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Sin, Hormones, and the Starlet’s Boyfriend - Le Sserafim Yunjin, Somi

A/N: Apologies for the shit gif, I can’t figure out how to do this properly.

Yunjin exits from the bathroom, sighing. It's shark week for her soon, she can already feel the telltale signs. Her usually exuberant nature has slightly floundered and flagged, becoming more quiet, and noticing things that were not quite going her way. The other members recognize it too, and thankfully they are accommodating to her, not being nearly as loud around her today.

"Hey girl!" Not Somi though, Somi has one setting and that setting is taped on "full power".

"Hey Somi!" Yunjin smiles and waves in return. "How are you doing?"

"Doing good, doing good, thanks for doing the challenge for me!"

"Of course, same here!"

"You know, maybe we should do a collab sometime, I love the songs you wrote!" Somi gushes.

"You do? Really?"

"Of course!"

"Yeah... I mean yeah of course, we should totally collab!"

"Great, you should come by!"

"Sure, how about tomorrow?" Yunjin doesn't even pay attention to what she just said until it's too late. Why tomorrow? Her inner introvert curses herself.

"Ooh that sounds good, drop by my home studio, we can work on it before we put it in front of a producer, bring your guitar okay?"

"Ah yeah, that sounds great, see you then!"

Yunjin shows up the next day at Somi's place.

"Hey, come in, come in!"

"Whoa, nice place!"

"Thanks thanks, come, do you want some water?"

"Sure that works."

"Great, anyways, so I was thinking..." Somi talks animatedly, and Yunjin responds in kind—maybe this collab could really work! Before she knows it they've moved to Somi's room, playing around on her sound setup as Yunjin plays a few chords.

"Hey babe, dinner's ready— oh!" The two of them turn around to the unknown voice. "Hello?"

"Oh hey oppa, this is Yunjin."

"Yes, from Le Sserafim right? Nice to meet you."

"Ah yes, nice to meet you!" Yunjin quickly stands up to greet him. "And you are...?"

"Oh, just an oppa I know." Somi says casually, before putting a finger to her lips. Yunjin gets the gist immediately, and mouths "Boyfriend?" to Somi. But he answers for her.

"Yes I am her boyfriend."

"Yah we had plausible deniability!"

"Oh come on, she's not stupid. Ah yes, I am just the oppa who calls you 'babe'. Anyways dinner's ready, come out to eat."

"D-Dinner?" Yunjin checks her phone—time flew by a lot faster than she thought! "It's getting late, thanks for having me over Somi!"

"You should stay for dinner!"

"No no, I don't want to impose on you and your boyfriend."

"No it's fine, we like having company, we made more than enough, right oppa?" Somi shoots a look at him.

"I umm, I will, I guess?"

"Great!"

Somi drags Yunjin to the dinner table, where there are two prepared plates of delicious pasta waiting.

"Oh, he's already made it for you two, I really should—"

"No no, sit." Somi firmly pushes Yunjin into a chair. "He can make more."

"Yep, you two go ahead, I'll just be a sec."

"What does he do? I don't think I recognize him." Yunjin asks, noting his tightly fitted shirt.

"Yeah, he's not a celebrity, just an office worker at a chaebol, you know the type." In her opinion he could certainly pass for a celebrity—good looking and fit, where did Somi even find someone like that? And where's hers? Slowly Yunjin teases out the details of how Somi met him, and she envies Somi's luck.

"Hey Yunjin," he calls out to her. "Do you like penne or fettucine?" He holds out two bags of pasta for her to choose.

"Uhh, penne's good."

"Great, coming right up." He turns away from her, and she watches him roll up his sleeves—the simple act sends a sinful thrill through Yunjin's body. Fuck, no office worker looks like that. She turns back to find Somi typing away at her phone, and Yunjin gets on her phone, not really looking at it, just trying to distract herself from thoughts of him. He's good looking, he cooks, he has a stable job, his forearms are muscular, like he could really finger—

I wish for what's for—

Yunjin shakes her head vigorously. Stop! she tells herself. He's Somi's boyfriend!

"Why the fuck does he have to be so hot?"

"Sorry?" Yunjin's blood goes cold as she hears him right next to her, a plate of pasta in his hands. Oh god did she just say her thoughts out loud?

"Ah? Umm I, umm, just the weather I mean, it's been so hot the past few days."

"Oh yeah, tell me about it, I still have to dress up for work too, ugh. Here you go." He puts the plate in front of her, and it smells delicious. Damn it, not only does he cook, he cooks well!

"T-Thanks." Yunjin quickly digs into the pasta, her face flushed. She almost jumps out of the chair when she feels a foot tap her knee under the table. Somi has been sitting across from her the whole time, and now she's looking quizzically at Yunjin. Suddenly she feels the weight of guilt, of even thinking about Somi's boyfriend like that, what does she even say to Somi?

