leather seats as you stare out the window, dreading the sight of every familiar building, the street signs that you know lead to your apartment. for a moment, you debate asking to get ice cream, or go to the park, a movie theater–-anything and everything to extend this. you don’t want to leave the pleasant warmth of her car. 

“y/n?” 

you look over to see her smile. “i thought you were asleep.” 

“i’m not tired.”

she takes her hand off the gear shift, thumbs a lock of your hair without breaking your gaze. unwavering. 

“neither am i.” 

when she pulls into your squat, little apartment complex, you’re gripping the edge of your seat, nails squeaking against the buttery leather. she smoothly pulls into an empty space, parking backwards—what a show off—-before turning to you. with as huddled into the seat as you were, her hand is behind the headers, arm bracketing you, you feel consumed. surrounded by her scent, in her car, the engine humming beneath them, with her so close. you can’t breathe without inhaling her.

sana’s noticed it too. her eyes have gone dark, swallowed by her pupils. 

“i had fun,” she says. 

“me too.” 

her mouth twitches. “you gonna try giving me the money back now?” 

you jolt at the reminder, bending to snatch you purse, but sana’s hand flies from her headrest to your hand, hot over your knee.

“i was kidding. i don’t want it back. i don’t need it.”

“sana—” 

“y/n.” she interrupts firmly. “i don’t need it. and in my opinion, i think you can do a hell of a lot more.” 

your defenses waiver before they crumble completely, and you feel your chin wobble. to your horror. “you’re too nice to me.” 

she grabs it, pressing her thumb into the plush of your bottom lip. your stomach clenches as sana’s eyes flicker down, anticipation making your headlight. 

“i don’t think i’m nice enough,” she whispers, but it barely registers. you’re already reaching for her, mouth open to beg; hand on her wrist, and she meets you half-way, swallowing your muted please. 

sana’s kiss is desperate, intense like the rest of her. one hand buried in your hair while the other presses against your knee, a searing, overbearing heat that sinks into your insides, coiling tingly in the pit of your gut. despite your furious protestations to tzuyu, you haven’t felt this in a while, the wet-warmth of another mouth against your own, the life of someone else’s tongue, opening you up further. 

you press closer, so frantic you almost climb over the armrest, but sana pushes you back down to your seat. she breaks away from your mouth to kiss down the line of your throat, flicking her tongue out to taste your overheated skin, smiling when you sigh. your hips jerk beneath her hold when she sucks at your pulse point. 

she grins, teeth nipping at your jawline. “you like that, sweetie?” 

there’s a shock-wire running from the heat of her mouth to her clit. sana’s barely touched you and you’re already keyed-up, on the cusp of euphoria. if you touched yourself now, you’d be so far gone, but you’re not sure she’d let you.

sana returns to kissing your throat, pausing to suckle at it with teeth and tongue, laving it against your skin in soft, wet strokes. she uses the hand in your hair to tilt your neck towards her, directing you like a puppet on strings. her other hand roves up and down your exposed thigh in gentle motions, more exploratory than anything, as if she can’t keep from touching you. and the thought sends a jolt of electricity to pass through you, sparking between your legs. it makes your hips can’t, makes the desperate need for friction a burying, voracious thing, primed to consume you. 

when she kisses the swell of your bottom lip, it comes out of you in a breathless pant, nails biting the seat. “p-please touch me.” 

“where?” sana asks, thumbing the hem of your dress, close enough to be a physical pain. “where, baby? here?”

“n-no.” 

“then where, y/n?” your eyes are black, eager with predatory intent, and you hate how much you love it; the consuming weight of her attention, like she wants to eat you whole. 

without much coronation, you take sana’s hand and shove it between your thighs, spreading them wide. you’re initially afraid that she’ll keep teasing you, that she’s lost in the power trip, but she surprises you when she groans and kisses you roughly, fingers tracing up your slit. 

“so fucking wet you are,” sana raps when she breaks away, almost crazed. she dips her hand beneath the waistband of your panties, the sensation of her fingers against your sensitive skin sending your eyes rolling. your hips buck, demanding delicious friction, and she surges in, laughing into your mouth. 

“you can cum just like this, can’t you?” she asks, voice rumbling against your cheek. her thumb slides up and down the seam of your cunt, the heel of her palm adding the barest pressure to your clit, but it’s good. the mere taste of it almost enough to send you over the edge, just for the sweet torture. 

her knuckles pull against the gusset of your panties as two of her fingers center over your clit. her pace at first is light, slow, exploratory like the way it’d been on your leg. her eyes on your face are focused. she wants to know what’ll take you to the edge, and you know it isn’t this. so you grab sana’s wrist and raise your hips to force pressure. 

“faster,” you pant, liquid gaze cutting to her. “h-harder. i like it–” 

she steals the words from you, kissing again with a mouth full of bite. the motions of sana’s fingers quicken, slide down to the tease of your e trance while you grind frantically into her palm. you’re so wet you easily accept the glide of her first finger, and when she pushes in the second, the stretch is sweet, a welcome thing. you thrust onto them, wishing vainly that she’d toss you into the backseat and fuck you with something more.

the thought makes you clench around her, and she curses loudly, burying her face into your sweaty neck. 

“are you always this depsrate when you’re getting fucked?” sana hisses, thrusting her fingers into you harder, without relent. “you always feel this good?” 

you choke out a sob, feeling the familiar swoop in your belly, the swelling tide that welcomed euphoria. as you clutch her wrist, chasing it, sana rests her head atop your shoulder, her voice going soft, reverent. 

“you’re so good, y/n,” she says in a frantic stream, mad with want. “so good. so, so fucking good. my perfect girl.” 

you keen when it washes over you, that white-hot heat that robs you of sense. you shudder beneath sana’s grip, clutching her wrist as you ride it out. she helps you come down from it, kissing you languidly and keeping her pace inside you slow. when you can breathe again, she pulls them out of you. you flush hotly when she sticks her fingers in her mouth, but the embarrassment doesn’t linger long. you surge toward her, hands flying towards the button of her pants. meets her in another frantic kiss.

“i wanna make you feel good now,” you whisper, palming her. “i want—”

sana uses her hand in your hair to bind you up against her and kisses you again, long and full enough to make the words melt from your tongue. you’re hazy when she pulls away, pliant. 

“i think,” she says. “that there’s always next time.” 

“next time?”

“next time,” sana repeats, rubbing your cheek with her thumb. “it’s late anyway. you should go to bed.” 

“oh,” you say blankly. “okay.”

sana kisses you again, twice on your nose, before leaning over to open your door. you stumble out of her car, binding your purse tight against your chest. you wave at her from the entrance of her building before you step inside, and see the shadow of sana’s hand as she waves back, driving off. when she turns onto the street, you rush inside, a hot, sharp balloon swelling in your chest. 

your hands shake when you slot the key into your door and turn the knob, switching on the lights. you kick your shoes off and toss the purse onto the couch, moving on muscle memory. you can’t think beyond the warm, floaty haze that’s clouded your mind, and when you shut the door behind you, you laugh. 

over and over. carelessly. all the while remembering the firm grip of sana’s hand and the scent of her, clogging your nose even now, a smell you want to bottle up and keep. 

next time, you think, giddy, nearly dancing in the small space. she said there’d be a next time. 

just then, you hear the high trill of your phone and dart to the couch, yanking open your purse to fish it out. you flush a pink when you notice the notification next to sana’s name– a text that reads, goodnight- and as you go to type your response, another notification pops up. one from venmo. 

a cold spike of adrenaline shoots through you when the app opens, fingers trembling. you almost drop your phone entirely at the number attached: $1,000 dollars. 

“for school,” it reads. 

your breath quickens. the hot balloon in your chest expands and expands until it pops, a physical pain against your ribcage.

i thought— your eyes burn. the realization sinks into your like molasses. i thought she—

the night you met sana, she expressed concern when she learned why you were there. she’d condemned jihyo and implied that you deserved something more, something better. she’d left you money as a gift, to be kind. 

a gift, sana told you. you don’t owe me anything. 

so why is it, then, that you have the distinct impression that jihyo had been simply outbid. 

—

you’re thinking about next time. sana said that there’d be a next time. 

that next time would come, then twice.

then a third.

and after.

the day after that, and the day even after that. 

the room is reverberating the echoes around you, loud with the sounds of heavy pants and wet slaps of skin. you’re clinging to the sheets beneath you, pushing yourself up, moving your hips to meet the frantic pace of sana's fingers curled up inside you. sana then buries a hand into your hair and hitches you up for a kiss that never takes. it’s broken quickly, leaves both of your swollen mouths parted and breathing of each other’s oxygen. you’re relishing the intimacy of the moment. 

when the building pressure at the base of your stomach grows to become too overwhelming, you fall back on the mattress, unmoored without sana’s presence, but she follows you as she always does. she’s binding her arm around your waist and raises you up, hand cupping your cunt while she’s all over your neck again. 

“c’mon,” sana says, voice wrecked, torn from her. “c’mon, honey, one more.” 

you gave sana the opportunity to sit on her face earlier, brown eyes flashing dark and predatory at you while you grind all over her mouth. the hot curl of her tongue relentless against you, reducing you to a living nerve ending. sana wrung out two splintering orgasms out of you, flipping you on your back before you could even recover. you loved it, and you still do, seeing all the ways that you can challenge sana. 

her slender fingers dip down to your clit again and causes you to moan loudly, rocking into her as she circles it firmly: rough, fast motions that she’s learned that you love. to bring you back to that edge quick. 

sana kisses you again, her other hand slipping to your breast above and squeezing. she’s groaning into your core, it’s making you fall deeper into the madness of your situation. 

“you’re so—” she barely mumbles out, her hand on your breast slides down to clamp the divot in your hips. sliding the pillow under the arch of your back in one seamless motion. she’s too good with her hands. “fucking unreal, and perfect.” 

her mouth against your other mouth starts the chain reaction. you’re moaning out more strain behind it. a star-burst of affection igniting in your chest. sana continues to swipe her tongue, the unyielding pressure that makes your vision swimmy, and you let go. 

you’re sobbing out while your hands are trying to find what’s left of the comforter as ecstasy steals over you. sana continues to drive her fingers and tongue into you, letting you feel it: in the air, at the base of your throat, between the rapid, uneven pacing of thrusts from her fingers. when you’re all tuckered out, the clenching fading out from your cunt, soaked with slick while it gets on different parts of your skin; from the leg, to one of your obliques, to the small peak of your boob. 

“o-okay, that’s e-enough.” 

“you taste so fucking good,” sana murmurs, mouth hot against the column of your neck. her hands trailing up and down your stomach. “when you clench around my fingers is just—” 

fucking shit this woman. “sana, please.” 

she sits up with a chuckle, and you’re at the same level too, instantly resting your head on her shoulder, kissing it. sana wraps her arm around your waist, kissing the top of your head, her fingers are tapping away at the v-line. you look up and she kisses you, grinning with delight. 

“will you stay over?” you ask, too plaintive when she pulls away. sana’s smile falters and you feeling the realization, disappointment inbound. 

“i can’t.” a spike lances through you. “my department has a meeting early in the morning. i can’t skip.” 

“oh.” you hate yourself for being upset—she’s a doctor, of course she’s busy—but the feeling rises up anyway, along with the insidious notion that she’s gotten what she wanted and so has little use for you now. without thinking, you start to drift away from sana in slow little increments that she catches, and she pulls you up tight against her, pressing her lips to your hairline. 

“i wish i could say,” sana whispers. “if it were up to me, i’d be here with you everyday.” 

the words are cruel, considering what they are–what you are—but the pain is stamped down. masking it with teasing. “how would you work then?” 

“i’m sure my supervisor could find someone else to fill my place. someone as equally ecstatic to dig their hands into some guy’s intestines.”

“you’re so…casual when you talk about your job.” you say out of respite. 

“are you worried?” sana asks. 

“no.” answering while tracing fingers across sana’s chest, over her still-racing heart, before tapping her chin. “but it makes me wonder if i should be.” 

“is the child psychology major going to psychoanalzye me right now? when i’m twenty-nine years old nearing thirty?” 

“you know the issues of childhood can be far-reaching. you never stop feeling the effects of it.” 

“incredible.” you laugh when sana dips her head and takes your finger in her mouth, biting it gently. “but i’ve always been this way.” 

“which is?” 

a half-feral grin spreads across sana’s face before she abruptly flips you over. you yelp into her mouth as she kisses you, long and slow, and settles over you. she breaks away, still grinning. “crazy about you.” 

you’re flushing hotly, which makes her bark out a delighted laugh, and sana kisses you again. over and over and over. her lips trail from your fluttering eyelids to the tip of your nose to your chin, every nook and cranny of your face that she can reach. when her lips meet yours again, you can taste the sugar on her tongue.

“god, i wish i could stay,” sana rasps, breaking away, and you cling onto her. 

“then stay.” 

“if i did, i’d have to leave at 5 to get ready at my apartment in order to be at the hospital on time. also you have an early class tomorrow. chances are i’d wake you up and you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep.” 

your jaw tightens, and teeth catch your tongue. you don’t want to accuse sana of making excuses, because you know she’s right; it’s happened before. and that’s what burns you, the idea that your angst could have no standing. the operating off of your injured feelings and nothing substantial. this is transnational after all. 

“okay.” you say, coolly. “guess this is goodbye then.” 

“bye y/n.” sana says, kissing your mouth. “goodnight.” 

sana kisses you several times, smothering you in affection. she only stops after you simple, nipping at your nose once before rising off the bed. you watch as sana peels away off the bed, walking around your room, picking up her clothes from the floor and pulling them on. when she’s done, she strides over to you and slides a nick of your hair back, kissing your forehead. 

“i’ll call you tomorrow, sweetheart.” 

“okay.” 

sana ducks down, skating her nose along the edge of your hairline, keeping her mouth close to your ear. “i’ll see you later.” 

you move your head and catch sana’s lips. against them, whispering. “mn, see you later.” 

you notice with some satisfaction that sana’s eyes are fevered as she pulls away, dark with wanting, and you shove your face back into the pillow, clinging to it. sana mutters a soft curse and makes her way to the door, only to immediately jam the knob when she goes to close it. she mutters a curse again, much louder. 

“just give it a little wiggle,” you say, sitting up. “it gets a little tight sometimes when you twist it.” 

“how long has it been like this?” 

“since i got the apartment.” 

“what the fuck?!” sana exclaims. “did anything else come broken?”

“sometimes the water pressure in my shower is really low.” 

“jesus christ, y/n.” sana says again, louder, angrier. “why haven't you told your landlord?” 

“trust me, i have.” you say shrugging your shoulders. “if i said anything more than that he’d just shut off the water entirely.” 

sana sounds pressed, jiggling the knob harder. “i’ll kill him then.” 

“it’s really not that ba—” 

“i’m coming back next week with a repairman,” sana interjects, tone brokering no argument. “i can fix the doorknob myself but i’ll get a plumber for the shower.” 

you duck your head, embarrassed. “you really don’t have to do that, sana.”

“i want to,” she replies, eyes softening when she looks at you. “i don’t want you living in some shit-hole with no running water.”

“i have running water.” 

“we’ll see what the plumber says.” and with that, sana gives up on fixing the jam and breezes past the doorway. a few seconds later, you can hear sana at the front door shut behind her. with a deep sigh, you fall back into the bed and reach for your pillow, thick with her scent, and curls around it to fall asleep. 

in the morning, you wake up to a ten dollar venmo notification for coffee and the contact information of the plumber sana mentioned. 

—

“why haven’t you got my calls or texts?” is the first question that mina asks when you answer the phone. you stifle a laugh. 

“well, good to hear your voice mina.”

“you haven’t called me,” she says again. “is everything okay?” 

you sigh and sink into your loveseat, socks skipping over the fractured leather. your fingers cradle the coffee mug. “nothing’s wrong.” you say. “i’ve been really busy.” 

“with what?” 

“school,” is what you reply with. “not sure if you’ve kept up, but i’m in my last year now. i’ve been getting most of the important work done as much as i can.” a second passes before you add, “and communication is a two-way street. you haven’t been calling me either.” 

“busy with work.” is what mina says in defense. 

“see?” you quirk, a sip of coffee passing through your mouth, tapping your fingers on your knee, waiting for mina to speak. neither of you are particularly verbose, so the shared calls usually play out like this: tense silence, quick updates, the voids that harbored resentment. but you’ve grown far from the desire of mina to be soft for you (she has, doesn’t want to admit it) and you’re just accustomed to the dispassion. 

for the final question on the script: “do you need any money from me?” 

“no, mina. i don’t need money from you or auntie.” 

“i assume the tips are good at your job then?” 

“even better.” 

she hums, like this was real answer, saying, “if you ever need anything, call me.” 

“you know it when i do.” 

“okay then.” 

mina hangs up with a click before the goodbye is even truly articulated on the tongue. 

—

your ears perk up when a knock is heard on the door, moving from your kitchen to walk to the entrance. curious, you open it, only to be swept up into sana’s arms before you can even say hello. she kicks it shut behind her and pins you to the old wood, lips roving over your face. 

“what—” she kisses your mouth twice in quick succession. “—are you doing here?”

“left the hospital for my lunch break,” sana breathes, hitching you up so that a leg is wrapped around her waist. she dips to suck your collarbone, mouth curling when she hears you mewl. “decided to come here.” 

“d-did you eat?” 

“no.” 

sana’s hand slides up from the curve of your ass to your breast, squeezing gently. you moan softly, head thumping against the wood. “you—you should.” 

she separates from your throat to shoot a sly grin. “i’d rather eat you out first.” 

mindless, spurred by sana’s passion, you surge down to kiss her. tightening your legs around her, thighs squeezing as sana’s hand cups your clit. with every pass of the hand, you can feel the shift of your underwear, panties clinging. 

sana buries her hand into your hair, yanking back to expose your throat. she ducks her head to you for another kiss, trailing her lips up and down the line, tongue darting out to taste. her other hand dips down to your ass to bind you up against her, rolling until your toes curl. you sigh and slide your hand into sana’s hair. it would be so easy to just cum from this, but you’d rather put sana’s mouth somewhere else. 

you pull her up by her hair, stomach clenching at the naked want on sana’s face. her eyes, half-lidded and hazy, are trained on your open mouth. when you lick them, her thumb catches your bottom lip. 

“please,” you gasp, moving against sana’s hips. arching. “we need to go to my—” 

sana grins, almost madly, and kisses you hard enough to steal your breath. “what? you’re afraid your neighbors might hear me fuck you again?” 

you blush hotly and sana laughs, but ultimately decides to appease you, heaving you off the wall. she seeks out your lips again and stumbles into the room. impatient, sana kicks open the door, heedless when it slams loudly into the wall. 

you hardly notice also, giddy when sana pushes you onto the bed. it’s a race to get clothes off, pairs of hands fulmbling with the zippers and buttons until sana bats her pants away, you yanking your sweatpants off, meeting for another kiss as she lowers herself over you. you moan loudly when her fingers tease the opening between your legs, feeling the wetness in an instant. 

“my god,” you sigh out, clinging to sana, blood burning beneath your skin; every movement a siren call to your own pleasure. “please, just—just touch me, sana.” 

sana grins rakishly, eyes glittering with mirth. ever the eager observer to your own demise. 

“you’re always so polite, sweetheart.” sana says, and moves down to kiss you. you yourself arch to meet her, pulse skittering at her proximity, at the heady invertibility of mindless pleasure, and—

the lights go out. 

sana stills above you. at first, you’re surprised, waiting for them to flicker back on. this happens sometimes. i mean—the building is old as in 1920s red stone–faulty wiring and out-dated, but nothing comes to fruition. 

“fuck,” you spitt, arousal plummeting to now nothing. you move from under sana. “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—” 

“what’s wrong?” sana asks. you rise from the bed and she follows you to the kitchen. you snatch a pile of envelopes from your counter to dig through them, only to stop when you notice that the lighting outside is too dim to see. you sigh heavily, marching over to your couch to read by the flickering candles. sana sits down beside you, eyeing cautiously. “what’s wrong?” 

“the light bill,” you croak. “the rental agency upped the price recently but i must’ve paid the old amount without ven thinking. god, how could i be so stupid?!” 

“you’re not stupid. don’t talk like that,” sana snaps. she then takes a deep breath, voice much calmer when she adds, “and this is an easy fix. if you pay it now, it’ll be back on in a few hours. this shit happens, y/n.” 

“but i don’t–” have the money. you clench your jaw tight, forcing the words down, but sana can see the pain on your face, can hear it lingering in the air, unsaid. 

“i’ll help you—” you shake your head; you don’t like this, the reminder—” let me help you.” 

“no, sana.” 

“it’s not a big deal. i want to.” 

“i can’t ask you to—”

sana suddenly shifts closer and grabs your face, cupping it between her palms. she looks int your eyes, gaze probing.

“let me,’ she cajoles. “you don’t have to bear the burden of this all on your own. if i’m offering to help you, let me help you.” 

your heart swells. with relief. with dismay. “okay.” 

she pecks your lips before standing up, thumb trailing down your cheek. “where’s your laptop? if your account is set up online, i can pay it now. i still have about forty-five minutes until i have to get back so i can wait with you until then.” 

“it’s on my desk.” 

sana nods once, turning on her heel to march into your room. the second she’s out of sight, you bury your face into her hands, burning with shame. 

—

right after class ends, your phone vibrates. 

you pick it out of your pocket, thumb grayling over your cracked screen to see sana’s contact photo flashing up at you; it was the one taken three weeks ago, with her smiling while you pressed a kiss to her cheek. you’re clicking the green button. 

“hello?” 

“i just realized you’ve never been to my apartment,” sana says, surprising you. “we’ve been together for almost two months and you’ve never seen my house.” 

“oh.” your cheeks flush, pulse skipping at together. “you’ve never really brought it up before.”

“like a fucking idiot. do you wanna come over?” 

your body warms in a near–sudden response, to your eternal horror, and with a bite of your lip. “sure.” 

“cool! i’ll pick you up right now.” 

“you're not working today?”��

“no. i worked eighty hours last week so they gave me a day off. i’m on call, though, which is shitty anyway.” 

“i’m sorry.” 

“it’s fine,” sana dismisses. “so you’re still on campus?” 

“yeah. i just got out of class.” 

“alright, i’ll be there in twenty.” 

“okay. bye.” 

“bye.” sana says, but lingers on the line. for a moment, you think she’s forgotten to hang up, and moves to do it for her until she adds, softly, cutely you might think. 

“i’m excited to see you.” 

your heart thuds, and she hangs up before you can even say something back. 

for twenty minutes, you wait near the entrance of the school, fiddling with your phone until sana texts you to come meet her. finding the car quickly, walking towards the sleek, gray two–seater of her vintage mercedes, and opens the door to see sana grinning at you. a pair of dark sunglasses sit on the bridge of her nose. 

“hi,” sana smiles. 

“hi.” you say back, hating at how shy you still get around her, considering. sana, though, always appears to take a bit of pride to it. 

she chuckles, leaning back in her seat and shifting the car into drive, pulling into the main road. you settle in to watch the hypnotic motion of her hands as she turns the wheel—it almost makes you nostalgic for some reason. 

“so,” sana says, turning onto the street. “how was class?” 

“fine. just sat through a lecture.” 

“about?”  

“well, just the study of psychosocial development of erickson. how the different stages can be embedded by sociological challenges. you don’t want to hear the rest from me.” 

“ah.” you suck a smile in; seeing the cogs in sana’s brain turning. “sounds interesting.” 

“it’s a lot to cover. my professor was telling us about how some guest speaker that’s gonna be presenting next month. apparently she specializes in existential psychotherapy so i’m thinking of seeing that when it comes.” 

“that’s really cool. do you know the name?” 

“no.” you appreciate the effort that sana is showing. elizabeth, as wonderful and cool she was, tended to block you out sometimes: on the occasion she ever needed to. “what about you? how was work?” 

sana groans. “terrible. a guy was rolled in with a bullet wound and was hemorrhaging like crazy. i was able to stop the bleeding and get the bullet out, but the anesthesiologist almost od’d him and killed him. idiot.” 

“wow,” you say. “is he okay now?”

“yeah. but i’m never having that dumbass with me at the table again.” 

“you might have to, though. you’re a new doctor, sana, i don’t know if you have the luxury of writing off your co-workers.” 

sana smirks. “i might.” 

flicking the blinkers on, she turns on the road that leads them deeper into the upper west side. sana drives into a small parking lot behind a tall building before pulling into a space. once the car shifts into park and the keys are yanked out, you step out, mouth parting as you take in the veritable skyscraper in front of you. 

