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astraystayyh · 3 months

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pieces of you

single dad!chan. x fem!reader

genre : neighbors!au. fluff. angst. slow burn. mutual pining. 8.7k wc

summary : In which you and chan are each other's missing pieces. Alternatively, Chris and his daughter come knocking at your apartment asking for flour, and he's no longer embarrassed when you open the door.

a.n. : my chris best girl dad agenda is going strong!!!!!! my second fic for the winter falls collab with my writer xi hehe i hope you will all enjoy reading!! feedback is highly appreciated 🤍 the song chris will write for sowon is light by sleeping at last, highly recommend listening to it!!

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“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

“Shh, daddy smile.”

Soft murmurs linger just beyond your door, elusive words that could easily be dismissed as figments of your imagination. However, any doubt in your mind dissipates with three resounding knocks, jolting you from your momentary contemplation.

A reluctant groan escapes you as you glance down at your attire—a loosely hanging oversized hoodie, a testament to the numerous times it has been tugged down, and a pair of pajama pants whose matching top has mysteriously vanished. Clearly, you don't feel presentable enough to welcome anyone at this late hour. So, you remain motionless, futilely lowering the TV volume in hopes that whoever's behind the door will just continue with their night. But the knocks persist against your wish, so, with a resigned sigh, you rise from your seat, your blanket cascading to the ground in a soft descent.

“What–” the words dissolve in your mouth like a sweet nectar as you open the door, your eyes beholding no one in your periphery. A slight tug at your pants draws your attention downward, only to find the most adorable child your eyes have ever laid on. She's clad in Rapunzel-themed pajamas, wolf slippers bumping into your plain ones, and, to your surprise, a whisk cradled in her small hand.

“Hey there,” your voice softens as you crouch to meet her warm gaze. You find an innocent happiness gleaming in her eyes, a radiant spark shining even beneath the corridor's muted light. Two dimples adorn her cheeks as she smiles at you.

“Hi, my dad wants to tell you something,” she says, pointing with her whisk to the very end of the hallway. You crane your neck, trying to catch a glimpse of the elusive figure.

“Your dad?”

“Mm. He’s a bit shy, that’s why he’s hiding,” she confides in a whisper. But, despite her earnest attempt, her words still resound loudly in the vacant space, causing giggles to spill out of your mouth.

“And you aren’t shy?” you inquire, tilting your head.

“Nu-uh,” she shakes her head with conviction as someone emerges behind her. She instinctively wraps an arm around their leg, nestling her cheek against their thigh.

She isn't shy because she feels protected.

You rise from your place, eyes locking with a familiar shade of brown. Only these hold a mesmerizing quality to them making your very breath catch in your throat. Kindness pours from his gaze as it travels down your face, a sentiment that further materializes as delicate smile lines stitch around the corner of his eyes.

He’s beautiful.

Your eyes trail down to two pairs of dimples, mirroring the ones of his daughter perfectly. She is his living portrait, sharing his eyes, lips, and smile. Yet, his cheeks blush in a hue she does not possess, while his left hand fiddles with his earlobe, in an unspoken, timid gesture. For some odd reason, it pierces straight through your heart.

“Sorry for bothering you,” a smooth Australian accent rolls off his tongue, similar to rich butter spread on warm bread- it infuses your being with tingles pulsating from the base of your toes. You suddenly no longer miss your blanket.

“I'm your next-door neighbor. We were just making cookies and we realized we actually don’t have flour,” he explains, a bashful smile imprinted onto his lips.

“You didn’t check beforehand?” you ask, laughter tinting your voice.

“I forgot,” he admits, but his tone sounds almost sad as if beating himself over it. A fleeting shadow veils his face briefly, dissipating like a passing cloud grazing the sun.

“Can we borrow some from you? I told Sowon that we could go to the store but she said it’s too cold out,” he asks, his hand resting on his daughter’s shoulder soothingly.

“It is too cold out,” you agree with a frown, looking down at Sowon to which she smiles brightly, happy to have your support.

“And of course, I'll bring you flour. Don’t worry about it. Do you want to come in meanwhile?”

“It's okay, we'll wait here. Don’t want to intrude.”

“Thank you!” Sowon beams, her missing tooth in full display.

“Yeah, thank you so much…” he trails out, tilting his head as if to silently inquire about your name.

“Yn. And you?”

“Chris.”

“Nice to meet you, Chris,” you smile, shaking his extended hand. His fingers wrap around your palm, and it feels as if you’re grasping thunder, crackling with an electricity that your eyes can’t behold, yet your soul does, suddenly illuminated from within.

Your smile grows as you detach yourself from his hold, before bending forward to bop Sowon’s nose. “And nice to meet you too Rapunzel.”

Your words make her hide behind her father’s leg, peeking out slightly to look at you.

“See I'm not the only one who gets shy,” Chan chuckles, and Sowon whines in complaint, further burying her face in her dad’s grey sweatpants.

Adorable, so much it stirs a long-forgotten melancholy within your being.

“She gets a pass, she's still young, right Sowon?”

“Are you calling me old then?” Chan fakes outrage, bringing one hand to his chest while the other cradles Sowon’s back.

“Old enough to forget about flour,” you wink and he laughs, looking down at your slippers.

“Touché.”

A few minutes go by before you come back, a recipient full of flour in your hands. The sight before you makes you pause in your tracks– Chris, leaning against the wall, Sowon propped on his hip, her arms loosely hanging around his neck, her eyes closed.

“Did she…” you whisper and he turns to you.

“Yeah, fell asleep,” he smiles fondly, tucking a few strands of her hair behind the curve of her ear. “She’ll be disappointed when she wakes up to no cookies. She wanted us to have a baking holiday tradition.”

“You don’t know how to make them?”

“No, I was counting on a six-year-old to assist me,” he chuckles quietly, prompting a snort from you.

“Well, keep the flour, in case you need it again.”

“Thank you, Yn,” he grins, the smile taking over his entire face, grabbing the recipient from you.

“You’re welcome Chris,” you say, as you both linger around the door still, not making any attempt to move.

Your eyes refuse to peel away from his, as if there were a magnetic force drawing you to him, telling you that your gaze belonged to rest on him.

“Uhm,” he clears his throat, leaning away from the wall. “I'll get going.”

“Yeah, sleep well, Chris.”

“Thank you,” he smiles before turning around.

An idea brews in your head, a germ sprouted by the clear adoration in which Sowon gazed at her dad, and the disappointment in his face as he said he would no longer be making cookies. Had you wished to dig a little deeper, you would’ve also found a long-buried feeling of a little girl who would have loved holiday traditions as well. You close the door before heading straight to your kitchen.

One hour later

You knock softly on Chris’ door, fidgeting from one foot to another. You almost retract back to your apartment after your fourth knock, when the door finally opens, Chris coming into your line of sight.

“Hi,” you greet, hands behind your back.

“Hey,” he smiles, leaning his arm on the doorway, right above your head. He tilts his head to the side, silently wondering what you want. The words dissolve in your mouth at the way his eyes fixate on you as if trying to peer behind your irises onto your mind.

“Cookies,” you bring the plate before him, as his eyes grow wide, an incredulous smile drawn on his lips.

“You made them?”

“Yeah, didn't want Sowon to be disappointed,” you shrug and his eyes grow wild, racking all over your face in disbelief.

“You didn't have to do this,” he finally says, tone softening, syllables ringing like a sweet sonnet in your ears.

“I know. I wanted to. and I'm a baker so making cookies comes easily to me, don't worry about it,” you shrug sheepishly, biting your lower lip slightly. You felt scrutinized by him in ways you haven't felt before.

“Thank you, Yn, I don’t even know what to say,” he says, his smile resembling a beam of light. A surge of pride courses through you at managing to bring it forth.

“No need to say anything. I hope I didn't wake you up,” you smile sheepishly and he shakes his head.

“No, I- I was working in my studio and Sowon is asleep. It's just us two. Always has been,” he adds, tone slightly changing, air growing heavier between you both. It's just them two.

“Studio?” you inquire, hoping to dispel the tension latching around you both.

“I'm a music producer,” he clarifies. “I made a studio here so I could stay the night with Sowon.”

“I'm sure she appreciates that,” you say as you hand the plate to him. His fingertips brush against your own, and a slight electricity courses through you at the touch, the hallway suddenly brighter from the fireworks ricocheting off of you both.

“I…. I'll get going.”

“Yeah, yeah, don't want to take more of your time.”

“I'll see you around.”

“Yeah, I'll see you,” he says, words not ringing carelessly into the air, sounding more like a promise. He'll see you, he'll make sure of it.

ii.

“Can you wait!” a voice echoes near the building entrance, and you prevent the elevator doors from closing as hurried steps near you.

You recognize the voice easily by the light tingles running down your spine, the Australian accent shooting straight through your heart. Its owner materializes, Chris— leather jacket hugging his muscles snuggly, black t-shirt tucked into a pair of blue jeans, cap nestled on his head, rebellious strands of ebony hair peeking behind it.

You find the breath knocked out of you once again at his sight. He's beautiful, even more so in broad daylight, where every feature of his comes to life, beckoning, demanding your sole attention.

“Hey, Yn,” he smiles in delight, uttering your name in a familiarity that infuses your being with warmth. Even though you've only talked once, two days ago.

“Hey, Chris,” you greet back, pressing the fourth elevator button again. you face the mirror to find Chris already looking at you, his eyes instantly locking with yours.

“The cookies were good,” he smiles softly and you grin. “I'm glad you think so.”

“Where is your bakery? I need to taste more of your baking.”

The butterflies in your stomach tone down at his words, your attraction momentarily forgotten as gratitude coats your heart instead.

“I can text you the address?” you propose.

“Yeah, here,” he takes out his phone, a picture of him and Sowon set as his lock screen— their cheeks are pressed tightly to one another, messily done eyeliner on both their eyes. you giggle to yourself as you grab the device.

“Cute picture,” you muse and he brings an arm to his neck, scratching the side of it timidly.

“She insists on trying her makeup on me.”

“She makes you look better,” you giggle and he rolls his eyes, tongue poking against his cheek.

“She wants to become a stylist,” he explains, as the elevator doors open. He lets you out first, arm stretched forward.

“I find her passion really cute so I buy her anything she asks for,” he shrugs and you chuckle, pointing to the bag of pink ribbons he is carrying.

“Let me guess, she wants to use these on you?”

“Yeah. She also said that I quote ‘need to learn new hairstyles because her friends always come to class with intricate braids, and she can't go to class with a simple one.’” He repeats, tone growing slightly high-pitched as he mimics his daughter's words. Yet, the fond smile on his face is louder, screaming of his love for her.

“She has you wrapped around your finger,” you muse, leaning against your door. The keys in your bag are long forgotten.

“She can be very scary for such a little girl.”

“What does she threaten you with?” you ask, feigning horror.

“No goodnight kisses,” he whispers, as if scared she'd hear him beyond the wooden door.

“Torture,” you gasp, placing your hand on his shoulder reassuringly. Yet, the smiles slip out of your face instantly. Was it normal for clothes to dissolve under your touch, layers of cotton and leather doing nothing to stop the warmth of his skin from seeping through you? Was it normal to be so affected by such an innocent touch?

“Uhm,” you clear your throat, “I can help you. with her hair, I mean.”

“You don't have to. I already took too much from your time with the cookies,” he seems truly apologetic, his tone sobering as if despising others doing things for him. You see yourself in him, in the way he wants to carry the world’s burden on his shoulders. It is a reflection you wish to mend.

“I don't mind, I remember feeling jealous of the other girls in my school so I made myself learn all the braids.”

And then you see his gratefulness, the twinkle in his eyes that you can only grasp for a millisecond before they disappear into moon crescents. Happiness looks grand on him, overtaking his entire face, brightening his features with a glow too ethereal to be of mankind, as if they were carved to translate joy. You find yourself willing to give up more of your time to see it.

“Thank you,” he breathes out and you nod, a grin taking over your face as well.

“You’re welcome. Let me just change my clothes.”

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“And then, you pull the right strand all over to the middle one. Then you repeat, this way the ribbon is braided into the hair,” you explain to a very concentrated Chris, his eyebrows furrowed as he follows your movements.

“It looks easy when you do it,” he frowns and you giggle, handing the mirror to Sowon so she'd be able to look at her hair.

“Do you like it,” you ask, a tad apprehensive and she beams, dimples that almost swallow her chubby cheeks surging forth.

“Pretty!” she exclaims and you giggle, bopping her nose. “You are pretty.”

“And you are pretty too. right, daddy?”

You turn back to find Chris watching you, a smile so fond on his face that it renders your insides putty, coats your cheek in the palest shade of pink.

“Very much so,” he says, tone quieter, his eyes never leaving yours.

Sowon suddenly climbs on her dad’s lap, star and moon stickers in hand. She places them all over his face, and he sits there diligently, arms wrapped around her midriff so she won't slip away. Every carefully placed sticker is punctuated by a soft gasp from him and a small giggle from her. You could feel the love radiating from both of them, a feeling so strong it made your heart twist in your chest.

Were there red neon exits you weren’t aware of in your being? Ones through which love trickled away all these years ago? Were the spaces between your fingers carved to hold someone’s hand, or to make everything you've ever wanted slip from your grasp?

“What do you think?” Sowon startles you and you force a smile on your face, willing the heaviness in your heart to dissipate. There were questions you'd never find the answers to, you had to make peace with that.

“I love it!” you grin and Sowon nods, satisfied. You look down at your lap as Chris fixates his eyes on you, a worried crease growing between his eyebrows.

“Fun is over, you need to do your homework, Miss Bang,” he scolds and you snort, as Sowon rolls her eyes slightly.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” he fakes offense and you giggle as Sowon huffs slightly. “Dad, I told you I have no homework. I already did it with uncle Felix.”

“Oh, right,” he deflates slightly before brightening up once again, “then, you should put away all these hairbrushes and ribbons, okay?”

“Will you watch a movie later with me?”

“Of course, baby.”

“Okay then,” she grins, quickly standing up to start putting away her things. you smile, getting up your turn to leave. Chris understands and stands with you on cue.

“You can stay and watch the movie with us.”

“It's okay, I have some things to work on,” you turn around, but then you feel his fingers wrapping around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“Are you okay?” he asks, hand still burning straight through your skin, igniting a million nerve ends with a simple touch. You avoid his eyes, looking down at the ground. It seems to be response enough for him.

“We’re conditioned to say yes even when we aren’t, right?” he speaks softly, his words travel through your veins in a rapid course against the current of your blood— which one will reach your heart first and flood it?

Your facade cracks. His voice wins.

“So, you don't have to reply now,” his thumb swipes once across your pulse. “But I'll be here if you ever wish to tell the truth.”

iii.

You’ve grown exceptionally fond of Chris in the span of mere months, more than you would like to admit to yourself. It was an easy task, as natural as the current of a waterfall. Yet, you did not plan for it, for a new emotion to settle on top of your lungs, to make you more aware of your heart and how it beats, slightly faster, around Chris. But it happened serendipitously, against all odds, when he knocked on your door at 10 p.m. asking for salt.

“Should I start buying groceries for you?” you joked, and it took Chris a millisecond longer to respond, his gaze wandering across your face, as if discovering the world’s eighth wonder, hidden in plain sight all these years.

“For my defense, I have a daughter that likes experimenting with cooking,” he smiled, and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Just with salt?”

“She added four teaspoons of it in an omelet. Then forced me to eat it because I always tell her food shouldn't go to waste,” he shudders at the memory and you chuckle loudly.

Chris knocks on the doors of your heart, once.

It happened when you spotted a cockroach the size of your palm on your bedroom wall. You would’ve killed it, you were going to, except it started flying towards you and you let out a loud shriek you didn’t know your vocal chords were capable of conjuring. So, you called Chris.

“Can you please come over,” you murmured, crouching near the entrance door, a pair of slippers in your hand.

“Why are you whispering? are you okay?” he sounded worried, and you heard the turning of a lock as he opened the door to his apartment. He didn’t ask questions, instantly coming to your aid. A sudden urge to weep filled your being at his gesture.

“There is a cockroach. a flying one,” you precised, horror dripping from your tongue and his laugh flooded your ear, tiny squeaks that made your hold on the slipper grow limp.

“I'm from Australia,” he knocked on your door, and you stood up promptly. “I've seen worse,” he said once you finally opened it, his eyes softening incredibly when they met yours.

He did kill the cockroach, by spraying your insect repellent enough times to asphyxiate you too. “I don't think I can sleep in there tonight,” you sighed, gulping down ice cold water, “why does it feel like we went through war?”

“We? You were behind my back all the time.”

“I was cheering you on, from afar. Spiritually.”

“I can’t believe a cockroach scares you this much.”

“You literally screamed when it flied towards you too.”

“I didn't scream! I made a very manly, non-terrified sound.”

“Mm, sure,” you giggled, voice softening at the blushing of the tip of his ears. Chris didn't have to force the door down to your heart, you willingly opened it for him.

And after that, it was a race to find the silliest excuses to see one another. Chris suddenly taking up an inkling for baking, you manifesting a newfound interest in music, Sowon needing her makeup done for a dance, Chris visiting you in your bakery, Sowon craving your cookies and you teaching her the recipe, Chris knocking on your door and you knocking on his. The same giddy smiles on your faces as you usher each other in. And it always, always ending with a movie night.

“Let's watch Tangled,” Sowon exclaims, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Baby, we watched this movie for the past…” he looks at you for support. “Three,” you whisper, a bashful smile on your face. “Yeah, for the past three movie nights,” he whines slightly.

“But I love it,” she says, her pout morphing into a huge grin. “Again! Again! Again!”

“Fine,” he concedes, mouthing “save me,” from afar to you. You giggle softly while Sowon cozies up to your side, your arm naturally draping across her body while her legs stretch atop Chris’ lap, naturally, as if having you both by her side was the way things have always been. The only reality she’s ever known.

It is a fleeting fifty minutes as the three of you watch the movie, Sowon reciting excitedly the lines that she seems to remember. But then the quiet is replaced by her soft snores, her body growing light against you.

“She fell asleep,” you whisper, tapping Chris’ shoulder to catch his attention. He tilts his head to the side, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as his eyes land on his daughter.

“I'm sorry you have to watch the same movie every time,” he says apologetically and you shake your head.

“I don't mind. Tangled is a good movie.”