"I, I have to use the washroom! Be right back!" Yunjin yelps before quickly dashing for the toilet. A dread fills her as Somi gets up too.

"Sure, let me show you where it is." Somi grabs Yunjin by the elbow, steering her down the hallway and into her bedroom instead of the bathroom. "What was that?" she asks, and Yunjin knows there's no getting out of it.

"I'm so sorry Somi, I didn't mean it, it just came out!" Yunjin presses her hands together, begging for forgiveness. "I would never do a thing!"

"You think he's hot?" Yunjin turns red but stays silent, but Somi doesn’t let it slide. "Answer me."

"I... yes. I'm sorry Somi!"

"Why are you sorry? Hah I mean I think he's hot too, it's part of the package, and his package is—" Somi shakes her head. "Anyways, what's going on, where's this coming from?"

"Sorry, it's just one of those times, you know—"

"You are hormonal and you're horny." Yunjin's shocked at how simply Somi puts it, but she can't bring herself to deny it. "You're not seeing anyone?" Yunjin shakes her head. "Tch, of course not, you're in a new girl group."

"I'm so sorry, I'll leave right away after dinner, or if you want I can leave right now, I'll make something up."

"No, stay. Do you want to fuck him?"

"No Somi he's your boyfriend, I can't—"

"Not can't, do you want to? If you don't say no I'm treating that as a yes."

Yunjin opens her mouth, but no sounds come out other than some weird croak. Somi smirks, suppressing a laugh.

"That's settled then, stay after dinner, tell your members you'll be late home tonight. I'll make it happen." Yunjin lets herself get shown to the bathroom, and she sighs as she looks herself in the mirror. Is she really going to fuck Somi's boyfriend? That's not like her!

But you didn't say no. The little voice in her head tells her, and her abdomen is already getting warm. Somi was talking about his package, how big is it, and maybe his arms are muscular from carrying her around— Yunjin shakes her head to clear her fantasies, but no, it's too late, she's already getting wet. Yunjin groans and tries to focus on other thoughts—she sees two toothbrushes on the counter, guess he really does live here too, do they fuck in her bedroom, maybe in this bathroom too?

Oh my god! Yunjin shouts internally before splashing water on her face. She needed to cooldown, to just go out there and eat her fucking pasta.

And pray she doesn't soak through her panties.

"Everything okay? You and Somi were gone for a long time." You ask as Yunjin returns from the bathroom, face slightly red and... wet? "You have some water on your face."

"Oh you know oppa, girl talk," Somi quips.

"Yeah, just tired, had to wake myself up." Yunjin corroborates. You offer to make her coffee, but she declines. You shrug and continue finishing your dinner. You can't help but wonder what went on as Somi tries to engage Yunjin in small talk, but her friend is strangely reticent.

"Thanks for the delicious dinner oppa, we'll be working in my room okay?" Somi pecks you on the cheek before pulling Yunjin from her seat.

"T-Thank you!" Yunjin bows deeply.

"Sure not at all, no need to be so polite." You chuckle and smile, but Yunjin only blushes deeper. You try to catch Somi's gaze, wanting to ask if Yunjin's okay, but your girlfriend ignores you, dragging her back to the room instead.

"S-Somi, are you really okay with this?"

"Yeah it's not a huge deal, better for me too, there are times when I can't keep up with him."

"What do you— Oh." Yunjin realizes what she means, and her desires that she managed to keep in check for the rest of dinner begin leaking out as she squirms.

"He's very... passionate, for lack of a better word. He comes back from work, and the first thing he does is jump me, do you know how many recordings I've had to delete because he just scoops me up and I can't even turn off the mic?"

"Oh, umm no..." No, Yunjin didn't know, but now she wishes Somi kept those recordings. "S-Sounds troublesome."

"Speaking of troublesome, the clean up, oh my god, he just explodes in you— Oops, sorry, I shouldn't tease you should I? Poor you, you must be so on edge." Somi stops, seeing Yunjin rubbing her thighs together.

"You don't have condoms, do you?"

"I think we do, but..." Somi checks her usual drawer. "Ah sorry, we must have used the last few over the weekend. Don't worry, he's good at pulling out, just tell him."

"O-Okay, that's fine." Yunjin answers quietly. The last few? Just how much sex do they have? And am I really doing this? She can still pull out— Yunjin shakes her head again, bad choice of words.

"I'll go talk to him then okay? Just give us a couple of minutes." Yunjin nods silently, not trusting herself to speak as Somi exits the room. Should she just get up and leave, just make up some excuse? She can just take care of herself back in the dorms.

I wish for what's— It's not forbidden if Somi allows it right? Right? Right?

Yunjin stays seated, silently pulling off her socks. Even that friction makes her wetter.

"Hey oppa, let me take over the dishes." You feel Somi's hands wrap around you from behind, and you dry your own hands on the towel before grabbing her own.