“you live here?!” 

“yeah,” sana says, taking your hand. seeing the stupefied expression, grinning and leading you inside. a red-headed doorman greets sana as you make your way across the lobby. the elevator didn’t even feel like an elevator and once you got past sana’s front door, you’re in full flabbergasted mode—eyes open like saucers. sana smiles at your gasp but when her eyes flicker to you they narrow. 

“i thought it would be a penthouse of sorts.” 

“trust me, it is but at the same time it isn’t.” 

sana’s apartment may not be as lux as you initially thought, but it’s still nice regardless. you can tell that it was costly, dark furniture andwide, open spaces and tall windows. the walls are painted with a light grey. a flat-screen plasma tv hangs in her living room, mounted over a fireplace. the black velvet leather couch is in front of it, clearly brand new. 

her voice echoes the walls. echoes. you’re left marveling. “are you hungry?” sana asks from the dining area, “i have some food from the other day.” 

“what do you got?” 

“some leftovers from this dimsum place, pretty good actually.” 

you giggle. “i thought you would have a much more sophisticated diet to fall back on.” meeting her at the kitchen island while she opens the box of food, tossing a bite into her mouth while you’re scanning through the dumplings. 

“this is delicous.” you say in between bites, sana leaning over pressing a kiss to your temple. “you’re not eating as much, not enough craving?” 

“i had some food earlier.”

“how earlier are we talking?” 

“before i scooped you up.” 

you hum while she feeds you another bite of the warm dumpling that melts so tenderly into your mouth. 

the relaxing downtime with sana felt like a completely different world in her house. you got to know sana’s rough run down backstory of how she got to some form of power when it comes to dealing with which practitioner helps with her or not. being well-connected in her line of work was something to be fortunate with, but sana doesn’t like the idea of wealth being wrapped around her. sure, her clothes may be nice, demeanor brash and language abrasive at times, but she sees the world in a more different light compared to tzuyu and elizabeth on the topic of privilege. 

as for how she got into her career of being a surgeon, she signed up for dual-enrollment in the last two years of her high school to graduate early. the calling of med school already being long in terms of time, so the sooner she could get out, the better. 

“i like that,” you say. “i like how your mind works. i like—”

you. you almost say it. and it aches to not project it, the sudden sting of yearning. you, you, i really like you.

but catching yourself tripping up was something more of a simple defensive mechanism. “the story,” you finish. “pretty funny.” 

“i have better ones.” sana says, grin lighting up her face, more radiant than sunlight. and her obliviousness burns twice as hot. “do you wanna hear about the time my friend bang chan and his best friend felix got mutual restraining orders back in college?” 

—

you’ve read the name of tobio kageyama for probably the thirtieth time in two manga volumes before your mind decided to call for a needed break. 

sitting upright from the couch, stretching and popping joints across the body. a look at the clock shows that it’s a little past eight, realizing that you’ve studied for roughly about two to three hours. too bad you didn’t notice it before because your brain is already bugging and battered into mush. 

so you head to the kitchen, glass cup filled before drinking it once or twice before noticing that sana hasn’t drank any water since she took up a fortress in her office two hours ago, claiming that she had a work call. you fill another glass again, dropping a few ice cubes, before making your way towards her office door–knocking once, “hey, you busy?” 

sana’s voice sounds muffled, weary. “no, come in.” 

entering the room, hesitant like you were intruding on some sacred space. like the rest of her house, sana’s office was nice, richly-furnished. she has a tall, wooden desk in front of her, several files and stacks of paper placed on top. there’s a bookshelf behind in the corner, thick tomes marked by names that you don’t even want to try to read or recognize. the walls are also painted in a dark gray, and there’s a leather couch off to the left side with a blanket placed over it. even sana needs to have her naps sometimes. 

sana then calls for your attention, glasses perched on the bridge of her perfect nose. “did you need something?” 

“no,” you say, inching closer. raising the glass, “i just wanted to get you some water.” 

she smiles in thanks, taking it from you while she approaches with an outreaching hand, grabbing the glass downing it in one gulp. frowning with a mild concern once she gave you back the glass, “were you thirsty?” 

“a bit. i didn’t feel it until now.” 

“are you hungry?” 

“not right now. i’ll eat when im finished with this.” 

“you should take a break,” you say, stepping towards sana. you lean back with your butt to the edge of her desk, half sitting. up close, you can see sana’s stress more evidently, eyes low with exhaustion. “sit on the couch with me. we can watch something together.” 

“i can’t do that, y/n.” 

“why not?” would a short film be better?” 

“i have paperwork. a lot of paperwork. not to mention forms, test results, patient files. i want to try to get through them by tonight.” 

“and you will,” you reply softly, stepping between her legs, resting your hands on her shoulders. “just ten or fifteen minutes of your time, please.” 

“no way we’re watching a movie in ten minutes.” 

“not the movie, you idiot. i was gonna say food instead, you should eat.” 

“‘m not hungry.” 

“not even a snack?” 

sana lets out a smile, placing her hands on your hips. “i appreciate you for being concerned, baby, but i’ll be done soon. i promise. then we can go get something to eat together.” 

looking down at the ground, hands still on shoulder. you’re smoothening the crinkles of sana’s large shirt, fingers brushing up from her neck up to her hair. you lean down and kiss sana fully on the lips, slowly, once, twice, a few times, and rest your knee on her chair between her legs. you break away a bit to pepper languid kisses across the slope of her jaw. 

“relax,” you croon. “take a break with me.” 

sana sinks into you, sighing like she’s expelling a pressure from deep within her chest. her eyes flutter closed, hands twitching around your waist, and when you dip down to kiss her throat, you feel the flushing heat rising from her body.

desire races to the forefront like a freight train, bowling over you with its inteistiey, and you’re running a hand up her thigh towards the center. sana gasps sharply into your parted mouth, fingers clutching around your waist. you’re nearly smiling. 

“you’ve eaten me out before,” you whisper. “but you’ve never let me do the same for you.” 

sana laughs but it’s off, brimming with echoes of a dark promise. “i find it more enjoyable when i eat up your pussy then have you eat mine. better for me to see you cry the way i want you to.” 

there’s a thrill pulsing through your body, throbbing dully in your cunt. you’re ducking down to kiss her again, practically panging into sana’s open mouth as you palm her through her pants. her face is screwed up with a tight coil of pleasure, eyes shut. her fingers dig into the leather armrests at her side. 

“let me,” you whisper again, almost begging. “i want to.” 

sana’s eyes crack open, solely, regarding you as though you were something to be consumed. i want to, you think with a sort of nameless, desperate sense of urgency. i want you to. 

she nods, and you kneel at her feet. 

you’re kissing through her jeans first, soft, affectionate little pecks that make sana groan, fingers sliding up her legs again. you help sana clumsily unbutton her pants, shucking it down and off her thighs. the panties are quick to follow, only first with a trail of your lips over the black-laced fabric, soaked with her wetness that fills up your nose. sana is wrecked with the effect you have on her, just some light kisses and heavy petting, making your cunt fucking clench; you don’t think you’ve ever met anyone who’s wanted you even half as much. 

when sana’s panties are gone left with her shirt; the scent is intoxicating. her folds are glistening. she sighs of pure bliss when you lick up her slit, mouth lingering on her clit. her hips twitch from the initial contact. you stifle a smile when you shower a few more kisses, and she groans loudly when you part her legs, squeezing her inner thighs tightly the more you shove your face into her cunt. 

you’ve eaten out girls before, but sana was more of an anomaly. to play it safe, you experiment, trying to see what she likes best. licking at her, teasing her walls with a finger, leaving teased kisses to the area outside of her pussy. sana can’t contain herself when she pulls your head back in with her hand, moaning into her core, the vibrations too overwhelming coming from your mouth to her legs. 

“fuck,” sana moans. “fuck, y/n–baby, fuck. i’m gonna—” 

nodding at her, you don’t let up the pace of tearing up her cunt. fingers in walls and grunting into her. she doesn’t even let you breathe. the heels of her feet on your shoulders as her hands are on the back of your head, nails scratching the scalp the more you’re lapping her up. only then you pull away as she coos out locking eyes with you, the sight of licking your mouth lean with your tongue from her slick almost makes her lose it from the seat. 

“i’m gonna ruin you,” sana promises, snarling, gaze devouring, mad with want. it sends a deep vibration into your cunt while she looks up to the ceiling. “you won’t be able to walk.” 

you could’ve just came right then and there, vision whiting out at the edges. somehow you kept your sanity in check, ducking your head for more fully. humming and sliding your tongue over her cunt, nibbling on her clit and with a sudden jerk followed by a sharp groan, she cums. 

a whole assortment of papers, files, pens, and pencils are scattered to the floor as sana digs her hand beneath your shirt and rips it off of you. your lips meet hers for another frantic kiss, laying back as she’s settling over you. 

she shoves your sweats down along with your panties, letting them dangle from your feet. sana then moves back to your chest, hands moving like a firebrand, searing your skin with every touch. desperate to feel more of it, you sit up slightly and unclasp your bra. the second you’ve tossed it, sana’s hands are quick to palm, mouth hot against your own as she swallows your keening sigh. 

“you have the most perfect tits in the world,” sana breathes, thumbs circling your nipples, forefingers roving down to pinch. the sweet pleasure-pain sparks a heavy throb in your core, and she arches into you, spreading your legs wide. you moan when sana’s mouth is around your breast, the other hand folding you. 

“god, sana, please,” you beg, clinging to her. your hips are twitching, the emptiness inside you turning into a physical ache. 

“what is it, baby?” sana switches over to your other mound, tongue laving over your nipple. your eyes fluttering, mind spinning at the sight. “what?” 

moaning helplessly, and her hand slides down to your cunt, thumb sliding up the wet gusset of your panties to find your clit. when she presses down, your hips jerk forward, shrieking. she’s laughing around your boob. 

“yeah, there we go,” sana sighs out, rubbing at you languidly, moving slow with the roll of her hips. “that feels good, doesn’t it?” 

“ye—ah—yes, yes it feels good.” 

“i know.” sana kisses up to your throat, sucking the soft spot beneath your jaw, lips deceptively sweet. “but you want more, don’t you.” 

more. 

your stomach seizes at the thought of it, the promise. you grasp at her wrist and sana hisses, dipping her hand beneath underneath your underwear to slide a finger inside you. keening when she adds another digit, stretching you open—another sounds leaves your mouth and sana laughs when you’re clamping around her fingers.

“you feel so good like this, y/n. so good.” she watches as she fucks her fingers in and out of you, transfixed by the sight. almost resentful of her own body. “i wish i could live in you. i wish—” 

“you could,” somehow croaking that out when she has four fingers inside. “i’d let you.” 

sana lets her intrusive thoughts get the better of her, growling while she surges down your body. your panties are up in the air as she raises a leg up, thumb petting your clit. you’re rearing up with a shout, a splintering sound, bursting, but sana doesn’t give you any breathing room. next thing you know, she has the flat plane of her tongue swiping upward that pushes your undoing even faster. 

it’s good enough to cry, you can feel the salt on your tongue when sana leans up again for another kiss before trailing down to your pussy. there’s a malformation with how the kisses are sloppier on your lips above and below, but the pleasure is good. she makes you feel like euphoria is an ever-present force that is kept within you, and it’s much deeper than the sex. the sprawling root of it is happiness, and sana. 

“c’mon, y/n, my lovely girl,” sana says tightly, jaw clenching when she breathes over your clit. her eyes hazy like she might be the one to cum again. “give me another.” 

you wrap your legs around her, canting up so that her mouth and tongue go deeper, and you both moan from it. sana’s finger finds your clit again, so wet the sound is purely obscene, but it only strokes the fire of your pleasure, makes it build higher and higher. 

“that’s it. there we go. t-there—” 

sana stops short. a bitten-off cry, and she doubles down on your clit. her fingers clench around your walls, and there’s a gentle wave—mouth parted to sigh. 

she stays for a second, pulling her hand out examining the slimy fluid between the fingers, licking them seductively that makes you roll your eyes and look away. sana just laughs at you, “fuck you, for making me like this.” 

your head hits the desk, “not sorry. i like it when you’re needy for me.” 

she huffs out, “little minx. when i’m done with you—” 

“what? i won’t be able to walk?” 

sana’s face falls flat, but her eyes spark with lurid determination as she leans in and whispers, “everything i’ve gotten in life, i’ve had solely because i wanted it badly enough. you think that doesn’t apply to the things i wanna do to you?” 

your heart hammers like a jack-rabbit. red-hot heat slowly consumes your face. “i—”

she moves off of you but keeps her arms bracketing your hips. “we’re moving to my room,” she interjects. “i need a bed if i want you to sit on my face.” 

eyes were wide open while you managed to slip out of sana’s hold, scurrying to the bedroom down the hallway. sana’s signature laugh echoes as she chases you down behind. 

—

it’s a bit chilly outside when mina calls you, the autumn weather creeping beneath your new coat to settle into your bones. hitching the collar up your neck for cover, and the phone is out from your pocket to see your cousin’s name. you’re repressing a sigh, picking up, 

“hey.” 

“yo.” mina has many greetings. “where are you right now?” 

“i got out of class, walking to the subway.” 

“are you by yourself?” 

“yes,” you say. “obviously. why wouldn’t i be?” 

“you usually have that slightly taller girl tagging along with you. the one with the model face.” 

“tzuyu.” you correct sharply. “and you’re not wrong, but she has her own life. you know? a girlfriend?” 

“and you? you got anyone?” 

frozen, stumbling in your tracks. mina could be asking for curiosity, but you know your cousin too well; she’s not the kind to be asking unnecessary questions. 

“no, i don’t,” you answer cautiously. 

“are you sure?” 

“why even bother asking me?” you retort, voice clipped. “even if i was seeing someone. i’d mention it right away, even with thanksgiving around the corner.” 

“i don’t see what thanksgiving has anything to do with it.”

“most normal people introduce their partners to family, mina. not everything personal is some dirty little secret.” 

“don’t you dare try to get snippy with me. i was just asking a question, not cuffing you to a table for an interrogation. chillax.” 

you’re cringing with knitted brows, stepping down the stairwell into the subway station. it’s a lot warmer, “whatever. i just wanted to know why you were asking.” 

“i was asking because you haven’t been calling me lately. i figured that someone else was taking up all of your time besides auntie.” 

your jaw tenses. there’s this wave of guilt that makes your clinch your lip, voice much gentler when you follow up, “i’ve just been busy, mina. you know that.” 

“yeah?” the customary ten seconds of loaded silence pass before mina adds, “speaking of busy, don’t come down for thanksgiving this year. i’m gonna be busy with work.” 

work. the nameless occupation mina had never bothered explaining to you, not since you were in your teens. you’ve had your own suspicions and theories, but you never even had the frame of mind to confirm them yourself. 

even with the disappointment; it’s actually comforting in a weird sense. “that’s fine. i have finals to get ready for anyway.” 

“you’re not upset by this?” 

“no.” 

“and you’re not lying to me about anything, right?” 

“no, mina.” you say, smiling ruefully. “why would i? when have either of us ever lied each other about anything?” 

good as dammed, but there’s no care for it. i wouldn’t even matter anyway. it comes as a concern for how little tinges of that feeling is there still. 

mina sighs out. “talk to you later then, if you do call me.” 

you hang up after. the lasting thought of mina doesn’t even come afterwards. 

—

not even more than two steps into the entrance hallway when the doorbell calls you. 

you’re freezing, eating away at the fragile patience, but when you look through the peephole. you don’t think twice about opening the door. “tzuyu?” 

she’s standing across from you, arms folded, foot tapping, and pouting. “you’ve been neglecting me.” she accrues.

“huh?” you ask stupidly while blinking in a fast state.

tzuyu rolls her eyes and breezes past you, chilling air carrying the rich scent of yves saint-laurent. you follow her into the living rom, watching her shuck off her louis vutton jacket and tosses it onto the seat. 

“well?” she demands, whirling around to face you. “tell me what did she do to you?” 

“what?” 

“your little sugar mommy-doctor-girlfriend.” 

“tzuyu–” 

“whatever she did, she’s good enough to keep you from calling or texting your best friend for a week.” 

“what?” you’re gasping out again. “a week? i haven’t…” 

with a rush of the phone, you’re pulling up messages only to notice that you have, in fact, been ignoring tzuyu’s texts for the better part of a week. all of your besties messages. the only person you’ve kept consistent contact with is sana, and the last text you sent her was–

well—best to the imagination. 

“i’m so sorry,” you breathe out, throwing your phone off to approach tzuyu, taking her mittened hands, gently directing her to sit on the couch. “i’m so sorry, tzuyu. i didn’t mean to ignore you or shuhua or irene or anyone, i just—” 

“you’ve been preoccupied with your new girl?” 

“yeah,” you admit, bit of shame hanging, but adding, “and school. dooyoung–the guy editing my thesis—says it’s coming together really nicely, so.” 

tzuyu whoops, reaching out to shake your leg. “and you’ll be presenting it next semester! how do we feel about that?” 

“pretty good.” 

suddenly, her eyes soften, shifting closer. “i was mostly kidding, by the way, about you neglecting me. i remember how i was when i first got with shuhua. you couldn’t get me away from her.” 

“it’s different, though.” 

“what makes you say that?” 

“because shuhua is your girlfriend and sana is my—” 

you stop, horrified by the abrupt burn of tears. you turn away to conceal yourself, blinking hard, but tzuyu was always quick to notice. she wraps her arms around your elbow, leaning into your shoulder. “your sugar mommy,” she finishes gently, but you flinch like it’s a slap. 

“yeah. that.” 

“if it bothers you so much, then why are you staying with her?” i’m sure she’s given you enough that you have time to figure out another way to get money. it’s not like you need her.” 

“yeah,” you reply dully, still not meeting eyes with tzuyu. your mind is playing the denial aspect a lot more tougher now. “you’re right. i don’t.” 

—

with all things and struggles, you compartmentalize. 

you’re refusing to think of the blooming feelings for sana more than you have to, and in the even that you can’t, distraction was the solution: school, work, friends. and on the rare occurrence as crazy it would seem, shopping. 

“an IKEA drawer?” sana asks, baffled. you keep your phone between shoulder to ear. “why the fuck did you go to IKEA?” 

“i needed to,” you answer, pushing the giant box inside of your apartment, leaning against the wall as it’s on the wall. “my other drawer was broken. i’ve had it for like, seventeen years, so i figured that it was time for a change.” 

“and you could afford it?”

a rhetorical question. what sana’s really asking if the two bundred she sent you last week was a decent enough amount that you could splurge on. clenching your teeth, flushing. 

“yes.” 

“y/n, baby. i sent you the money so that you could go shopping.”

“i did. and i shopped at IKEA.” 

“are you gonna build the drawer now?” 

“yeah.” 

“let me come over. i can build it for you/” 

“sana, it’s fine. i’ve built furniture before.” 

“so have i. in fact, i bet i could have it done in half the time it takes you to read the instructions.”

“oh really now?” cocking a brow in disbelief. “how soon can you come over?” 

—

time didn’t really pass, staring at sana from the bed, chin resting on your palm as you watch her hiss and curse to herself, pink screwdriver in hand. the sweat rolls enticing down the hard ridges of her abs, her hair is up and out of her face in a knot. the most exhilarating part in all of this was watching him use her shirt as a sweat rag. 

“are you sure you don’t—”

“i’m almost done,” sana snaps, eyes flashing with indignation. “just give me ten more minutes.” 

true to her word, she was nearly done. the drawer stands tall in front of her, most of the pieces already constructed and put into place. all that’s missing is the top set of the drawers, which she has in her hands right now. 

still, it’s only mildly entertaining just to watch sana. you debated studying to pass the time, but the focus wasn’t enough on your book to make it stick. reading was also out of the question, and texting irene went nowhere after she revealed that she was on a date and couldn’t speak. the news that things with her and seulgi were going well and exciting to hear, but not long after. sana’s shirt was off. 

“it’s really fucking hot in here,” had been the excuse mainly. 

“is this supposed to keep me distracted? you ask. 

“i’m not trying to do anything. if you’re distracted, that’s your prerogative.” 

liar. she’s been annoyed the second you stopped foching on her long enough to try facetime tzuyu. 

you sigh, spitefully debating on what you can do to fluster sana. the limited options, though, tend to lean more in one direction and the idea of willfully doing any of them was embarrassing. 

suddenly, she whoops. “i finished!” 

you roll over on your stomach to see sana sliding the drawer into the top slot, circling it, pulling on different knobs to test the tightness and checking for smoothness of the pulling out and pushing in of the drawers. she grins at you, triumphantly. “i told you i could do it.”

“i never said that you couldn’t.” 

“it was in your tone.”

you smile, and sana straightens up to bend something in her body. a loud crack sounds, followed by a pained sigh, and her eyes open more glazed. “fuck.” 

soon after sana is laid flat on the mattress when you motioned her, face turned towards you with a look that says are you okay? 

“my back. it’s been annoying me since work—fuck.” 

you nick your head as you cautiously glide your hands over her skin, kneading the muscle softly, and sana just hums with relief. “keep doing that.” 

straddling on sana’s ass, languidly moving your fingers up. she just melts. sana perks up when you giggle. “what?” 

“nothing.” 

“tell me.” 

“i think it’s kinda bad for you to have back pain at your age, and it’s kinda mindblowing how active you are.”

“don’t be that dramatic, i’m not that old.” 

“for someone that’s near thirty.”

“that’s a bit harsh.” 

you giggle again before leaning down, lips skimming sana’s ear lobe. “i’m just teasing you.”

“you’re so fucked up for saying that, i’m only twenty-nine still.” 

“don’t be so sensitive.” you say pressing a kiss to her nape. “not bad if you're in your early late twenties early thirties while i’m in my early twenties.” 

sana sinks into you, like clay in your hands. when you move to the ridge of her cheekbone, she leans into you, turning her head to catch your lips. a languid kiss is shared, tongues melding, unhurried, but that fire is sparked between your hips and it becomes urgent. it’s a slow grind that’s rolled out, eyes fluttering at the friction. 

you pull away while sana breathes out, “fuck,” and flips you over now that you’re straddling over her front. your hands are on her waist, and sana moves her leg up between your legs, doubling down on the notice that you’re not wearing anything underneath the shorts, lips parting. 

she leans up to kiss you. sana always kisses you, mouth consuming like she wants to suck you inside. “i didn’t know you watching me build furniture would get you so hot.”

“everything you do gets me hot.” 

sana moans and binds you up against her, hips bucking, delicious friction sending stars behind your eyes. you wrap your arms around her neck, panting into her mouth, so euphoric that you want to weep. so happy. 

when she breaks way to squeeze your breasts, a loud knock sounds at the door, startling you. sana, however, is unmoved.

“ignore it,” she says, breath hot on your neck. “ride me.” 

your eyes flutter and you’re grasping at her hair, already picturing it, the slick coming out of you on her leg, the fruition and contact deep enough to send you reeling. and then you hear it: 

“y/n!” another loud knock, more insistent. “open the door!”

shit, you think, cursing, the word flying form your mouth now. “shit, shit.” 

sana pulls away from you, concerned, but you’re already beating her in the scramble. she watches you rush to the mirror to fix your hair. 

“what’s up? who is that?” 

“mina,” you breathes, cold panic pulsing through your veins. “my cousin.”

“oh, well—”

“it’s a bigger deal than you think,” you snap. “and stay here. she can’t see you.” 

sana’s eyes widen. “what–?” 

“stay here, sana.” 

you rush out of the room and hurry towards the front door. through the peephole, you see mina on the other side, arms crossed and expression stoic. you exhale deeply before opening the door, forcing a smile. 

“hi, mina.” 

she hums in greeting, shoulders knocking as she walks past you. when she spots the IKEA box, she stops short. 

“you bought furniture?”

“yes,” you answer hesitantly, clammy fingers clasped behind you. “i needed a new drawer.” 

“why didn’t you tell me?” 

“i need to call you every time i buy furniture?” 

“no. but these things sell for three hundred bucks. it’s expensive.”

“this one was on sale. one–fifty.” 

mina makes a deep sound in her throat, unsatisfied, but her journey is continued throughout your apartment. 

“so, uh. what are you doing here?” 

“it’s thanksgiving tomorrow.” 

“oh. i thought…you told me not to come. you said you were busy.” 