“Are you here just because of the movie?” he smiles, dimples peeking through. The juxtaposition between the weight of his words and the soft expression on his face makes a buzzing warmth spread through you. He’s cold and hot, in and out, yours but not.

“What do you want me to be here for?” you throw back, squeezing his shoulder slightly.

“The company.”

“I do find Sowon entertaining.”

“Just her?” he pouts and you giggle, tipping your head back.

“And you too, I suppose, by extension.”

“By extension, mm,” he hums, as he gathers Sowon in his arms, freeing her from your hold. “Then I guess I shouldn't come visit you in your bakery anymore. Since you only enjoy my presence by extension.”

“So sassy,” you shout-whisper as you both walk to Sowon's bedroom, “I like your company too, idiot.”

“Yeah?” he turns back to look at you, tone a tad bit too hopeful. He doesn’t care that he sounds eager for your approval, not when he feels as if he can only truly breathe when you're near.

“Yeah, Chris, I really do,” you speak earnestly, and Chris bites his lower lip slightly, suddenly overwhelmed by the gentleness of your tone. Your eyes follow his action instantly.

He lowers Sowon gently onto the bed and she stirs awake, blinking repeatedly at the both of you. “Yn,” she calls out quietly once her eyes land on yours and you kneel before her bed. Chris watches from the door entrance as Sowon cups her hand near your ear, before whispering something to you. He notices your body stiffening, your gaze fleeting to him before you relax, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

He wishes he could freeze time, stitch this moment into his eyelids until it is the only thing he sees when he goes to sleep. Loneliness is too big of an enemy for one person to fight off, but it seems more harmless when you are near.

Chris sees you right here, every night, not forcing your place into his family, but falling seamlessly into place. Perhaps you were the missing piece that’ll soothe the burn in his heart. Perhaps he’d let you in, even as fear paralyzes his being at the mere thought of asking you to stay.

One week later.

You've grown used to the knocks on your door at ungodly hours of the night, Chris seeking your company each time you both fail to fall asleep. Except this time, there is a chilling premonition in your heart as you walk to your home’s entrance, anxiety coiling like a steel ball in your throat.

“What’s wrong?” you ask upon opening the door, locking eyes with Chris's bloodshot gaze.

“Sowon,” he heaves, tone laden with fear, so different from how he usually pronounces her name. The syllables pierce through your heart like an arrowhead dipped in alarm.

“Sowon?” you question, peering behind him to his slightly ajar apartment door.

“Yes, she has a high fever, and it won’t come down. I tried everything, and I-I don’t know what to do anymore. She’s shaking, but I can’t—”He trembles, his quivers akin to delicate chinaware on the precipice of an earthquake, poised to shatter at your feet. You'd plunge to the ground first, anything to soften his impending collapse.

“It’s okay,” you soothe, your voice soft as you grasp his wrist. “Let’s go see her, okay?”

“It's her first time being this sick,” he whispers, clearly distraught, one hand running through his freshly dyed blonde hair.

“It's okay. Don’t panic, it happens. Did you give her medicine?”

“Yes, a few minutes ago,” he replies as you guide him towards her room.

“Good, it'll start working soon,” you reassure, opening the door and crouching before Sowon.

“Hey, Rapunzel,” you coo softly, and Sowon attempts to muster a smile. Her cheeks flush, eyes dim like withered petals.

“How are you feeling?” you ask, pressing your hand to her feverish forehead. You cast a wary glance at Chan, who's anxiously biting his thumb.

“Cold,” she whispers, and you nod, peeling off her blanket. “I know you are, but you have a high fever. We need to let it cool down, okay?”

“I-I’m shaking,” Sowon sighs, lower lip protruding and trembling, both from the iciness clawing at her frail being, and the tears welling in her waterline, like a cup on the brink of overflowing.

“Shh, don't cry. It will pass, it's okay,” you murmur soothingly, cradling her face on your lap, gently moving damp strands of her hair behind her ear.

“Chris, can you bring me a towel and a bowl with cold water?” you ask softly, and the man startles, painfully peeling his eyes away from his daughter, as if doing so would consign her to a dark fate.

“Sure. Sure,” he repeats, scurrying out of the room.

Sowon buries her cheek in your thigh, small hands clinging tightly to yours. You tie her hair up into a loose bun as Chan hurriedly comes back, a bassinet in his hand.

“Thank you,” you smile, as he kneels beside the bed, his hand resting on Sowon’s knee gently.

“Hey sweetheart,” he coos softly, and Sowon blinks at him, light spilling over her face.

“Hey daddy,” she replies as you dip the towel into the water, before squeezing the fabric to remove any liquid excess.

“You're being so strong. I love you so much my pretty girl,” he says, bringing her small hand to rest upon his cheek, bestowing a gentle kiss on her palm.

The moment feels so intimate, so tender, that you almost feel like an intruder. You imagine this is what thorns on roses must feel like, so out of place amid delicate petals and stems.

“I love you too,” she grins, and you remain silent, diligently wiping her face and neck with the dampened towel. You soon lose track of the number of times you've repeated this motion, but Sowon’s eyes are now closed and her body is no longer trembling.

You rest your palm upon her forehead, a sigh of relief escaping your body as you realize that her fever has gone down noticeably- the medicine finally taking effect.

“It's better now,” you smile reassuringly and Chris’s eyes widen, irises shaking as he looks back to his daughter.

“Will she be okay?”

“She will be. She just needs to sleep a bit.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Can we prepare her something to eat meanwhile?”

“Mm,” he absentmindedly nods, his fingers trailing down Sowon’s features delicately, resting upon her round cheeks.

"She looks just like you," you softly smile.

"I know," he admits, not with pride but in surrender, as if his reflection was nothing but a cursed fate. His voice tastes like ocean water, salty, acid, suffocating.

“Chris…” you trail off and he shakes his head, abruptly standing up.

“Let's make her chicken noodle soup. She loves it,” he says and you nod. A ticking bomb resides in his veins, devoid of a countdown, leaving you unsure of when he'll finally explode.

You get your answer soon after—it takes two minutes and thirty-three seconds for the first tear to roll down Chris’s cheek. You spot it as you retrieve carrots from the fridge, averting your gaze as Chan angrily wipes it away.

A few seconds later, five tears follow the same agonizing trail, and now the knife is shaking in Chris’s hands. He squeezes his eyes shut as if frustrated by his pain, by the emotions escaping through the cracks in his heart.

You stay silent, bringing the water to a simmer.

The clank of metal against the counter snaps your attention, and you see Chris with his head lowered down, his hands tightly clutching the counter.

Your tongue moves before you can order it to speak.

"Chris," you call out, your hand finding its place on his back. An ugly sob escapes his lips, a raw cry unearthed from the depths of the soil where he buried his feelings, never allowing himself the grace of grieving, then moving on.

“I'm a horrible father,” he utters so brokenly as if this idea were cemented into his head, woven into every thought of himself—an adjective that lingers like a phantom each time Sowon calls him dad.

“You're not, what are you saying?” you gently turn him around so he'd face you. But his eyes remain downcast, as if ashamed to meet your gaze.

“I didn't know what to do. I panicked. I-I wasn't enough to help her.”

“It's okay, you can't know everything, you are trying your best-”

“No, no, no, it's not just about this!” he snaps, despair clinging to his eyes as he finally looks at you. “It’s hard. It’s so hard to be here alone, and I- I try but it's not enough, I can't do everything and I'm not a good enough parent for her, there will a-always be something missing.”

“You're wrong,” you say but he shakes his head in disagreement. “Chris, you're wrong,” you cradle his face, taking you both by surprise. Your thumb swipes gently underneath the skin of his eyes, wiping his cascading tears.

“You love Sowon. And she can feel it, she can see it, she can hear it. Everyone can. A parent can't be perfect, but they should love. And you love her.”

“What if I can't even love her enough for a father? How will I ever fill the role of two parents?” he's leaning onto your palm, hanging onto your every word. You'd sit for hours and untangle every thread of his mind if you have to, until you single out the infested one and burn it away.

“She loves you Chris. She looks at you as if you hang every star in the sky. As if you're responsible for every good thing that happens in our world. She loves you and you love her.”

You gaze up at the ceiling, tears welling in your eyes. Chan notices the subtle tremble in your hand against his cheek.

“If I had someone who loved me as much as you love Sowon when I was a child, I would've turned out so differently,” you smile bitterly, swallowing down the lump in your throat.

“You won't be a perfect dad. You can't be. But she won't grow up with a throbbing heart, pulsating because of a void that cannot be filled. Her veins won't be poisoned by hate and abandonment. Because she knows what it's like to be loved,” you pause, as your voice breaks, traitorous tears rolling down your cheeks. “To be cared for.”

Your eyes hold his in a silent conversation, secretly telling him what your tongue cannot speak of— Sowon, an untarnished blossom, won't unfurl into a solitary flower the way you did.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers after a while, eyes softening in understanding. His knuckles brush gently against your cheek.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“So you'd find a reason within you to forgive,” he says, as he leans forward to press a tender kiss on your forehead. And somehow it feels more intimate than any way you've been touched before.

Five days later.

chris [11:32 p.m.]: you up?

yn [11:32 p.m.]: i just got bad flashbacks to my college years

chris [11:33 p.m.]: ajaksjsbsbbs

chris [11:33 p.m.]: i didn’t mean it like that ㅠㅠ

chris [11:33 p.m.]: wanna come over? i'm in the studio but im not feeling inspired

yn [11:34 p.m.]: and how will i help?

chris [11:34 p.m.]: i find your presence inspiring

You don’t reply, instead putting on your slippers and walking over to his apartment. He opens the door before you even have the chance to knock.

“What are you working on?” you ask once you’re settled atop his chair, spinning around slightly. He looks down at the pillow on his lap, lightly plucking its pink fur. “A song for Sowon,” he admits softly and your eyes grow a little wide.

“That is so sweet,” you pout, inching closer to him. “How is it going?”

“I've finished the melody and now I'm working on the lyrics. There is just.. so much i want to tell her, i'm unsure if ill be able to express it well.”

“Can I read what you wrote?”

“Yeah. Yeah, sure,” he searches through his papers. “Here.”

May these words be the first to find your ears

The world is brighter than the sun now that you're here

I'll give you everything I have

I'll teach you everything I know

I promise I'll do better

I will soften every edge

I'll hold the world to its best

And I'll do better

Tears spring to your eyes unexpectedly, you try to stop their flow but they fall upon the paper, splattering like a broken mosaic, mimicking the brokenness of your own heart.

“I'm sorry,” you spin around, your back to him as you attempt to dry your tears, and yet they show no desire to stop. Chris is in your heart and he’s kicking every other emotion out, forcing you to make amends with your sadness, the one you buried years, years ago.

Chris gently grabs the back of the chair, pulling you back to him before spinning your chair once again until you are facing him. You bury your face in your hands and his rests reassuringly on your knee, squeezing it slightly. “Is it so bad it made you sob?”

“Shut up, you know this isn’t the case.”

His hand delicately traces up your arm, gently lifting your fingers from your face. He kneels before you, his thumb tenderly wiping away the traces of tears on your cheeks.

“Talk to me?”

“It's so beautiful, so warm, so loving. Everything a parent should think of their child,” a traitorous hiccup escapes your lips. “Everything my parents never felt for me.”

Chris’ mouth morphs into a pout, eyebrows scrunching tightly. You shake your head, smoothing down the worried crease between his eyes.

“I don't feel sad over things I can't control and I love myself enough now to compensate for what I didn't have, but sometimes-'' your voice breaks, Chan’s hold on your hands tightens. “It stings to remember what could’ve been.”

Stings was an understatement, it is rather a pulsating void, throbbing in ache every day, calling out for its missing piece. How can I fill you with what was lost when it chose to walk away?

“Come here,” he whispers, coaxing you to your feet, his arms enveloping your body as he guides your head to the crook of his neck. His body runs warm, the material of his sweatshirt soft, and he smells nice too, the contours of his muscles tailor-made to complement the ridges of your own.

“You grew up well, Yn. You did well.”

You clutch his shirt, tightening your grip as you fist the fabric in your palm. He's patting your back, and time slows down to match the rhythm of his touch.

“Love can be hard, I know. Especially when the people who left are the ones supposed to be staying.”

He understands, more than anyone you know. He missed out on a different kind of love too, two facets of the same coin.

“You’re doing well too, Chris. You shouldn’t doubt yourself as much,” your arms trail up to encircle his neck, as his nose tickles your hair. You're the one hugging him now. “Sowon is really smart, she told me that she loves you a lot. She can feel it. She sees everything you do for her.”

“Is that what she told you that movie night?”

“Partly,” you whisper, and Chris leans away slightly, his warm palms still pressed to your waist, holding you close.

“What else did she tell you?” he asks, curiosity barely hidden in his tone.

You pause for a while, eyes going over the entire room before finally locking on him.

“She thanked me, said that I make you smile more.” You suck in a deep breath, gathering your courage. “Do I?”

“There are smile lines that don’t show on my face until you're near.”

“Oh.” That is the only coherent response you can formulate, and Chris giggles, a tiny squeak escaping his lips in a huff. “Cute,” he murmurs, planting a tender kiss on your temple. His lips linger, holding onto the moment a beat longer than necessary, causing your eyes to close in delight. Both of you find yourselves blushing as he leans away, a shared warmth coloring the space between you.

“Sorry, didn't mean to make the mood somber,” you say sheepishly as you sit back down, eyeing Chris’s laptop. “I wanna hear this,” you quickly point to a random track on his screen before he can reply, hoping to make the sadness flee away.

“This one? It’s not really good, let's listen to something else,” his rambling and eagerness to change the track pique your curiosity and you quickly click on the song before he can stop you.

connected.mp3 starts playing.

Sultry beats inundate your ears, weaving through your veins and whisking you away to the pulsating rhythm of a dance club. You knew Chris produced good music, yet you never fathomed that his voice could be so luxuriously rich, cascading over you like molten wax. You feel a blush rise to your cheeks at the suggestive lyrics, the innuendos peeking behind every word. And then, a sudden jealousy claws at your heart, at the thought of Chris hunched in his studio, fantasizing about connecting with someone who isn’t you.

You wished to be the only one Chris liked.

“It’s a- a demo for one of my clients,” he explains through a stutter once the song is done, and you nod meekly, willing your body’s temperature to go down, for the possessivity crinkling in you to fizzle out.

So, you put on your best taunting smirk.

“I know you want me don’t crumble.. No need to be desperate we’re just getting started,” you sing-song back. “You were feeling so cocky when you wrote this, right?” you grin, inching your chair closer to his. “Feeling yourself, Mr. Bang?”

He chuckles with a hint of annoyance, running his tongue along the expanse of his lower lip. Leaning back into his chair, he casually spreads his legs a bit wider, a gesture that suddenly leaves you feeling dizzy, on him.

“It’s cute how affected you seem by it,” he throws nonchalantly, crossing his arms before his chest.

“I'm not,” you smile, although your erratic heartbeat spoke of a different tale, you just didn't need to voice it to him. “I think you were the one getting all hot and bothered in your studio,” you stand between his legs, hovering over him as he leans back fully in his chair.

“I was thinking of a pretty girl.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm,” he suddenly grabs your waist, you feel like your entire body is ablaze. “The prettiest.”

"Who is she?" you exhale, teetering on the edge of crashing your lips onto his, like an incoherent love poem, hastily scrambled on a notebook in a fit of anger.

“y–” The door suddenly opens, Sowon’s small frame standing by the door, she’s rubbing her eyes tiredly, her chick plushie dangling from her hand (a gift from her uncle Felix as she explained to you). You quickly scramble away from Chris as he clears his throat loudly.

“Daddy, I can't sleep,” she says faintly, a tiny pout drawn on her lips, and you can see Chris physically melt at her words, at the way she paddles to his chair, and tries her best to climb up his legs. She fails to do so, so he quickly scopes her up his arms until she’s buried in his hold. Her small hands wound up around his neck, and he tenderly pats down her hair, his gaze never wavering from her frame.

“Want me to sing to you, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she whispers, before making grabby hands at you, your heart softens like clay dough as you scoot closer, enclosing her fingers in your hold.

“Sleep well, Sowonnie,” you whisper.

“Can’t you stay with us?” she asks and you feel your blood freeze in your veins, your heart skipping three beats at once.

To stay. What a frightening concept. Even more scary when you realize that you aren’t opposed to it.

You yearn to stay, for the first time in years, you wish you could.

You swallow the growing lump in your throat, before smiling reassuringly. “I'll stay till you fall asleep.”

Conditions, it is the way it has always been for you. staying till you’re no longer useful, staying till you're no longer wanted. Staying, but always with a time limit, always with an expiration date.

iv.

You’re avoiding him.

Chris knows you are, since you no longer come over to his house, claiming that you’re tired, or that you have an important order to bake for the next day. He would have believed you had he not seen you only once in the past three weeks.

Those were excuses, and each one of them weighed heavily on Chris’ heart, on his home too, his studio particularly, the one that got used to the sound of your laugh.

He misses you. He never thought he’d miss someone again, craving you presence as if every breath leaving his body depended on you. He wasn’t a stranger to intimacy, fleeting hookups every now and then. Strangers invited him to their bed, knowing what they were signing up for– one night of pleasure, never to be seen again, their faces blurring into an indistinct mass in his mind, like an impressionist painting where no features stand out. Yet, with you, every detail is etched in his memory.

He could pick you out of a crowded room, recognize the delicate curve of your neck, the fullness of your lips, and the way your nose scrunches when you smile.

He could draw the moles scattered on your body from memory alone, recognize your scent from miles away– your cotton shampoo and the specific laundry detergent you love to use and a hint of vanilla that never truly leaves you.

He’d remember the curve of your lashes and the cascading of your hair, the airy giggles you leave across like a trail for him to follow everywhere, and your eyes– the way they gazed at him, softening slightly around the edges, shining brightly as if crafted from stardust, the way they softened even more when you looked at Sowon, voice growing slightly high pitched as you listened to his daughter’s rambles.

How did you manage to make his home yours without ever living in it?

“Dad?” Sowon calls out and he snaps his head up, locking eyes with his little girl. She’s sitting on a high stool, munching on her pizza, a pensive look on her face.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he asks, walking over to her side.

“Where is Ynnie?” she asks in a small voice and he freezes, mulling over his response. He settles for the truth.

“I don't know, baby.”

“Does she not want to play with me anymore?” Sowon whispers, and he doesn’t remember his daughter ever being this tentative about voicing a question.

“No!” he's quick to reassure, cradling Sowon’s face between his much larger hands. “Of course not baby she loves you a lot.”

“Okay…” she nods, a small pout drawn on her lips still. Chris senses his heart physically crack in his chest.

“Do you wanna work in the studio with me?” he says in a joyful tone, and she instantly cheers up, the twinkle in her eyes found again. “Yes!”

“Finish your food first, okay Wonnie?”

“Okay!”

In Chris's life, regrets have been scarce, and certainly not in the form of Sowon, his beacon of hope, as he named her. Having her was beholding a sun wherever he went. However, a fear lingers, a whisper in his heart, suggesting that letting you go might be his one true regret.

So when his daughter falls asleep, he knocks on your door once again. He's suddenly transported into that cold night, months ago, where he asked you for flour. Had he known you were behind it he would’ve knocked much sooner.

“Hi,” you greet softly once you open the door. He takes a step forward, his wolf slippers matching with Sowon’s bump into your plain ones. You avert your gaze, finding anything but him to fixate on.

“You're avoiding me,” he says matter-of-factly, voice soft, resigning to you.

“I'm not,” you contradict, even as your eyes remain on the ground. He finds himself missing the color of your irises.

"Look at me, hm?" he implores, and you stay rooted in place. A soft sigh escapes him as he cradles your right cheek with his warm hand, his thumb gently sweeping across your cheekbone. "Yn, please, I want to look at you."

Maybe it is the pleading tone of his voice or the way his thumb tenderly grazes your skin, but something about Chris makes your resolve unravel, threads of fear unknotting before your eyes. So, you finally look at him. An exhale of relief escapes him.

And then you speak.

“You asked me if I was okay, and I didn't reply, back then,” you say, leaning your head further against his palm as tears well up in your waterline. “Do you still want to know my answer?”

“Of course, always.”

“I'm happy. With you, with sowon. I feel this warmth that I have never known before when I'm with you. It was almost easy to forget I've known you during winter,” you chuckle dryly, “but it is all an illusion, I lie to myself thinking I could stay, I… I can't, I-“

“What if I ask you to stay?” he brings your hand to his heart, where it beats erratically, pulse seeping through your skin.

He’s as scared as you are.

“Chris…”

“What if I told you, Yn, please stay with me,” he breathes out, guiding your hand to gently cup his cheek. “Would you? Would you stay?”

“I'm terrified,” you whisper, as he tilts his head, bestowing a tender kiss on your palm.

“I know, so am I. But, you make me believe that even my bruised parts are worthy of love.”

He wins, before years of skeletons and piled up doubts, he wins.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I'm staying.”

“You are?”

“I am,” you giggle lightly and he staggers back, the sun pouring into his smile.

“Um, wow, okay. Thank you for staying,” his voice sounds airy, happiness floating in his tone, and you find it contagious, imprinting into your own.

“Thank you for asking me to stay.”

“You made it less daunting,” he pats your head, smoothing your hair down. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

He giggles in response and you can't help but mirror the sound. “Why are you so nervous?”

“Whaaat? I'm not,” his tone grows high-pitched and you roll your eyes amusedly.

“What happened to connected Chris?”

“He is flustered by the girl he wrote about.”

Your cheeks tint red as he places a hand above your head, caging you in place.

“I think the girl should get paid for being the muse.”

“Oh yeah?” he smirks, “I'll think about it.” His grin softens, as a content expression washes over his face. You know you must look the same. “Let's talk more tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” you grin, before placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Good night, Chris.”

“Good night, yn.”

You quietly watch as he walks to his apartment door, his hand settling on the door knob. He pauses, for a few seconds where the air around you stills, before swiveling around and walking over to you again.

you win.

“I forgot something,” he breathes out, before crashing his lips onto yours, furiously, as if needing to imprint his essence onto you, tainting your soul the way you have tainted him, permanently altering the composition of his being. His lips move on yours as if they've done this before, a dance they have rehearsed countless times, perhaps in all the dreams Chris visited you in. Yet, nothing compares to how it feels to have him touch you, lick your lower lip and drag his hand up your hips, press you against your apartment door, and nibble at your neck.

Nothing could have prepared you for the passion he shows you, for how delicious it feels to be pressed against him, for the storm that your lips conjure, swirling in your heart in vibrant shades of red. Then, for the softness of his lips as they slow down their course, plump and rosy as they meet your own, tenderly, more gently, one kiss after the other. “My hope,” he whispers, as his lips find yours again, “my missing piece.”

He’s hot and cold, in yet seeking no out, finally yours.

bonus (one year later).

“So I brought the eggs, milk, sugar,” Chris enumerates as he takes out the groceries, and you turn to look at Sowon to find her already gazing at you, a mischievous look on her face.

“How much do you wanna bet he forgot flour?” you whisper and she giggles, burying her face in her hands to stifle her laugh.

“And… Wait, where is the flour?” he trails off and you burst out laughing, as you and Sowon high-five each other excitedly.

“Daddy, you are really bad at groceries.”

“Am I?” he smiles sheepishly, fiddling with his earlobe in a manner that still makes your heart melt, renders your insides butterflies speaking of Chris’ name.

“Yes, it’s good Mom bought it,” she says naturally, looking down at her iPad. You and Chris freeze in your tracks, eyes instantly locking with one another, yours and his, glossy with emotion, a loving tide enveloping you both.

It's her first time calling you mom.

You swallow down the lump in your throat, crafted not by thorns but by petals, not by ache but with love, before placing your chin on the small of her shoulder, murmuring softly. "Mm, will you help me bake, baby?"

“Yes! I wanna be a baker when I grow up, just like you.”

“What happened to being a stylist?”

“I can't be both?” she frowns innocently.

“You can be anything you want, princess.” you bop her nose and she giggles, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.

In the grip of winter, Chris discovers a warmth that defies the season, casting off years of cold from the recesses of his bones. A soft smile graces his lips as he gazes at you, his hopes, his girls, the three of you clad in wolf slippers.

He’ll propose to you tomorrow.

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One-Shot Masterlist

The is the part of my Masterlist with every one-shot story that will (most likey) not get a squeal, sorted by group. It starts off with how my original Masterlist was sorted, so scroll down to find you favorite idol/group. For bigger, orgy-type smuts with multiple idols (2+), look at the (features), though some are in Series' ;)

IZ*ONE One-Shots are in my IZ*ONE Masterlist, all series' are in my Series Masterlist!

IZ*ONE MASTERLIST HERE

SERIES MASTERLIST HERE

Stats: 77 Links; 50 Stories linked; 40 Groups with 108 Idols written

GFRIEND/VIVIZ

Yerin - Say It Again

Eunha, Umji - Commas, Colons, Cumming

Sinb, Eunha - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 1)

Sowon, Yuju, Yerin, Eunha - Vexatious (orgy, 17some) (futa!Eunha)

ITZY

Yeji - Dazed (ft. Yoojung)

Yeji, Yuna - C.Ollection (super orgy, 10some)

Yuna - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Lia - (T)highly likely

Chaeryeong - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Lia - Series Masterlist (Phone)

Weki Meki

Yoojung - Dazed (ft. Yeji)

Yoojung - Carry a Stranger (Quickie)

Rina - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

Doyeon - Series Masterlist (Possession of the Queen)

I.O.I

Yoojung - Dazed (ft. Yeji)

Yoojung - Carry a Stranger (Quickie)

Somi - Let It All Out (Quickie)

Somi, Chungha - Plan B

Somi - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Somi - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Doyeon - Series Masterlist (Possession of the Queen)

Mina - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Chaeyeon - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

TWICE

Dahyun - Commitment

Dahyun - Scandal (Quickie)

Dahyun, Mina, Sana - Kim Corruption: The Video Version

Mina, Tzuyu - C.Ollection (super orgy, 10some)

Mina, Sana - Four Cherries (IZ*ONE + TWICE 5some)

Mina, Nayeon - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Momo, Chaeyoung - Hot Helping Hands

Momo - Teased Promotion (Quickie)

Mina - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 1)

Sana - Series Masterlist (Phone)

Nayeon - Series Masterlist (Phone)

Tzuyu - Series Masterlist (Phone)

Jeongyeon - Series Masterlist (Phone)

aespa

Karina - Do-Nothing-Day (fluff)

Karina - Mildly Unfair (ft. Wonyoung, Eunbi)

Winter - LOYAnaL (Quickie ft. Chaewon)

Winter - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

NingNing - The Pull (ft. Hyewon)

Winter, Karina - Vexatious (orgy, 17some) (futa!Karina)

Giselle - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 1)

Karina - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 2)

Dreamcatcher

Yoohyeon, Sua, Gahyeon - Labyrinth of the Six (Everglow vs Dreamcatcher 7some)

Yoohyeon, Sua - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Gahyeon - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Handong, Siyeon, Dami - Vexatious (orgy, 17some) (futa!Handong)

JiU - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 1)

WJSN

Exy - New Lyrics

Luda - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 1)

EVERGLOW

E:U, Sihyeon, Aisha - Labyrinth of the Six (Everglow vs Dreamcatcher 7some)

Yiren - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yiren - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Yiren - Series Masterlist (Phone)

fromis_9

Jiheon, Chaeyoung, Nagyung - C.Ollection (super orgy, 10some)

Hayoung - The Gamer and the Pornstar (ft. Sakura of IZONE)

Hayoung, Nagyung - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

Jiheon - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 2)

IVE

Yujin - Inspection Day (ft. Eunbi, Chaewon) TW

Yujin - C.Ollection (super orgy, 10some)

Gaeul - Beautiful, Beautiful Power (futa!Gaeul)

Gaeul - Paradise (fluff/angst)

Gaeul - Pink Sheets of the Gangbang Queen (Quickie)

Rei - Two Selfies (Quickie)

Rei - Two Selfies and a GIF

Liz - Perfection, We Find

Wonyoung, Rei, Gaeul - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Wonyoung - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Yujin - Series Masterlist (Eleven to One-Universe)

Yujin - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Gaeul - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Gaeul - Series Masterlist (Blonde)

Rei - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Rei - Series Masterlist (Double Stacked)

Kep1er

Xiaoting - Changer (Quickie)

Xiaoting - To Share A Drink (ft. Shuhua & Yuqi)

Xiaoting - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Xiaoting, Yujin - Highkey (Quickie)

Dayeon - Dayeons Disciplinary Diary (with Chaehyun & Xiaoting)

Hikaru, Bahiyyih, Youngeun, Yeseo - A Keplian Rocket (Quickie)

Xiaoting - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Xiaoting - Series Masterlist (On her)

Chaehyun - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Chaehyun - Series Masterlist (Double Stacked)

Dayeon - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Yujin - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Mashiro - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Mashiro - Series Masterlist (A member for the members)

CLC

Seungyeon - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yujin - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

LOONA

Heejin - In Vino Veritas (Quickie)

Heejin - The Real Daddy (Quickie) (futa!Heejin)

Gowon - Revelation in a Shower

Yeojin - You asked for it

Yeojin, Jinsoul - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yeojin - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Heejin - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Hyunjin - Series Masterlist (On her)

LE SSERAFIM

Chaewon - Four Cherries (IZ*ONE + TWICE 5some)

Chaewon - LOYAnaL (Quickie ft. Winter of aespa)

Chaewon - Inspection Day (ft. Eunbi, Yujin) TW

Chaewon, Sakura - Fanmating (3Kim Quickie ft. Minju)

Chaewon, Sakura - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Sakura - Legendary Cookies (IZ*ONE 6some)

Yunjin, Kazuha - When Life Gives You Bandmates, Make A Mess Out Of Them

Yunjin, Kazuha - HCHQ - Double Team (futa!idols)

Chaewon - Series Masterlist (My Kinky Wife)

Sakura - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 1 & 2)

Kazuha - Series Masterlist (On her)

Yunjin - Series Masterlsit (My Kinky Wife)

Red Velvet

Yeri - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Yeri - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Irene - Series Masterlist (On her)

woo!ah!

Nana - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

(G)I-DLE

Shuhua, Yuqi - To Share A Drink (ft. Xiaoting)

Miyeon - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Minnie, Yuqi, Miyeon - To Glide (idol x idol x idol)

Minnie - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Shuhua - Series Masterlist (Phone)

Miyeon - Series Masterlist (On her)

StayC

Isa - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

gugudan

Mina - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Rocket Punch

Yeonhee - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Girls’ Generation

Tiffany, Sooyoung - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yoona - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

DIA

Chaeyeon - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Weeekly

Monday - Series Masterlist (On her)

BLACKPINK

Rose - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Rose - The Interview

Jennie - Series Masterlist (On her)

Apink

Bomi - Series Masterlist (Phone)

NewJeans

Minji - Dr. Minji (Quickie)

Minji, Hanni - Glossy Friendship (futa!Minji)

Minji - Series Masterlist (On her)

Hanni - Series Masterlist (On her)

KARD

Jiwoo - Helping my divine friend with something although she could help herself because I’m such a nice guy but I really misjudged things and now they go wrong

cignature

Jeewon - Fresh, Right from the Source

Oh My Girl

Arin - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yooa - GAMBLE (futa!Yooa x Female Reader)

Soloist

IU - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

MAMAMOO

Hwasa - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

NMIXX

Sullyoon - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Sullyoon - SULLied MINd (ft. Minju)

LIGHTSUM

Sangah, Chowon - It takes two to shut her up (futa!Chowon)

Purple Kiss

Swan - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Goeun - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

tripleS

Sohyun - Series Masterlist (A member for the members)

Pixy

Sua - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

Lovelyz

Sujeong - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

TRI.BE

Hyunbin - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

Link for Just Testing

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all thanks to you — y. jeonghan

pairing: non-idol! jeonghan x introvert! reader

word count: 3,746

genre: fluff, workplace romance

warnings: nothing really, it's sickeningly fluffy

author's notes: jeonghan is the clumsy one for once, and the reader just finds it endearing and runs along with his plans :3

Jeonghan has been an employee in the Research and Development division of the Marketing department for almost three years now, it is safe to say that he knows everyone in the Marketing department, from his seniors and superiors, to his juniors and interns.

However, during a company dinner for the Marketing department, he spotted a face that didn't seem familiar to him. You.

When you had arrived at the Korean Barbeque place in downtown, you were accompanied by three other colleagues. The three he recognized as Sowon, Eunha and Eunbi of the Public Relations division, but when your appeared from behind Sowon, his eyebrows furrowed.

Who is that? He thought, assuming you were a newer addition to the team. Jeonghan wasn't necessarily a curious person, and if he met someone new, he wouldn't think too much into it. He already uses up a lot of his brain power in improving the quality of the company's products, along with researching on how to beat competitors in the same field. Having to satisfy his curiosity over someone that he barely knew wasn't his thing.

Despite that, when Sowon seated herself beside him, he couldn't help but lean over and ask, "Who did you come here with?"

Sowon glanced over at him with furrowed brows, before turning to look over the three others that she came with, "Eunha, Eunbi and Y/N."

"Y/N?" She nodded. Your name was foreign to his ears. "New addition?"

Her brows only furrowed deeper, creating a wrinkle in her forehead, as she shook her head. "No, Y/N has been working here for the past year and a half."

Now Jeonghan was really curious. How is it that he's been working in this department, and yet, never seen you. "Really?"

"Yeah," Sowon uttered, taking a bit of kimchi with her chopsticks before eating it.

Jeonghan proceeded to ask, "How come this is the first time I'm hearing of "Y/N"." He uttered your name as if you were some mythical creature, only being spotted after years of mere folklores.

"Because they don't join these dinners often, I had to drag them for this one," she explained, "and they don't try to stand out—they prefer to just work behind the scenes." He understood now, nodding with parted lips. His eyes glanced past the girl beside him, to where you were seated. You weren't engaging with those around you, however, your eyes watched those talking, listening intently with no intention to join in the conversation.

He could tell your social battery was running out fast, with how your eyes would droop slowly as you tried to keep up with the topic of discussion, and how you'd occasionally purse your lips, as if holding back a yawn.

It has just been forty-five minutes since you've arrived, and you already want to go home.

As you listened to the hearty laughter of your superior as he retold the story of how he almost got the company's director to fall in a puddle of wet cement, you could feel another yawn rise up your throat and tried to clench your teeth to suppress it.

You didn't hate going to company dinners, you just hated going to the dinners where the entire department is invited. You didn't mind when it was only the Public Relations division, as it was a team of less than ten people, and most of them, you were close with, so you don't tire out too quickly. However, tonight was for the Marketing department, including the five divisions under said-department, which consisted of over thirty people cramped up in a local Korean Barbeque restaurant.

To make matters worse, you didn't arrive alone and Sowon had offered to drive you all the way to your apartment, an offer you couldn't deny because you'd be too exhausted to take the bus anyway.

You knew you couldn't find a way out because Mr. Jung, your superior, would notice your absence. All you had to do was hold on and not yawn for another hour or two, however long the middle-aged man can handle is alcohol at least.

"Hey, Y/N." You turned your head to Eunbi, who was beside you, her eyes filled with concern. She was one of the few that can tell when you were beginning to feel drained. "Do you want to step out for some fresh air with me?" You almost cried out in relief, nodding wordlessly as she excused you both to Mr. Jung. Luckily for you, he was beginning to get a little too drunk to pay any mind and waved you guys off.

As you walked towards the exit of the restaurant, you'd pass the free refill table, where Jeonghan was refilling his strawberry juice from the dispensers, only to turn right when you were walking past him, the two of you colliding and cold liquid spilling over your shirt.

"Oh my go—" Jeonghan gasped in surprise, quicky turning to grab the tissues provided, apologies spilling past his lips just as past as the red juice was sinking into the fabric of your white shirt. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine," you uttered, but since you hadn't spoken much since the night started, your voice came out barely above a whisper.

"Jeonghan, what the hell?" Eunbi yelled, garnering the attention of others to your exchange, and your cheeks turned as red as your once-white, now stained shirt.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see!"

"It's fine," you try to say louder, but both individuals near your were in a panic, your presence only visible as a victim from the collision.