“some time opened up in my schedule,” she says, and finally stops long enough to look at you. her eyes were shrewd, filled with knowing. it only raises the sirens going off in your head louder. “i decided to come see you.”

“ah,” you breathe. “well, um. i didn’t buy any food. maybe we can order–?” 

“why are you so flustered? mina interrupts. “is there something going on?” 

“what? no, no, of course–”

“mina?” icy pinpricks poke your skin, and you slowly turn around to see sana standing in the hallway. her clothes and hair have been fixed, and she smiles at mina with a polite curiosity. 

your cousin’s expression sours instantly. “who the fuck is this?” 

“mina!”

“who is this. why is she in you apartment?!” 

sana walks towards mina, unphased by the insult. she sticks her hand out, “my name is minatozaki sana. nice to meet you.” 

mina peers at sana, neck tilted at an angle that would be comical if not for the fact that you feel like throwing up. finally, she looks at you again. 

“we need to talk.”  

[kkuramyeons]

five times – idol!sakura miyawaki x idol!reader

⋆ four times the idol wanted to give you her number + the one time she did.

pairing: sakura miyawaki x gidle!reader

info: idol! x idol! au, reader is a 00’ liner, and has been down bad for sakura for years despite being known as a playgirl amongst the industry, sakura is also down bad but can’t seem to take the hint or make a move, pining, fluff, gay panic.

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i.  the people are talking (let them talk)

“y/n-nnie! tell neverland what you’re most excited about attending the golden disk awards!” ushered minnie as she waved you over to where staff where recording a behind the scenes for your channel’s I-talk.

“aside from our $$$ perfomance and award nomination… i’m very excited to see if I can meet iz*one, i’m a big fan!” you excitedly replied as you sat down on the couch next to minnie.

“oh, is that so?” the older girl smirked as she watched you get flustered at her answer.

before you could reply, a booming voice came from the other side of the room, “yah! y/n-nnie is only excited because she has a huge crush on saku-“ yuqi started, but was cut off by soojin, who ushered her to stop teasing you.

“yah! stop teasing, unnie!” came your reply as your face flushed red, almost having your private business aired to the public.

the teasing continued in the background between you and yuqi while minnie, shuhua and soojin tried to distract the camera by answering more questions and making conversation.

⁂

flashes and shouts from the paparazzi filled the air as iz*one made their way towards the red carpet of the 33rd golden disk awards, excitement buzzing through the members as they posed for the cameras, directed by the mc.

after expressing their feelings on the rookie award nomination, and striking some more poses, the group made their way down the carpet and into the venue, as fans and more paparazzi shouted questions at them.

as sakura made her way behind hyewon, someone had asked her what she thought about g-idle’s performance the day before, to which she curtly replied that she loved it, mentioning your short rap as her favorite part of the performance.

finally, inside the venue, sakura sat down in her assigned seat, when chaeyeon asked if she knew you.

“eh?” came the reply from the japanese idol.

“i’m just saying, someone told me y/n unnie is fond of you. if you want to meet her, just let me know,” shrugged the blonde.

“are you guys talking about y/n?” came a hushed whisper from nako. “i heard she’s  already in a dating rumor with a trainee from jyp, you should be careful with a girl like that unnie.”

“i don’t even know her, she’s just interesting, that’s all” sakura replied, playing with the gem of her dress.

“well, she seems sweet. so, if you ever want to meet her, just let me know,” replied chaeyeon as the conversation switched topics.

“maybe I will,” mumbled sakura, switching her attention to the start of the award show, trying to pay no mind to the hushed whispers around her.

ii.  the puppy interview

after months of hard work and preparing for a comeback, calvin klein had contacted you to become a brand ambassador, with the opportunity to work alongside other idols and well-known photographers in the industry.

you had ambassador offers from gucci, fendi, and savage x fenti, to name a few. known for your visuals, rapping and producer skills (often called a mini soyeon because of this), you wanted something else to add to your list of things you brought to the table. when working with a label like cube, you had to be prepared to keep the lights on in the building, alongside your members, of course.

and that’s how you ended up doing some solo promotions in the states, as well as promoting your first english single and collaboration with calvin klein.

you sat in a blank set, sitting on the floor with a pastel pink backdrop in the back, trying to make sure every puppy in front of you was equally petted and cared for.

“ah! this is a good question, and believe it or not, I don’t think we get this one very often,” you said in an amused tone as you read it out loud to the cameras in front of you.

“who’s your celebrity crush?” smirking, you picked up one of the puppies and set it in your lap, while grabbing another to do the same.

“hm, I would have to say sakura from le sserafim. she recently changed her hair and I think it makes her look very beautiful. really brings out her eyes,” you mused, hands already busy with searching for another question from the bowl, excited to see how your members and fans would react to the answer.

⁂

the le sserafim members were all sat around a table, cameras pointed at them as they read some comments on live while eating several snacks.

“oh! kkura unnie!” exclaimed eunchae with a grin as she passed snacks to kazuha who accepted them with open arms.

“hm?” came the short reply from the oldest member.

“someone is asking how you reacted at y/n sunbaenim revealing that you were her celebrity crush!”

suddenly, four pair of eyes were on the oldest member, since everyone knew about sakura’s evident crush on you.

“eh?! oh… i was very flattered,” the oldest replied while seemingly trying to keep herself busy with some chips, as her face flushed from the sudden attention on her.

“you should exchange numb-“ yunjin’s loud reply from the other side of the table came, chaewon quickly cutting her off with reading another comment from the section, not really wanting any of her members in a dating scandal so early into their career as a group.

sakura spared a thankful glance at the leader, thinking that maybe, yunjin was right, and that she should remind herself to ask chaewon to give miyeon her number so she could pass it on to you.

iii.  run in at hybe

“they really had to leave me in the back of this building, damn” you grumbled as you made your way through the back corridors of the hybe building, in search of the studio where new jeans would be at, so you could help them record some songs for their upcoming album.

after walking around the same spot for a few minutes, you impatiently grabbed your phone from your pocket and started searching for the other producer’s number so you could ask for directions, seeing as your incredible sense of direction was getting you nowhere.

what you didn’t account for though, was literally bumping into what you thought was a wall while you made your way inside the building with your nose stuck in your phone.

“i’m so sorry for bumping into you like that!” exclaimed a voice, hand outstretched to help you up from the floor.

“oh! that’s …” you trailed off, staring up at big doe eyes while you got up from the floor.

regaining your composure and with both feet planted on the floor, you gave an amused grin to the woman in front you.

“it’s a pleasure to finally see you in person, sakura,” you greeted, bowing your head at the older idol.

flustered and with the tip of her ears turning red, the black-haired woman let out a weak chuckle before greeting you back, asking if you needed any directions or any help from her.

when you explained your visit’s purpose, sakura wasted no time in directing you to where new jeans would be at, making small talk on the way to the recording room.

the older woman dropped you off a few doors down from your destination, since her practice room was on the way, and she needed to get back to her training schedule.

watching as your figure entered the studio, she slowly started to enter her designated practice room, pausing when you winked at her before closing the door to the studio and making your way fully inside.

arriving back to practice all red and flustered, sakura slid inside the practice room and leaned against the nearest wall, sighing with her right hand on her chest, near her heart, trying to control her erratic heartbeat as she processed what had just happened, and how she didn’t get your number- again.

iv.  jennifer huh strikes again

“okay, hanni , could you sing that line again? I want it to sound more light, airy even.” you instructed the new jeans member from the other side of the recording booth, after volunteering to help produce one of your written songs and another track for the group’s debut album.

you received a thumbs up, which was a signal that the younger idol was ready to give it another go.

“meet me back in five if i matter… to you,” sang the idol, meeting your eyes after that last take.

“perfect! it’s exactly how i pictured it sounding in my head!” came your reply in the recording booth, as you all headed outside the booth for a much-needed break after a day of introductions and recordings. you made it clear to the team behind the album that you wanted the members involved in the process of creating their album, even offering them a chance to write and edit some of your drafts.

“i’ll get some coffee and i’ll be back in 15 to wrap up for today,” you said as you passed the younger idols, with everyone’s coffee orders in hand.

once you opened the door to leave, you were met with jet black hair and a tall female figure at the door.

“hello! y/n sunbaenim! my name is huh yunjin from le sserafim, and after hearing you were here today, I wanted to introduce myself and give you my number to see if you would be interested in helping me produce and record one of my songs,” said the idol with a deep bow.

“oh! hello yunjin. it’s something i might be interested in. since i’m in a rush today, let me give you my number and just text me the demos you have so far and I’ll listen when I can and get back to you, does that sound good?”

the younger girl rapidly nodded her head while shaky hands wrote down your contact information.

with a wave and a small smile, you made your way to the nearest cafe.

yunjin quickly texted the group chat, in disbelief that she actually succeeded her goal.

still a bit nervous from the interaction, yunjin giggled as sakura’s reply lit up her screen.

from: hot girl yunjin

to fearless idols

i’ve done in five minutes what sakura couldn’t do in three years.

from: gaymer kkura

to: fearless idols

i hope the label doesn’t mind having four members.

from: cutest maknae

to: fearless idols

no unnie don’t leave us! T.T

from: gaymer kkura

to: fearless idols

who said i was the one leaving?

v. eunchae’s star diary

after wrapping up the interview with shuhua, eunchae looked around to see if the staff were focused on the two maknaes, but since everyone was busy giving thank yous and

wrapping up, the black-haired girl moved towards her guest with a piece of paper in between her index finger and thumb.

“shuhua unnie! thank you so much for being on the show, I have something to give you before you leave!” the youngest of the two exclaimed as she walked the raven-haired girl outside the filming room.

“ah, eunchae-ssi, thank you for the invitation. that reminds me, I have something for you as well!” the oldest smiled, pulling a piece of crumbled paper out of her hoodie pocket.

eunchae’s eyes widened in anticipation, as she reminded herself of the task at hand, which was to get her oldest unnie a girlfriend (hopefully).

“this is from y/n-nnie, for sakura sunbae,” shuhua whispered as she handed the paper slip to eunchae.

“oh! this is from sakura unnie to y/n sunbaenim as well!” eunchae grinned as both maknaes exchanged paper slips.

“huh, who would’ve thought they had the guts to contact each other,” shuhua giggled as she looked at eunchae with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“mhm, who wouldve thought. good for them though, right?” asked eunchae as she smirked at the oldest of the two.

“mhm. good for them…” shuhua trailed off, being waved over by her manager, signaling that it was time to leave.

“well! thank you again eunchae! you have my number if you need anything! i’m positive we succeeded this time! fighting!” trailed off shuhua as she made her way to the exit along the long corridor.

the youngest giggled at her antics and waved her off, delighted that her plan would surely succeed.

+1 bonus:

from: unknown

hey, it’s sakura. eunchae said shuhua gave me your number?

to: sakura the loml

we meet again, sakura-ssi. funny thing, shuhua said eunchae gave her your number to pass along to me. it’s interesting how things work out, huh?  

[fanfiction4sooya]

Masterlist

Hi guys! Just quick introduction: I'm Lua, 26 brazilian woman who loves to write. This blog is for kpop girl groups and gg's only. I write for fun and for fun only, so I don't like angst and will probably write it only under request (and I can say no if it makes me uncomfortable bc I'm really bad at it).

I try to be as polite and gentle as a human possibly can, but I can and will set boundaries (and be mean) if I have to. (Some people tend to go crazy since they are anonymous)

Mainly a NSFw blog focused on Sub F!R x Dom Idol and Idol x Idol; but feel free to request Dom Fem!R :) I write imagines, thoughts, MTL, polygamous relationships (3 people only) and honestly a lot of other stuff, just check with me on my ask box and I'll let you know!!

I only write smut for girls with legal age/people I'm comfortable writing for;

If I see spam on my ask box I won't respond and probably will delete it, I definitely do not to want to bring any negative attention towards anyone, nor shame anyone.

I don't write about any disorders at all.

Please be kind to each other! 💖

My favorite groups are:

BP, Dreamcatcher, Itzy (Top 3). Twice (For the n*zi shirt incident I chose to NOT write for Chaeyoung, no hate for her or those who write for her), Red velvet, IVE, Loona, WJSN, New Jeans (But I don't write for them), Le Sserafim, XG, G- Idle, aespa, SNSD and VIVIZ

Soloists: Yena, Bibi, Eunbi, BoA, Sunmi, CL, Chungha, Soojin

Dancers: Bada Lee, NoZe, Lee Jung.

So here are the links for what I write. Fics are blue, imagines are pink, asks and requests are red!

BlackPink:

Crazy over you - Jisoo x Fem! Reader

Dreamcatcher:

Office game - Handong x Yoohyeon

Happy Su-A day!

Itzy:

Annoyingly you (A! Chaeryeong/ O!Lia)

Hot wife Chaeryeong

BFF's Yeji and Chaeryeong

Power Bottom Chaeryeong

Soft love making with Chaeryeong

Pervy neighbor chaeryeong

Le Sserafim:

Make me yours (Sakura X Yunjin)

Can't save you now (Sakura x Chaewon x Kazuha)

Speak up (Dom Kazuha x F!Sub reader)

Lakers Yunjin fucking you

Sloppy head with Yunjin

Puppy needs (Hybrid Yunjin x F!Reader)

Twice:

Fire & Gasoline (A! Jihyo x O! Reader)

Pretty Pet (Sana x F! Reader)

Mornings with you (G!P Momo x F!Reader)

G!P Mina x F! Reader

Jealous Step mommy Sana (G!P)

MILF Sana x Maid F! Reader

Fisting with Step mom! Sana

G!P Doctor Sana x F! Reader

Rewarding Idol!Jihyo

Cockwarming w/ Jihyo

Masc! Jihyo

Possessive G!P Momo

Deep throat w/ G!P Mina

GF Jeongyeon

Brat tamers Jeong and Sana

Sana overstimulating you

Twice as hybrids (g!p)

Jeongyeon bottoming for you

On edge (sana x F! Reader)

IVE:

Double Trouble (G!P Yujin x F!Reader x G!P Gaeul)

Rough G!P Yujin x innocent F!Reader

Yujin degrading F!Reader

Nerdy student Yujin

Cockwarming Yujin

G!P Gaeul w/ innocent tutor F!Reader

Birthday Sex w/ Wonyoung

Wonyoung x Bratty F!Reader

Riding hung Gauel

Wolf hybrid Yujin

My dream girl (Wonyoung x Liz) - Fluff

Possessive hybrid wonyoung

G-Idle:

A little relief (Shuhua x Miyeon)

Proud to be yours (BP Rosé x Miyeon)

Miyeon x Yuqi

Miyeon with a breeding kink

Somnophilia & Mimin

Red Velvet:

Addictive (Wendy x F!Reader)

Possessive mommy Irene

Loyal dog (Sub A! Seulgi x Dom O! Reader)

Cult leaders RV fucking you

Alpha Seulgi helping on your first heat

Dirty thoughts about Irene

Aespa:

Mommy Karina

The closest to her (G!P Winter x F!R)

Gamer winter neglecting you

Dirty thoughts about ningning

Somnophilia with puppy minjeong

Call her now (Karina x Fem!R)

SNSD:

Let me help (Tiffany x F!Reader)

Fox hybrid yuri

Possessive alpha Tiffany

How big is alpha Bada/ Tiffany

WJSN:

Use me please (Exy x Dayoung)

XG: -

Loona: -

I'll be your sweet dream (Heejin X F!Reader)

Camgirl! yeojin

VIVIZ: -

SOLOISTS:

Yena:

Married Reader x Yena

Car sex w/ Yena

Eunbi:

Bitter (Eunbi x F! Reader)

BIBI:

Touchy BIBI

BoA:

Sunmi:

CL:

Chungha:

DANCERS:

Bada Lee:

Sly fox, dumb bunny (G!P Bada x F!Reader)

Alpha Bada

How big is alpha Bada/ Tiffany

NoZe:

Lee Jung:

[notacelestialbeing]

master-list & rules

rules.

- men & minors dni.

- not limited to any kinks except for the more unusual ones such as piss kink, vomit, etc.

- will not write for minors/on minors.

- requests are always open but i will skim through and choose what i’d like to write on.

le sserafim

┗ sakura

▸ one of the girls ft. yunjin (mature)

┗ chaewon

▸ masquerade (mature)

┗ yunjin

▸ dollhouse (mature)

▸ aftercare (fluff)

▸ one of the girls ft. sakura (mature)

▸ into you (fluff)

▸ still with you (angst, fluff, mature)

┗ kazuha

▸ i don’t disappoint (mature/angsty)

┗ eunchae (fluff only)

blackpink

┗ jisoo

┗ jennie

┗ rosé

▸ vanilla (mature)

┗ lisa

▸ rotate (mature/fluff)

gidle

┗ soyeon

┗ miyeon

┗ minnie

▸ monster (mature)

┗ yuqi

┗ shuhua

+ soojin

aespa

┗ karina

┗ giselle

▸ collide (angst, fluff, mature)

┗ winter

┗ ningning

snsd

┗ tiffany

▸ criminal (mature)

& whoever is requested.

extras.

➝ smut/fluff prompts

➝ make your own

➝ chapter au stories

▸ criminal (tiffany x f!reader)

contains mature themes, mostly a dystopian cyberpunk setting, supernatural, paranormal activity, dark.

⟳ chapter 1: the unknown society

⟳ chapter 2: fucked

➝ thoughts (sexual, fluffy, random)

➝ one shots (fluff, smut, angst, etc)

➝ upcoming pieces

➝ upcoming pieces pt. 2

soloists (female)

┗ bibi

┗ to be determined.

[princejiu]

Blue Heart | Yu Jimin

Match : Aespa Karina x 7th!(G)-idle reader

Disclaimer : Even though this is a Karinaxfem!reader. I feel like there's minimum KarYn interaction, but I am planning to have a part two to this, and there will be more in the next one. This was just a way to introduce the plot. Also, Soojin is here because 0t6.

Summary: Karina becomes your knight in shining armor, protecting you from a single chili pepper

"Yah! Don't touch her!"

The loud groan that emerged from your throat gained sympathizers from nearly everyone in the room. Long arms that were once wrapped around you were suddenly replaced with short ones, and your body was forcibly pulled to the opposite direction, colliding with a smaller figure.

"Yah! Don't be so greedy!"

Before you knew it, it became a tug-a-war with you, unfortunately, being in the middle. Now, you weren't ungrateful for your members. In fact, you loved them to death, but there are times where they won't let you breathe. Not even for a moment, especially Shuhua and Yuqi, oh, how they loved to mess with you. But, surprisingly, but also unsurprisingly, it wasn't the usual pair this time. No, instead, it's Miyeon and Shuhua.

Shuhua is the main reason as to why you're in the position you are in, in the first place, but she begs to differ. On Shuhua's terms, Miyeon shouldn't have a peaceful day without her wrecking it in some type of way. And the second, she spotted Miyeon getting too comfortable on your lap she knew she had to do something about it.

Don't get Shuhua wrong. She wasn't jealous, far from it, actually. Even though, you're her second favorite unnie, Minnie being first (Soojin not be counted as an unnie considered Shuhua rather call Soojin, her wife), because the main vocalist willingly hands over her card to Shuhua whenever the younger asks for it. But, in her eyes, Shuhua refused to let Miyeon have the time of day to enjoy life, and if that means roughly pulling you away from Miyeon's personal space, then so be it.

You call for your saving grace, the only person that can reel in the menace that is Yeh Shuhua, "Soojin unnie, please, help me." Soojin internally debated. She wanted to help you, but at the same time, that would mean that she would be the sole focus of Shuhua. Right now, it was her time to get a little bit of peace the morning was filled with Yuqi and Shuhua arguing on who gets to sit next to Soojin in the car.

The result of that car ride being that the both of them sat in the back next to each other, far from Soojin.

"Yeh Shuhua, leave them be." To think that Soojin's little voice wouldn't reach Shuhua's ears due to the amount of yelling that was going on between the youngest and oldest nonetheless Shuhua snaps her head towards Soojin, immediately letting go of her hold on you which then led you and Miyeon tumbling to the floor.

Shuhua, on the other hand, happily skips to Soojin, "Yes, my love." Completely ignoring the fact that she causes a bit of havoc to the two peaceful people that were minding their own business. You glared at the younger while Miyeon, bless her heart, tried to make the best of the situation, and cuddle into you. Entirely used to Shuhua being a menace towards her. A smile graced her lips while a scowl graced yours.

Minnie, being the sweetheart she is, held her hand out for you to take, helping you up with ease. You helped Miyeon up right after, instead of clinging to you. Minnie, sadly, placed herself in the eyes of Cho Miyeon and became her next victim.

Purposely ignoring Minnie's pleading gaze, you set yourself back onto the sofa in the waiting room next to a sleeping Soyeon. Yuqi and Soojin were still getting tended to by the make-up artists, though it seems as if Yuqi's getting pumbled with the beauty blender. Shuhua took the time to admire the love of her life, giving compliments every two minutes, taking a minute in between each compliment to come up with a better one.

Minnie struggled with Miyeon, but her short prayers were answered soon enough because a staff member came in to inform the group of their needed presence in the studio in a few minutes. Each member took the time to prepare themselves for the camera as you gently woke up Soyeon before checking for any touch-ups yourself.

When everything was done, you quickly followed behind your members. You've done variety shows mainly with your members, it was utterly rare for you to be sent out on your own, you hardly spoke so the company didn't see the need to put you on schedules that required you to speak a lot. Due to that, your members are usually the ones to do all the work and keep the entertainment going. You did participate at times, but preferred to sit still and be pretty for the camera.

You and your members stood behind the camera, listening to the staff that were giving directions to your group. However, your attention was taken away from the staff when you heard more footsteps coming your way. Imagine your surprise when you saw four beautiful idols coming your way and as they got closer. You recognized them instantly.

Aespa.

You weren't aware of them also attending this episode. You turned to Soyeon, confused. "Are we collabing with Aespa for this episode?" Soyeon answered with the nod of her head, bowing and greeting the SM artists when they came near. Immediately, you and your other members followed, and bows and greetings were exchanged.

Your eyes met Aespa's leader, and dear God, you hope your heart is strong enough to last the next two hours. The eye staring contest was broken when Yuqi and Ningning practically jumped on each other, squealing. Everyone got to talking while waiting for the director's cue of instructions. You and Soojin were more than content to stay a bit behind and watch from afar.

But, you couldn't help but notice a certain leader sparing you a glance from time to time. Soojin nudged you with her elbow, a tiny smirk played on her lips. You wanted to know if she knew anything you didn't but wasn't able to ask due to a louder voice making their appearance.

"Okay! Aespa, G-idle, stand behind the camera until you're announced!"

Following orders, both groups stood by each other more organized than what it was earlier.

You stood in between Soojin and Minnie, the Thai giving you a comforting smile, being the only one aside from you and Soojin to notice Karina's lingering gaze.

Returning her smile, you set your focus onto the hosts in front of you. Former Lovelyz Member and now Soloist, Lee Mijoo, and your company senior, BTOB Eunkwang. The newest hosts of Weekly Idol. You and your members waved to them, being great friends with both idols.

"Everyone quiet on set! In 3, 2, 1!"

An hour had passed and were now moving onto the next segment of the show, after playing a game similar to your group's comeback, QueenCard, Eunkwang began explained a new game to promote Aespa's new comeback.

It was a game where two teams which basically was SM vs. Cube had to name a movie that contained the trope given by the hosts. If not, then the punishment consists of eating a red chili pepper. To be honest, you knew that you were gonna suck at the game. All you watched were animation. You were more of a Pixar, Disney kind of girl, so what the hosts were asking for was way past your knowledge.

And to know ahead of time that you're gonna fail and would have to shove a chili pepper down your throat made you feel uneasy. You made it your mission to go unnoticed. You hid behind Minnie, her height would make it easier for your smaller frame to be concealed.

Though, with this game Aespa had a disadvantage of four members instead of seven. To make it fair, you, Soojin, and Soyeon sat this game out. That meant that you didn't have to worry about the risk to eat the spicy fruit for now. It wasn't until Yuqi kept losing, where she had to switch out, and unfortunately, you were chosen to take her place.

You stood between Shuhua and Miyeon with Minnie being on the other side of Shuhua. You picked at your nails, internally cursing Yuqi, she knew how bad your spice tolerance is but at the same time you didn't blame her. If it wasn't you, it was Soyeon or Soojin, and Yuqi knew damn well that they would personally kill her for choosing them to replace her.

Aespa was in the lead at the moment, answering most of the questions right. Only Giselle and Winter had to take a bite of the pepper, but that was it on their part. For your team, Yuqi had to quit after eating two peppers, Miyeon had one but was still standing strong.

You paid close attention to the game. Even if you didn't know most of the answer, it didn't mean you couldn't try. The next trope was love at first sight, instantly, Karina raised her hand, "Karina!" Once Mijoo gave her the approval, the leader answered quickly, "Descendants of The Sun."

Your team was given a chance to answer, and thankfully, Shuhua gave one, a Chinese movie, but it still counted as Yuqi and Ningning back her up despite not being on the same team. It went back and forth until someone got one wrong. Everyone was doing so well that embarrassment began to course through your body.

But, your members had your back and answered for you, but someone started to notice how you didn't speak during the entire game. "Wait a minute." Eunkwang stopped the game and then looked directly at you. "Y/n, you haven't answered any questions yet."

Doing what you do best in every situation when you get called out, you begin to gaslight. "Yes, I have." Eunkwang scoffed a laugh, "I haven't heard you at all since we started."

"Maybe your ears are strained."

Laughter rung through your ears. It wasn't every day a junior commented on her senior's growing age. Even Eunkwang couldn't stop the smile growing on his lips despite being the target. "Yah! You little-" Mijoo managed to reel in her co-host and continue the show, "Y/n, if you manage to give us a movie with a love at first sight trope then you won't have to take a bite of the red pepper."

You were hesitant, but either or you knew that you would have to eat the chili pepper, so you just blurted, "Aladdin!" Seems like you were a real comedian that day, cause the studio continue to be filled with laughter, "Wrong!"

Your members, aside from Soojin, began to defend your answer against Eunkwang. You weren't totally wrong, but they were looking for more of a realistic movie. "Be more specific next time!" Yuqi yelled, taking her seat after jumping up to come to your defense.

The hosts placed a faux sympathy card, "Sadly for you, Y/n. You have to eat pepper." Sulking at Mijoo's words, uncaring for the eyes that settled upon you, "Why!?" Although, the answer was obvious, you refused. Shuhua, on the other hand, just wanted to get it over with. She grabbed your hand and tugged you towards the plate of chili peppers.

She was literally about to shove it down your throat when a voice stopped her, "I'll do it for her." Heads snapped towards the group besides your own, though eyes landed on the blonde.

Mijoo made sure she heard correctly by asking what Karina had said, "I'll eat the pepper if Y/n-sshi doesn't want to." Karina looked so confident, she sent you a bright smile when you made eye contact with her, damn, the universe really wanted you to die right then and there.

Shuhua slowly let you go as Karina walked closer, even her members looked flabbergasted by her actions. As she got closer, you began to feel more nervous, "Its okay, you really don't have to. I'll have Yuqi unnie eat it for me." In the background, you can hear Yuqi cursing you.

"I'm fine. I like spice, plus it helps me promote my album even more, no? Think about it, Aespa Karina saves G-idle Y/n from hot peppers. I would love to see both our names in the same headline."

The wink combined with the whispers were not doing any good for your heart. You thanked her for her sacrifice. Karina took a bite of the chili pepper as if it were nothing. You stared at her, jaw dropped, "Are you okay?" Though, Karina sent you a smile to reassure you that she was fine, inside she was trying to prevent a cough from coming up. That pepper was unnecessarily dry

You and Karina, including Shuhua, were sent back to your original spots, but now it was you that kept glancing towards Karina's direction. Time flew by, and now it was time to go home. You and your members thanked the staff, hosts, and Aespa before taking your leave.

"Wait! Y/n-sshi!"

Turning around, you see Karina heading your way. You quickly turned back to your members and let them know to go on without you. Returning your attention to the 00' liner once she was right in front of you, "Yes?" Karina reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, "Can I get your number? I was hoping to spend more time with you outside of work."

She had an obvious nervous smile, but luckily for the both of you, you thought it was adorable. "Sure, why not. I would love to have your company around more often, Karina-sshi." Karina, hand you her phone, and typed in your number. Once you were done, you handed the phone back, "Bye, Karina-sshi. Talk to you later."

Giving her one last smile, you took your leave before your members could leave you completely behind. Karina waved to your distant figure. Why did you have to be so beautiful even if it was you walking away from her. She took a little glance at her phone, and a certain contact name had caught her eye.

" Darling💙"

[fillinforlater]

Could u do a quickie with minju with glasses and thighs

Phone: Return of the Angel +1

Male Reader x Kim Minju x Yeh Shuhua

Length: 2055 words

Tags: THIGHS, thigh fucking, thigh riding, cumming on thighs, also blowjob, cunnilingus, squirting, finger fucking, threesome, game, competition, horny!Minju / rival/Shuhua

TW: UNEDITED QUICKIE

Inspiration: the request PLUS an @friskyriskywhisky​ ask. The source of all hooni lmao

(A/N: Phone being revived and I have more ideas for it planned. But first of, enjoy this thigh goodness!)

>@you, better be ready! I have company ;)< Sent by Angel

You didn’t know when she would strike, how she would do it and most importantly, who she would bring along, so you were on your toes. The message popped up shortly after you left Honey Julia’s house, who’s bratty act was actually nothing but a facade, a character she liked to play. After your sessions she was very sweet and offered you to stay the night, but a suspicion, a feeling urged you to decline her offer. However, you will definitely visit her again one day.

It’s been a couple of hours since Minju sent the message. The sun is already setting, a cold breeze softly hushes through the streets and everything seems so peaceful and calm. You know this is the case now, but as soon as someone knocks on the door, it won’t be quiet for the entire night. Luckily, it won’t annoy anyone and you still have a couple of days of vacation left, so it’s going to be fine—

“Hello~ Minju is back~!”

She didn’t knock. She walked straight through the door, probably expecting that you would have unlocked it beforehand. Unlike last time, a pair of glasses lay on her small nose and bring out a new side to her gorgeous face. Most of her body is once again covered by the black overcoat you saw on her first trip to your house. The only part that is visible are her long, smooth-looking legs and high-heels you would only ever see on a prostitute. Wait, is she never cold?

“My God! Didn’t your parents teach you how to knock?”

“Sorry, Daddy, “ Minju gasps out her apology in between deep, rapid breaths, “but Minju needs you right now.”

“You needy little thing,” you sigh in played annoyance. Suddenly, footsteps make you refocus your horny brain from Minju to someone else. Unlike the slutty Angel, they walk in with slow, confident steps in rather quiet sneakers instead of clicking heels.

“It’s different from what you’re thinking.”

Her voice is seductive. Her dark hair is wavy. Her skirt is short. Very short. Underneath them two massive thighs protrude and their firm looking skin makes your mouth water. Her focused and fierce gaze rests on you as you inspect her delicious body, not daring to complain about her intrusion. A stranger she may be, but she is a very hot one.

“We need your opinion,” she starts and Minju interrupts her hastily.

“You need to decide whose thighs are better: Minju’s or Shuhua’s,” the horny Angel says, before pressing her palms on your chest and pushing you down onto the nearby couch. As you fall into the cushions of the warm, black fabric, Minju removes the warm, black fabric that is her overcoat and lets it drop to the floor. 

Given what you know about Minju, it shouldn’t have shocked you as much as it did, but when she straddles you, you not only see but also feel that she was only wearing an oversized T-shirt underneath. Her wet lips rest right above the zipper of your dark jeans that struggle to keep your erection from bursting out.

“Uhm, s-sure. Just close the damn door. It’s freezing outside,” you groan as Minju fidgets with the hem of your pants for a second. In her position it’s almost impossible to get you undressed, so you decide to help her out. Gently, you grab her sides and try to move next to you onto the couch. She resists.

“No, please, Minju wants to go first!”

“You can go first, dummy, but if you sit like this, they will never come off.”

“Hmph, fine.”

You stand up and get ready to pull down both jeans and boxers, but Minju is faster. The second she has forced the garments around your ankles, her lips are around your cock and she takes in your entire length in one go. You shout out your blissful arousal with quick curses. Before you completely succumb to the feeling of Minju’s deepthroating skill and the sound of her gags, Shuhua rushes back from closing the door.

“Yah! Minju, you idiot! We had a competition, you cock hungry whore!”

“Hm, right,” Minju mumbles, your tip still on her tongue. Once again, she pushes you into the couch and gets in position. This time, nothing is in the way of your manhood and her glistening pussy and voluptuous thighs. After a bit of shuffling and adjusting, Minju sits on your crotch sideways, your cock in her perfect gap. 

“Okay! Minju is ready~” the girl shouts out in lewd delight and Shuhua nods.

“Good. You got five minutes to pleasure him with your thighs only, then it’s my turn. Whoever makes him cum wins. Ready, set, go!”

The few seconds you were allowed to savor the hot, motionless feeling around your cock is gone with the end of the countdown. Minju goes all in from the start to create friction in the tight opening right in front of her pussy. Its juices provide enough lubrication for her to easily go up and down your shaft. She wouldn’t be the horny Angel however without an extra trick up her sleeve.

With each stroke, she flexes and relaxes her thighs. Pressure all around your throbbing cock becomes suffocating at quick intervals and you can’t help but groan at the tightness. Minju’s rapid, mindless jumps cause her to not only release those girly, cock-hungry moans you already are familiar with, but also more of her juices. She goes faster and faster.

"Fuck," you groan and reach for her hips to make her slow down. If you come in the next few minutes, this won't even be a competition and all the fun would be over, so it is in your interest to hinder her enthusiasm. Although Minju fights it, you can decrease her pace. She is not happy about it and let's you know.

"No, Daddy! Minju wants to cum, Minju needs to cum!"

"What a slut," Shuhua groans under her breath and sits down next to you on the couch. Her soft hands reach for yours and your hold on Minju's wide hips is loosened.

"Let her go. I want to see more of this."

Your brief confusion leads to Minju immediately seizing the opportunity to go all out. She leans forward to kiss Shuhua's lips or cheek or somewhere on her gorgeous face, but she backs off. Minju whimpers and puckers her lips for kisses that are out of reach.

"No-oh," Shuhua says in a mocking tone and pushes Minju away at her forehead, "focus, or you will lose, pretty bitch."

At this point, Minju is actually about to win. The sight before you and her never constantly constraining thighs make your head throw back on it's own. You need to direct your gaze up to the ceiling, the boring, dirty white ceiling to not cum to the sensation of Minju's thrilling, smooth pale skin.

Suddenly, Minju adjusts herself and you feel your dick rub next to her clit and up to her shaven pelvis. The sensation might not be as pleasurable as before because her thighs don’t create the same friction, but you understand why she did this. The stimulation on her hard nub makes her climax and squirt hot juices all over your cock. The girl cum runs down your shaft and thoroughly covers your balls and the couch. 

“You’re so selfish!” Shuhua complains. You catch a mischievous glimpse in her eyes from the corner of yours while your main focus is on a screaming and moaning Minju enjoying her orgasm in rapid twitches. She gets interrupted by a sudden thud.

“My turn,” claims Shuhua, and like a Rugby Pro, she tackles Minju off of your lap and onto the cushions. It’s either a perfect calculation or a downright miracle that your hard member escaped unscaved, still you release a surprised yelp.

You a frozen in shock for a second or two, however long it takes for Shuhua to remove her drenched panties and take her approach on a thigh fuck. She is face down, in almost a right angle on your lap and her ass is right at your crotch. A few adjustments later, the pre-cum leaking tip of your cock protrudes from her thigh gap. 

“Fuck,” you groan ou through gritted teeth as Shuhua begins to sway her hips slowly side to side to massage your dick. Unlike Minju, she isn’t rash and uncontrollable or constantly flexes her pronounced muscles, instead she uses all the liquids on your cock (and her own) to make each movement go smoothly. 

Comparing their thighs is like comparing their styles: impossible. There are things to like about both and you could not imagine preferring only one for a long stretch of time. Minju’s enthusiasm, constant lubrication and mind-numbing moans are good for some days and Shuhua’s carefulness, natural tightness and soothing mewls are for the other days. 

It’s again time for you to look away from the action between your legs. Shuhua’s tiny skirt is already (intentionally, of course) bunched up around her waist and her round ass-cheeks need to be squeezed. It must not be part of your judgment, all that should count is the sensation of her thighs. 

You direct your eyes to the right, where Shuhua’s head rests right next to Minju’s spread legs. The girl in glasses has her T-shirt bunched up (intentionally, of course) above her breasts and plays with her own nipples, while the black haired girl uses tongue and finger to tease Minju’s clit.

“Shuhua, d-damn,” you groan, “you are so good at this, fuck.”

“Are you about to cum?” she says in a serious tone while huffing hot air on Minju’s glistening heat. 

“No,” you two moan in unison.

“Then I’ll change that.”

A burst of speed in her thigh-cock-massage and rubs over Minju’s slick labia are Shuhua’s first step at achieving her goal, but she is definitely not done yet. The moment she thrusts two fingers into her friend’s squeezing pussy, she begins to thrust her hips up and down on your lap. The thigh fuck is even faster than Minju’s and a sight to behold. How her voluptuous ass crashes down and the way all of her curvy goodness wiggles and ripples is not only a sight to behold, but also incredibly loud.

The only thing louder is Minju. Her screams could drown out a nearby fighter jet. Shuhua probably knows all her spots and fingers them violently, not caring if she overstimulates the brunette. Her thumb swipes over the hard clit and you can see in Minju’s teary eyes that she is about to climax again and again. 

The same goes for your cock. The tip peeks out repeatedly and it looks like it’s about to combust, burst, explode and all your efforts of holding back are just a pain. Sometimes you have to surrender. 

“Fuck, Shuhua, d-don’t stop!”

“Cum already! You’re dick is so hot, I want it to spray my ass.”

Shuhua becomes rougher to the point where you and the angel immediately collapse. Your seed gets fucked out in ropes that either shoot in the air and cover Shuhua’s ass from the top or it creams in between and all over her thighs. 

It is somewhat comparable to Minju. Shuhua finger fucks every last drop of squirt out of the breathless, convulsing girl. The juices cover herself, the couch, Shuhua’s face and digits. She dives into lick it all up and makes Minju whine with an eager tongue on her sensitive entrance. 

Deep breaths fill the room. No one is really moving or making an attempt to clean up. It’s a mess and you feel the urge to complain. The couch was only a year old and now it’s probably ruined, unusable. However, the hypocrisy of your own actions—after all, you did not make an effort to change the setting of your fucking—is so obvious, even your mushy mind can understand it. 

“So,” you say, looking at Shuhua, rather trying to look at her and not at the shaven cunt right next to her face, “what is the punishment?”

“Punishment?”

“Of losing the game, dummy.”

“Oh right,” Shuhua smirks in a unique playful yet devilish way, “the game.”

(A/N2: Fuck, this woman-)

[soyeonsbabygirl]

Can you pleaseee do (g)i-dle reactions to y/n giving lap dance to other member??? Like what would they do, gice her a punishment or just fuck her until she can't walk anymore??

Ask and you shall eventually receive dear anon.✌️

1. Jeon Soyeon

She definitely was shooting hard glares at you as your hips moved sensually on Yuqi’s lap. She watched as Yuqi’s hands held your hips guiding them.

Now here you were. On the bed face buried in a pillow as she roughly fucked you from behind with her strap.

Usually you loved this because she would make you orgasm again and again, but Soyeon caught on to that. As much as she loved watching you orgasm again and again, she decided to punish you a…different way.

Every time she felt as if you were getting close to your orgasm or were on the brink of cumming. She would pull out immediately listening and smirking at your whines and please. She would move to her fingers, tongue, and then eventually back to her strap.

Each time you were close to finishing she’d pull out. You were crying and begging at this point, only wanting to cum.

Eventually she decided to let you cum, and when you did you let out a chorus of broken moans and sobs muttering multiple thank yous.

2. Cho Miyeon

Miyeon doesn’t even hide her jealousy. You were sitting there on Minnie’s lap grinding your hips against hers as Minnie watched you with a smile.

Miyeon knew you were doing it to make her jealous but she knew just how she would punish you.

You were sitting on the bed made to watch her fingers go in out of her as you whined wanting desperately to touch her.

You loved all the sounds she was making but you were getting frustrated as you rubbed your thighs together.

She threw her head back as she felt her approaching orgasm. Her fingers going faster , pretty moans falling from her lip.

Every time you reached out to even try and touch her she’d swat your hand or push you off her.

You whined and whimpered pathetically as you watched her pleasure herself moaning your name.

With a final moan her orgasm hit her like a wave. Her juices coating her fingers as tears of frustration welled in your eyes. You looked at her practically begging for her to let you touch her gorgeous body.

Miyeon smirked as she began again. Still not allowing you to touch her.

3. Kim Minnie / Nicha Yontarak

Jealousy burned in her eyes as she watched how your hips moved against Miyeon’s as you gave her a lap dance. Her fists were clenched as her nails dug into her palms.

She didn’t care if it was just to make her jealous, she was gonna make you pay for it.

You were on the bed whimpering and whining with a book in front of you legs spread wide as you were basically put on display for anyone who were to walk in.

Minnie was in between your legs as she held a vibrator to your clit looking at you.

“Don’t mess up. Try again.”

She turned up the setting on the vibrator making you moan as you tried to restart the page you were reading.

Every time you stuttered in the middle of reading the book she would u turn the vibrator another setting, if she thought you were about to cum she would remove the vibrator slapping your clit.

You moaned again as she turned it up another setting. You were begging her to let you cum but she shook her head slapping your clit.

Her face went close to your ear making you whine as you felt her warm breath against your ear.

“Read the fucking book.”

4. Seo Soojin

Soojin didn’t know what was worse.

You giving Shuhua a lap dance I front of her on stage or you glancing at her as you would place kisses to shuhua’s cheeks.

She wasn’t even hiding her jealousy as she couldn’t wait til she could have you alone.

She watched as you talked to NEVERLAND on Vlive. Only showing your face and not your lower half as you laid in bed.

She was currently in between your legs sucking and licking on your clit as you tried your best to talk to your fans without moaning.

Anytime you would stutter or stop talking she’d harshly flick your clit or slap your thigh, making you bite your lip.

She held your legs open not allowing you to close them as she her tongue went faster going in and out of you.

She looked up at your face as you smiled talking to your fans answering the comments.

Your vision began to blur as you felt your orgasm coming close. She pulled away not wanting you to cum yet as she replaced her tongue with her fingers.

If you wanted to be a slut in front of everyone she was only gonna let you orgasm on her accord.

It is fair after all ;)

5. Song Yuqi

Yuqi hated watching you give Soyeon a lap dance. The way you effortlessly grinded your hips against her made her want to scream.

She was smiling on the outside but on the inside she already knew what she was gonna do.

Yuqi was making you pleasure yourself with your own fingers as she watched.

You whined as you me frustration grew. She knew you couldn’t make yourself cum without her help which is she refused to help you only watching with a smirk.

Despite your whines and pleas for her to please help you she shook her head smirking.

“You were such a white for Soyeon earlier. Why don’t you be a whore now and make yourself cum.”

Tears of frustration streamed down your face as you could feel your orgasm approaching but it wasn’t gonna happen.

Not without Yuqi. Who had no plans of letting you cum til she said so.

6. Yeh Shuhua

To say she was mad and jealous was understatement.

Soojin held your hips as you moved them against hers slowly and seductively.

She wanted to rip you off of her but she let you continue glaring at the 2 of you the whole time.

Now here she was, refusing to do any work as she made you pleasure her.

She knew how much you loved when she moaned no doubt your panties were soaked, your pussy aching for her. She didn’t care.

If you were gonna be a slut she might as well make you pleasure her right?

She held your head in place burying your face in her cunt as she moved her hips against your tongue as she cried out.

When she orgasmed making you swallow all her cum she looked at you. Your lips were glistening from yet another one of her orgasms from the night.

You desperately wanted her to pleasure you but she smirked as she spread her legs even more making you finger her as she watched you whimper while she degraded you.

[tzuyusluv]

❥ Soft Things (G)I-DLE Does

Miyeon

• Calls you prince(ss)/royalty to her Princess Miyeon

• Visiting her on her sets and her giving you the biggest hugs

Minnie

• Sings to you when you can’t sleep

• Stares at you adoringly with a smile on her face

Soyeon

• Lets you into her studio when she’s creating the next comeback

• Sometimes, she might take one of your ideas and make it into a concept

Yuqi

• Sometimes she’ll give you a foot massage

• Doing funny impressions with her deep voice to make you laugh

Shuhua

• Teaches you her culture while learning about yours

• Calling you her last love because she wants to stay with you forever <3

[shuhua-cb]

Shuhua sits down at home, phone in hand as she finishes replying to the wishes sent her way. She has her cake slice neatly placed on the coffee table, favorite drink to the side as she takes a picture of the set up to send her manager with a cute emoticon to make her smile.

Sighing in content as the sweet scent fills her home, the girl lays back on the couch. With a blanket and her current show playing in the background, she lits up the small candle the shop offered her.

"Happy birthday to me~."

Ah, what a perfect way to spend her special day.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❀・ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

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[knightyoomyoui]

(G)I-DLE Miyeon x M & F Reader - “The Woman Of My Dreams”

One of my longest one-shots ever made with 10,700+ word count! Enjoy... reading, I guess? Hehe...

The weekend is about to end tomorrow, but that won't stop you from continuously spending all of the free time you have with whatever you want to do that would provide you entertainment or relaxation.

One of them is to play video games on his desktop computer. Currently, your cousins have offered you an invitation, which you eagerly accepted.

The longing and anticipation to interact with them, at least for today, is what compelled you to join them.

Sitting on his comfortable gaming chair, he focusedly monitored his movements on Valorant, the game that he's playing, underlying on the instincts and strategized aspect that would be handy on securing a victory for their group.

"There's the one, it's heading to B guys."

One of your male cousins spoke to the mic. You are the only one left on your squad, while the opposite still has two more left.

You traveled around on the paths that would lead you to Base B, but as you were about to arrive there, you were met by an update saying that the team had already done the most crucial part of the gameplay.

"They planted the spike now. Be careful, YN."

You slowly checked if there may be traces found that will got them obvious of guarding the spike. Having nothing, you began to formulate a plan on how you will infiltrate the base without getting killed.

You still do believe that they're inside and they're just really good at hiding.

"Damn it, I'm taking the risk now guys." You breathed deeply for a few seconds before you executed the action, invading the base with 15 seconds remaining before the rounds ends.

Looking back and forth, YN then heard footsteps right away. He/she saw the enemy hiding near the crates, and killed it with a sniper.

"Go, YN! Cmon hurry!"

You were startled when you noticed that a damage took hit by your character Phoenix after getting slightly shot on the back.

9 seconds remaining.

Holding the keys and some quick shifts of the mouse, you rotated Phoenix quickly and aimed it at the last one before firing a shotgun at the player.

All wiped out, the cousins elicited a mix of joy and panic as they simulteanously shouted for you to disattach the spike.

Thankfully, it was 1 second left where you successfully did it. You won the game and all of you celebrated while sending their praises for YN's smart play.

"Nice game, YN. That was very close."

"Yeah, I actually thought I wouldn't make it." you chuckled.

"Nice clutch. The luck was on us, so let's just be grateful with it."

All of you agreed with it. Back at the lobby, you decided to fix your settings for a bit while waiting for them since there's one of them haven't pressed the ready button yet.

Chatting along with them about some randomized topics, your cousin returned and spoke on the mic to alert the rest.

"Sorry guys, just did a bathroom break. We can go-"

"Loveee, do you want some sandwiches?", a certain feminine person spoke in the background which could be clearly heard by all of you who are now smirking and having teaseful faces.

"Wait, what?"

"Sandwiches. I made some for us."

"Woah really?"

"Mmmhhmm go get some."

It was a brief silence for a while before that woman unexpectedly spoke for all of you.

"Oh, I'm sorry guys. I know you are playing with Beomgyu here. I didn't mean to interrupt of whatsoever."

"No, it's okay Shuhua. We get it." Taehyun said, who is one of your male cousins you are currently playing with.

"Hi, Shuhua!" you and Minnie who is your other cousin greeted.

"Hey guys!"

"Apology accepted only if you make us some sandwiches too next time we meet, okay?"

"Oh you guys." Shuhua laughed. "Come here anytime you guys want, that's a note taken."

"Thanks for this, love. It was so good."