"Come, let's go to the bathroom, Y/N." Eunbi quickly linked your arms, dragging you to the rest rooms, leaving Jeonghan to stare at the two of you in guilt, the tissue in his hands unused because wasn't sure if he was allowed to clean you up.

"For once, it's not me." Jeonghan's head snapped to the six-foot junior, Mingyu, who approached him, a satisfied grin on his face that dropped the moment he saw his senior throwing daggers at him. "Too soon?"

Jeonghan could only muster a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced up at the direction to where you rushed off to, the guilt settling deep.

"Are you okay?" Eunbi asked for the sixth time since you entered the bathroom, and you'd always nod, followed by a soft, "yes."

"You should ask him to pay your dry cleaning, Y/N, strawberry stains are stubborn."

"It's fine, Eunbi, really," you tried to reassure her, but you knew it wasn't your co-worker you needed to reassure. You couldn't get rid of the complete look of defeat in Jeonghan's eyes as he stood there, unsure on whether to help wipe off the juice from your shirt or not. He didn't want to touch you without your permission, but he also didn't want you to suffer from the sticky residue of the fruity drink.

"Do you want me to take you home? I'll borrow Sowon's car, and I can drop you off," she offers, and you smile, nodding, liking the idea to finally escape an exhausting night.

Jeonghan, on the other hand, was hoping to apologize properly when you got out of the bathroom. He stood up as he saw your figure exit the restroom, but paused as he watched you and Eunbi approach your superior, whispering. A firm nod and pat on your shoulder was enough to tell him that you weren't staying any longer, and he slumped back into his seat as you exited the building with your colleague.

"You can apologize to her next week," Sowon reassured him, taking a sip of her craft beer, "her cubicle is besides mine, and I'm confident she'll be there whenever you want to talk to her during work hours."

Sowon's were etched throughout his head as the weekend passed; he'd remind himself on what to do, but wondered: why did he feel so guilty over what happened to you? Granted, he should be because the drink had left a stubborn stain, and even after dry cleaning it, there was a faint pink outline you could make out if you looked closely. However, it wasn't his fault. He didn't see you, you didn't think he'd turn at that exact moment, and he had already apologized. You already forgave him the same night.

But why was the guilt gnawing at him like a hungry rat against a piece of plywood. Was it because he already felt bad for you on the get-go? When he saw you were having a hard time socializing when the dinner started? Or was it because he felt that the incident had worsened your night, adding an extra chore for you to deal with?

Whatever the reason behind the long-lasting guilt was beyond him, and all he wanted to was let it rest by apologizing to you properly.

Jeonghan sought out the Public Relations division, a floor below his, and stood by the door frame, his eyes scanning the area to find Sowon. And where he finds Sowon, he will find you.

Finding his same-age friend, he walked towards her desk, nodding at those passed him before he stood on his toes to see if you were, as Sowon had said, by your desk.

You were, much to his relief; head down, eyes locked on the screen of your computer, and occasionally glancing at the printed out report by your keyboard.

Sowon noticed his presence, nodding towards the clueless you, and he sent her a close-lipped smile before approaching your desk. He didn't want to startle you, since you were so focused, so he gently knocked on the wooden partition wall of your cubicle.

Despite not wanting to startle you, you still jumped from the sudden noise, not expecting anyone to approach you. You locked eyes with Jeonghan, briefly confused as to why he was here, but then realized; Sowon had given you a head's up when you clocked in this morning.

"Hi… Y/N?" Jeonghan greeted, an unsure tone when he said your name, as if he was testing it, making sure he was talking to the same person he bumped to a couple nights ago.

You nodded, "Yes, how can I help you?"

Jeonghan glanced around the office, seeing how everyone seemed busy with their own things, but that does not erase the probability of them eavesdropping. "Is it okay if we talk out in the hallway?"

You looked over at Sowon, as if asking for guidance, and she subtly nodded, an assuring smile on her face. Looking back at Jeonghan, with a stiff smile, you nodded and followed him out in the hallway. With only a step out of the office, you stopped and Jeonghan turned to face you.

"I'm sorry for what happened Friday night, Y/N," he began, brows stitched together, genuine remorse in his eyes and you were taken aback. This was what he wanted to talk to you about? "I'll pay for your dry cleaning."

It took you a second to find your voice. "N-no, it's okay, Jeonghan, it wasn't your fault. It was just bad timing, is all."

"I know, but I still feel really bad over what happened."

"You don't need to," you tried to assure him, but his guilty expression only deepened. You sighed, "You won't give up until you appease your guilty conscience, huh?"

Jeonghan couldn't help the grin that appeared, nodding meekly.

You shrug, feeling bad yourself. "I'm not sure how I can help you with that."

Placing his hands on his waist, shifting his weight, he looked around in thought, trying to think of a way to pay you back, and, as you said, appease his guilty conscience. As if a lightbuld lit up atop his head, he snapped his head towards you with wide eyes, "What about I treat you to lunch? Today?"

"Today?" You repeated, and he nodded. You didn't know how to deny him; you're not one to eat lunch outside of the office, in fear that your boss would suddenly drop work in your cubicle. Also, you usually ate lunch with your colleagues.

Jeonghan could tell you wanted to decline his offer. "Or, tomorrow? Whenever you like really, Y/N."

A huge part of you wanted to decline his offer, and try to convince he doesn't have to go through so many lengths in order to appease the guilt he feels over something that was (to you) miniscule. But, upon seeing the sincerity in his eyes, this seemed like an offer you can't miss out on.

With a small nod, you uttered, "Sure, Jeonghan, tomorrow afternoon is alright."

Thus, you found yourself seated across from him in a cafe across from the office. He offered whether you wanted to eat something heavy and filling, or light, and you preferred the lighter meal, you had snacked on a few things earlier because work was slower than usual.

"Can I ask?" The two of you had talked a bit about work, mostly Jeonghan asking about you since he hadn't seen you prior to the dinner last week. It was silent between the two of you for a minute until Jeonghan asked. You nodded, taking a sip of your matcha latte.

"Are you an introvert?"

You blinked a few times, slightly taken aback, but nodded, "It's a bit obvious, no?" He nodded in agreement. "Why do you ask?"

He only shrugged. "Do you not usually join the company outings?"

You shook your head no. "I join a few, mainly those that involve only the PR team, but last week was because Sowon wanted me to come, and also Mr. Jung pointed out that I should be there, and so, it felt like I had no choice but to show up." Your explanation was followed by a soft chuckle, finding the situation funny.

"So, last week's was the first time you joined that kind of dinner?" You nodded. "Is it the crowd? The reason why you don't join?"

You hummed in response. "There's that. I also just don't necessarily enjoy them…? If that makes sense, I don't know everyone in the company, nor do I follow along with the latest gossip, so whenever I meet them, I'm mostly lost and just listen—most likely, twenty minutes after I arrive, I already want to leave."

Jeonghan couldn't help but laugh at that, relating to your statement. He was quite the same; if he could get out of company dinners, he would, but there was an element of stress relief during them. The sound of beer glasses clinking together in a cheers, the carefree laughters of his colleagues as they rant and make fun of their higher ups with no care of the consequences. He enjoys them because he enjoys the people he encounters during those dinners. He, once again, felt bad that you couldn't experience the same.

"What do you usually do to relieve stress after a long week of work, Y/N?" He decided to ask, looking over at you pass the rim of his coffee cup.

There, you froze. What do I do? you couldn't help but think to yourself. Ever since joining the company, diving into a new environment and new position, all you ever focused on for the past year and a half was to make sure you were doing a good job. You wouldn't like think of yourself as a workaholic, but you did think you prioritized work over yourself more than you should've.

"I don't really do anything," you stated honestly, "going home helps me relieve stress." Which wasn't entirely a lie, but you just chose to not add the fact that you review a lot of your work once you step into your humble abode.

His lips were pressed a small smile. "Sowon tells me that you're quite the employee." You cock your head to the side, unsure what he meant. "I mean, you're drowning in your work, Y/N."

"You know Sowon?"

He nodded. "She and I were in the same university before we both got hired."

Your lips parted, nodding in understanding, before you acknowledged his previous statement. "It's just… I don't know, I never liked feeling like I wasn't doing anything productive, and anything work related feels productive to me."

"You can feel productive without having it be work related, though," he began, "I've been in your shoes before when I first started here, because I wanted to make sure I was doing the most, so the probability of me being fired was reduced—do you take up offers for extra hours or have trouble saying no when asked for something."

You didn't have to answer, your flustered face was enough to tell him.

"I can assure you that some point, you'll feel immense burn out," he informed, leaning back into his chair, "that's why people talk about a work-life balance."

"Work has always been my life though, Jeonghan," you spoke up, and he waited for your explanation. "I interned when I was in my third year of college, then continued at the same place as a part-time employee while I finished my degree, and became a full-time employee once I graduated.

"After a while, I decided to leave that place and seek out a new environment, and so, I came here. But since it was a new environment and a different position from my previous role, I couldn't risk having this not work out—that's why I take up the offers for overtime or extra work to bring home, but after a while, that became the norm for me and I can't find myself not doing anything work related."

"So… what you're saying is…" He pursed his lips in thought, and then grinned at you. "We should go on a journey to find you a hobby!"

How he twisted your words and reached that conclusion was honestly deserving of an applause, because how that one conversation had led you to an adventure, featuring Jeonghan, in finding you a hobby.

It started with baking. Jeonghan took the initiative in signing the two of you up for these classes, ensuring that the people behind the classes only accept ten to fifteen people each session.

Baking was fine, up until pouring the flour and Jeonghan seemed to be a bit out of focus, and poured the flour while the mixer was still on, causing most of it to go flying. Other than that, you found it difficult because of the numerous things you had to take note of to ensure a successful recipe. The eggs had to room temperature. You had to wait until the mix was fluffy. There was a lot of waiting, and being someone that wanted things to be done quickly, it was taking a toll on you—the waiting game.

So, baking was thrown out the window for potential hobbies.

Next was pottery. Prior to the pottery class, Jeonghan brought you to a new cafe, since he told you that they had great ratings for their matcha latte.

"You like matcha, right?" You nodded. "I thought so since you bought it when we had lunch together." Warmth enveloped your cheeks after his statement, finding it endearing how he remembered.

Despite that, the pottery class didn't provide any possibilities of you taking up the clay-shaping activity as a hobby. Shaping the wet, yet solid mixture was a pain and again, a waiting game. What was supposed to be a mug, came out a distorted bowl with a lopsided handle and you couldn't help but laugh when the instructor handed it to you with a look of pity.

Jeonghan, on the other hand, cringed at the two of yours creation. "I'm really sorry, Y/N, I thought we'd be better at this."

"Me too," you added, chuckling. The two of you climbed into his car, as he promised to drop you off at your place, but when he reached to turn the ignition, you stopped him.

"Is there something wrong?"

You locked eyes with him. "I think we can stop finding me a hobby." The color drained from his face upon hearing it. Did he fail in helping you? Waste your time? Did you feel forced to do so just because you couldn't say no? So many thoughts were running through his head, so many and none of which were good.

"I'm sorry?"

"I'll find a hobby at some point of my life, I'm sure, it's just not now," you stated, the corner of your lips tilted up in a small smile, "but thank you, for wanting to help me find one, Jeonghan. I truly appreciate it."

Your statement was that of a goodbye. He knew that after this, you and him might not meet as much as you recently have been, and he didn't want that. He didn't want the two of you to become just co-workers again, or worse, strangers that work in the same building.

"But." He froze.

"But?"

"But is it okay if we keep hanging out?" you asked, and he took note on how your cheeks turned a bright red and your eyes seemed to shimmer more even under the dim lighting of the car in the basement parking lot. "I didn't notice it at first, but Sowon told me that I looked… happier? Yeah, she said that I looked like I was in a better mood than usual after our baking class."

"Really?" The corner of his lips twitched upwards into a smirk.

"It's all thanks to you." If anyone saw the smile that appeared on Jeonghan's face after your statement, people would think he had just won the lottery. He felt like he did.

"I… I think you make me a better person," you say above a whisper, "at least, you make me think there is more to life than working until your retirement."

Jeonghan chuckled, finding your entire being at this very moment endearing. "Sure, Y/N, we can keep hanging out—I like being around you as well."

The two of you mirrored each other's bright smiles, a laugh igniting between you two to fill the silence before Jeonghan turned the ignition and you were both on your way.

"Maybe we could go cafe hopping, and you can accompany me on my journey on finding the best matcha latte," you suggested jokingly, causing Jeonghan to throw his head back in a hearty laugh.

"I'd be honored, Y/N."

#seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan seventeen #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x you #heartsfromia writes

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coldfanbou · 2 years

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Masterlist

Series List Two Parters Kinktober 2023

ONESHOTS

AESPA

Recording Session (KARINA AND YUNJIN OF LESSERAFIM)

Internship (WINTER)

Afterparty (Giselle)

The First One Is On The House (NINGNING)

AOA

Take Advantage (SEOLHYUN)

BLACKPINK

Succubus Sauna (JENNIE)

Getaway Trip (JENNIE)

Proof (LISA)

GFRIEND/VIVIZ

The Donor (SOWON)

Eunha Love Love Loves You (EUNHA)

Date Night (EUNHA)

Writing Aid (EUNHA Ft. CHAEWON of Le Sserafim)

Trainer’s Delight (UMJI)

The Goddess' Challenge (UMJI)

Leader's Punishment (SOWON AND SINB)

Reward Service (YERIN)

Consummating the Marriage (EUNHA)

After Work (SINB)

Easy Way Out (EUNHA) GP reader

Relaxation (SOWON)

Merry Christmas (EUNHA)

(G) Idle

Birthday Gift (MINNIE)

ITZY

Squeaky Clean (CHAERYEONG)

Heavenly Time (CHAERYEONG)

Boyfriend Thief (CHAERYEONG)

A Bad Student's Lesson (YUNA)

Lock Up (RYUJIN)

Plaything (YUNA x GP ITZY)

See-through (CHAERYEONG)

IVE

Sour and Sweet (GAEUL and YUJIN)

Confessing (WONYOUNG)

Izone

The Gift of Cucking (MINJU)

KEP1ER

Management Skills (XIAOTING and CHAEHYUN)

KISS OF LIFE

After Shoot Pleasure (NATTY)

Full Body Relaxation (Julie X G!P Members & Mreader)

Releasing Tension (JULIE)

Le Sserafim

A Different Kind of Workout (SAKURA)

LOONA

Sidestreets (JINSOUL)

MAMAMOO

The Assistant (SOLAR)

New Jeans

It Started As A Rental (Hanni)

RED VELVET

Drained (SEULGI ft JIHEON and SOYEON)

ROCKET PUNCH

Unending Praise (YUNKYOUNG)

STAYC

Personality Switch (ISA)

Competition (SEEUN AND HAYOUNG OF FROMIS9)

TWICE

By Your Side (NAYEON)

Just Desserts (SANA)

Descent (JIHYO)

Family Issues (JIHYO)

First of Many (TZUYU)

Unexpected Guest (MOMO and JIHYO)

Competitive Streak (JEONGYEON)

Nearly Caught (MINA and TZUYU)

Alternative Payment (G!P) (DAHYUN, MOMO, MINA)

Temptations (JEONGYEON)

Interim (JIHYO)

Special Massage (JIHYO)

Daddy's Girl (JIHYO)

Invitation (DAHYUN)

Drunk Night (JIHYO)

Power Trip (MOMO)

Her Frustration F Reader (SANA)

Sugar Babies (NAYEON, MOMO)

Poolside Fun (G!P MINA, CHAEYOUNG)

Overdue (JIHYO)

Mail Order Maid (MOMO)

Night and Day (SANAF reader)

Presents (NAYEON)

Happy Endings (NAYEON)

Ruining The Tiger (CHAEYOUNG)

Learning From The Best (JIHYO AND YUNJIN)

Homemaker (MINA)

Live to Serve (MOMO JIHYO GP)

Weeekly

Hard Interruption to a Game (MONDAY)

Hyuna

Just A little Crazy

SNSD

A Bet (TIFFANY)

ELRIS/ALICE

Workout Partner (SOHEE)

Breeding Bull (SOHEE)

Multiple Idols

Sexual Education (CHAERYEONG, CHAEYOUNG, EUNHA, MONDAY)

Dream Day (CHAERYEONG, YUNA, EUNBI, JIHYO, SWAN, DAYEON, EUNHA)

Banding Together (HYUN-JUNG ROLLING QUARTZ, MAGENTA QWER)

Fluff

New Year's Eve (CHUU)

Other Lists

MIna-Saiyat Story

TIAM Interactive Story

TIAM Interactive Story 2

TIAM Interactive Story 3

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hyunchanstan · 1 month

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I'll BE YOUR FIRST LOVE

[GENERAL]: single!dad!chan x fem!reader, strangers to lovers, smut (warning in each chapter) , fluff, Chan is readers first love

[WARNINGS IN THIS CHAPTER]: mentions of death

[AUTHOR‘S NOTE]: Hiiiiii, I’m new here and this is my first ff ever. This will be series and I'll try to post as much as I can. English is not my first language so I apologize for mistakes if there are any. Feel free to text me any ff requests and enjoy♡

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Y/N's a 21 year old girl who lives in France until she decides to move back to Seoul – her hometown, her home.

Her mother is French, her father is Korean. Y/N was born in Korea, but because of her mothers work, they had to move to France when she was 2 years old.

A few weeks after her 21st birthday, her parents die in a car accident. Y/N is no more that happy and smiley girl she always was – it broke her, her parents were her everything. She decides to move back to Korea to forget abt those past 3 weeks – the worst weeks in her life.

Chan's the most succesfull music producer in South Korea.

He found his true love, his light -or at least he thought she was- when he was 20. everything was going amazing until his girlfriend annouced that she's pregnant. They decided to keep the baby, he was taking care of his girlfriend and wanted to marry her. He had everything he ever wanted and it all felt like dream.

His daughter was born when he was 22 years old and she was the other light of his he never knew needed. But that night changed his whole life – his girlfriend left him few days after his daughter Sowon was born leaving Chan only a text explaining that she's not ready to be a mom yet. He haven't heard about her since.

Now he's 26 – a single dad with a 4 years old daughter. Even tho its not easy for him to work as a producer while having a child, Sowon still means the world to him.