You were listening to their conversation and couldn't help but alter your emotions in order to feel less happy of hearing the sweet sentiments they exchanged with one another.

You became curious again about what it truly feels like to be in your cousin's position and have a loving girlfriend accompany you with anything you may want to receive that would probably satisfy your needs and desires.

You couldn't help but be little envious of your cousin for already dating someone great. Knowing the issues you're facing, it appears that some fixation is still needed for you to become like him. Nevertheless, you still wanted to become like him one day.

"Glad you liked it. I'm going back there, continue playing with your cousins. Love you!"

"Thanks again for this, love you too!"

A sound of a door shutting close was heard. you closed the loadout and stopped your thoughts about that to focus back in the game.

"Damnit, Beomgyu. What's with the sudden slap of reality that we wouldn't be that lucky as you." Kai said, earning a hilarious response from the rest.

"It wasn't intentional, okay? And cmon guys, just find somebody around. Who knows, maybe you guys can be as blessed as I am now too. I don't want to be the only one left being like this from all of us, ya know." Beomgyu advised.

You wondered about that. It's not as easy as it looks, especially for a guy/girl like you who not a social person.

After another hour of playing with them, you cut off the call and ended the game. Thinking of wanting to get some rest, you head to the bedroom and slumped your body on the bed lazily, where you slowly fell asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Why are you crying? Tell me, please."

"You keep on ignoring me these past few days like I've done something wrong that I don't even recall doing one. Did I really do one?"

"N-No, you don't okay? I-"

"Then what is it? Everytime I see you away I can tell that there's something wrong. You don't even lay an eye on me if you wanted to or speak fluently if I try you to. Do you hate me now, YN?"

"Please, don't say it like that."

"You're making me feel lonely, YN. When I made myself to be youf friend, I thought that we would be nothing but happy with everything. But now, it feels like there's something changing again and I'm confused what to do to keep you from me. Are you gonna leave me, YN?"

"N-No, I don't! Please, listen to me-"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"WAAAAAHHH HUH... HAAGGHH... HA..."

You sprung your eyes up in a state of shock and petrified as you rose your body from the bed.

Looking around the room and at your clock, you noticed that it was still 2 o'clock early in the morning. The sky is still dark, with moonlight shining through the posts on the streets, illuminating your window.

For the nth time, you had this dream again of being with somebody you didn't even know or couldn't even identify. But judging by her appearance, she looks like a girl. She wears this dress that has different colors in every dream you have with her.

Everything is describable except for her face. Imagine it being blocked by strong sunlight. It was blank, but you knew that you had to do something to fill it up and reveal the answer.

The question though, is... how?

Anyway, you still feel sleepy, so you don't mind it that much for now. You considered it just one of your strange nights that bothered you. Returning back to your bed, you closed your eyes and proceeded with your peaceful slumber to doze off into the remaining hours ahead.

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You went to school without much help again with your parents, with your mom and dad both away from work. This is where you mostly learn how to be dependable to yourself and mature in your actions and mindset to support yourself on your own.

Fortunately, you have your grandmother with you, but as a request, you didn't want her to assist you too much because you feel like you will never learn how to stand up for yourself.

Additionally, you didn't want her to be disturbed or get tired just to do things for you that you could even do easily by yourself.

Despite the hesitation, she just agreed and didn't take it with hard feelings. She understood that you just wanted to be thoughtful of hers, so the only thing she can repay you for is to do the same for you as she monitors you around silently, just in case you struggled and there you will finally need some for her to do.

Back at the scene, you went to class early since it's Monday and there's a flag ceremony being held whenever it's the start of the school week again.

After that, you endured lengthy lectures from every professor about your three different subjects slated for the first half of your class schedule. The bell rang just in time for the instructor to distribute the required assignment.

Bringing your own lunch box to avoid spending most of your money, especially when you are saving up to buy a precious thing, you looked for a vacant spot and sat there.

As usual, you were all alone, just like you wanted, so you opened up your lunch box and prayed before scooping a spoonful and having your first munch.

While you were eating silently as you disregarded the numerous people in the same room as yours, you became oblivious enough not to be aware of this random girl suddenly appearing in front of you.

"That's a nice looking cooked lunch you have there." A girly voice spoke near at you. You paused your hand in mid-air when you heard that.

Looking upwards, you met a figure of a random schoolgirl with her tray filled with her orders being holded in her hands. "Uhh, I'm sorry?"

"Chicken nuggets with bacon and egg, that's a must win for sure!" The girl lets out one of the cheerful and mellow giggle you've ever heard in your entire life, but you didn't made it obvious because you still are trying to figure this out:

"May I know your concern why did you appear in my spot?"

"Correction: OUR spot." The girl placed her tray on the table and sat on the empty chair in front of you.

"What the- hey!"

"Thanks for the seat!"

Your face crumpled in confusion at the guts of this girl to just came up with her own doing without permission of somebody else. "Miss, I didn't even allowed you to seat with me. Leave."

"Aww that's sad of you, but don't you ever get bored of being alone?" The girl frowned. You look at her closely now that she's very near in front of you. Awe-struck and dumbfounded, you recognized this girl's beauty and adorable features.

She has pearly white skin, her cheeks are pinkish enough to be misintepreted that she always blushes at certain reasons, her black long hair organized neatly and that shiny smile she has displayed over you.

"I'm not. I've been doing this for a long time now and I got pretty used to it."

"Yeah, I know. I've been seeing you here every week, nothing but yourself eating on your own. I could tell that exactly that you ain't bothered anymore of being alone." The girl replied. You were quite surprised that she's already noticing you every day. It didn't crossed your mind that other would care about it as less as you do.

"You do?"

"Mmhmmm. I'm not being a stalker or what, huh! Just look around, you're the only one who doesn't have any classmates to eat with. I mean... no offense but, why didn't you just eat at the classroom?"

"My classmates always steal my food from me." You answered. "And my patience is thin so... I found the perfect place for me not to get interrupted."

"Ohhh... but still it doesn't look right that you are different than every one here." The girl began to take out the orders laid on the tray.

"I'm sorry, miss. I barely even know you, why does it bother you that much?"

"Because...

.... I want to be your friend."

"What?"

"You heard me." The girl smugged. "I've been wanting to do this but now that I've seeing you frequently without having change was enough for me to do it so... I took the move now then."

"Sorry, miss. I appreciate the concern but I'm truly fine, really. You can have some other students there as your friend. They'll need it more." You said with a forced apologetic smile as you start comsuming the last remaining portions you have in your plate. "Please, leave."

"Oh... okay then. If that's what you want." The girl pouted and brought her orders back on the tray and she stands up on her seat. "I didn't meant to be rude but... hey, my names Miyeon. How about you?"

"I won't gonna tell, please just go away." You avoided her look as you continued to focus on your food.

"Fine. I might failed today but I'm getting it soon anyway." The girl whose name is Miyeon shrugged. "But take this as my word, mister. I won't going to stop! As much as you like or not, Cho Miyeon is going to be your friend from now on!"

She raised her fist to the sky and left joyfully, returning to her original position. You were left gawking and furrowing your eyebrows as you were astonished at how authoritarian this Miyeon is.

You may be skilled at pretending, but you couldn't lie deep within yourself that Miyeon successfully had you built a fascination for her.

The bell chimes again to signify that class resumes. Recess is over, so you left your spot and walked through the hallway. You noticed that Miyeon speedily walked ahead of you, watching her skip and hum softly as she entered her classroom. You realized that hers was just next to you.

When the class ended, it was bad timing that the heavy rainfall advisory that was announced earlier in the news arrived at noontime. You forgot to bring an umbrella, so you cursed under your breath and defeatedly watched the other students freely escape the campus with their belongings.

"How am I going to get home early with this? Should I call grandma? Nah... I don't want her to get sick. Ugh, now I'm going to stay here for I don't know how long. I'm pretty tired now; I want to rest already," You muttered to yourself.

As you kept on watching the rain fall hardly to the wet and soaked ground, you were startled when an umbrella opened beside you. You look it up to see who owns that hand that holds it, and to your surprise, it was Miyeon who is smiling again at you just like she did earlier.

"Forgot to bring yours huh."

"W-what are you doing here?"

"Uhh, going home?" Miyeon replied, it sounded sarcastic so you couldn't help but to begun doubting her.

"Are you stalking me, Miyeon?"

"Oooh now calling me with my name huh, that's better." Miyeon giggled. You almost get lost again by that soothing sound. "And what did I say back in the recess, I wasn't intentionally stalking you. It happens that we have this... great timing between us to caught up with one another."

"Ugh, whatever you say." You shook your head.

"Don't believe me? I was just late because I had to help my professor check our tests today. You can ask hin if y-"

"Yeah yeah, alright fine. I believe you now. No need."

"See, that was easy." Miyeon smirked. "Don't try to be arrogant, YN. If that works with others, that won't be the same for me."

"I-I'm not..." you gritted your teeth and grunted. "Argh, you're annoying. I didn't even asked for you to come here, act like my friend and accompany me."

"You sure you don't want to?" Miyeon looked at you before she side-eyed the heavy rain outside while she wiggles her umbrella.

"N-No." You looked away from her.

"Are you sure? Huhhh okay then, I'm going now. I hope you finally get home after 3 hours of waiting, I heard that the rain will s-"

She was about to step on the staircase when you quickly made her halt.

"No, wait! Stop, f-fine! C-can I join you under your umbrella?"

Miyeon grinned and raised it above her head. "There you go. Now get on my side!"

You embarassingly went beside her and tried to adjust your weight at Miyeon's level of holding the umbrella. "I-I just don't have any other choice, okay? Don't take this like I still accept your initiation."

"Yeah yeah whatever you say, YN." Miyeon rolled her eyes and mischieviously smickered at you. "You're welcome, by the way."

You shook your head at her mockery as a payback for what you did to her.

As you and Miyeon started to walk through the middle of the rain, you can feel the coldness through your skins and your socks and shoes getting soaked.

You sensed Miyeon's hand starting to be challenged with the force of the heavy rainfall dripping down to the surface of the umbrella that causes it to be pressed down and sway unsteadily.

You didn't want the girl to bring you both into a much difficult situation by possibly dropping or slipping down the umbrella in her hold that could cause you both getting bathed in the rain so you did what it had to be done and possibly get sick.

You don't want her to be sick and cost her attendance.

"Let me." You patted Miyeon's hand on the handle. She looked upon you as she felt that slight touches of your fingers to her skin.

"I'll be holding it. You can't take this longer. Just... hold on to me if you want, don't stay out and wet yourself from the rain."

Miyeon slowly lends the umbrella to you, listening to your suggestion. Being the one holding it, you strengthened your arm so that it can handle the pressure of the raindrops.

Feeling a bit shy and grateful at the same time, Miyeon slowly moves her hands on the arm you are using and gripped it with just a right tightness.

"Thank you, YN. I didn't know you were this gentleman too, huh."

"Stop teasing me Miyeon. I'm just doing this because I don't want us to get sick because you accidentally let go of the umbrella with your shaky hand." You said while you remain your glance on the direction you both are heading too.

"So, we'll be going to your house first then."

"Ofcourse, you own the umbrella."

"Yay, so I get to see your house also today? Woah, isn't that cool that we just became friends today and now I'm here with you on the way to your place?!"

"Again, I'm not your friend, Miyeon. I'm just letting you do the favor because I needed it."

"Heh. He's still in denial" Miyeon blurted in her mind.

"Sure, YN. You don't really sound exactly like you're approaching a friend for that." Miyeon winked and nuzzled her head at your arm which taken you aback and confusingly get flustered at her action.

All you have to do is sigh and endure this new company you're having with Miyeon.

Despite all of your stubborn remarks that went against Miyeon's desire to be friends with you, those engagement that you did along with her conversations she had with you along your trails beneath the rain that slowly builds the closeness between you and her says otherwise.

Then few days later, you had to finally submit as you admitted to Miyeon that you acknowledge her now as your friend. Your very first official friend around the campus.

She's just too irresistable and "annoying", that's why.

2 MONTHS LATER

Your friendship with Miyeon became broad as it developed over time with your daily interactions with each other. Ever since you finally decided to be her friend, she couldn't leave you alone unattended with her attention.

You could tell it was exaggerated now, but you don't really mind at all at the same time. In fact, she was helping you in some other way. It's not a big deal to you because, at some point, you needed her presence, whether physically or maybe through some social media where you two stay connected with each other.

At least she knows what to do and how to adjust if she observes. If you were in a bad mood, she just let you burst out whatever you wanted to release from this uncomfy feeling that you'd been containing inside of you. Miyeon has become the trustworthy person to whom you can open up about your personal troubles.

If you needed entertainment, she was just right there, all ready to join your fun, whatever you wanted, which was playing video games. It was even better to know that she's a gamer girl and loves anime. Both of you correlate with each other, and that's impressive to think about.

Sometimes, it makes you wonder if meeting someone like her was a coincidence or meant to happen. It was like meeting yourself but in the form of another person, and you can't even describe how compatible you feel because of Miyeon.

With all that, it's safe to say that you've actually grown to like all of these things that you're having with Miyeon. This annoying, playful, bubbly girl who just invaded your space turns out to be a blessing in disguise in your life.

Today was an event currently being held on your campus. This requires all the students to participate, so that being said, it allowed everyone to be free from their class. Technically speaking, it was just like you went to school today only to hang out with your classmates... and of course, that unescapable friend of yours who has been nowhere to be seen for 3 hours now after you last saw each other in the locker area.

"You could've sold some of your collections, man" your classmate named Yeonjun said to your other classmate named Soobin. You three were sitting at the kiosk, doing a multiplayer game for the third and final round.

"I know, but it's hard if I'm not fully decided to do it. I know some were just a waste of space in my room, but at the same time I couldn't let it go because it was too special to me. Those were original qualities, guys" Soobin replied while moving his thumbs around the screen of his phone.

"Man, if only I have that much of a money I would've bought yours right away. Your One Piece figurines were sick man." Yeonjun said. "We're friends anyway, Bin. Can you just give it to me if you al-"

"Hep hep! Nah, that's the line there. Yes, I can borrow it to you though but giving it away... I can't waste that much of a money by just giving it away." Yeonjun declined. "No offense, man."

"It's fine I was just kidding anyways." Soobin rippled his lower lip. You were still listening to their conversation while your concentration remains intact to the game which was effective to bring yourselves into victory.

"Nice one, YN! Good game guys."

"Well that was easy."

"Good thing their team wasn't that skilled, haha." You said before turning off your phone.

"Hey, lets go visit those booths there. I'm getting invested to see what they have in store for the students to buy. Lets go?" Soobin suggested. You and Yeonjun agreed, leaving the kiosk and walking your way towards the open ground in front of the accountancy building.

You've seen the products from those student entrepreneurs that indeed holds up various reasons on why these should be bought and gain and income to this idea they had.

From milkshakes, to old clothes, to jewelries and many more... the students have many to choose.

There were some other booths that only provides entertainment service for students to try, and the example you were seeing at is this booth that gives everyone an opportunity to do a-

"Wedding pictorial?" Yeonjun reads the placard. "So... does this mean-"

"They need two students, one each for boys and girls that can act as two wedding couples for a pictorial."

"Oh I see, so this is simply for students who wants to take a chance to have a pictures with their crushes but in a daring way, huh." You elaborated.

"Like that."

The three of you saw a female student and a male dressed in a tuxedo and a wedding gown with flowers on their hands. They went to a stand that shows a background suited for a wedding.

All of the students cheered and screamed in flattery as they witnessed the two seem to like each other mutually and finally have a picture with each other.

As they were finished, they removed the props, and you followed the sight of the girls, and you figured out that it was one of Miyeon's classmates who was also at the booth with you.

"Both of us had our picture now, come on Miyeon you can't be the only one left behind!" one of her classmates named Soyeon shook her arm.

"B-but I don't have a crush-"

"Then just fake it out and look for somebody! We should all be fair with each other so you better find one for you too, Miyeon."  her other classmate who just previously tried the pictorial named Yuqi insisted.

While there's other students who are having a picture in the booth, that gave Miyeon a few more time to find. Fortunately, as she roamed her eyes, it landed on a perfect option that she had.

Actually, it was pretty stupid that she didn't think of this guy knowing that he's the only boy she's close with.

Miyeon ran and tugged your arm while you are observing the toys displayed from the other booth.

"W-what the- Miyeon?"

"Follow me!"

"Eh? W-where are you taking me you crazy girl! Get your hands away!"

You tried to remove her arm but despite of this girl's thin physique, her grip is actually strong and unescapable.

You concede defeat as she pushed you to the booth where the same wedding concept is being done.

"Oh no." You immediately answered and tried to leave but Miyeon blocked your way.

"Pleaseee~ just one, YN." Miyeon looked up at you and pleaded.

"Miyeon we could have a picture but not in this?!"

"My classmates wants me to try it too, I'm the only one in the group who doesn't have one yet. Can you help me?"

"Miyeon, I said no. Where are they? I'll talk with them."

"Pleaseee, YN? Just once, promise! Let's try this."

"Miyeon, this is just for people who have feeli-"

"Hey, are you two gonna take the turn or what?" One of the student entrepreneurs asked irritably, interrupting your conversation.

"I'll make it up to you, I swear." Miyeon quickly whispered. "For now, let's get married and be my groom."

"Whaaa?"

"We'll take it!" Miyeon yelled and the crowd cheered, including your respective classmates who are very intrigued and supportive with this.

"OOOHHH YES! LET'S GOOO YN!"

"AAAAAAAAA YN?! I KNEW THAT IT'S HIM, MIYEON!"

"Look what you did." You hissed as you dressed yourself up

"Hehe, oops." Miyeon fakely made herself accountable.

You and she walked outside the backroom and stepped out with your props. The photographer directed you both to stick at each other very close and pretend like you two just married each other today.

Miyeon cuddled your arm, and you slowly pressed the side of your head against hers. Everyone was just shrieking and howling in madness at how unaware they were that you both looked incredible together.

You glanced Miyeon aside for a moment, and you saw her large grin on her face and her supple touch on your arms as you viewed her in a wedding-like attire. She was undeniably magnificent and gorgeous. How much more if you saw her up close with you in a real wedding gown, having her married with you?

Your eyes widened and then blinked rapidly as you sweeped away that thought. You began asking yourself mentally why did you even had that kind of idea? She's your friend, damnit. That was a curse directed for yourself.

"Kid, are you good now?" The photographer asked for clarification.

"Y-yes, sir."

"Alright, on three. One, two, three!"

The camera flashed as the photographer captured an image of you and Miyeon together. You were confused about why the screams went louder after that.

You both removed the props before you joined Miyeon to look at the picture.

In your bewilderment, you saw a result far from what you were expecting.

Miyeon changed her pose in the last second, where she faced you and pursed her lips while closing her eyes, almost touching your cheek.

As you looked back at Miyeon. She nodded and hummed in satisfaction.

"Well, that worked." She gave you a thumbs up before she immediately ran back to her classmates who began to tease her more. You just stared as she disappeared in your eyes, not minding Yeonjun and Soobin teasing you also, as you were so preoccupied with what just Miyeon did to you.

When you two walk yourselves on the way home, you and her would just talk again at each other about some topics that would have yourselves get related with.

"Wait, can you wait here for a second? I'll just have to buy a medicine." She excused herself as she went through the pharmacy store where you two just stopped in front of.

You waited for her like she told you to, gradually browsing at your phone for a while before she returns back to your side and continue walking along with her.

Reaching the roads where you and her would be seperating ways, she faced you as you led yourselves at the corner of the sidewalk.

She reached for her pocket and opened her wallet where she reached and placed on her hand the fake wedding picture you two had earlier and lend it to you.

You felt a bit awkward facing her after what happened earlier. You thought she won't gonna make a reference of it during your talk with her so you decided to just go with the flow instead but here you two are and there's no dodging it now.

"About earlier, I'm sorry for what I did." Miyeon said as you reached the picture from her. "I thought that it will make it realistic so I tried, but ofc I know that would be entirely against you so... I just pretended like I would give you a kiss. But still, thanks for joining me despite how I humiliated ourselves earlier."

You looked at the picture again then at her. "I wasn't angry about it, Miyeon. Don't overthink about it. I do like it though. Atleast in ours, we put a little twist so yeah... I like it."

Miyeon nodded and smiled in relief. "That's good. Okay, well let's go home now. See you tomorrow! Bye, YN!"

"Bye, Miyeon. Be safe." You smiled and waved back at her as you two went to your directions.

After Miyeon enters her house, she smiled and was overwhelmed that you also share the same approval of that moment you two just shared.

4 MONTHS LATER

You and Miyeon just finished your third year in college. Only a year remains before you and she finally finish your studies and achieve that master's degree that will help you both further label yourselves as professionals in your chosen specialization.

However, this may be a thrilling and more encouraging year for the both of you. But bad luck made its entrance into your lives when things started to transform into a difficult situation for you two.

"You got it?" You asked Miyeon and shown her the registration form in your hand which you will receive after filling up the enrollment form that will be presented to you after reaching your turn in the line.

"Yeah, I have it." Miyeon softly waves the piece of paper in her hand.

"Let's go, where do you want to eat first?" You asked her as you joined her side as you leave the building.

"At the-" Miyeon lets out heavy breaths before continuing, but it was still uncomplete when she elicited another batch of heavy breaths in between. Her speaking has gone low because of her volume either.

"Miyeon, are you okay?" You asked her worriedly. Based on your observation she looks so exhausted, dried up and lame. Her face just shows pale expression and no sign of uplift at all.

"I'm good. I'm good, thanks for as-"

"Miyeon? MIYEON!" You suddenly exclaimed when Miyeon collapsed beside your leg. You kneeled and inspected her, her eyes are still open but barely moving.

Raising up her arms and gently tapped at her face, you asked her once again. "Miyeon, hey. Stay awake, okay? Here, drink some water."

You offered your tumbler which still has coldness on the water inside. You helped Miyeon to drink, lifting the container and hold it in place to support her mouth.

Carrying her with ease, you brought her down in one of the benches which you helped her fix her sitting position. You wiped the sweat around her neck, head and arms and used the folder of your documents as a handfan to give her more air.

"You okay? How are you feeling, Miyeon?"

"I-I don't know, I just got tired... again.' Miyeon unenergetically responded. You probably guessed that she was very nervous and the hot atmosphere of this sunny afternoon wasn't contributing well to her state that's why she got drained immediately from the amount of heat and stress she had to endure.

"I'm going to take you home, okay? Let's just go out some other day. You have to rest for now." Miyeon just nodded understandably. You crouched in front of her, your back facing her.

"Hold onto me, I'll piggyback you."

"But YN, I can walk-...."

"Don't make me repeat again, Miyeon."

Miyeon placed her arms around your neck and you tightened its lock before you placed your hands underneath her thighs as you carried her body until you got both of you grab a ride on a bus.

Knocking in her house, her mother answered the call. She became very concerned just when she saw you having her daughter who looks very unwell.

"What happened to her?!"

"She just collapsed when we are about to exit the school, Mrs. Cho. I figured she was very dizzy and intensely tired. Have she eaten already?"

"She did took a lunch but I don't know she got weak. Oh, no. Could it be... a-anyways I'll take care of this here. Thank you for escorting my daughter, YN."

"You're welcome, Mrs. Cho." You gently bowed before you slowly lowered down Miyeon on your back with her mother helping her.

"I-I'm sorry, YN..."

"No, get well soon Miyeon. Take care of your health for now. We can have it again next time." You patted her head before you left her with her mother.

As a commitment to your promise for her, you went out in the weekend just a day after Miyeon had a proper rest. You enjoyed your free time with her through strolling outside and explore new places where both made more moments together.

While you and her were taking a break after hours of shopping at the grass outside the mall where the playground for kids were also located, you were just watching videos on Facebook while eating your ice cream when you felt a weight on your shoulder.

You glanced to the side, witnessing Miyeon who already fell asleep with her head laying atop of your shoulder.

Her phone was left open in her phone, displaying her home screen, but what struck you the most is that the wallpaper she's using was a picture of you and her from the recognition day of your classes, holding your respective medals hanging around your neck.

You were touched that she's making reasons to express how proud she is to see you as her beloved friend, but you can't depict if that's the same reason brought by the happiness you were feeling after seeing your photo with her.

Your hand reached up to her newly dyed pink hair and gently stroked it, swaying some strands that were blocking her face and there she was, her full beauty exposed only reserved for you to be seen up close.

Here you are again, secretly praising how beautiful and unreal features. If only you could tell this to her straightforward without sounding suspicious, you would've done it right away.

Because she earns it. She deserves every compliments for a nice girl like her.

Even in her asleep, she still manages to look breathtaking. Everything she does is already exceptional for you, and it was just plain insane to think about it.

As you were about to remove the phone from her hand, your hand paused on its movement and just stayed on top of it. It came to your attention that your heartbeat increased, your skin shivered, blood rushed aggressively, and your cheeks were numbing at the red tint forming that you couldn't even see.

Looking back at Miyeon, you created questions inside your head about whether this feeling you're still having isn't mutual to each other's friendship anymore. This time, you are the only one who's starting to grow a deeper admiration and love for her than the friendly relationship you have with her.

You quickly removed your hand from her and placed her phone away for safety. Looking away at her and staring up at the night sky, you gulped and released a heavy sigh at the thoughts forming in your head.

Days later, Miyeon gets to notice that you are beginning to avoid her, either making up excuses not to participate with her, acting cold, or pretending like you don't know her.

It was worse than the attitude he was trying to pull off when she first met you and offered her welcoming friendship to you. She knows that she was just trying to keep your walls up as you think about the decision to let her be close to you because you never experienced having an actual friend to get along with.

But this time, it was just like you were forcing yourself for no particular or obvious reason. Miyeon was completely clueless as to what drives you to act differently again toward her.

That's why when you joined her after days of not being around her like you always used to do, she couldn't hold her worry and frustration anymore.

You were still silent because you've been sensing Miyeon's unusual blank demeanor. You couldn't able to have her engage in a conversation especially that you are the introverted one. As much as you wanted to talk with her, you instead decided to give her some space as it seems like she's not in a good mood.

"Goodbye, Miyeon. Let's play later if you don't have assignments like me, alright?" You said to her.

Before you're about to continue walking, you heard Miyeon calling your name from behind.

You turned around, and it surprised you to see her eyes with pool of tears, one just dropped across her face.

"Miyeon? What's wrong?" You stepped forward, inching your gap with her.

"What did I do, YN?" She asked you sadly.

"Why are you crying? Tell me, please."

"You keep on ignoring me these past few days like I've done something wrong that I don't even recall doing one. Did I really do one?" She sulked, removing her view as she couldn't bear to stare at you after what you've done to her.

"N-No, you don't okay? I-"

"Then what is it? Everytime I see you away I can tell that there's something wrong. You don't even lay an eye on me if you wanted to or speak fluently if I try you to. Do you hate me now, YN?" Her voice cracked, painfully cracking your heart a bit.

"Please, don't say it like that."

"You're making me feel lonely, YN. When I made myself to be your friend, I thought that we would be nothing but happy with everything. But now, it feels like there's something changing again and I'm confused what to do to keep you from me. Are you gonna leave me, YN?"

"N-No, I don't! Please, listen to me." You hold both of her arms and caressed it. "I just had a trouble about figuring myself. It's in me, you don't have anything to do with it, Miyeon. That's it, and I needed some alone time to figure and settle it on my own."

"Why couldn't you just tell me that you do, YN? You know I would be willing to adjust for you while I wait when you need me fir help. Have you forgot?"

To be honest, you did and that's where it hit the spot of your guilt.

"I'm sorry, Miyeon." You bowed your head.

Miyeon sighed and placed her hand on your shoulder. "Are you being insecure, discouraged of yourself again?"

"W-what?" You asked her, a glimpse of shock was evident when she described accurately what you've been hiding from her.

You just joined her today after you calmed down and solved your problem of making convulsive and negative insights and possibilities of why a girl like Miyeon would never fall in love with you as you are.

This has been the issue why you couldn't find a friend easily. and preventing yourself from getting attached to somebody who marks everything that will win over your interest.

All of it was shattered by Miyeon, and I don't know what to do with this feeling. You had to compose yourself again so that you wouldn't make any slight mistakes that would reveal your admiration for Miyeon and make all of your worries manifest into reality.

"Even if I wouldn't know the reason I can see it through your eyes, YN." Miyeon said. "I told you before and it will remain similar. No matter how much you look down at yourself, it will be nothing to me. I will stay because I wanted to... and you needed it, YN. I've seen you improve and everybody around us could see it. I made myself to be your friend because it was a choice that I never regretted to do."

Miyeon holds your hand and locked it on her hold. Your heartbeat quickened at the touch and her appreciating look she's been giving at you.

"So please, don't regret yourself or me that we met, okay? Be happy and just be free like me, like the time and world is in our hands." Miyeon patted your hand and smiled sweetly.

You nodded and formed an upright curve in your lips in return. "I will."

Miyeon pulled you into a hug, pressing her head on your chest as you snuggled your chin on the crook of her neck. You let yourself be subdued by the warmth of her comforting embrace, and with your grateful prayers and wishes being sent above in heaven, you let a wonderful person like Miyeon enter your life.

That peaceful understanding and make-up that you two had brought back the liveliness and the effects of the dynamics that Miyeon has instilled in you

You proceeded to catch up those few days ago when you separated yourself from Miyeon just so you could get rid again of all these negativities and overthinking that you've been getting ever since that night when you felt different touching Miyeon's hand and how your perspective altered about her beauty.

Treating her to wherever she wants the both of you to try, going around to such places, and even tutoring her about some subjects that she's struggling with.

It was just like what you two always do together, and it was always nice. Something you can't ruin.

However, those good times didn't last much longer when both of you encountered another problem to take seriously, and this might have been the most frightened and anxious you've ever been for Miyeon.

Right as you exited the campus after the class ended, without having your best friend with you, you received a phone call from her mother.

You were notified by bad news that Miyeon was just sent to a hospital today, and she knows you will definitely be coming for her once you know, so she didn't waste more time to inform you.

That's exactly what you did. For the first time, you've never been this panicked after leaving the class. You hurriedly ran and traveled all the way into the hospital that was mentioned to you.

Searching for the rooms, you finally united with her mother, who was waiting outside.

"What happened to her?"

"YN...." Mrs. Cho squeezed your wrists as she cried. You just stared at her as you waited for the next words to come out. "I don't know what to do. I'm scared, I don't want to lose my daughter too."

"Why? Is Miyeon sick? What's her condition?" You asked frantically.

"She is. But I think it's better if you hear it from her and discuss it." Mrs. Cho said. Your chest felt tightened as your body goes weaker at hearing that information. It's been a prediction of yours that there's something wrong with Miyeon ever since she collapsed back in the enrollment day, but you didn't expect that this would've gone worse and that will have you to see her in such inappopriate place for you.

"She's currently resting after the doctors took a check up on her. She'll wake up soon." Mrs. Cho then urges you to go inside the room where she excused herself to buy some food on the convenience store.

As what she said, more than 10 minutes later Miyeon shortly woke up from the hospital bed. You saw her eyes blink carefully and you rushed to her side.

"Miyeon. Hey, buddy. I'm here." You said, placing your hand atop of her torso.

"Y-YN?" Miyeon called your name lamely. "You came..."

"Yeah ofcourse I do, I worried so much about you after your mom called me that you're confined." You kneeled beside her. "She told me that you were sick, Miyeon. Of what? May I know, please? Cause truly, I hate to see you being like this."

"So she already mentioned to you about it." Miyeon sighed and closed her eyes. "Alright, YN. I'll give you the answer. I don't have any more time left to hide this from you."

"What haven't you telling me yet?"

"I'm sorry, YN." Miyeon said, reaching for your hand which you grabbed it and locked it on your hold. "I'm sorry if I'm... going to make you sad."

"I don't care about it, Miyeon. It's just a part of our life. Happiness isn't the only mood that exists, we also go through dark times in our phase. And I believe it's better to be sad at something I know than assuming something that is not." you said to her.

Miyeon smiled at you. "You really are okay now..."

"I always think of you, that's why. It wouldn't be possible if it's not because of you, Miyeon. You inspire me to be better."

Miyeon's teardrop fell from her eye as she nodded. "I know, and you encourage me to fight for what's right. That's why I'm still trying to take care of myself on battling my heart condition."

Your whole senses felt like it zoomed away from your conscience as you intepreted the enormous state of shock that ever striked on you after learning what Miyeon just revealed to you.

"A what?"

"My heart... it isn't what you think, YN." Miyeon tightlipped. "Even my lifeline."

"W-what do you mean? Y-you... Miyeon, so this is..."

"I had it since I was born, YN. My father had it, and now you know why he wasn't around anymore with me and mom." You tilted away to avoid that truth. "I inherited his condition and it was passed through me YN and what happened to him, I can have it too. The doctors thought before that I won't be going to reach 20's... but it's a miracle that I'm still fine, yet again it happened to me again and now I'm thinking twice now if-"

"No, no. Miyeon, you say that your time is limited but like you said, look at you. You are 26 years old now. 6 years, you surpassed that supposed end of the line for you. That means, you can still handle it whenever it occurs, and you will be going to be fine in repeat." You said to her. "As long as you continue living, all you have to do is to enjoy the rest of it."

"About that, I was reminded of something that I can share to you too." Miyeon smiled at the recall while looking softly at you. "I knew I had to do it, when I learnt that it's bad for me to apply pressure on myself, I always remind myself to be joyful and calm. Until I saw you..."

Miyeon rubbed her hand on top of yours, soothing you. "Lonely, gloomy, bland. You were the opposite of me, and I hated to see the very thing that I am preventing myself to be at. Do you know the other reason why I became so interested to meet you, YN?

It's because you helped me realize how can I use my happiness and the remaining time I have with a purpose. That's why I pushed myself to become your friend, YN. I want to accomplish one last thing in my life, and that is to make you happy just as I did to myself.

So please, promise me. Once I'm gone, continue to put smile on other's faces, but don't ever forget about sparing one for yourself, YN. For now... stay, and continue to show me how I've changed you."

You shed your tears that you couldn't contains fron the emotions forcing to escape inside of you. It sucks so hard that you reached the point and such unlikeable scenario that you have to witness and listen to your friend sending her final wishes to you just in case her suffering conquers her.

"Can it still be saved through a surgery?"

"I think so. They did it on my dad, before... but I don't know if it will be successful on me unlike him." She shrugged.

"We don't quite sure, then." You understood. Miyeon wiped your tears with her hands, you curled it and laid your head on her knuckles. "It still doesn't matter to me. I'll never leave, Miyeon. I'll be here to support you anytime. That's what.... friends are for, right?"

You took a pause before saying the word. You've been wanting to improve more than that, but you had to remain cautious.

Both grinned at each other. You joined Miyeon to rest again until Mrs. Cho arrived back at the room with the packed foods in her hands.

A few days ago, you received news from her mother that she agreed with their relatives to bring Miyeon to the States to undergo her surgery after the recommendation that it was the perfect place with complete equipment to perform the surgery successfully and attain a higher chance of survival for Miyeon.

Although it's saddening that you won't be able to see Miyeon for how long it has to be, you just reminded to yourself that you don't have to be selfish and her health is the number one priority here. It was always been the important part after all this time, and it was so relieving that you were able to help her along despite without your knowledge, which was pretty impressive to realize.

You are now at the airport with your family, joining Miyeon and her family on their departure so that you both can say goodbye properly to each other.

You and Miyeon faced at each other. "I'm going to miss you, YN."

"Me too, Miyeon. Good luck on the surgery, okay? I'll be here waiting for you to come back."

"I am, and you will me better than ever before." Miyeon smiled.

"You should be, because I have a gift for you when you return."

"What could it be? You're making me excited already, YN!"

"It's unique, that's all I can say." You chuckled. Miyeon invites you to a hug and you reciprocated it.

"Goodbye for now, Miyeon-ah. You can do it, okay? Fighting!"

"HAHAHAHA, I'll fight for you, YN."

As she lets go from the embrace, you were dumbfounded when Miyeon performed a quick peck of a kiss to your cheek. Your chest throbs rapidly, mood blooms and ou felt more alive than ever today because of that heartfelt gesture.

"Goodbye, YN! I won't be away for long!"

She waves her hand at you while her mother nods also. Joining your parents, you watched them slowly disappear from your sights as your hopes grew stronger and bigger that she could endure and overcome this challenge she's currently facing personally.

A few weeks later, you were inserting your things into your locker while your classmates Yeonjun and Soobin narrated to you the entire plot of the new game they just bought.

They invited you to join them after you went to the mall to check out the new collectibles and arcade shop that is scheduled to open tomorrow, and you didn't hesitate to agree since you would also be craving to see it on your own.

While you three are conversing, you felt your phone vibrate. Upon checking, it was a phone call coming from your mother.

You answered it right away, excusing yourself to your classmates for a moment and they immediately understood.

"Hello, mom?"

You furrowed your eyebrows when you heard her shuddering breaths.

"Mom?"

"Y-YN..."

"Yes, mom. I'm here. Why did you call?"

"I'm sorry, honey." Her mother was stiffling a sob. "Listen to me first, okay? Don't engage once you hear it-"

"Mom, please. What is it? I'm getting nervous right now. Why are you being like this?" You said anxiously, your breathing starts to go heavy.

"It's about Miyeon, YN." Your mother said. Your fingers went stiff from grasping the phone. "Her mother called me few minutes ago and she told me that... Miyeon's gone."

Everything went blurry, awfully quiet and unresponsive to you as you suddenly crashed in the ground, slipping at the locker door on your back, dropping the phone in your hand. Your classmates and other students around the hallway were startled at what happened to you.

"Hey, YN? Yo, dude what happened?"

"YN, what's wrong man?"

Yeonjun and Soobin were taken aback when you punched the floor and screamed in agony as you let out the hardest cry you've ever released.

As you went home, you were greeted by a comforting hug from your mother as you let yourself weaken and pour out all the pain that you've felt.

That wasn't even the worst part, as you learned next from your mother the additional details of Miyeon's sudden death. She told you that Miyeon, Mrs. Cho, and her aunt were on their way to the hospital when they got involved in a car accident caused by a drunk driver operating a truck.

Mrs. Cho and the aunt suffered injuries, but the large impact of the crash brought a shock to Miyeon that was unable for her enlargening heart to sustain, causing it to fail in functioning and pronounce it her cause of death just now.

A week later at Miyeon's burial, as you just stared brokenheartedly at her newly created grave, her mother approached to you.

"She gave this to me while we're staying at the hotel. Miyeon told me that if ever something bad happens to her, she wants to me to give this you." Mrs. Cho who is more devastated then you, losing both her husband and her only daughter with the same complication,  said as she hands you a white envelope.

You reached it from her and slowly opened it. It was a handwritten letter made by her. You read the contents of it silently.

Dear YN,

            Hey there, my number one buddy! I know I've said to you that I'll come back once this is all over, but still I have made a back up once the unfortunate has come to get me during this battle that I'm having with my vulnerable heart, and if you're reading this right now... I don't want to mention but I have to be clear. This only means that I failed you. I'm gone forever and I won't be back anymore, but whatever happens; it won't stop me for saying what I want to say all dedicated to my one true bestfriend, which is you.

         Thank you so much that even though my proposal of my friendship to you was forceful and a bit threatening, you still gave it an attempt. Look at where we are now, I told you that I would be real for you, and you did the same for me. I think that's the reason why our bond became stronger, because we discovered our flaws with each other and we helped each other to change all of that. As I said, all I want to for you to be better. And you were always a great guy in my eyes, YN. It's a no shocker that I fell in love with you. Tadaaa, now you know my secret. Well, that's one of the reasons why I made this letter, so that I could tell you what I actually feel for you once I couldn't come back and unable to say this to you in person.

        I like you a lot, YN. And I know you do. It's so obvious of you, you know? I find it funny and impressive how you still manage to endure all of that by showing this tough shell of yours. But I get it, I know there' a reason. You're just scared as me. That's why I couldn't confess to you earlier because I know you deserve better. And probably your own reason is that this boundaries and insecuries of yours are still present, maybe that's why you couldn't even face me because you're looking lowly of yourself while believing that you've already fallen for me. It's interesting right? We both share the same thought that we both deserve better. But anyway, I don't mind it. I still have this precious thing and that is called friendship, atleast... with this I could still prove and show to you how I love you with all my heart that will remain stuck on you.

       Before I end this letter, I just want you to do me one last favor, YN. Please visit her grave anytime you want and never forget me. That way, I could take it as an alternate way to see you from above that you love me too.

      Until we see each other again, buddy.

                                                                                                            Love,                                                                                                            Miyeon

You broke down in tears as you fell into the grassy land, just below her grave, filled with a mixture of bittersweet emotions, being delighted, grateful, and touched by her kind and heartwarming remarks about this whole awesome journey you two had been on, while on the other side, there's the guilt, grief, and torment that you didn't get to confess your true feelings to his only best friend and admirer before it was too late, unlike she did.

10 YEARS LATER

You are now currently working as an IT technician in one of the largest programming companies in South Korea.

You may be mostly busy in your professional life, but you still tried your best to allow and reserve free time to connect with your loved ones: your parents, your grandma, your friends Yeonjun and Soobin who now works as game developers, while Soyeon and Yuqi are now one of the most famous performers in SK, Mrs. Cho and her relatives and most importantly: her.

You always visit Miyeon's grave whenever you wanted to, just like her final request which you remember every single day.

Today is her birthday, you went to her grave last after all of her loved ones visited her earlier.

You looked down on her grave, the expensive tombstone standing on it with a lovely picture of her back in college placed on a frame.

                                                CHO MIYEON      Gone but never forgotten as she remains alive within our hearts forever.

                               January 31, 1997 - July 25, 2023

You placed the birthday cake and some balloons that you're bringing with you beside her tombstone.

"Happy birthday, Miyeon." You greeted her before lighting up the candles.

"10 years and counting now, huh. But I'm still here just like you asked me too. I stayed, and I'm still waiting patiently for my time to come where I can see you again someday." You said, your nose gets stingy as your eyes starts to become watery.

"Thank you for existing and having the pleasure to meet you, where you taught me how is it like to have a true friend... and to fall in love with you. It was all once in my imaginations, so thank you... for bringing it all to reality, even though... it didn't last longer as we expect to be."

You recalled all of the memories that you had with her, but what struck you the most was the necklace you're wearing.

You opened the locket, revealing that it was your fake wedding couple photo with her back in college, which was actually her last gift to you along with the letter she wrote from you inside the envelope given to you by Mrs. Cho 10 years ago. It's such a wasted wish that you won't be able to recreate this moment with her. If she ever did come back, you would've shown her the gift of your love for her, given her a chance to be your girlfriend, proposed to her, and married her without any pretend. Miyeon would be such a lovely wife to have, for sure.

As you looked at her appearance, you also remembered that time back at the mall where she slept on your shoulder. The picture she had on her wallpaper at that time was also the one you're using now.

It brought you back to your very first hug with her. Your eyes sprung up, and the familiarization hit you as you compared it to the same scenario you dreamt before, and up until now, it still is.

But what's even better now is that you can see the girl's face now. and it felt even more realistic than before. Same structure, same pinkish hair, same colorful dress.

Your eyes swelled before they broke down into tears, lowering your head as you cried in your palms.

It went on for minutes until you calmed down and ate the cake for her while watching your recorded moments with her on your phone.

You were so invested in all of those happy memories you were revisiting that you didn't notice a stranger peeking at you from behind.

"Awww your girl is so beautiful, dear." The old lady says with a soft smile. You looked above to see her figure.

"Thank you." You bowed your head.

"So that's her name?" She said as she reads Miyeon's tombstone.

"Yes, she's Miyeon." You politely answered.

She hummed and frowned. "It's unfortunate that she passed away too soon. She looks so young." You smiled through the pain as you wiped your tears. "We're just the same, I visited my late husband today on our wedding anniversary." She pointed at the direction where it is located.

"That's sweet grandma." "Are you okay now, dear? I know it hurts a lot to lose somebody we love, but trust me, it won't make us feel better if we don't practice how to let go." You nodded while trying to end your cries as the old lady is now caressing your arm to console you. "I am. I've already accepted her fate."

"You surely must have miss her so much, don't you? I bet you think about her anytime."

You looked at Miyeon's picture and smiled with pure confidence. "Yes, I do. She is and always will be on my mind... because Miyeon is the woman of my dreams."

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blue and sentimental

chou tzuyu x reader ; fluff 

synopsis: after a long day at work, you thought it’d be a good idea to spoil tzuyu in the comforts of your home. 

wc: 2k

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

a/n: man i love jazz so much and my baby tzu is so precious :(

—

the door to your homey loft apartment welcomed you with your tired stature, as you walked in swaddled with thick clothes to help combat the harsh cold, peeling off one layer at a time until almost everything was off except your dress shirt on your upper body. 

you placed your overcoat, sweater, and scarf on the studio chair in the living room as you sat on the couch, relaxing after a tiring day of labor finishing up a project planning phase that was ahead of schedule, so your boss felix decided it was a good idea to have everyone leave early which was a really good thing. 

huffing out and softly groaning as you slid into the couch more, you felt a buzz from the back pocket of your pants and fished out your phone to see who texted you.

4 new messages: tzuyu ♡ 

tzuyu 

y/nnnnnn

helping shuhua with something really quick 

will be home in about an hour 

miss you 

y/n

no worries 

just got home 

miss you more, the place feels empty without you 

you toss your phone off to the side as you reposition yourself, laying down on the couch as you place your head on one of the pillows that still had a few remnants of tzuyu’s rose scented perfume from watching movies the other night as you breathed deeply becoming one with the couch, letting the urge to sleep slowly take over your body. 

twenty or so minutes had passed and you hear a faint vibration under your pillow, you grab under to silence your alarm (which is what you assumed since you didn’t remember setting an alarm for your nap at all) only to find out that it was a call from tzuyu from looking at your squinted eyes, so in less than a millisecond, you answered it. 

“hi tzu tzu.” you greet, mouth curling to a derpy smile as you hear a very small gasp on the other end, as tzuyu had you on speaker to showcase the softness in your voice that she’ll never get tired of hearing after two years of being with you.

“hi baby, were you napping?”

“i was before you called, but i’m awake now.” you respond, lightly straining your voice as you stretch, waking up your body now from its much needed power slumber. 

“i’m still with shuhua, we’re helping her prepare a surprise present for minnie’s birthday tomorrow.” 

“we should be almost done! tzu can you hand me the scissors behind you?” you hear shuhua in the background, tzuyu’s friend from college who had helped her land a job with the modeling agency she was currently working at. you laugh at shuhua’s act as you sat up on the couch again.

“i take that shuhua drove you?” you ask, tzuyu shuffling around on the phone to a more quiet area in the house.

“yeah, she offered to take me but we’ll leave in a bit if shuhua gets everything together.” she responds as you lightly chuckle, “we might do one more thing before she changes her mind again.” tzuyu added on. 

“it’s okay, we don’t have plans for the weekend so take as much time as you need.” you say, getting up to turn on the lights of the kitchen and dining room. “i gotta take care of something really quick, so see you here soon?” 

tzuyu hums through the phone, “yes babe, i’ll let you do your thing now. i love you.”

“i love you too, bye.” 

you ended the call and placed your phone on the countertop, unbuttoning two buttons and rolling up both sleeves of your dress shirt before grabbing a pan from the cabinet and placing it on the stove.

“now let’s get to work, shall we?” 

—

tzuyu walks along the long corridor of doors with a brisk pace to make up for the seconds lost by not using the elevator which was undergoing maintenance, her four inch heels echoing in the hallway’s poor acoustics with every step taken before she finally reaches the second to last door on the left–finally home after a busy day.

but before tzuyu could type on the touchscreen of the security lock to open the door, she hears a faint tune of a song filling up the apartment and she knew you’d be playing one thing–jazz–as she seamlessly entered the passcode, opening the door, and walks in; the song playing on the vinyl player set next to the tv in the living room getting a lot more louder once tzuyu was fully inside. 

as she took off her heels and placing her bags on the floor, tzuyu then sees you walking around the dining table, a covered dish in your hands as you placed it on the table, her eyes light up at the first seconds of your appearance, and then the aroma of food fills her nostrils. 

“oh! you’re here?” you ask as you approach tzuyu, giving her a couple of quick kisses while hugging her.

“traffic on the way back, sorry i took long.” 

you shake your head in disagreement as you helped your girlfriend take off the long overcoat and hung it on the abstract coat hanger you found when you and tzuyu went antique shopping a while back, it was nothing too crazy, but she knew that you always had a thing for art–hence why the shared apartment you and her were living appeared to be a makeshift art museum, curated over time even before you two got together.