Even when it's hard sometimes he's truly happy – he has 7 best friends who supports him, a job he loves the most and his daughter who is the brightest light to his dark.

But sometimes he miss the feeling of being loved by someone in a romantic way – he miss his other light that will help him escape the dark past for good.

What happens when these 2 meets?

Will Y/N -someone who is alone and broken inside and have never been in love- be able to help Chan escape from the dark?

Will Chan -someone who needs love to escape his dark past- be able to help Y/N smile and laugh again?

We'll see...

#single dad Chan #fem reader #stray kids #skz bang chan #skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz x you #skz smut

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smolwritingchick · 3 months

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 64- Sweet 18

Chapter Summary: BTS attend the Melon Music Awards. Jennie turns 18. An uninvited guest visits Jennie as all hell breaks loose

Words: 10,000+

Author's Note: Fluff! And protective Yoongi and Jungkook! There is some angst in this near the end regarding diet and weight. Kindly let me know if I need to be more specific for angst warnings to make sure no one is uncomfortable! :)

----- “Oh dear, the guys are at it again, huh?” Hayoon asked, taking a seat next to Jennie with the rest of the GFriend members.

They all decided to have breakfast together and catch up on what was going on in their lives. Jen had just informed them about the chaos that happened and she still was feeling some type of way.

“Yes! Oh my God! They threw up on my Nikes! Nikes! Of all things. I wouldn’t have cared if it was something else but my Nikes!? I was irate.” Jen exclaimed.

“And I’m sure some of those pairs are limited edition and can’t be replaced huh?” Sowon asked “Loving my fashion and all, I understand how you feel.”

“A few were limited edition. And now they’re ruined. And one pair, my mom went through hell and back to get it for me because of the high demand! The one pair was the Nike Dunk Low Pro SB Paris and they’re impossible to find now and they threw up on them! I was one out of the 200 people to get them jawns! My mom told me that I wouldn’t be getting anything else for a couple of years after she bought those expensive shoes for me. Like y’all do not understand. I love my Nike sneakers. Those were some of the rarest sneakers out there! Now it’s ruined...”

“Listening to all that makes me upset. I wouldn’t want any of my items to get ruined like that. And something so rare, too? They better do something for you.” Sowon shook her head.

“They are just like I remembered. I wonder what they’re up to right now.” SinB pondered.

“Probably recovering from their headaches. I didn’t think they’d get that drunk. Sometimes you can’t leave those boys alone by themselves.” Jen said. “I love them. But I want to kill them.”

“Let’s just stay positive. Don’t worry. I know it’s upsetting but watch you get even better pairs than that.” Yuji responded. “Remember, always move forward.”

Jen sighed and nodded. “Yeah...I guess.”

“Jennie, we heard about Bangtan’s contract with Puma! We’re so happy for you.” Eunha beamed.

“Thanks...”

“Uh oh, you don’t seem so happy about Puma.” Yerin chimed in.

“It’s because she still wants to endorse for Nike.” Umji giggled.

Jen thought back to the day she found out about Puma.

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Jennie had walked into Bang PD’s office, meeting the members as they all sat around. She heard about a contract for a big brand and assumed that maybe, just maybe it would finally be the opportunity she had been praying about for years. Endorsing for Nike.

The members shot worried glances at her, tensed and anxious to see her reaction to what Bang PD had to say.

Noticing, Jen called them out, “Okay don’t stare at me and not expect me to ask what is wrong.”

“Nothing, nothing.” Hobi shrugged.

“You sure? You good?” she looked around.

“Yeah, we’re great,” Jin added.

“Uh huh. Okay,” she responded, not convinced.

“Jennie, I’m glad you can join us. I called you all in here because we have a contract for you to sign, to endorse a big brand.” Bang PD mentioned.

“Oh my God...is it-is it Nike?” she covered her mouth as she felt her eyes begin to water.

“Uh...not quite.” he responded with an apologetic smile.

“Not quite...?” Jen felt her life get sucked out of her as soon as he said that. “Okay well, who are we endorsing?” she blinked the tears away, trying not to hide her disappointment.

“Puma!” he presented the contracts.

Staring at the contract, she started laughing. “Wait, wait, wait, Puma?” she pointed at the stack of papers.

“Yes!” Bang PD happily grinned.

“Puma?”

“Yes, Puma.”

“What about Nike?”

“Here we go...” Yoongi murmured while the members shifted uncomfortably.

“Uh, I have to water my plant. I’ll see you.” Jimin quickly got up.

“Sit down,” Jen ordered in a harsh tone. Jimin shrieked and quickly went back to his seat. “So, what about Nike? What is going on with Nike? Why not Nike? Nike is like, better! Nike is like, the best brand ever. Nike is my life.”

“I’m sorry, Jennie. They have not reached out to any of us for endorsements.” Bang PD explained.

“So, we’re not endorsing Nike?”

“No, we are not endorsing Nike.”

“And we’re endorsing Puma?”

“Yes, if you sign the contract.”

“No Nike?”

“No Nike, Jennie. I’m sorry.”

'Are you-are you kidding me?' She asked herself this, wondering why Nike wouldn’t let her endorse them. Was it because she wasn’t an athlete? Should she switch her profession to tennis to get an endorsement? Volleyball? Even running?

“You’ll love it. Puma is a great brand.”

“Oh my God, Puma? PUMA!? No Nike? After I have been trying my hardest to get noticed by this damn company, they still won’t holler at me! I don’t understand why the world is against me and Nike.” she buried her face in her hands. She sighed and signed the contract. “All right, Puma it is. Let’s do this. Thank you. Maybe Nike will see how badass I look in the Puma merch and give me a call."

Bang PD laughed, while Namjoon explained, “ She’s grateful for this, don’t worry. It’ll just take some time but she’ll love Puma.”

“As expected. I knew she was going to react like this."

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“My mom always tells me that good things happen to those who wait and to just leave it up to God, so I’ll continue to just wait on it,“ Jen responded. “My time will come. Maybe it’s not my time yet to endorse Nike because there is a bigger opportunity out there waiting. I’ll probably look back at this and laugh.”

The next day, in a better mood thanks to the new pairs of Nikes from the members, Jen went to school, wearing one of the pairs. They were forgiven, for now until they mess up again.

“Class, for today, we have a special guest coming in to teach you a short routine.” the dance teacher announced. “Please show her the same respect as you give me and give her your undivided attention. Please welcome, Jennie.”

Walking in with a duffle bag, Jennie waved and bowed to everyone. An overwhelming sound of gasps, fanboying and fangirling filled the room because a BTS member would be dancing with them.

“Thank you for having me.” she beamed. “Are we ready to have some fun?”

“Yes!” she heard the overwhelming response which brought a smile to her face.

“Okay, let’s stretch.”

After stretching, some eager fans in the class asked her if they could take a photo with her.

“Let’s get this dance down first. And after that, I’ll take a photo with you. This dance needs to be your top priority, okay?”

Once she demonstrated the dance while playing My Style by The Black Eyed Peas, the students watched, astonished, and intimidated at how fluid the dance was. Seeing their facial expressions through the mirror, she turned around after finishing and smiled in reassurance.

“I know it looks complex, but we will go through this step by step, taking all the time we need. Don’t panic, you will get through this and get it right. Now let’s get started.”

The freshmen truly appreciated how patient she was with them. She was a part of Big Hit, their choreography was always powerful and outstanding. Learning from her would benefit them in the long run.

“Make sure that every move connects. Don’t rush it.” she helped one student.

“Like this?” the student did the move again.

“It looks like you’re so eager to go to the next step that you don’t finish the previous move.”

“Ugh, I’m never going to get this.”

“Hey, it’s fine. I was like this too when I first started dancing. It’s okay. Let’s not think about speed. Let’s take it slow first and then increase our speed. Take your time.”

After a few more tries, the student got it right.

Once finishing teaching everyone the dance, Jen danced with them twice and then sat out to watch them perform. Her heart was filled with joy to see her finished product look so nicely done by the students.

“Yes! Great job everyone! You have worked hard!” she applauded and as promised, took photos with them.

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The Melon Music Awards approached fast as the members got ready for the event. With Jennie, the stylists were taking care of her hair and makeup after adjusting her long pink dress. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was in awe at the person staring back at her.

“WOW! I dunno how you stylists do it. You always know how to make me look good.” she spun around and checked out the dress. “I love this. This is so amazing, thank you.”

They all met up with the rest of the members who already had their attire for the red carpet.

“Okay, Jennie is all set. Are we ready to depart?” one stylist called out.

Jungkook turned his head in the direction of the stylist and noticed Jen’s dress. His eyes widened with his mouth agape. Blushing, he soon adjusted himself when he heard some of the staff members giggling at his reaction.

Jen noticed that each member had something pink on them to match with her. Jungkook and Jimin had pink ties, Jin and Yoongi had pink handkerchiefs, Taehyung had a pink bowtie and Namjoon and Hobi wore pink watches.

Jin turned around after getting his jacket adjusted and widened his eyes. “Oh no. No. Why this dress?”

“We thought this was the best one for Jennie.” some stylists tried to explain to him.

“Ahhhhh! Why are you growing up so fast for me?!” he complained, placing his hands on Jen’s shoulders as she laughed. “You were just sixteen! Look at how high the slit is! It’s showing so much leg! And is that a leg chain!? This is too sexy!”

“Keep a close distance with us. Heads will be turning to stare at you in that dress.” Namjoon added with a soft laugh.

Jen spun around to show off the dress. “Come on, you have to admit I look pretty awesome in this, thanks to the stylists.”

“Yes, you look beautiful. Just, growing into a beautiful young lady right before my eyes...I can’t handle it.” Jin began to tear up.

Taehyung and Jimin started laughing at his overdramatic whining.

“Oh, my God...calm down,” Yoongi called out. “Stop whining. She looks great. The dress suits her anyway.”

Arriving at the event in a van, while it was raining, the security guards had umbrellas up to make sure none of the idols were wet from the weather. Jen was in the van with Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi, behind the van that had Jin, Jungkook, Rapmon, and Hobi. As soon as the door opened, Jin walked out first, commencing the ‘Car Door Guy’ nickname, as the fans began screaming.

Jen was the last one out of the van, getting help from Jimin and Yoongi, to make sure her dress was fine. After meeting up with the rest of the members, they walked down the red carpet, waving and smiling at the fans.

Her dress caught a lot of attention from everyone, including the leg chain on her exposed leg. She had wanted to start wearing more body jewelry and thankfully the stylists allowed her to. It would be a nice trend to start. As they stood to take photos while MCs, Seo Yuri and Heo Young Ji from KARA, talked about Bangtan, the members waved while the cameras kept flashing. Rapmon then talked on behalf of the group for a quick interview. Afterward, they were guided by security to head backstage.

Many idols were dressed in various suits and dresses in different colors and lengths. They all looked stunning to Jennie as she walked by, bowing to various people.

“Jennie! You look amazing!” Hayoon rushed up to her for a hug.

“Girl! So, do you too! Nice legs. I love the white on you.”

“Really? Thank you!”

When Jen saw G-Dragon, she had to hug him and catch up on everything that had been happening. She told him that she wasn’t nervous and was pumped for tonight. He had given her some advice on ways to relax when it came to performing on stage. She was always amazed at how YG Artists seemed so chill at award shows and all casual.

When taking her seat with the rest of the members, sitting between Rapmon and Yoongi, she regarded that GFriend was sitting behind Bangtan and Big Bang was sitting in front. When G-Dragon turned around, he met Jen’s gaze and they waved at each other.

“Ooh! Okay!” Jen grinned as she saw Wonho jump out on stage with a smirk on his face.

The camera caught her numerous times jamming to Monsta X’s performance as fans called her a huge stan of theirs.

And as soon as they began to perform Hero, she got hyped and started singing along, “What, what, what, okay man, let’s go!”

As the performance went on, a camera showed Rapmon, Jen, Yoongi, and Jin. Jen and Yoongi were already lip-syncing along, so they immediately looked at the camera, getting even more hyper together.

Best New Artist Award was up next and GFriend was up against some other girl groups. Jennie had her fingers crossed, obviously hoping that her friends would get this award. They deserved it. Everyone watched on, anticipating the results and before they knew it, GFriend appeared on the screen.

“Yasssss!” Jennie happily clapped.

She turned around and stood up to applaud as she saw the members looking shocked and thrilled. GFriend began walking to the stage, bowing to everyone while Jen continued to cheer.

“That is my best friend! My best friend! Yes, Hayoon! Yes! Strut!”

Hearing her cheer, Hayoon quickly ran up to hug her, tightly.

“I can’t believe we won!” Hayoon exclaimed.

“I am so proud of you! Now get up there, this is your moment!” she let her go and watched her catch up with the other members.

Watching their acceptance speech, Jen had begun tearing up. They worked so hard for this. She was so proud. And then watching GFriend perform, Jennie couldn’t stop smiling. There were so many fancams of her jamming out to IKON’s performance as some fans wondered what it would be like to party with Jen because she was so lively during award shows while a majority of the idols just sat there, nodding to the beat.

Backstage, the members strolled to their dressing room to get changed for their performance. On her way to the dressing room, she bumped into Monsta X.

“Yo! Your performance was friggin lit! Like wow! I‘m blown away. Amazing job, guys! Gotta go, bye!” she quickly told them before she had to rush to the dressing room. They had thanked her and told her they hoped to see her around to formally meet.

Jen wasn’t feeling the outfit for the performance but it is what it is. She did think it was cool they were using LED gloves. She felt like Iron Man. Before they went on stage, they did last minute rehearsals. When they performed, everything went great and Jen loved the remix version of I Need U. The dance break, especially her facial expressions, showed more emotion this time for the song.

“It’s over! It’s over! Woo!” J-Hope yelled on camera as they walked backstage.

Their performance went well after they prepared hard for it. Now they got to get back to their seats to enjoy the rest of the show. Throughout the show, the camera would focus on various idols. When the camera focused on Jennie yet again, she looked up at the screen to see herself. She smiled softly and turned to the camera, giving it a small wave. Fans were screaming loudly as soon as she popped up on the screen, cheering for Bangtan.

Later, they won Best Dance Performance which overwhelmed the members with joy.

“GO JENNIE!” Hayoon yelled out of nowhere before shyly sitting back down after getting surprised stares.

She was so quiet, it amused and caught everyone off-guard to see her like this as she was so supportive of Jennie. Her sudden yell startled Jennie herself, and she let out a laugh, rushing over to give Hayoon a big hug.

“I love you!” she smiled and turned back to walk on stage, meeting with the rest of the group for their acceptance speech.

Once Bangtan was backstage, they celebrated on camera for a Bangtan Bomb.

“Look what we wooooooon!” Jen presented the award with Jimin as everyone started yelling in cheers before dancing around.

“We suffered so much and finally won the dance award. Teacher Sung Deuk worked so hard and finally, we got it!” Jimin cheered.

The show was exciting with great performances and cheers from the fandoms of each idol. Big Bang’s performance was her favorite throughout the entire show as she sang along with Taehyung. Not caring who was watching, she had to stand up and start dancing. Taehyung immediately joined her in the fun.

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18 years old.

Jennie was finally 18!

Crazy how time flies.

In the morning, she woke up early, in a bright mood to record herself dancing to 50 Cent’s In Da Club.

Go, go, go, go go, go,

Go, shawty

It’s your birthday

We gon’ party like it’s yo birthday

She posted the video on Twitter with the caption, ‘WOOOO! 18! Let’s go! Love you all! Thanks for the birthday wishes!’

She was overwhelmed with joy at the support from the fans. From their birthday wishes, amazing fanart, and even Tumblr posts, she was grateful. Fans even trended #HappySmartieDay to celebrate.

‘Thank you for being such an amazing black woman in K-Pop. Although we all can be tired of some of the BS over there, thank you for representing us and staying your natural, beautiful self.’

‘So down to earth and has grown so much as a performer. I am so proud of you, happy birthday queen!’

‘Happy birthday to the baddest bitch in K-Pop! Have a blessed day Jennie! LOVE YOU!’

‘You always look so healthy. Continue to eat well!’

‘Thank you for existing, without you, my confidence wouldn’t be as high because your representation of us colored girls, makes me feel amazing’

‘You show me that it doesn’t matter how you look, you can still do anything’

‘You don’t understand how much I love this girl! She makes me appreciate myself and my skin color’

Taehyung tweeted an embarrassing photo of Jennie sticking her tongue out with a face mask, ‘Happy Birthday Ennie! Love youuuuu! Please don’t hurt me’

“Oh my God...” Jen muttered as she looked at the photo of herself. “I’m going to kill him.”

She replied, ‘Oh HELL no! You screenshotted me while we were on facetime!? #YouAreDead’

J-hope tweeted two videos of her performing the Milly Rock and her teaching BTS the dance and then them performing and laughing. ‘#JenMillyRocksOnAnyBlock she does this dance the best. I can’t keep up, kekeke. Don’t challenge Munchkin to a Milly Rock dance off’

Jin tweeted a video of her teaching him the lean back dance, ‘Thanks for helping me learn this dance. I think I do it better than you, now.’

Namjoon tweeted a photo of her posing like he would for KimDaily. ‘Happy birthday, Jennie. You do KimDaily photos pretty well. Remember this? Giving me a run for my money.’

Jungkook tweeted a short video of them performing a dance cover of Wonder Girl’s Rewind. ‘Happy birthday to my one and only golden best friend. She’s irreplaceable. Thanks for asking me to cover this with you.’

Yoongi had tweeted a photo of her asleep in his studio after a rap lesson. ‘I’m proud of you smartie. #HappySmartieDay #SmartieIsTheBest #ImAMasterofTagsNow’

Big Hit even released her dancing to Electric Lady with some of her idol friends while she was in her Janelle Monae costume. She had a blast filming for it.

“AHHHHHHHH!”

Turning in alarm, she was attacked by silly strings in all directions as she tried to block her face. Laughter filled the room as she confirmed it was the guys.

“Happy birthday, Jennie!” she heard them shout.

She felt herself get thrown over someone’s shoulder and spun around as they began singing and dancing around. Meanwhile, Jimin had recorded the entire thing, laughing in the background, hoping to post the video later on Twitter. Jen realized she was over Namjoon’s shoulder and began laughing after he set her down.

“Thanks, guys!”

“I made your favorite blueberry pancakes. Pancake mix straight from America. Come on!” Jin dragged her out of the room.