“what’s all this?”

“a little something something that i put together last minute.” you beam. “now come on, it’s dinner anyway.” grinning as pull her wrist as you show her the table you set up. 

the dining table was transformed into one of those high end michelin star restaurants sprinkled with a dash of the 1800s royalty core. on top of the white cover on the table were two old fashioned candles with the plating and silverware neatly organized. there were a few side dishes of yours and tzuyu’s favorite snacks spread out evenly on the table. in addition to that there was a small iron bucket housing two bottles of red wine with two glasses sitting next to it. you were pretty impressed with yourself and how you managed to get everything set together in under an hour (should be considered a record time if she gave you less than thirty minutes.) as you motion tzuyu towards her seat. 

“just right this way ma’am the food will be here shortly.” you said as you pulled the seat out for tzuyu to sit, giving a soft laugh as she sat down and adjusted herself.

“i will also be your waiter for tonight, would there be anything you want as an appetizer?” 

tzuyu ponders for a second, “i think i’ll have you as my appetizer.” putting a finger to your chest with a sly grin on her face.

you pull your head slightly back at her remark, “i believe that’s not on the menu i’m afraid, but i’ll make an exception just for you.” 

“you’re so enticing.”

“i think the best things are saved for dessert.” you say lowly as you lean in for a peck to her jaw, “but let’s enjoy our dinner first.” 

picking up on the sound of your alarm in the kitchen, you stand back up and grab a hand cloth on the table, draping it over your forearm while placing your other arm behind your back.

“that would be the main course, excuse me for a moment.” you say as you briskly walk to the kitchen as tzuyu laughs at you. shuffling through the kitchen for a few seconds, you then return with a slightly large bowl with a cover on top, remnants of the smoke still emerging as you place it the middle of the table, pulling the cover as it revealed a simple pork tonkatsu ramen–tzuyu’s favorite as she gasps in shock, clapping her hands at your perfected cooking craft. 

“i also forgot one more thing, be right back.” you said as you dashed back to the kitchen to grab a small cutting board with a loaf of toasted garlic bread, the first three slices already out for a proper presentation.

“why’d you do all this?” 

“well it’s been a while since we had a date night, so i thought it would be a good idea to just have it at home.” you said smiling as you sat yourself down adjacent from tzuyu. 

tzuyu tilts her head in, admired by your effort as she grabs your hand. “it’s so nice to have a personal chef in the relationship.”

“everyone needs a hobby.” you reply, placing the hand cloth from your arm onto your lap. “you must be starving, let's eat!” 

tzuyu nods as she grabs her pair of chopsticks and begins to mix the large bowl of homemade ramen, placing it in the small ladle and slurping up the mixture of soup and noodles, humming out loudly as an indication that it was good as she savors the taste a bit longer. 

you then fish out one of the pieces of pork from the bowl, leaning over and pouting your lips to tzuyu as she knows what you were doing, opening her mouth again as you feed her. taste buds exploding as the tender piece of pork dissolved in a few bites. 

“this is amazing.” she says as you pour her a glass of red wine for her to drink. 

the dining table was filled with the conversation of events that had occur in you and tzuyu’s work day as both of you continuously ate through the small courses of food and side dishes, filling in on the things that were worth talking about. you talked about how felix did a team bonding exercise where you had to accomplish cooking something where one person was blindfolded, another person not able to hear, and the third person not being able to talk. it was tedious but a fun activity nonetheless. tzuyu mentioned that she has a photoshoot for one of her friend’s small business that sells minimal gym apparel and how she’ll get exclusive access to certain clothing items for you and her to keep. 

after finishing most of the food, tzuyu starts to get up with her empty bowl in her hand.

“oh don’t worry about cleaning, i’ll take care of it.” 

“are you sure? i feel like i should do something since you did all the cooking and setting up.”

“tzu it’s fine.” you say pulling her in for a loving embrace, tzuyu’s lips finding your neck leaving you breathless. 

“there is one last thing before we can do all that.” you say, walking over to the vinyl record player to flip the vinyl to the other side, playing a mellow tune of both the piano and bass. 

walking back in front of tzuyu, you do a curtsy bow with your hand out as an offering.

“may i have this dance with you?” 

tzuyu slightly cringes at your cliche move, but accepts your offer, “yes i would love to.” 

taking her hand in yours, planting your other arm around her waist pulling you closer as you slowly danced in the living room, the lights having the perfect timing as they faintly dimmed, setting the mood as you two held each other.

“isn’t this nat king cole?” 

“how’d you know?” you asked in surprise to tzuyu’s knowledge of your jazz repertoire.

“i saw you pick out a vinyl record from him when we went out last week. it’s a cute song you picked and i love it.” tzuyu admits to you as you give a pouted expression to her, earning a laugh as you lightly kiss her cheeks. 

“this song makes me feel better whenever i get stressed out with anything.” you explained as you held tzuyu even tighter, “i’m glad you love it as much as i do.” 

tzuyu then tiptoes a bit to brush your lips as you continue to slow dance with the song gently echoing behind you, 

blue and sentimental

i can't forget you

my heart won't let you

out of my mind

it rains all the time

since you said goodbye

the skies in my eyes

in my heart all cry

blue and sentimental

if you don't want me

why do you haunt me

and keep me feeling

blue and sentimental?

~

[heavenlycloud]

the veil~ ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ჻

five: hey bby gorl i want u ‧₊˚ ⋅ ༘☆*.ﾟ

warnings: swearing, crying, slightly unedited

pairing: huh yunjin x aespa 5th member! fem reader

summary: the masquerade ball begins with yunjin and y/n set on finding one another. through meeting other friends they pray that fate will help them cross paths at least once. they hope for a fairytale ending, at a ball it only seems fitting. however, life is no fairytale and tonight both girls are reminded of it.

author notes: this update is quiet long compared to others but i'm hoping you all still enjoy it. i begin my semester next week so i'm hoping i can get back to updates once a week, but we shall see what happens! additionally, the tag list is still open for those of you all who want to be added in, just comment or drop an ask in my inbox! lastly, feedback, comments, reblogs, questions, literally anything but hateful speech is welcome and very much appreciated!

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you adjusted the black mask that rested over your face and tossed the bone straight extensions of your ponytail over your shoulder. from the outside you looked like you owned the room, that everyone around you was just a player in a game you controlled. however, internally you were a nervous wreck especially when you realized the lingering gazes as you walked by guests. beside you, ningning was on your right arm bowing politely to people as you both crossed the ballroom. in a low whisper you asked, “can you feel people staring at us? i swear people are staring.” your member smiled and mumbled back, “yeah.” when you pinched her hand in slight annoyance she added, “i’m serious, y/n. all eyes are on you.” when you scanned the room again you realized she was right. a wave of nervousness washed over you and you begged, “stay close okay?” she slipped her hand from your arm and told you seriously, “signal me if you need me okay? my phone is on too, and aeri and karina unnie are over there by the doors.” she gave your hand a squeeze before running over to you recognized as shuhua of (G)I-DLE. 

in your blazer pocket your phone buzzed multiple times and you fished it out to see a familiar name: Lyra 🪐 quickly you found a quiet corner outside of the ballroom where nobody seemed to be around. when you answered the call a smile spread across your lips at the sound of her voice, even with a filter over it, “jasmine!” you tried to hide the giddiness in your tone to no avail, “hey what’s up?” you could hear the music from the ballroom playing in the background of her call as she asked, “you’re here right?” you hummed in reply, “mhm.” she paused for a moment then said quietly, “i hope i get to see you tonight…” you responded, “i think you will, don’t worry. i know there’s a lot of people but we’re on the same place. we’re bound to cross paths at some point, right?” you could hear the disappointment in her tone when she softly asked, “how do i know it’s you?” a smile broke out across your face hearing that she already wanted to meet you, “you’ll know it’s me.” she insisted once more, “but how-” you cut her off quickly but the gentleness in your tone made her heart race, “just…think of me.” the last three words left your lips with a smile at the double meaning, if she’d recognize both of them she would know if she met you at the end of the night. 

“hey are you coming to dan-” someone in the background of her call started to ask her. there was a muffled ramble that was surely her trying to ward off whoever the person was. but you took this moment to sweetly say, “go have fun with your friends, love. i have to go.” you didn’t give her a chance to protest because you knew if you didn’t hang up now, the two of you would just talk all night in your respective corners. 

the moment you put your phone down and tucked it back into your pocket a hand pulled your shoulder. the stranger turned your around and asked, “oh my god- y/n?!” you didn’t have to look to recognize the australian accent. lily smacked your arm, “you can’t just disappear like that! i was getting us drinks and then i look back and you’re gone! felix and i were freaking out and about to interrupt ningning with her friends!” you apologized, “sorry i had to take a call.” lily tipped your chin up to get a better look at your masked face. the black lace, phantom style mask covered most of your face but not enough to where your best friend couldn’t see the stupid smile you were fighting to hide back. 

lily and felix pressed you with questions between trying to also help you sort out which one of the guests was your special girl. about thirty minutes in you three had narrowed it down to four possible options. three of the four girls wore lavish princess style ball gowns with poofy skirts and sparkling masks, while the other wore a navy blue suit adorned with heavy jewels and beading. felix was the one who pieced it all together, informing you and lily that, jisu was the type to make her closest friends also show up looking the best just because it made sense to her that way. lily agreed that her senior was the type to do such a thing, so it was certain. so here you were, carefully watching the four girls and trying to decide which one was your match. 

for nearly the entire night you were keeping your eyes on the young women but one specifically caught your eye. she wore a dazzling white down with butterfly-like detailing on the bust. her mask was silver with clear jewels and matching beadwork  and honestly she looked perfect. her newly dyed black hair was tied beautifully in a curly half up half down style that fit the princess theme. you’d caught the eyes of one of her friends, the one in pink, which you realized after turning your head and seeing her gaze right on you. 

aeri slipped by your side with a genuine smile on her face, rosy cheeks and a giggle as she gushed, “this girl just came up to me and called me gorgeous, kissed my hand, and then we danced- like a real dance not like in the clubs.” it had been weeks since you’d seen aeri this happy over anything so you weren’t going to ask more important questions or take this moment away from her. instead you pulled her closer to your ear and asked, “who was it?” she whispered lowly, “the one in the navy blazer. i think she’s one of jisu’s friends.” you felt your heart race and aeri added, “do you think that girl in the pink dress is Lyra? she’s been staring at you…hard.” you didn’t turn your head as you answered, “no. i think she’s the girl in silver…felix and lily have been thinking it’s the girl in pink though.” your member confirmed, “she’s gotta be the one. Little Miss Silver Butterfly hasn’t looked your way, but Princess Bubblegum over here…she wants you BAD.” you laughed and pushed aeri by the shoulder to tell her to be quiet as you quickly stole a glance to the girl who couldn’t take her eyes off  of you. 

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚✭・彡♡・✫.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

somi locked her eyes on the girl in the black embellished suit with the matching phantom-style mask. she turned to yunjin and said, “yeah. that’s definitely not your girl. i think it’s the one chaeyoung got all close with that started giggling when she kissed her hand.” yunjin bit the corner of her lip and peeked over her shoulder while agreeing, “you’re probably right.” soobin took a sip from his punch, “i still think it’s the one somi’s been having a staring contest with.” yunjin pushed his shoulder lightly and rolled her eyes, “hush. go be steph’s wingman or something. we know what we’re doing.” just as he started to walk off, a new waltz began playing and people started to drag their partners onto the floor for a dance. 

yunjin turned to make a move towards a masked aeri, but someone caught her hand, “may i have this dance?” she whipped around to see yeonjun, a colleague and friend, in front of her. he looked like a prince beneath the glowing light of the ballroom, and that same charming smile that got her the very first time they met sent butterflies to her stomach all over again. she would never hesitate to admit that the young man was handsome, but they would never work…they tried briefly and ended things as friends. however there was always going to be something about him that charmed her, and made her blush to no resolve. 

the american singer smiled politely so not to cause a scene as she took yeonjun’s hand. he place a gentle kiss on her knuckles and she rolled her eyes trying not to laugh. yunjin followed the man’s lead as they waltzed but her eyes continued to fall onto aeri who was now dancing with chaeyoung. yeonjun followed her gaze and asked, “who is she?” yunjin turned her attention back to him and responded, “what?” once again yeonjun asked, “who’s the girl? you’ve been watching her all night.” yunjin tried to lie, “nobody, im just watching chaeyoung. she seems to have met someone.” the young man shook his head, “you’re still the worst liar i’ve ever met…the one she came with, you think she’s your match?” yunjin felt her face get hot and a look of panic flashed through her eyes, “what?” yeonjun laughed and nodded his head, “you’ve looked at her friend in the suit so many times i’m not sure how she hasn’t caught on yet. i’ve had my eye on you all night, jen.” the american singer furrowed her brow, “i hope you realize how creepy that sounds out loud.” he admitted with a laugh, “yeah i hear it now…but if you think it’s her, go for it. dance with her.” yunjin asked nervously, “what if it’s not her though?” yeonjun shrugged then smirked as he pulled her closer, “then you move on to the next person…good luck.” he let go of her and in a spin led the girl right into another’s arms. everyone else’s partners switched and when yunjin opened her eyes once more she was standing right between your arms.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚✭・彡♡・✫.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

you let out a small gasp when you caught the girl in the silver dress. she smiled politely behind her mask and offered a small, “hey.” you could see heat rise to her cheeks as you danced with her across the floor, holding your arm around her torso. a small laugh fell past your lips and you replied, “hi.” there was a awkward silence then you told her smoothly, “you look beautiful tonight.” once again her cheeks blushed pink and the thrum of her heart racing filled her ears. softly she thanked you, “you look good too.” you grinned and admitted, “i was going for a phantom of the opera kinda thing with the mask.” yunjin nodded and agreed, “yeah i kinda see it now.” there was a pause then you asked, “are you a friend of jisu’s?” she hummed quietly and responded, “yeah…she actually insisted that all of us girls in the friend group wear huge dresses or fancy suits like this. something about the royal court needing to be best dressed? i dunno, all i can think about is getting out of this tight ass dress.” you laughed and she did too until you told her, “best dressed? that you are. like i said before, you look beautiful.” yunjin smiled against your shoulder and your grip tightened on her hand that fit so perfectly into yours. you didn’t think before letting out the word vomit that came out next, “it’s a shame i can’t see your pretty face too.” 

yunjin couldn’t help but laugh before she asked, “you’re quite the charmer, hm?” you nonchalantly shrugged and answered, “i try.” behind the silver mask you could see her eyes searching your face almost as if she was trying to figure out who you were. she then asked, “have you been to one of jisu’s parties before?” you nodded and explained, “only a few when we were teenagers. work kept me too busy to show since those days, until tonight.” yunjin nodded and grinned at the memory, “last year’s party was… incredible.” you hummed and questioned, “that was the planetarium right?” yunjin nodded in confirmation  and responded, “Night Under The Stars, i picked the theme actually.” you laughed and said cooley, “so your pick of favorite is biased, no?” yunjin smirked and shrugged, “i guess you could say that.” 

the song ended and another began, some pairs swapped partners but neither you or  yunjin made a move to part ways. your mind swam with thoughts about if this could be your match, the girl you’d been dying to meet for weeks that makes your heart race from a simple text notification. 

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚✭・彡♡・✫.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

yunjin stared into the eyes of the woman before her, even behind the black phantom style mask she knew beauty when she saw it. she was lost in her own thoughts for a moment too long when she realized you asked her a question, “why a planetarium?” yunjin tried to hide the slight panic in her voice at being caught staring, “uh- i um…i like the stars…like watching them and finding constellations and stuff.” you nodded and she replied, “when i was a kid i would try to see how many constellations i could find in one night.”she let out a small exhale as she remembered back when things were simpler and she had nothing to worry about. you felt her turn her head the other way and in the process she let her head fall onto your shoulder completely. you held her closer to your body and slowly her fingers slipped into your own. your heart raced in your chest and you hoped she couldn’t feel it or hear it because it was all you seemed to hear in your head. mindlessly you asked her, “do you have a favorite constellation?” yunjin answered easily, “Libra.” you pulled away almost as if she was a burning flame, “excuse me?” cautiously yunjin answered, “Libra? you know like Leo, Cancer, Sagittarius?” you smiled and played off the sudden outburst, having heard a different name. 

there was a pregnant pause and the two of you remained silent before yunjin heard you say, “Masquerade Ball was my idea, funny enough.  i proposed it years ago but jisu said said no…and Enchanted Garden was my idea…the party jisu had for her 19th birthday.” yunjin asked with genuine interest, “really?” you nodded and told her slightly embarrassed, “yeah. Phantom of the Opera is one of my favorite movies so it wasn’t a hard choice. as for Enchanted Garden, i had a Tinkerbell movie marathon with my little sister and got the idea so…” yunjin laughed, “Phantom of the Opera, it’s a classic so i can’t blame you. n’ i wish i could have gone to the garden party. i’ve seen pictures, it was beautiful.” you agreed with her and smoothly answered, “it was, but i wish you could’ve come. the party would’ve been even more stunning.” yunjin turned her head and smiled against your shoulder before asking you, “is that your thing?” you pulled back from her slightly, “what?” she explained, “finding a girl and complimenting her until she’s red in the face and giggling so you can actually make a move? is that your thing?” you started to ask, “wha-” yunjin then cut you off, “i’ve been watching you all night.” you raised a brow and asked coyly, “so you can’t keep your eyes off of me?” while stepping back closer to you, yunjin rolled her eyes and lightheartedly scoffed. you then answered her question, “i’m kidding. and no, that’s not my thing. i’m only trying to find one person.” she continued dancing with you as she questioned, “have you found them?” you didn’t hesitate to answer, “no, i don’t think so.” yunjin frowned slightly as she told you genuinely, “i hope you do.” quietly you murmured, “yeah i do too.” 

the music began to decrescendo and out of the corner of your eye you could see aeri searching the ballroom for you. a look of distress was written all over her face and you internally begged the song to end so you didn’t have to leave this beautiful woman standing alone on the floor. even so, you almost didn’t want the song to end. the way she fit perfectly against your body, and her hands were the perfect size to fit in yours—you didn’t want to let her go. yet, you knew you had to when your eyes met aeri’s and you could see the tears threatening to spill over. just then yunjin broke the silence that had fallen over you both, “this is going to sound weird but…you smell really good. like your perfume- i-it’s like-” you cut her off quietly, “jasmine.” her breath caught in her throat, “what did you say?” but you disregarded her question and apologized, “i-i’m sorry. i have to go.” you broke away from her the second the song ended, weaving through a crowd of masked people to get to your groupmate. 

 yunjin watched from the middle of the floor as you rushed to aeri’s side. the way you engulfed the young woman in a crushing hug, holding her head with your hand and pressing a kiss there moments later. she felt her own tears burning her eyes when she saw you wrap your arm around the girl’s shoulder, lacing her fingers with yours as you swiftly left the ballroom. despite everything in you telling you otherwise, you looked over your shoulder back at her just to realize she was watching it all. yunjin felt frozen in place against the ballroom floor until she gathered the strength to do what she knew wasn’t going to work. 

follow you. 

she learned rather quickly that running in $1800 heels was not on her list of special skills and talents. despite being far behind you and aeri, she held onto hope that she’d catch up upon hearing your rushed footsteps. she made it to the porte-cochère just in time to see a driver closing the backseat door of a black van. yunjin stumbled over her large dress and fell onto the pavement  and when she looked up she saw your eyes locked with hers. the black phantom style mask that decorated your face was gone, revealing your identity. meanwhile, the silver mask still framed her chocolate brown eyes, but it didn’t hide the tears that began to fall behind it. your heart broke seeing her alone watching you leave, until you saw someone rush out of the hotel doors. the young man wrapped his arm around hers and helped her stand, only for her to nearly fall once again. however the man caught her in his arms and she stared at him as he wrapped a protective arm around her waist, his free hand wiping her tears. you lost sight of them after the van pulled off, and into the night. 

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚✭・彡♡・✫.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

“yunjin! i saw you dancing with that girl, was it jas-” yeonjun rushed over to her with a smile on his face. the grin quickly fell when he noticed her on the ground in a pile of silver tulle and sterling glitter. his voice softened in a way that was reserved for only her, “what happened?” she shook her head in refusal, he knew she was holding in tears but it was no use because the spilled over seconds later. yeonjun gently helped her up with an arm around her waist, holding her so close it almost hurt. pain shot through her knees and hands as he ever so softly wiped her tears away. he watched the van pull away before he asked her seriously, “who was that?” yunjin shrugged weakly and mumbled, “i dunno jus-just…can you take me home?” he nodded and helped her over to a soft sofa inside the hotel lobby while he went to retrieve his and her personal items. 

a majority of the car ride yunjin remained silent in the passenger seat with her head against the window as yeonjun drove. he kept his eyes on the road as he asked, “was it her??” yunjin kept staring out the window watching cars whiz by on the highway. she sighed in defeat and answered plainly, “i dunno.” he stole a glance at her watching as she rested her head on the window and stared blankly at the night sky. he remained quiet for the rest of the drive, deciding that if she wanted to talk then she’d start the conversation instead. when they finally reached yunjin’s dorm he opened her door for her and helped her out of the car. her feet ached with every step she took, the aftermath of hours of standing and dancing in heels was just starting to settle on her body. yeonjun helped yunjin to the door, watching as she tried to hide the small winces of pain she let out every couple of steps. when they got to the front door yunjin moved to punch in the code but yeonjun stopped her. he quietly insisted, “i got it, jen.” she watched as he punched in the passcode to unlock her front door. the code changed every few months and it’d been around that long since he has had to bring her home too. she looked up at him and asked, “you still remember?” yeonjun didn’t answer, he only pushed the door open and led her inside after kicking off his shoes. this was one of the only times yunjin entered her house with her shoes on. yeonjun opened her bedroom door and let her inside, “sit on your bed.” she couldn’t help but let out a snort at the command to which he scoffed playfully, “you’re so annoying.” she sighed loudly when she fell into the comfort of her bed letting the pressure off of her feet for the first time. yunjin closed her eyes in relief and let her body relax into her plush comforter and blankets. she whined as she complained, “i’m so tired i’m just gonna shower in the morning. i just wanna go to sleep.” she struggled to reach over her shoulder then around her torso to try and untie the corset back of her gown. yeonjun just watched her in amusement to which she huffed, “it’s not that funny.” he responded through a chuckle, “it is a little funny.” she glared at him once more and he put his hands up in defeat, “okay fine. i’ll help you.”

he lifted yunjin’s hair up to unclasp her necklace, the familiar feeling of his gentle fingertips against her skin sent shivers up her spine. yeonjun murmured softly, “sorry my hands are cold…” yunjin let out a whisper, “‘s okay.” his hands then tugged at the knots of ribbon that was tied tightly against yunjin’s back. even after the ribbons were loosened, her breath was still caught in her chest. yeonjun’s hand against her bare back made her crave more with every passing second. she felt yeonjun start to leave her room so she could change when she turned around and tugged him closer to her. never minding the top of her gown slowly starting to droop, she placed yeonjun’s hand on her uncovered shoulders. she breathed out, “yeonjun…” immediately he cupped the side of her face and she leaned into his touch. he smiled genuinely at her and said, “yunnie, i love that you know i’ll always be here when you need me.” there was a pause and he slipped his hand from her face to hold her two hands in his, “but to keep things that way, we can’t do…this. you and i both know i’m not the one you want.” yunjin let out a defeated sigh and tears began to fill her eyes. yeonjun wiped the few that fell with his thumbs and left her to change silently.

yeonjun made his way to the bathroom and grabbed few bandaids, then two ice packs from the kitchen. just as he closed the freezer he heard a startled gasp from behind him. he turned around and saw sakura behind him looking half asleep. she asked, “yeonjun? why are you here?” the younger man motioned towards yunjin’s room, “i brought yunjin home from jisu’s party.” sakura immediately followed up with, “where’s zuha?” her tone was firm and almost harsh, the protectiveness evident in her voice. he stammered, “i-i didn’t know she was there. i um- i can go back and bring her home? yunjin just wanted to leave suddenly so i brought her home. i’m sorr-” right before he could finish yunjin opened her bedroom door a crack and softly called out, “jun?” sakura nodded with her head towards yunjin’s room, “it’s fine i know she went with friends. i’ll have someone else bring her home. thank you for bringing yunjin back.” yeonjun nodded and quickly rushed back to yunjin’s room but not before hearing sakura warn, “that doesn’t mean you can spend the night though.”

yeonjun opened yunjin’s bedroom door to see her laying on her bed with her legs out in front of her. he sat on the edge of her bed and smiled when she happily moved her legs across his lap. she winced as the cold ice packs hit her bruised knees and he took one of her hands into his own. she watched silently as he put two small bandages over her scraped up hands. for a moment he paused then asked, “why are all of these tube or apeach?” yunjin snorted then burst into laughter as she answered, “eunchae is specific of which kakao characters she wants. we still have three boxes of keroppi bandaids because she used all the my melody, hello kitty, cinnamoroll, and kuromi ones.” yeonjun laughed in amusement and took yunjin’s other hand to put one bandage onto it.

yunjin asked cautiously, “do you remember when i used to do this for you?” yeonjun’s smile widened as he laughed in slight embarrassment, remembering the nights he’d come back to yunjin bruised from hours of practicing and working out. time and time again she’d cover him in ice packs and plant gentle kisses against his bruised skin, claiming that it’ll help them feel better. those nights he’d fall asleep curled into her warm body and she’d stay, knowing she’d get an earful from chaewon or sakura in the morning. but it was all worth it because he was her happiness and she was his. now, a part of her a happiness lived in you— a stranger she didn’t know who may or may not have been the same person who broke her heart tonight.

she let herself get lost in her thoughts until she mused, “i  hope it wasn’t her.” yeonjun didn’t look up but he hummed, “hmm?” yunjin sighed and explained, “i um…the girl that i was running after. i had a feeling that she was my match. everything felt perfect, jun. we danced together at the end of the night and she was so charming and funny and beautiful. god, she was beautiful.” yeonjun laughed and nodded his head in agreement, “that’s diana for you.” yunjin asked in a somewhat shocked tone, “wait you saw her face too? and you know her?” yeonjun shrugged, “yes i saw her dummy i was right beside you.” yunjin hit his arm lightly, “don’t call me dumb. and how do you know her?” yeonjun continued explaining, “i mean we’ve met here and there. i know her enough to know that she’s super talented, incredibly humble, and genuinely a really good person. she cares about the people she loves and is always there for them when they need it.” yunjin mumbled under her breath, “i needed her with me but she left me alone.” yeonjun sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “i’m sure there was a reason for it, jen. being her match wouldn’t be terrible either, i know you think the same.” a smirk tugged on his lips at the last sentence and yunjin covered her blushing cheeks, ��oh hush!” when yeonjun finished with the last bandage he gently moved yunjin’s feet off of him. he stood up and said, “get some sleep, i’ll see you around yeah?” yunjin pouted and asked in the tone that used to make yeonjun cave every time, “stay?” yeonjun pulled her into a hug and planted a kiss on her forehead, “goodnight yunjin.” he left her room and turned off her lights before leaving the entire dorm and heading back to his own.

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hot tears ran down aeri’s cheeks as she tried to slow her breaths between harsh sobs while she sat back in her seat beside you in your manager’s van. you placed a hand over hers and grazed the top of her palm with your thumb soothingly. after a few moments she slowed her sobs and you cautiously asked, “what happened?” up until this point you had no idea why she rushed to leave, although it went unsaid that if one of your members needed a quick escape, you all left no questions needed in the moment. aeri sniffled then explained, “shotaro was there and i saw him with some other girl.” she sat in silence for a second then gasped, “wait that girl you left- was it her?” when you remained silent the older woman started to apologize profusely, “i’m so sorry- god i’m so dumb i should have just found another person to take me home why would i do that? i totally ruined your night with my boy drama and it wasn’t even that big of a deal and i have to find a way to make this up to you and her and-” you cut her off and said, “unnie stop. it’s okay…besides i don’t even know if it was her or not.” aeri dabbed her eyes and asked, “do you know who it was behind the mask?” you shook your head and answered, “no i recognized her voice a little but i couldn’t place a name to it….she definitely knows who i am though.” you fiddled with the mask in your hands as you remembered the last moments between you both. how she stared at you through tearful eyes in a silent plea not to leave her there alone as you just watched, not making any attempt to run back into her arms. 

aeri looked at you then smirked slightly, “i saw the two of you though…looked like you were having fun.” you hit her thigh playfully and rolled your eyes, “oh hush i saw you with that one girl too.” she clicked her tongue in disapproval, “no changing the subject, tell me how it was with you two first.” you smiled shyly and caved to her request, “well…i started dancing with her and we got to talking. she was really cute and she said she was one of jisu’s close friends. she was funny too and i think she thought the same about me? all i know is that i want to see her again…” the last part was more of you thinking aloud while remembering the million dollar smile and adorable laugh of your dance partner. there was something about her that just felt familiar to you, as if you knew her prior to your first meeting tonight. aeri teased you, “awe look at you all giddy with that stupid little smile on your face.” before you could respond you felt your phone vibrate in your blazer pocket, your face dropped seeing it was your little sister calling you. 

“hello?” you answered with a serious tone, worried that your little sister was calling you over something urgent. you didn’t give her a chance to reply before you asked, “minji? what’s going on? are you okay?” the younger girl nearly shouted, “no i’m not okay! why didn’t you tell me that hanni unnie and winter unnie are dating?” you pulled your phone from your ear and put the phone on speaker, then switching to english as you asked, “what?” minji repeated in english, “why didn’t you tell me that hanni unnie and minji unnie are a thing? i’m your little sister how could you keep this from me?” aeri and you shared confused glances before aeri spoke up, “we don’t even know what you’re talking about. who told you that?” the younger girl beamed, “oh hi aeri unnie! and hanni unnie told me a few minutes ago, she just got back from that gucci event she went to. i thought you would have known something about it?” you left out a sigh and told her, “no we don’t but we’re on our way home now so i’ll ask minjeong unnie about it when we get back okay?” minji hummed and then you chided gently, “and next time please don’t call me like that again. i thought something bad happened, you almost gave me a heart attack, minj’.” your younger sister laughed, “my bad, sorry.” you then said, “alright it’s late and you have work in the morning, go to sleep okay?” minji agreed and responded, “okay i will, goodnight.” you both hummed in unison and you added, “i love you minj’.” your little sister quickly tacked on, “i love you too unnie. bye bye.” when your manager arrived to your dorm, you and aeri got out of the van and went upstairs just to find minjeong pacing the kitchen nervously. her stomach dropped when she saw you in front of her, she opened her mouth to say something but you cut her off, “winnie- why is my little sister calling me at 3 AM claiming that you’re dating hanni?” suddenly ningning walked from her room in pajamas and a bare face, clearly having gotten home slightly earlier than you and aeri. she gasped and and whisper yelled, “YOURE DATING HANNI???” minjeong nervously replied, “yes well no but-” she turned to face you then asked, referencing your little sister, “ how does she know about that? nevermind, it doesn’t matter.” you told her somewhat harshly, “it kind of does minjeong” the older woman rolled her eyes in frustration,“oh my god- i said it’s not a big deal! some male model was trying to hit on hanni earlier tonight and i stepped in and insinuated that she was with me. it wasn’t real and hanni knows that so your sister was probably just half assed listening or something. but it’s over so can we please just let it go?” just then jimin entered the room and asked, “minjeong-ah, why did ryujin just send me a text saying you told her you and hanni are together?” the brunette froze in place and her face ran pale as all the blood drained from her head. she looked at you in a silent plea of help and you immediately put the pieces together. however, knowing your leader, she wasn’t going to let this one go as easily.

minjeong swallowed thickly and tried to sound as convincing as possible, “we were exactly that, together. hanni was standing with me and we were enjoying the party together. ryujin must have misinterpreted my words or something.” karina pursed her lips as she onced the younger woman over. it was clear as day that she didn’t believe a word minjeong just said but for her sake and yours, she dropped the matter.

as jimin stared down at her phone, clearly texting ryujin her phone buzzed and she answered the call. there was a genuine smile on her face as jimin rasped in that low sultry tone that made minjeong weak in the knees, “jagi… .” the black haired girl moved slowly towards her room as ryujin responded, “i missed you tonight, i’ll bring you to my next event. have my baby girl be my plus one, yeah?” jimin giggled and bit one of her fingers as she happily agreed, “you’re the only one i’d imagine it with.” she walked back into her room and locked the door behind her, leaving you and your members standing in the kitchen. ningning placed a comforting hand on minjeong’s shoulder and then went back to her room to turn in for the night. aeri followed behind ningning, making her way to her bathroom to shower then head to bed. when it was just the two of you, minjeong’s face fell and her heart clenched before tears started welling in her eyes. you wrapped an arm around her shoulder to pull her into a hug. minjeong rested her head on your chest and you asked, “sleep in my room tonight?” she silently nodded and slowly started walking towards the bathroom to get ready for bed.

once you had also showered and freshened up for bed, you waited in your room for minjeong to join you. eventually, your bedroom door opened and minjeong’s eyes were puffy, clearly she’d cried herself dry in the shower. a frown formed on your lips and you opened your arms, “do you wanna tell me about it or just let me assume?” minjeong stayed silent for a moment then she murmured in english, “love is stupid.” you snorted and nodded in agreement, “i can’t argue with that one.”

minjeong let out a huff then explained quietly as if she was scared of someone overhearing, “i was standing around trying to just wait out the after-party. manager oppa said i couldn’t leave until 2:00 AM. so i hid in the bathroom for half an hour and then just tucked myself into a corner. then hanni came up to me and told me she was happy i was there…i think even though we aren’t friends, it’s just the familiarity of the mutual connection through you and minji. anyways, we were just talking and laughing about how we both wanted to go home. then ryujin came up to me when hanni left to go to the toilet. i think she knew i was trying to avoid seeing her all night, im not sure? but she started talking to me and asked me who i was with and i said i was with hanni because she just kept mentioning how she wanted to bring you know who as her date. I just got jealous. like whenever i see her all i can think about is how she’s just a constant reminder that i can’t be with um…anyways, it was fine until she brought someone up again for a third time and i got angry because i knew that she knew what she was doing just from looking at that stupid ass smirk she does. i dunno, i just got jealous so when hanni came back just pulled her super close to me to get ryujin to leave. and then i whispered to her what was happening so she didn’t think i was some creep or something and she told me to just follow her lead and she just clung to me for like ten minutes like those girls aeri meets at the clubs. fucking sucks. y/n i’m just- i know she’s your friend and all but i’m so tired of seeing her and hearing about her all the time. Everywhere i go ryujin is there, even in our dorm she’s here! and i feel selfish because i just want jimin unnie to be happy but it’s hard to see her happy when it’s with someone else.” 

you let out a disappointed sigh and you apologized gently, “i’m sorry winnie…i wish i could do something to help but all i can say is just hope things will work out. i know it might not seem like it but i know that jimin unnie cares about you more than you think.” the older woman shrugged and murmured, “i hope so.” the two of your were about to doze off when your door opened slowly and aeri popped her head in, she asked, “got room for one more?” you and minjeong waved her over and she shuffled in with her bunny slippers scuffling against the floor. she climbed into your bed and huffed, “y/n, don’t have feelings for anyone. ever. love sucks..” minjeong mumbled, “i agree, don’t do it.” you thought to yourself, “it may be too late for that.” 

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Undying Bonds (Part 5)

Pairing: Hongjoong x fem!reader, Seonghwa x fem!reader

AU: zombie apocalypse au

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: What could be worse than being separated from the love of your life in a zombie apocalypse? Hongjoong was forced to leave you behind with his friend, Seonghwa, as he ventures out alone to search for the rest of his missing group members. Will Hongjoong be successful in his solo mission to find his members? Will he be able to return to you unscathed? And what happens when you're stuck with his caring best friend, who is hopelessly in love with you, for too long?

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"You miss her, don't you?"

Hongjoong snapped out of his trance at Soyeon's voice, smiling briefly at her before nodding slightly, "I do. In fact, I don't think there has ever been a single moment where I don't miss her," The female stared at him in awe, "Huh, I guess you must really love her. Can't imagine how difficult it must have been for you to leave her behind."

Hongjoong swallowed the lump forming in his throat as the last memory of you once again flashed through his mind, "God, you have no idea. She was crying so much too, walking away from her was the hardest thing I had to do."

The heaviness in his tone rendered Soyeon speechless, especially since she has never seen a man be this affected and cared so much for a woman he loved. After all, her experiences with men both pre and post-apocalypse have only ever taught her that they absolutely cannot be trusted. Besides that, she personally could not relate to how he was feeling as she has never once been in love and probably never will at this point.

But one thing was for sure, she definitely felt immense respect for the faithfulness that Hongjoong displayed.

After much contemplation, Soyeon comes to the conclusion that it would probably be in her group's best interest to have an ally now that she has finally met another group that was trustworthy.

There was silence between them while Hongjoong worked on keeping his emotions in control, he couldn't afford to be a mess right now. Not when he was about to embark on another journey to locate Yunho and San next.

He told himself over and over again that you were safe with Seonghwa and that he should really be more concerned about his missing friends instead. To his utter dismay, he couldn't shake off the ominous feeling he's been getting whenever his thoughts drift to you and Seonghwa.

Please be alright, both of you. Just hold on for a bit more, I'll be back as soon as I can. We'll all be together again, just like old times.

The pair of leaders watched as Yeosang and Wooyoung busily equipped themselves with armour and weapons that Yuqi and Shuhua brought over first thing in the morning while Miyeon prepared some food for them to bring along.

Everyone moved about systematically in completing their tasks quickly to ensure Hongjoong and his boys could be well prepared and begin their journey by the golden hour when the least amount of zombies was predicted to be out and about.

When the boys were all set and ready to go, both groups stood around to bid each other goodbye as a form of courtesy.

Soyeon patted the male leader on the shoulder, "Look Hongjoong, I know we got off on the wrong foot but I understand now that your intentions are pure. So, if you ever find yourself in a situation where you require assistance or even a place to seek refuge, I want you to know that you can always come to me and my girls for that."

Hongjoong's eyes widened slightly in surprise before he reached to accept her outstretched hand in a firm shake.

The simple action solidified their alliance.

"Thank you, Soyeon, for everything. I really appreciate it. We may not be able to provide a safe sanctuary but likewise, you can also come to me and my group if you ever need any help as well."

Yeosang and Wooyoung nodded along to their group leader's words, they were beyond thankful for all the help they have received from Soyeon and her friends thus far despite the initial misunderstanding.

The duo may or may not have wished death upon Soyeon at first but that much was to be expected when they were literally being held captive by her, not knowing if they were even going to have the opportunity to see the light of day again. The terror they were put through from being captured to witnessing their precious Hongjoong hyung held at gunpoint and nearly exchanging his life for their safety, those experiences were not something Yeosang and Wooyoung could simply forget overnight.

But then again, they wouldn't dismiss the fact that Soyeon and her friends have indeed made up for all that trauma by providing them with a place to stay when she could have just let them go the day before without giving a shit about their well-being. What's more, the girls went the extra mile to help prepare them for their trip ahead.

They definitely didn't see that coming but they weren't about to complain.

It was safe to say that Soyeon and her friends have fully redeemed themselves through their efforts. The boys were overall just really glad to have more allies than enemies. Whatever it is, they only hoped that they never have to cross paths with Stray Kids at all.

"All the best, my friend. You must go back to her at all costs."

Hongjoong didn't need anyone to remind him that but he smiled gratefully back at Soyeon regardless.

Meanwhile, you watched in horror as Seonghwa struggled tiredly against the zombie above him. You wondered what had happened out there, you had no doubt he could've taken them all out effortlessly since he has handled twice more than this amount of zombies before and he's never had a problem doing so.

Something else must have caused him to tire out so quickly, you were sure of it.

You didn't realise you were holding your breath until Mingi successfully takes out the zombie, wasting no time in rescuing Seonghwa. Not wanting to stand around helplessly, you rushed to open the door while Mingi helped Seonghwa up before staggering their way back into the store.

Felix and Jeongin huddled around in a corner to make way for the two tall males.

After making sure the door was locked and secured, you immediately made your way towards your friends only to feel your heart drop at the sight of blood staining most of Seonghwa's shirt. It scared you to death when you saw how pale he looked from the loss of blood, "That darn zombie… pushed me against some concrete debris, it cut my side…" He muttered breathlessly, explaining like he just read your mind.

Mingi seemed lost after setting his friend down, not quite knowing how to deal with the situation since he had little to no experience with first aid. He looked to you for help and you blinked rapidly before stepping in to take the lead instead, "Alright uhh… M-Mingi, I'm going to need you to get me the first aid kit from the b-back of the store."

Your hands trembled as you tried to take Seonghwa's jacket off of him as gently as you could, you couldn't hurt him any more than he already was.

Your actions come to a halt when he enclosed a frail hand around your shaky one, "Don't cry, I… I-I'm okay," You bit onto your bottom lip to stifle your sobs, your vision blurring from the tears forming, "N-no, you're not and t-this is all my fault. God, if only I didn't make you go out there… Seonghwa, I-I'm so sorry!"

He chuckled lightly before croaking, "Gee, I don't know if I sh-should be happy, y-you're finally crying over me for a change," Even at the brink of death, he still tries to put your emotions first. You desperately tightened your hold on his shirt, glaring tearfully at him, "Save your energy if you're only going to talk nonsense."

Seonghwa smiled weakly at you before his eyes rolled to the back of his skull, his hands falling limp by his sides.

No words could describe the exact emotions that ran through you at that moment, "Yah, don't you dare leave me! You hear me, Park Seonghwa?!" You were a complete mess by the time Mingi returned with what you asked, his face falling when he realised that his friend had passed out and you were visibly panicking.

He knew he had to do something because you were obviously not in the right state to treat anyone. Not like this.

Placing the kit down beside you, Mingi gripped your shoulders firmly in an attempt to ground you, making you look at him, "Listen to me, noona. Seonghwa hyung needs you, I need you too! So, please pull yourself together. Only you can save him now," You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded quickly, "Right. I'll save him, Mingi."

With a newfound determination, you took a deep breath to calm yourself and made quick work to tend to the large gash on Seonghwa's side with Mingi's assistance. The younger male handed you everything you needed while you thoroughly cleaned the wound before sewing it up neatly and wrapping him up with bandages. You sighed in relief once you were done with the final step.

Who knew your hobby of watching surgery videos for fun could ever come in handy someday. Your boyfriend and his friends used to judge you for your bizarre interest in such gory content but you were just glad you could finally put those skills to good use. What you were certain of is that no one was ever going to make fun of you for that again.

With Mingi's help, the two of you moved your unconscious friend to his sleeping bag before you carefully removed his bloodied shirt to replace it with a clean one instead.

For a moment, you completely forgot about the two new boys as you settled down beside Seonghwa, moving to grasp one of his hands in yours. You stroked your thumbs softly over his skin, this was the hand that had protected and comforted you countless times. The warmth in it brought you so much relief, it meant he was still with you.

I almost lost you today, Hwa. I'm never losing you again.

The tears you tried so hard to hold back earlier finally spilt out freely now as you pressed your forehead against the back of his hand that was still in your hold, "I won't forgive you if you leave me, Park Seonghwa. Don't you even think about it, I won't allow it."

Mingi stood behind you quietly, wiping his own tears away.

Sometimes Mingi wondered if you ever noticed how Seonghwa has already so clearly become a pillar of support for you.

He may be an idiot but even he could see the way Seonghwa looked at you, the way he was constantly there for you, always ensuring your safety and doing his best to protect you whether or not there were any dangers around.

Mingi had his suspicions before from observing the way Seonghwa treated you. It was different compared to how the rest of the boys, including himself, did. Whatever theories he had in his mind were confirmed with the start of the zombie apocalypse, Seonghwa's non-platonic feelings for you became clear as day.

He shuddered to think of the possibility that Hongjoong was also aware of this. That would complicate things and the thought made him uncomfortable, he couldn't afford to lose Hongjoong, Seonghwa or you. You have all become one big family at this point and he can only hope that Seonghwa's feelings for you do not create any problems for the group.

Happy that his friend's condition was finally stable, Mingi excused himself from the back room to check on the two newcomers instead.

Now that you weren't there to baby those kids, Mingi was determined to feel them out. He wasn't going to let them off the hook easily if he finds anything even remotely suspicious at all. Especially after how his friend almost lost his life rescuing them.

Seeing Seonghwa in that state filled Mingi with guilt. After all, he was the one who got the elder into this situation. This was all his fault, he vowed to never go against Seonghwa again. He should've known his hyung's judgement was rarely ever wrong.

There better not be any funny business here or I swear to god, I don't know what I'd do to these boys.

"Hyung, I see it! The high school is just over there!"

Wooyoung yelled enthusiastically from a distance, excitedly waving the other two over.

He would be lying if he said he wasn't eager to see his best friend again, Wooyoung was aware that he himself was also a coward but everyone knew San was the one who needed most protection. He's been worried sick about his friend ever since they got separated but it did at least comfort him to know that the other was with Yunho.

"Shh, not so loud! Do you want us to die before we even find Yunho and Sannie?" Hongjoong hissed, hurriedly closing the distance between them to smack a hand over the younger male's head.

Yeosang snickered when Wooyoung pouted, muttering an apology and rubbing the back of his head as they trudged after the leader who was now taking charge of leading the way now that they have finally arrived at their destination.

It didn't take the three of them too long to locate the high school and to get there at all. There were inevitably some of the undead loitering about here and there along the way but it was nothing they couldn't handle.

Yeosang and Wooyoung got slightly better at holding in their loud shrieks whenever coming face to face with a zombie. Perhaps it was the survival instincts or perhaps it was Hongjoong's deadly glares shooting their way at every little sound they make, whatever it was, the leader was just thankful for the major improvement because it surely made the journey much smoother than he had anticipated.

He supposed he could only expect so much silence from Wooyoung until his excitement kicks in like the child he was. Sighing to himself in guilt for telling the younger off so bluntly, he moved to ruffle said member's hair playfully. His heart warming when Wooyoung beamed adorably at him, further strengthening his will to protect his fellow group members.

Hongjoong instructed his friends to secure their weapons upon reaching the school gates, "Remember, don't let your guard down easily and stay close to each other at all times. We can never be too sure if we're truly safe." The two nodded and did as they were told.

"We're ready, hyung. Let's find them." Yeosang says, he was set on getting all of his friends back. This was the first time that their group was broken apart and he wishes it would also be the last, he wasn't sure he could take being away from them without knowing if they were alright like this again.

Without wasting another minute, the three entered the school grounds vigilantly in search of their friends.

Floor after floor they looked meticulously, eliminating a few zombies they spotted wandering around. The harsh reality hit them when they had to kill these particular zombies because they were literally kids, their torn school uniforms made that clear. Hongjoong ran a hand through his hair to avoid thinking about the fact that these kids didn't even get to see their parents before turning.

The trio made the decision to lay the few bodies respectfully in a classroom instead, they figured the last thing they wanted to see was dead kids lying around. Wooyoung sniffled, shaky hands hovering over the eyes of one of the kids to gently close them before working with Yeosang to pull a large cloth over their bodies.

Rest in peace, kids. I hope you're all in a better place, I'm sure anywhere is better than here right now.

Once that was done, they continued on with the search by moving up to the highest floor. The first few classrooms were disappointingly empty, the boys were beginning to grow antsy with Yunho and San being nowhere in sight. Only a few more classrooms left to search and that would be all, Hongjoong was afraid because he had no idea where else those two could have gone if they weren't here.

The leader reached for the door to the following classroom, pulling it open slowly only to jump back in shock when he was faced with the barrel of a shotgun.

"Stay back if you know what's good for you, I will not hesitate to shoot."

That voice. It was Yunho.

Hongjoong raised his arms to signal they meant no harm and to avoid further provoking his friend, the ends of his lips tugging up slightly, "Will you really shoot us, Yunho-yah?"

They watched in amusement as the tall male's eyes rounded in recognition, "Hyung! Yeosang, Wooyoung! Oh my god, you're here!" He immediately put his weapon aside to hug his friends. Wooyoung, being the impatient person he was, frowned and pulled away quickly to ask where his best friend was.

Yunho visibly froze at the question, "A-about that… Guys, there's something I need to tell you." Hongjoong did not like where this was going one bit.

Dread filled his being as his eyes darted around the classroom that his friend took refuge in before they landed on a hunched figure that was barricaded by some tables and chairs in a corner.

Nothing could have prepared the three of them for the words that were about to leave Yunho's mouth.

"Sannie… H-he's infected."

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