Walking into Big Hit’s building, she received many greetings as the staff wished her a happy birthday.

Even from Bang PD and he tweeted two photos. One was the first photo they took together before debut, looking young, and then the other was a recent photo as he expressed how proud he was to have a young lady like her become Miss Bangtan in BTS. His words made her feel really good about herself and she even visited his office to thank him for everything. Thanking him for allowing her a spot in the company. She felt so loved. This company was such a big family. She had also taken the time to thank each of the staff members for everything they have done for her from her trainee days until now.

Whenever it was makeup, clothes, helping her mic, dropping her off someplace, everything she appreciated. And they were touched by her kind words.

When inside her studio, she noticed Yoongi was waiting for her, sitting at her desk with a large pink box in his hands. Turning around, he smiled softly and presented it to her.

“Happy birthday, Smartie.”

“Ahaha, you remembered.” she looked at the Hello Kitty box. “I don’t want to cry today.” she chuckled and began to read his cute birthday note as he took a page out of her book.

“Sorry, but I have a birthday rap made for you. To my annoying Nike loving Smartie,” he responded and began to rap for her.

After he finished, she pulled him in for an embrace. “Thank you for this.”

Before she knew it, the members came inside with a big cake, filled with candles while they were all recorded for a Bangtan Bomb.

“Thanks, guys. Yo, this cake looks so good. Hang on a sec, I have the perfect song.” she put on Cut It and started bumping to the beat. “Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it! This cake looks way too good, we need to cut it! This cake looks way too good, we need to cut it!”

“You’re so corny. Cut the cake already, I want to eat a slice.” Yoongi exclaimed as the members laughed.

“Hey! She gets first dibs.” Jin called out

“Take as much time as you want,” Hobi giggled

“Can I have the strawberries on the cake?” Taehyung started reaching for one.

“ARMY got something for you.” Jungkook presented her with a big box.

“The heck is this? ARMY didn’t have to do this,” she said, looking at the box in amazement.

ARMY raised money to buy her a custom made purple electric guitar with each of the members’ names engraved on it and other encouraging messages. She hadn’t talked about wanting an electric guitar for a long time but the fact that ARMY remembered, and they did something like for her, made her cry as she wiped her tears. As if the birthday bus advertisement wasn’t enough, this took the cake.

Jen sniffed, “I don’t understand what I did to deserve such loving fans. Thank you ARMY, you’re the best.”

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A few days later, Namjoon and Jennie were in Namjoon’s studio, patiently waiting for Angelina to arrive. She was just a few minutes away from arriving at the Big Hit building, and Jen noticed Namjoon trying to remain calm.

“You are freaking out.” she teased.

“I-I’m not.”

“Sure. Just make sure you don’t freeze when you meet her in person.”

“Why would I freeze?”

‘He is so going to freeze.’ she thought.

Before they knew it, Jennie found Angelina at the building. “FINALLY!” Jennie shouted and jumped on top of her, making them both fall down.

“Ahh! You got heavier!” Angelina laughed. “I missed you!”

“Missed you more! I am so happy you’ll be staying for a while.” Jen got up and helped her up. “Come on, let me introduce you to the guys. Let’s go. We have a lot to talk about.” She beckoned her to follow her.

Once they made it to where the members were, Jennie decided to introduce her to Namjoon first. She had a feeling Angelina really wanted to see him, so she decided to fulfill her wishes. And like Jennie predicted, he froze.

He stood there, stunned in his studio.

“Hi.” Angelina softly greeted. “Wow, you look cuter in person, good Lord.”

“H-hi. You look even more beautiful in person.” he stumbled over his words

Jen snorted. He was smitten and it was adorable to see him like this. Namjoon was about to go for a handshake but then decided to hug her.

‘Aw...’ Jen smiled.

Jennie had told Angelina about what was going on in Bangtan and the three of them had a long conversation about everything. Miss Bangtan began to feel mischievous and decided to tease Namjoon.

“Oh! Angelina, you got to hear Expensive Girl. It’s funny as hell. I could not stop laughing when I first heard it. He singlehandedly killed ARMY with this song."

Namjoon widened his eyes. “Nah, nah, we don’t need to listen to that. Let’s talk about something else.”

“Ignore him. I have it right on my phone.”

“Woman, don’t do it. Do not do it!” he warned while Angelina started giggling.

“What? What? Let her listen! Her mind is as dirty as yours so she’ll love the song regardless.”

“Ah...why me?” he whined as she played it loud for them all to hear.

Namjoon was mentally preparing to make sure to tease the hell out of Jennie whenever she and Jungkook started dating because there was no way she was getting away with this. With Jen, she had to control her laughter as the song played. Namjoon felt his face warm up and glanced at Angelina who looked amused but into the song.

Once the torture was over, Angelina said, “You’re really cute, you know that? I like the song.”

Namjoon stared at her in surprise. “Y-you do?”

“Yeah. I really do.”

“Well, I gotta go, so, I’ll see you two later. Namjoon can introduce you to the rest of the members.” Jen stood up.

“Wait you’re leaving?” Namjoon asked in alarm.

He was so nervous, he didn’t want Jen to leave, yet. He felt like he’d say something wrong in English or something. Truth be told, Angelina was also nervous. Her best friend was leaving her alone with Namjoon and she lost count of how many times her heart raced or how flushed she felt.

“Bye!” she left the studio.

She wanted to give them some alone time. They deserved it. Turning around, she saw Jungkook and smiled.

“Hyung froze, huh?”

“At first glance. It was hilarious.”

“Did Hyung ask her out, yet?”

“They’re working on it. I’m just happy that she’s happy. I haven’t seen her like that in a while.”

Throughout the rest of the day, Jen spent time practicing choreography with Hobi and then stayed in her studio. Angelina walked inside and sat with her.

“What?” Angelina glanced away after being stared at.

“You’re glowing,” Jen confirmed.

“What you mean?”

“You’re smiling so widely, it’s cute.”

“Hush.”

“So...”

“What? Stop staring!”

“I want the tea, sis.”

She chuckled nervously. “Well...we’re gonna have a little studio date soon.”

Jennie fist pumped. “All right! Namjoon is a sweetheart and a gentleman. I know you will have a great time. I’m just happy to see you happy. I really hope that maybe you two can date. Despite him being an idol and you being in America as a rapper, I’m sure it will all work out.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank you. I really like him. Are you sure you’re cool with me dating your leader?”

“Um, that’s not my decision. Do whatever you want. If that is what Namjoon wants, then I will support him. You two look so happy with each other, I highly encourage you two to date.”

“Okay. I’ll keep you posted on how things go.”

“Good.”

“Ooh girl, I have some very exciting news to tell you.”

“What happened?”

“Guess who I will be collaborating with, pretty soon?”

“Who?

“The Weeknd!”

“Ahhhhh! What!? Holy shit, are you for real?!”

“Yes!”

“That’s huge! You’re going to blow up even more after this!”

“Ah, you really think so? This is such a dream come true, collaborating with my favorite artists. It’s such a blessing. There is just so much stuff I want to do. I hope I can do it.”

“You can and you will. I’ll be right there to support you. I’ll always have your back. No matter what.”

“This is why I love you.”

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Finally, after a year hiatus, Jennie had her singing exhibit again. She underestimated the number of people who wanted to attend. It was much bigger and she’ll have to think about bigger venues or even other areas to have it since it was such a high demand.

But although a lot of BTS fans came, she really wanted those who simply love to sing and want to sing or learn to sing. That was her goal when she first started the event back during her Amity days. She’ll have to make a future announcement about that. Despite a large number of people, things remained under control and she stayed until she met every single person and bonded over their passion for singing.

Once the event ended, she stayed to clean up with the staff members and Sejin stayed with her until she was ready to go back to the dorm.

“Wait, please, I know it’s over but can I please see her?” a desperate male voice called out.

Jen stopped cleaning up and saw a black male, who looked exhausted.

“Hey, you can let him in,” she reassured the security.

The boy sighed out of relief and walked in. “This was not how I wanted to meet you. I’m a hot mess, right now. I had no time to prepare, I’m sweaty, I’m tired, but I’m here.”

“Why were you in such a rush? And where are my manners, hi!”

“Hi!” he laughed. “I had to stay late for a college class due to a big project. It was so frustrating. I really wanted to be here on time. I never was able to attend any of your events.”

“Hey, education comes first. Sit down, chill with me.”

“A-are you serious?”

“Yeah. Yoongi can wait a little bit.”

“Ah, that’s right, you’re still learning how to rap from him?”

“Yep, loving every session with him.”

“Oh well, I don’t want to hold you up.”

“Nah, it’s fine. Come on and Yoongi is probably working on music, anyway.”

They sat down and Jen smiled. The guy was shocked that he didn’t feel nervous around her. It was like talking to an old friend.

“Thank you. I can’t believe I’m sitting with THE Miss Bangtan. You always slay my life when you’re on stage!”

“Aw, thank you. How was your project? What was it for?”

“An art project. I believe I passed.”

“Good. I’m thrilled to hear that. What’s your major?”

“Art. I’m studying abroad for all of my college years.”

“Wow! What do you want to do with that?

“A lot of things actually. One thing I’d love to do is be a graphic designer.”

“Wow, keep doing what you’re doing. You have my full support.”

“I will. I also sing too. I’m doing both.”

“Sing for me.”

He sang a few notes of Oui by Jeremih, which blew her away. She enthusiastically complimented him on his skills.

“Really? That means so much coming from you.” he grinned. “Hey, do you want to go to college when you graduate SOPA?”

“Most definitely. I’d like to go to a college in America but I’m not sure yet since I’m here in Korea, as a member of BTS. We’ll see.”

“Do you have any idea what you want to do?”

“To be honest, I have no idea what I want my major to be or what I want to do in college. But I still have time. You said you’re an artist, can I see what you have drawn?”

“Yeah, of course!” he showed her some of his work from his portfolio in his school bag.

“Damn, this is phenomenal! Very aesthetic!”

“I also have an art show coming up.”

“You do? When? Where?”

“This Saturday evening.” he showed her the location.

“I’m free that day. I’d like to come if you don’t mind.”

“W-what? Are you for real?”

“Yeah, why not? I just love supporting anyone that’s black. Everyone wants to bring us down but we will continue to do what we can to prosper. And with what you’re doing, I don’t see a lot of black artists that often, even though I know there are a lot of talented ones out there that should get a lot of recognition. You have a gift. Heck, I might just buy something from you. Can I get your Instagram?”

“Deadass?”

“Deadass, let’s keep in touch by DMing each other. I want to see how your journey progresses.”

“Yo, you are like...pure girlfriend material. I love you so much. Your support is everything. Whoever is the man you date, will remain grounded and able because of your constant support. Don’t ever change, Jennie. Thank you for this.”

“You are very welcome.”

Afterward, they took a selfie and he posted it on his social media with the caption, ‘It was a blessing to come here late. Thank you for everything!’

Once Jen arrived back in her dorm, she was exhausted from the event and then from her rap lessons with Yoongi. All she wanted to do was sleep. Heading to her room, she saw Angelina on her bed, not looking too happy. She heard her sniffing, and she realized that she had been crying.

“Whoa, whoa, what’s wrong with you?” Jennie quickly rushed over to her as Angelina wiped her tears.

“It’s the collab...”

“What about the collab?”

“I’m not collabing with him, anymore.”

“What do you mean you’re not doing the collab with him, anymore?”

“I don’t know! Apparently, it got scrapped and there’s some dirt on me for being problematic. There are rumors that I’m not the best person to work with. It’s all bullshit.”

“Are you serious...?” Jen frowned.

“Look, I know I have a little bit of a mouth, but I’ve matured. Like damn, I love The Weeknd. I busted my butt to get that collab and now it’s gone...it’s so unfair man, I worked so hard to earn that spot...they're going to give the spot to someone else but I'm not sure who...”

Jennie pulled her in for a hug. A lot of questions were on her mind. She thought about who would want to ruin something like that for Angelina and who got the spot instead.

‘This just doesn’t make any sense...’ Jen thought to herself.

How could they confirm their collab and then change their mind so suddenly?

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Saturday rolled around quickly as she attended the boy’s art show. His paintings were stunning and he even surprised her with a drawing of BTS for Big Hit to hang in one of their studios. She was glad she came and took a bunch of photos, posting them on her Twitter, asking ARMY to support his work.

Yoongi had also tagged along with her, admiring the work that the college students put out. The boy’s parents even came to Seoul to see their son, and Jennie happily introduced herself, telling them how talented their son was.

“This is for you. To support all your artistic needs and other opportunities.” Jen presented him with a gift basket.

Along with it was an envelope that had a nice sum of cash for him to help with his future. While she and Yoongi signed the back of his artwork for him, writing some encouraging messages, some artists were fans of BTS and asked for photos.

Once Yoongi excused himself to use the bathroom, Jennie continued to look at the other artwork.

“Wow! This looks amazing. This is yours?”

She heard a familiar voice.

It couldn’t be...

Not here of all places...

Not now...

Jennie feared for the worst and slowly turned around to see Hailey talking to one of the artists, who seemed starstruck because she was an Amity fan. Jen had remembered that Amity would be having their world tour in Seoul, and it looked like they were already here. At least Hailey was. But it didn’t make any sense.

Why was she here? She had no business here whatsoever.

Jen frowned as she watched Hailey have her manager film her giving the girl a big sum of cash to help with school. The girl began to get emotional and kept thanking her for everything. Taking a selfie, Hailey immediately posted it on social media as her fans would comment on how much of a ‘generous queen’ she was and that she was an ‘amazing leader’.

Once everyone left to go to the other room for some refreshments and other activities, Hailey and Jen were left alone in the room. Jen’s eyes closed in dissatisfaction as she heard the dreaded voice of the person she wanted to avoid forever.

This was not the time nor place for any of this.

“Quitter! Long time no see!” Hailey beamed, watching her open her eyes, looking at her unamused. “I missed you! Wow, your hair looks nice. Did you gain a little weight, too? I guess that Korean food is making you a little thick. Nice. You look wonderful. How’s BTS? I heard about your little comeback that’s coming up. Let’s see if you’ll finally get an award this time. And let us see if the song is actually good. The others...eh...not so much. I bet those first wins for I Need U were pity awards.”

Jennie clenched her jaw, continuing to look annoyed by her presence.

‘Not worth it...bite your tongue.’ she told herself.

Just why of all places did she have to come here and pull that half-assed publicity stunt during her moment with a fan?

“I get it, I get it.” Hailey chuckled, understanding her reaction. “You are so happy to see me that you’re speechless!”

Jen slowly shook her head in disappointment. “Why do you always feel the need to one-up me...? Everyone? You never let anyone have their time to shine or have their moment. You always make it about you. Always...”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Everything I do, you try your darndest to do it extra.”

“Where are your receipts?”

“I learned Korean because I love the culture and wanted to communicate with everyone if I ever got the opportunity to come to Seoul and be a K-Pop idol. And now I’m here, blessed. But with you, you learned it out of spite to get back at me. You said it was a waste of time and that you hated it, years ago.”

“Okay, and?”

“My songs in my notebook which you took? I wrote what I was feeling. What was on my mind. And then Songstress changed it into unmeaningful lyrics for a single.”

“We made the songs better.”

“And then here at this art show. What I did with my fan was from the heart, not for attention. I don’t need the media to know when I give someone money or whatever. I just do it from the heart. You, on the other hand, do it for publicity, posting everything on social media, lying to the public about who you really are.”

“Do I now?”

“You’re fake and you’re a phony.”

“Ouch....”

“It won’t be too long before everyone knows what Songstress is doing to screw Angelina and me over to make you guys look better. They won’t let it go, huh? That we left? That we found a better home to showcase our talent with music? That we are more successful without the company? That we’re happy? Even if you guys are more popular now, Amity is not how it used to be. It’s not a group. It’s just Hailey and the backups.”

“Wow! I can just feel the animosity you have towards me and I just want to know if you’re going to do something about it. Because Angelina retaliated over the years. Got on my bad side and now she’s in the state that she’s in, losing that collab with The Weeknd and now Trinity has it.”

Jennie quickly got in her face, narrowing her eyes. She had a feeling Songstress had something to do with it. How heartbroken her best friend was when she found out she lost that collab with him is an image that will never leave her head.

“Good, good. Get angrier," Hailey provoked. "I’m just waiting for you to snap too, that’s all. Your mind is just a ticking time bomb. I’m just patiently waiting. You know, I really like it when you guys get so pressed when it comes to me. Angelina always has my name in her mouth. You, you’re better. You never talk about me like she does but the fact that when you look at me and you get so mad, even a little intimidated, just makes this entire scenario more entertaining.”

Jen scoffed and shook her head. “I knew it. I knew there was a pattern. First, her losing out on winning an award at the MTV Video Music Awards when you knew Angelina was getting higher votes than the other nominees and you knew damn well she deserved it. And now losing the song to collaborate with The Weeknd. Suddenly Trinity has it now. Did Songstress pay to decrease her votes or something for the award? What did you guys do?”

“Who knows, maybe she has a lot of enemies. Or the competition is just too much and she’s not as good as she thinks she is. Maybe Trinity was a better fit for the collab.”

“Un-believable...you and Songstress have got to be the shadiest people ever.”

“And are you planning on doing something? Do you want to end up like Angelina? I mean, after showing how problematic she is, I’m sure everyone was pretty convinced to not work with her, anymore. I’d try to stay on my good side if I were you. And hey, don’t get mad at me. It’s just business.”

“No. It’s just spiteful. You’re garbage.”

“Yeah, Angelina tells me that all the time.” she shrugged. “Oh, and before I forget...your belated birthday gift. A VIP pass to see how great we are.” Hailey presented a ticket to Amity’s upcoming concert in Seoul.

“Not interested.”

“That’s a VIP ticket, you know there are a lot of people that would kill for a VIP ticket to an Amity concert. But why am I not surprised? You were always ungrateful.”

“Do me a favor and stay away from me.”

“Wow, I came all the way here and you gonna treat your old leader like this?”

Something told Jennie that the Lord was testing her and she could only hope that she had the strength to not do anything she would regret in the future during Amity’s stay in Korea.

“I am not joking. Stay away from me. Leave Angelina alone and back off of anyone from Big Hit. I don’t care if it’s a stylist, stay away. I am not in the mood, I am in a good place and I am not letting you fuck it up.”

“Ma’am, yes ma’am! Just tell Angelina that Trinity will let her know how the collab goes! See you around, quitter.”

Once Jennie watched her walk away, she took her phone out of her pocket and ended the voice recording, saving it. Something told her to record and she was glad that she listened to her gut feeling. She was going to do whatever she could to get that collab back to Angelina and clear her name from all those lies Songstress said. She didn’t deserve any of this and Jen couldn’t stand back and watch it happen anymore.

It was time to clap back. She had enough of Amity’s foolery and it was going to end very soon.

As Hailey walked out of the room, she noticed Yoongi and called him out.

“Well! If it isn’t boyfriend number six!”

“I thought you were leaving.” Jen met up with Yoongi, narrowing her eyes at her.

“I was but you didn’t tell me boyfriend number six was here. Suga, was it? Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Hailey.”

Yoongi ignored her. “Jennifer.”

Every time Yoongi said her full name, she knew he was dead serious.

“Yeah?” she asked, watching him turn his head to her.

“Is this the person that’s been causing you trouble over the years...?”

Hailey scoffed. “Me? First of all, she is the one that’s been causing-“

“Was I talking to you?” Yoongi bluntly interrupted.

“I don’t appreciate that attitude you’re giving me. But the music that you make for BTS is a failure, so...I can see why you’re so bitter.”

“We didn’t ask about your music. We know your music is a disappointment.”

“Excuse me-“

“You’re excused. I can literally see the shit coming out of your mouth from all these lies you’ve said. You lost a dime. Took Jennifer for granted and now you try so hard to ruin the success that she has because you know that she is better than you. She is better than you as a person and better than you as a performer. She earned everything. You were handed everything and you keep coming back, popping up where you are irrelevant to whatever is going on. This stunt won’t make your phony ass relevant.”

“Are you friggin kidding me? I was not handed everything and how dare you say to my face that this ignorant stupid bitch is better than me!?”

Jen was about to open up her mouth, bothered that she name called her but halted once Yoongi raised his hand, signaling her to stop.

“A stupid bitch? If I remember correctly, I’m looking at one, right now. And the woman standing next to me is nowhere near what you described. So if I were you, I’d choose my words wisely.”

Jen let out a chuckle at his comment. He wasn’t wrong, that’s for sure, and Hailey’s agape reaction made it even funnier.

“You really going to insult me of all people like this?”

“I’m not insulting you, I’m just describing how pathetic you are. Are you done embarrassing yourself? If so, you can get the fuck out of here. And I highly suggest you leave Jennifer alone. Don’t piss me off.” he said in a harsh tone.

A tone that surprised Jennie. She had never seen Yoongi like this before. Hailey was so stunned, that she couldn’t even say anything as she felt intimidated by him and took a step back.

“S-so you have little boyfriend fight your battles for you?” she turned her attention to Jennie.

“Nah, Jennifer can handle herself pretty well. I just want you to shut the fuck up. So, why are you still standing here, looking stupid? Get the fuck out of here and go back to your group. And if I see you around Jennifer again or cause her any more problems, we will have a problem. So, think wisely.”

Flustered and angry, Hailey stormed out while they watched her leave.

"Wow...thank you," Jen said.

"Always...let's get out of here." he grabbed her hand and walked her out of the building.

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“I knew it was that bitch! I’m gonna fuck her up!” Angelina yelled, pacing around the studio after Jennie played the recording for everyone.

Her sudden outburst scared a few of the members, who had no idea what she was yelling in English.

“No, Ang!” Jen exclaimed.

“What do you mean no!? You gonna let this bitch do this to me!?” she snapped. “I am going to kill her-“

“Do not let her have that power over you.” she snapped back. “I know it’s difficult, I want to hit her as much as you do but we cannot go that route. It is not worth it. I need you to listen to me because I have a plan and I want this to work. But you need to calm down for this to go well, okay? I got you, I always got you.”

She exhaled and sat back down, meanwhile, Jen had translated everything that was going on to the members and they were not too happy about the situation.

“It’s time to clap back,” Jen announced. “I want to end this once and for all.”

"Yeah, this needs to end. How much you want to bet that they turned on Layla?" Angelina asked.

“No need, I already know they did. First me, then you, now her. She got dragged into being one of her goons and now it seems like she’s opening her eyes and wants a way out just like us. Well, hopefully, that’ll end very soon.”

“She is such a manipulator, thank God you recorded her. But no really, thank you for recording her. I don’t know what I would do if you didn’t. I just might get that collab back because of you. If I do, I need to pay you back, big time.”

“Don’t. I don’t want to be repaid. I really don’t care about getting anything back from you. It’s no need. You’re my best friend, I always got your back. And besides, I’ve been trying to think of a way to end this mess and this recording will do the trick.”

“I can make a big video of the audio on my YouTube channel. But maybe she’s hiding more secrets. If there is a way that we can video record her for even more proof, that’ll be even better.”

“We’ll think about that. In the meantime, I want some frozen yogurt. Let’s hang, my treat.”

“You really not gonna let a girl pay anything while she’s here, huh?”

“Nope.”

----

Since BTS were performing some more concerts, they stayed in a hotel in Seoul. And ironically, Amity stayed at the same hotel after finishing up their tour dates there. Since they were done, they had a few more days to stay in the country and decided to check out everything. But from Amity’s Instagram page, it seemed to just be Trinity and Hailey hanging out, with Layla nowhere to be found.

Meanwhile, Hailey, Trinity, and Layla were shopping in Seoul. Mostly just Trinity and Hailey as Layla dragged herself along, disinterested. She felt left out of everything ever since she had questioned why they were still trying to dwell on the drama with Jennie and Angelina. Layla began to question the way she’s been acting over the years and felt like things weren’t right.

She felt like a follower and as soon as she began to not do what Hailey wanted her to do, that’s when she saw a change in her friendships with her and Trinity. She began to feel exactly how Angelina and Jen felt.

She honestly felt miserable and was planning on leaving the group after the tour was over. She was over everything. The final straw was when Hailey had wanted to give the Weeknd collab to her but it was actually for Angelina. And once Layla had said no, Hailey had given it to Trinity instead.

She was over the manipulation. Hurting others for her personal gain. This was not who she was and she didn’t want to be a part of this type of lifestyle, anymore. If only she could bump into Jennie and apologize for everything. But she probably doesn’t want anything to do with her and will blow her off as soon as she sees her. Sorry, wouldn’t even be enough anyway.

“Uh, I actually don’t feel like shopping. I just want to go check out one of the museums, can you come with me?” Layla asked.

“Seriously? Absolutely not.” Trinity rolled her eyes.

“Really? I always do everything you guys want to do. For once, just take an interest in what I want to do.” she frowned.

“Shop for once, not stand and look at paintings or whatever. I don’t feel like going to no boring museum.” Hailey added.

“Wow.” Layla shook her head. “Of course, you guys don’t. But when it comes to what you want to do, you’re all energetic. You’re fake for that.”

“After all Songstress has done for you? After all, I’ve done for you, you want to call me fake?” Hailey called her out. “If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be here today, so I’d watch what I say. You want to end up like Jen and Angelina? But I'm the bad guy, right? Blame me for everything if it makes you feel better,"

Layla walked past them, outside the store. All this gaslighting had to stop. She had to leave as soon as this tour was over. She couldn’t take much more of this type of treatment. Trying to guilt trip her and all.

“She is annoying as hell,” Trinity murmured.

“Well, it’s Layla, what do you expect?” Hailey turned and saw Jimin, Jin, and Taehyung walking inside the store with masks on. “Oh, what do you know? Boyfriends number seven, three and two are here.”

-----

With Layla, on her way to the museum, she made a quick stop at a coffee shop. Getting her drink and muffin, she noticed a familiar figure and decided to approach them.

“...Rap Monster...?” she timidly called out. Once he turned around, it was him. “I’m uh, I’m Layla. A member of Amity. I’m sorry for disturbing you but I uh...I really need to tell Jennie something. I know she probably wants nothing to do with me but please when you see her, just tell her that I have something to give her. Please.”

Back at the hotel, Hailey with her shopping bags made her way inside the elevator. Her plan for the rest of the day was to go to a spa, but once she saw a hooded and masked Jungkook walk in, it automatically felt like Christmas for her as she constantly kept bumping into the BTS members.

She already ruined Jin's, Jimin's, and Taehyung’s day, so why not cause more chaos before she leaves Seoul?

“Well, if it isn’t boyfriend number one...Jungkook, right? I’m Hailey. But I guess Jen already talked about me so I’m sure you know who I am.”

Jungkook was shooked and didn’t respond. How could he? He pretended to ignore her like he had headphones in his ears. He was also bothered by her presence.

“So, you’re the one in love with her, right? Maybe I should tell her for you,” she pondered, causing him to immediately turn his head, tensing up. “Wow, that certainly caught your attention. But honestly? What difference does it make? She’s going to say no. Doesn’t her family want her to date within her race? Do you honestly think she’ll date a Korean guy like you? Come on, you’re cute but that’s not the ideal type she wants.”

That, unfortunately, bothered Jungkook as he felt himself getting angry at her presence.

Hailey, however, appeared satisfied with his reaction and assumed he was feeling discouraged. She wanted to see if she could spark an argument between Jen and Jungkook if she got into his head enough. He seemed to easily become jealous so perhaps she could use that in her favor.

“I mean, you never know, she just might be dating Kevin on the low. Ever thought about that? You know all those times she goes to America, do you think she goes to see him?” she faked a concerned voice. “Man, it must hurt. Having the girl you like kissing another guy? Knowing that you were too late? They're probably sleeping with each other. That must sting to the core.”

Although he was upset, Jungkook continued to ignore her. Jen said it countless times that they were friends and he trusted her word. He knew what was going on here. Hailey was trying to get in his head by telling lies.

She laughed, “Whatever, I really don’t care about your dumb puppy love. Although, I have to ask, why are you forcing yourself to wait for someone like her? Don’t you see all those other girls that are head over heels for you? But you choose Jennie of all people? I think you’re too loyal to someone that’s extremely oblivious to your feelings. Don’t waste your time. She’ll only hurt you in the end. Being in the friend zone is not a pleasant place to be. Date someone a little older, too. It’ll save you a lot of time and heartache. I’m sure there are a lot of other women that’ll be a better candidate than her. She is not worth it-"

Getting angry, Jungkook shot her a glare which made her stop rambling and take a step back. She was not expecting that kind of reaction as her stomach dropped.

"Enough," he spoke in a stern voice, startling her. "You do not know anything about what we have. It's in your best interest to stop talking bad about her. Especially in front of me. She is worth everything and someone like you can never compare. I am going to tell you this, one time...Stay away from her and leave her alone,"

Once the stop on his floor came, he stormed off, leaving her taken aback.

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Jennie could not understand how one person could cause so much chaos in one day. It began to stress her out as she went to comfort the members. She should’ve known better as her body tensed up when she found out that Hailey had bumped into Jimin, Jin, and Taehyung. Hailey even made Jimin cry when she spoke about his weight.

Of all things...and as hard as Jen tried to boost Jimin’s confidence, it was like all the positive things she said to him over the years were nowhere compared to the comments Hailey had told him, today. And what irritated her, even more, was that Hailey was still around the members when Jen and even Yoongi had told her to stay away from everyone in Big Hit.

“She fuckin’ lucky she didn’t see me, today.” Yoongi spat, pacing around angrily. “She is fucking lucky...if I were you, Jennifer, I’d beat the shit out of her, tonight. I can’t put my hands on her but you can. Just do me one fucking favor and give her one clean hit to the face.”

“Violence is not the answer,” Namjoon warned.

“Fuck that!” he snapped. “Clearly words aren’t enough, Namjoon!”

“Maybe after this video, Angelina creates, it will be,” he added.

During his encounter with Layla, she had agreed to let him video record her spilling all sorts of tea about Hailey to add to what Jen recorded.

“Doesn’t matter, it’s not enough.” Yoongi turned to Jen. “What are you going to do? It’s your call. Years of frustration, end this shit tonight.”

Jennie exhaled while she had Jimin in her arms, holding him tightly after comforting him and stopping him from crying. It took a while to even get him to eat dinner as he questioned his weight. She hoped and prayed it wouldn’t trigger him to begin an unhealthy diet to try to lose weight. Sometimes she felt like all this drama was her fault. This was just between her and Hailey. But then Hailey wanted to get the members involved, stressing them out.

“Although we spoke to Big Hit about what is going on...just...look...just don’t hit her first. If she hits you, you have every right to defend yourself.” Namjoon asserted. “But use it as a last resort.”

“Use it as a first resort,” Yoongi growled

Moments later, Angelina had finished with the YouTube video to expose Hailey & Songstress and posted it on her channel. Now it wouldn’t be too long before the entire world finds out the shadiness. But to Jen, it wasn’t enough and Angelina had agreed.

“There you are, where you been?” Hobi called out, seeing Jungkook walk in.

The Golden Maknae was still agitated about his encounter earlier today. Jennie had noticed Jungkook looking fidgety and decided to call him out on it instead of leaving the situation alone. And for the most part, she was glad that she did, realizing that he had probably been approached by Hailey.

“What did she say?” she demanded, causing him to widen his eyes.

“How did you know?”

“Because you’re not the only member she approached. And it’s your body language,” she responded and translated what was going on to Angelina.

Angelina scoffed and shook her head. “Of course, she did. As if the first confrontation wasn’t enough. Wasn’t Suga’s diss enough for her to not associate herself with Bangtan? She must want to be embarrassed again.”

“I’m sure she just sees Jungkook as an easy target like she did with Jimin.” Jennie sighed.

“She’s just trying to get under your skin.”

“I know...it worked,” Jennie admitted.

“What do you want to do?”

“Let’s go to her room."

“And pay her a visit? Count me in!”

Jennie turned back to Jungkook, “Did she bother you or make you uncomfortable in any way?”

Miss Bangtan waited for his answer. Watching him slowly nod in response, she nodded a couple of times, clenching her jaw.

First coming unannounced at the art show.

Then making Jimin cry.

Then making Jin and Taehyung uncomfortable.

And now making Jungkook uncomfortable.

No more of this.

“I swear,” Angelina complained, “She’s like an annoying fly that you want to kill so badly.”

Jennie closed her eyes and inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to keep her emotions in check. She opened her eyes, released Jimin and went to grab her sneakers, putting them on. She then puts her hair in a high bun.

“We’ll be back,” Jen announced.

“Good. Thank you. Ruin her fucking life, tonight.” Yoongi grumbled as she started walking to the door.

Jungkook stopped her by grabbing her hand, “Are you sure about this?” he asked

"Jungkook, if someone messes with you or anyone in Bangtan, I have a problem with them," Jennie said, standing in front of him. "I specifically told her to stay away from every one of you. To not bother any of you or give anybody in Bangtan or Big Hit a hard time. But what does she do? Bother you guys and I don’t appreciate that. Clearly, she didn’t get the message so... she and I are going to have a little chat. Stay here. I'll be back," she smiled and began to walk past him with Angelina to the door.

“Munchkin,” Hobi called out, causing her to turn around to face him.

“Yeah?”

“Right hook, left hook then right, again.”

“I’ll keep that into consideration.” she nodded and left the room with Angelina.

#jungkook x oc #bangtan boys #bts #bts additional member #the bangtan gal #bts 8th member #bts fanfic #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagine #bts imagine #bts scenarios #bts added member #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop oc #kpop black oc #bts black oc

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abby-grace · 9 months

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Groups I Stan and My Biases

(I will write for any of these you wish! Feel free to ask anything! However, I will not write smut for any underage members in a group. Fluff and angst are acceptable.)

Masterlist

What I Won’t Write

•Ult Girl Group : Purple Kiss (Ireh)

•Ult Boy Group : Ateez (Jongho)

•Ult Female Soloist : JINI, Younha

•Ult Male Soloist : Eric Nam, Kim Woojin

.•EVERGLOW (Onda & Sihyeon)

•Red Velvet (Yeri)

•LUCY (Gwangil)

•Stray Kids (Changbin and I.N)

•Dreamcatcher (Handong)

•Dreamnote (Miso)

•Mamamoo (Wheein)

•H1-Key (Seoi)

•TXT (OT5)

•Enhypen (OT7)

•KARD (Jiwoo)

•TWICE (Dahyun and Mina)

•ROCKET PUNCH (OT6)

•(G) I-DLE (Miyeon)

•Aespa (Giselle)

•Crossing Rain (Devin)

•BTS (RM)

•ITZY (Yuna)

•NMIXX (Jiwoo)

•IVE (Yujin)

•Rolling Quartz (OT5)

•Le Sserafim (Sakura)

•VCHA (Kaylee)

•Primrose (Hayun)

•CRAXY (Hyejin)

•BLACKSWAN (Gabi)

•IZ*ONE [DISBANDED] (Hitomi)

•GFRIEND [DISBANDED] (Sowon)

•CLC [DISBANDED] (OT7)

•Jessi

•Sunmi

•Chung Ha

•AleXa

•HyunA

•Kwon Eunbi

•Lee Chaeyeon

•IU

•Park Jihoon

•B.I.

•Soojin

Do not be scared to talk to me! I will gladly be friends! I’ll make an anon list too for those who would like it!

#masterlist #kpop

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ssaakuraaa · 2 years

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M A S T E R L I S T ✿

my masterlist !! more works on the way !

S T R A Y K I D S

headcannons⇩

how they make out w/ u : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688603855866429440/s-t-r-a-y-k-i-d-s-h-e-a-d-c-a-n-n-o-n

grocery shopping w/ them : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688948495164620800/s-t-r-a-y-k-i-d-s-h-e-a-d-c-a-n-n-o-n

reactions ⇩

their reaction to u wearing their hoodie : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688520086449946624/s-t-r-a-y-k-i-d-s-r-e-a-c-t-i-o-n

their reaction to u taking a bite of their food without asking : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688521774815707136/s-t-r-a-y-k-i-d-s-r-e-a-c-t-i-o-n

their reaction to u wearing short clothing & they don’t like it : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688528140973359104/s-t-r-a-y-k-i-d-s-r-e-a-c-t-i-o-n

skz reaction when they get turned on !!smut!! : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688586076735127552/s-t-r-a-y-k-i-d-s-r-e-a-c-t-i-o-n

their reaction to seeing your ex in public : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/694113082699546625/stray-kids-reaction

certain members ⇩

bang chan

nothing

lee know / minho

[8:46] : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/692065588415266816/846-lee-minho-lee-know

changbin

nothing

hyunjin

nothing

han / jisung

nothing

felix

nothing

seungmin

nothing

i.n / jeongin

nothing

T W I C E

headcannons⇩

what they do when ur stressed : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688587536909713409/t-w-i-c-e-h-e-a-d-c-a-n-n-o-n

them as ur gf : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688597926984990720/t-w-i-c-e-h-e-a-d-c-a-n-n-o-n

top, bottom or switch : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/689529646302298112/t-w-i-c-e-h-e-a-d-c-a-n-n-o-n

them as your bully that secretly has a crush on you : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/694199432883945472/twice-headcannon

reactions⇩

twice reaction to you surprising them on tour

imagines ⇩

nayeon

nothing yet

jeongyeon

nothing yet

momo

nothing yet

sana

nothing yet

jihyo

nothing yet

mina

nothing yet

dahyun

nothing yet

chaeyoung

nothing yet

tzuyu

nothing yet

I T Z Y

headcannons ⇩

in the works !

reactions ⇩

their reaction when jealous : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688617507563683840/i-t-z-y-r-e-a-c-t-i-o-n

imagines ⇩

yeji

nothing yet

lia

nothing yet

ryujin

nothing yet

chaeryeong

nothing yet

yuna

nothing yet

L O O N A

headcannons ⇩

them as ur gf : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688698645523169280/l-o-o-n-a-h-e-a-d-c-a-n-n-o-n

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haseul

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vivi

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yves

jealousy : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/691673892480253952/j-e-a-l-o-u-s-y-yves

jinsoul

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kim lip

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chuu

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heejin

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go won

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choerry

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yeojin

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making out w/ them : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688773187610279936/r-e-d-v-e-l-v-e-t-h-e-a-d-c-a-n-n-o-n

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S O L O I S T S :

S U N M I

C H U N G H A

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M A M A M O O

F R O M I S _ 9

#kpop #kpop stan #masterlist #ssaakuraaa #twice #stray kids #itzy #loona #red velvet #sunmi #chungha #gfriend #mamamoo

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sanakuri · 1 year

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´ཀ` MASTERLIST

My Navis we love you

Fluff -(FLFF) Angst -(ANG)

LOONA

☻- JEON HEEJIN

☻- KIM HYUNJIN

☻- JO HASEUL

☻- IM YEOJIN

☻- WONG KAHEI ( VIVI)

☻- KIM JUNGEUN (KIM LIP)

☻- JEONG JINSOUL

☻- CHOI YERIM (CHOERRY)

☻- HA SOOYOUNG (YVES)

☻- KIM JIWOO (CHUU)

☻- PARK CHAEWON (GOWON)

☻- SON HYEJU (OLIVIA HYE)

RED VELVET

☻- BAE JOOHYUN (IRENE)

☻- KANG SEULGI

☻- SON SEUNGWAN (WENDY)

☻- PARK SOOYOUNG (JOY)

☻- KIM YERIM (YERI)

TWICE

☻- IM NAYEON

☻- YOO JEONGYEON

☻- HIRAI MOMO

☻- MINATOZAKI SANA

☻- PARK JIHYO

HUSH RUSH⮐

☻- MYOUI MINA

☻- KIM DAHYUN

☻- SON CHAEYOUNG

☻- CHOI TZUYU

BLACKPINK

☻- KIM JISOO

☻- KIM JENNIE

☻- PARK CHAEYOUNG (ROSÉ)

☻- LALISA MANOBAN

ITZY

☻- HWANG YEJI

☻- CHOI JISU (LIA)

☻- SHIN RYUJIN

☻- LEE CHAERYOUNG

☻- SHIN YUNA

LESSERAFIM

☻- MIYAWAKI SAKURA

☻- KIM CHAEWON

☻- HUH YUNJIN

HOT CHEETO GIRL💀⮐

☻- KAZUHA

☻- HONG EUNCHAE

GIRLS GENERATION

☻- KIM TAEYEON

☻- LEE SOONKYU (SUNNY)

☻- STEPHANIE YOUNG HWANG (TIFFANY YOUNG)

☻- KIM HYOYEON

☻- KWON YURI

☻- CHOI SOOYOUNG

GFRIEND

☻- KIM SOJEONG (SOWON)

☻- JUNG YERIN

☻- JUNG EUNBI (EUNHA)

☻- CHOI YUNA (YUJU)

☻- HWANG EUNBI (SINB)

☻- KIM YEWON (UMJI)

MAMAMOO

☻- KIM YONGSUN (SOLAR)

☻- MOON BYULYI (MOONBYUL)

☻- JUNG WHEEIN

☻- AHN HYEJIN

NEW JEANS

☻- KIM MINJI

☻- PHAM NGOC HÂN (HANNI)

☻- DANIELLE MARSH

☻- KANG HAERIN

☻- LEE HYEIN

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forbebeandjam · 19 days

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⋆ ✮ Master List ✮⋆

BEBE

STEP | Bada Lee x Fem reader | 21+

My Sleepy Head Pt. 1 | Minah Lee x Fem Reader | fluff

My Sleepy Head Pt. 2 | Minah Lee x Fem Reader | 21+

Kiss & Makeup | Bada Lee x Fem Reader | fluff

She’s So Cute! | Sowon x Fem reader | fluff

JAM REPUBLIC

Burn it down | Emma Huch x Fem Reader | Fluff

Fear | Audrey Lane x Fem reader | Fluff

Only You | Kirsten Dodgen x Fem Reader | 21+

Amnesia | Audre Lane x Fem Reader | Angst

Imagine with links (coming soon)

More work coming soon. Thank you for your patience 🫶🩷

P.S. do not copy my work plz! I’m more than happy to help with your own work but I work too hard on mine so please be respectful of others work!!

#forbebeandjam #honeybee156 #street woman fighter 2 #bebe #jam republic

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luvdzu · 1 year

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luvdzu updates - - - ♡ couples as ship tropes

sua and wonwoo / sowon ๑ mutual pining, he's a friend of a friend, they have a crush on eachother!?, stars have collided and we're definitely meant for eachother

eun and namjoon / june ๑ slowburn, mutual pining but angst, forbidden romance(?), fighting for a relationship that never was/hoping to have, we've been through a lot of shit there's no way i'm letting go first, angst to fluff

alice and *** / *** ๑ idiots to lovers, sexual tension, they aren't dating!?? yet..., "were just friends," yeah right more like friends in love, why can't you admit your feelings?

harin ๑ has one too many crushes, not yet dating but in a love triangle

#female kpop addition #female kpop oc #kpop female addition #kpop female oc #kpop female member #female kpop member #bts 8th member #red velvet 6th member #nct 24th member #txt 6th member #bts x oc #seventeen x oc #namjoon x oc #wonwoo x oc

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sunflowersoonyoung · 3 years

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a devil and an angel | umji & sowon

w.c ↠ 2.3k

pairing ↠ umji x fem!reader x sowon

genre/s ↠ fluff, smut, office au!

description ↠ After a tireless day working as an intern at a publishing company, you enjoy spending the evening venting to fellow intern Yewon. The budding relationship between you and her is inadvertently thwarted by sexy, somewhat mean Vice President Kim Sojung.

warning/s ↠ suggestive themes, alcohol

a/n ↠ there may be more parts to this! I feel like I could write more for this AU. I love the contrast between the two relationships! Plus Sowon is so hot in this universe. Also, sorry that it took me so long to write it 😭 I hope it was worth the wait!

Collapsing into a chair at an empty table, it was quite relieving to be off of your feet. Although it was only lunchtime, the day had seemed to have stretched on forever. You absently stirred your rice with chopsticks and scanned the dining room for Yewon. She was running late.

As fellow interns from separate Universities, you had developed a close friendship through sharing your daily struggles with one another. As interns, you received low pay, which led to minor exploitations from management - who worked you extra hard and held you to high standards. It was draining, but you were learning far more than University could teach you, so you persevered.

Yewon had a considerably tougher time trying to fit into the workplace. She could be clumsy, but she worked hard to make up for it. Additionally, she had the sweetest personality you had ever encountered. Hence, you had made the effort to befriend her.

Abruptly someone dropped into the seat beside you, their lunch tray clattering on the table surface. Yewon looked exhausted, her eyes swollen with dried tears. She offered you a meek smile.

“You’ve been crying,” you comment, and her smile fades. With her interest fixed on her food, she begins to recount her experience from just a half-hour earlier with a distraught expression.

“I was assigned a printing job, and messed it up,” Yewon sighed, “when I expected one of the managers to come over and scold me, tell me to restart like always, the Vice President Sojung came up to me instead. I-I’ve heard things about her, but nothing compares to seeing her in person.”

You also had heard a smattering of opinions about the Vice President, Kim Sojung. She was a devil in the form of breathtaking beauty, lacking tolerance for mischief and foolery no matter the perpetrator. Ruling with an iron fist, it did not take much to get on her bad side and end up without a job. She explained why Yewon was practically trembling.

“She didn’t say much. Just scoffed and said she would never accept s-someone like me into the company,” Yewon’s lip quivered, blinking back tears. You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her figure against yours in an attempt to soothe her.

Yewon was almost like a younger sister to you - albeit with a dash of romantic tension. To hear of this injustice overwhelmed you with hot fury.

“Don’t listen to her,” you murmured against her hair, “she doesn’t know anything about you, not like I do. You’re the hardest worker I know, Yewonnie.” She draws in a shaky breath, peering up at you from her position buried in your shoulder. Her smile is warm and genuine, making your heart flutter.

“Thanks, (F/n). That means a lot.”

You decided to distract her by recounting your morning, gradually shifting away from the gloomy mood whilst finishing lunch. She seemed grateful for the distraction because despite your assurance she was still shaken.

Eventually, with empty lunch trays in hand, you both stood intending to go separate ways. Yewon cleared her throat and turned back to face you.

“Hey, (F/n)?” She called, her voice small, stopping you in your tracks, “um, do you want to meet up after work and get dinner together?”

You didn’t even try to restrain the wide grin that immediately plastered over your face.

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

You waited in the frigid evening air by the front of the company building, hands pressed into the pockets of your slacks.

All you knew was that Yewon had a few extra tasks to complete and was going to finish late, knowledge you had gained only thanks to the handful of texts she had managed to send. You didn’t mind waiting for her, anyway.

As you kept your interest upon the passing cars, a woman passed by with perhaps the longest legs you had ever seen. She looked incredible from behind in a tight pencil skirt, hips swaying elegantly with each lengthy step. Stopping at the curb, she fished her phone out of her handbag and thumbed a swift text. As she stood waiting, she turned and caught a glimpse of you.

The realisation washed over you. This gorgeous woman, with glossy raven hair running down her back like a waterfall and sharp fox-like eyes full of intelligence, was none other than Kim Sojung. The descriptions you had overheard matched her perfectly. Your mouth went dry as her gaze fell across you.

“You’re that intern, (F/n),” she mused, pressing a thoughtful finger to her lips, “I’ve heard good things about you.”

Anger boiled up in your throat, and before you could suppress it, a snarky comment slipped free, “it’s a shame you couldn’t be this nice to Yewon. Otherwise, I might’ve believed that you were a kind person.”

Immediately regretting your words, you felt a cold chill trickle down your spine when her initial surprise melted into an amused smirk.

“Oh?” She chuckles lightly and your cheeks flush, “you’re cute.” A sleek black car pulls up to the curb and she opens the door, winking at you before she departed. You’re left stunned to the ground, still untangling the mess of events that just occurred.

Regardless of the animosity that you harboured for her, you had to admit that she was practically oozing sex appeal.

“(F/n)?” A warm hand grasped your shoulder, shocking you from your daze, “Is everything okay?” Yewon was wearing an expression full of concern as she peered back at you. You swiftly grounded yourself and swallowed your surprise.

“S-Sure, sorry. Let’s go.”

The night sky was a deep shade of navy, city smog shutting out the stars.

Yewon stumbled, her cheeks pink in the dim light of the streetlamps. With her arm looped around yours, she clung to you, using you as her support. It seemed alcohol did not mingle well with Yewon, even if you’d only had six glasses of beer between you both. You felt glaringly sober compared to her.

“C’mon, we’re almost at your house,” you laughed as she stopped to reach for a tree branch hanging over the sidewalk, her interest captured by the blossoming flowers. You caught one for her and pressed it behind her ear, earning a pleased giggle from her.

Yewon still lived with her family in a spacious house blocked off with a black iron gate, automated with fingerprint ID.

Expecting to simply bid her goodnight and make your way home, it caught you by surprise when she wrapped her arms around your waist. Her hair tickled your nose, clouding your nose with her sweet scent. She hummed contentedly, and it seemed you were not going anywhere for a moment.

“Y-You’re … my favourite person, (F/n),” she stammered, her voice muffled against your shoulder, “I really, really like you.” Tightening your grip on her, you savoured the confession with each passing second - as if taking a breath would shatter the moment.

She withdrew, maintaining eye contact despite the lack of lighting. You could faintly make out her round cheeks and long lashes but still couldn’t measure her expression. Fiddling with her purse, she eventually retrieved a twenty-thousand won bill and placed it in your palm. You gasped and tried to return it but she hushed you softly.

“Use that and get a Taxi back instead of walking,” Yewon spoke calmly, in a manner that convinced you of her growing sobriety.

Leaning forward on the tips of her toes, she pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. It left you dazzled, observing breathlessly as she turned on her heel and retreated home through the tall gates.

With both of you standing idly by the printer waiting for a copy job to finish, an awkward silence simmered between you. Though you had hoped the alcohol would erase Yewon’s memories from last evening so that she could continue being her sweet, bubbly self and you could pretend that nothing had ever happened, it seemed luck was not on your side.

You accidentally met eyes and Yewon blushed various shades of pink, turning her head away as quickly as she could. She was too innocent. It made you flutter, excited to initiate with her a simple relationship filled with sugary actions. Holding her hand, feeling her head lull against your shoulder as you watch a movie together; little things like that.

“Hey, (F/n), right?” The tension was broken by a passerby manager, someone in charge of the editing team if you remembered correctly, who slowed to stop in front of you.

“We’re having a meeting in room four, can you bring us coffee? There’s six of us. Yewon can finish whatever you’re doing here.” Without even waiting for a response, he was gone, leaving you with a half-explained task. You were not even sure where room four was.

Coffee was not something you were unused to making, however. Usually, when staff members were tied up, it was you who brought them their hot beverages.

After filling six cups, setting them on trays and asking someone where room four was located, you made your way to the meeting room; thankful that the door was already open. You did not expect to collide with someone, the force causing you to lose grip of the tray in your hands. Coffee practically exploded over you and the stranger, hot liquid turning cold as it seeped through your white button-up.

Sojung stared you down, her thin blouse soaked. She looked less than amused; she was fuming, actually. Her jaw squared as she tried to steady her furious breathing.

“I-I’m sorry,” you manage to stutter out, aware of the attention you had drawn from the others in the room. Sojung seems unfazed by your apology and all of a sudden you wished painfully that you could take this hefty mistake back. As much as you hated her, she could end your short career at this company with a single signature.

She took your wrist with an iron grasp and began to drag you down the corridor. This is it, you thought woefully.

Sojung yanked you into her office and slammed the door shut behind you. You stood with your eyes glued to the floor, too afraid to look up and see her enraged visage.

“You messed up big time, young lady,” she scolded, her back turned to you. There was a flurry of movement, the sound of fabric rustling. When you finally looked up at her you were staring at the crease in her back, the clasp in her ivory bra. You almost choked on your spit, but Sojung seemed mostly unbothered, casually hanging her soiled blouse over the back of her chair and stalking towards you.

You gasped as she pressed a card into your hand, realising that it was her personal bank card.

“You’ll go down the street, and you’ll buy me a new shirt. The director is coming to that meeting, and I won’t be embarrassing myself in front of her by showing up in a coffee-stained blouse.”

She stood dangerously close, and it took all of the restraint you possessed not to shift your gaze from her face down to her wispy figure. You gulped heavily, feeling your skin absorb all of the heat in the room.

A slow smirk paints her lips as she observes the effect she has on you. Sojung advances on you, her steps gradual but taunting. Each click of her heels on the smooth flooring marked your demise.

Pressing your back against the door to keep your distance, Sojung placed one finger beneath your chin and tilted your head up towards her. Her bank card slips out of your hand.

“You’re naughty. Aren’t you lucky I like you?”

Her lips grazed yours slightly, ghosting over yours as if to tease you. The contact shot tingles all over your body. Cocking her head, she kissed you roughly.

Sojung wasted no time, possibly because her meeting was looming and she needed that change of clothes pronto. Her tongue pushed against yours, her saliva sweet as it mingled with your own, gripping your wrist and massaging your palm against her breast.

She guided you back to her desk, unbothered by the mess of paperwork that you sat on. You could feel the papers crinkle beneath your backside. Sojung’s assault shifted to your neck, forcing your attention back to her.

Sharp nails buried into your bare thighs as she parted your legs, sliding down your underpants from beneath your skirt. She harshly tested her thumb against your clit, furrowing her brow when you yelped in pleasure, your hips instinctively seeking out her touch by bucking back against her.

“You better keep quiet love,” she hummed, “else everyone will know what we’re up to in here.”

Heat throbbed painfully between your legs when she ducked down, breath clouding against your slick vagina. It took every ounce of strength in your body to swallow the deep moan that threatened to emerge as her tongue tasted you for the first time.

Your hand flies to your mouth, the only way for you to hold yourself back because now she was eating you out with full intensity. It seemed as if Sojung couldn’t care less how difficult it was for you to keep quiet.

One finger slid inside of you and you arched your spine in response, practically throwing yourself back against the desk. Sojung’s grip on your thigh was deliciously painful.

“Fucking come,” she growled, and the command practically makes you come on the spot. You muffle your cries with the palm of your hand, legs trembling as she keeps licking. The overstimulation made you see stars.

You’re almost sobbing, ears ringing and drowning out the sound of her low chuckle.

“I’ll need that shirt now, sweetheart. Get yourself something nice to wear while you’re at it. And don’t worry about the price.”

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