"Oh? You're going to do the dishes for once?"

"What do you mean for once! I always do the dishes!"

"Yes, when I have like one plate left you take over."

"Tsch fine, no, I was thinking you could do something else for me." Somi presses herself more tightly into your back, making sure you feel her generous chest properly. Her hand drifts from your waist to your slacks, undoing the button.

"Yah, isn't Yunjin still here? It's one thing to have the relationship found out, it's another to just be openly doing this while she's here!" you hiss as Somi snakes a hand into your boxers, stroking you slowly to stiffness. Despite your words you reach behind and easily find Somi's ass, squeezing her through her shorts.

"Mmm yes, squeeze it, it's gonna feel so good for Yunjin too." You squeeze Somi firmly before stopping.

"What?"

"I think my new friend in the room needs some help with guys."

"I'm sure she can find someone, she's an idol."

"Oh I meant now, like within 5 minutes. She looks like she could use a good fuck, she's been on edge since she saw you." You resume squeezing Somi's ass from behind as you process her words and pretend to "clean" the last plate.

"I see, and you want me to do the honors?"

"Well, it's clear to me she wants you to do the honors, and I could do with a break tonight."

"You say that like you're not going to come watch, and then join in."

Unbeknownst to you and Somi, Yunjin has quietly opened the door, just to see what's going on. She sees Somi hugging you from behind, but with the faucet running she can't hear you and Somi talk. What she can tell is the content of your conversation, her eyes widening as your hand drifts to Somi's ass, firmly groping her.

"Fuck..." she breathes quietly. When was the last time she was grabbed like that, when has she ever been grabbed like that? Any second thoughts about leaving are dashed—she can't pretend to leave now, otherwise it would be "catching" them in the act and make things even more awkward. Her gaze is glued to his hand, finally letting go of Somi before turning off the running water, and hurriedly Yunjin sneaks back to the room. She hears some whispers, and then a small laugh, and then footsteps.

"Hey."

"Hey..." Yunjin stands up and greets you quietly. You spot her socks strewn on the floor.

"So... Somi wants me to do whatever you want."

"I..." She's distracted by you already unbuttoning your shirt, getting flustered. You leave your shirt open and place her hands on it—it is for Yunjin to take off. Her hands tremble in yours, but she doesn't shy away, pulling it down your shoulders and off your arms. Her eyes trail down your body, and they widen as they land on your taut slacks. Yunjin bites her lower lip, and then licks her bitemark.

"Would you like me to treat you like Somi?" Your words jolt Yunjin out of her trance. I wish for what's forbidden...

I am so going to hell.

Yunjin nods, and you immediately pull her in tightly. She lets out something between a whimper and moan as you grab her firm butt—now she's being treated like Somi!

"Oh shit, oh..." she gasps as pleasure floods her body, every knead of your hand seeming to turn her on even more. You leave measured nips on her neck—light enough to not leave a mark, firm enough to not be ignored. Yunjin turns to face you, and she lets you suck on her lower lip, tugging it before letting go and hungrily pressing your lips on hers instead. Yunjin jumps when her hands land on your skin, as if she forgot she had her own hands. She makes up for lost time, hungrily roaming your back and arms, feeling your muscles.

"Y-You do this with Somi?" she gasps as you bring her down to the bed.

"Oh I do a lot more with Somi." Yunjin exhales delightfully when she feels your hand slip under her top, brushing and admiring her abs, abs that she was proud of. But pride goes before the fall, and Yunjin let's out a soft mewl as your hand falls past her abs, teasing her and landing on a creamy thigh. Yunjin is toned and tight in all the right places, and you give her the most sinful of massages, pressing into her thighs, a firm thumb making it's way up her leg.

"M-More." Yunjin's surprised with herself—somehow she hasn't covered her thighs in slick yet with how hot she's feeling right now. At your nudging she takes off her top, and you kiss the slight dip in her petite chest, making her suck a breath in—fuck she needs this! Her hips push off the bed willingly as you slip a hand beneath her shorts. You play with Yunjin over her panties, letting her soak them. She whines and groans before eventually grabbing your arm. Just feeling your muscles makes her want it, and Yunjin begins to speak her desires.

"Finger me." She has no time to react or prepare herself, and a loud cry is the result. Yunjin immediately feels stuffed—that can't be just your finger! Her head spins as you wiggle and curl the finger inside her, her walls resisting your efforts to open her up. One more finger is added, and Yunjin's mouth drops open, much like you are opening her up below.

Fuck! Her thoughts shout as you begin moving, and Yunjin can almost feel your fingerprints in her, pressing against her tense muscles, massaging her from the inside. Her own fingers are nowhere near as thick, and you have two in her! You make sure you are a knuckledragger inside her, curling and pumping her slowly, multiple points of pleasure firing off in her brain as you twist and scissor and push. You turn Yunjin into a mouth-breathing knuckledragger—she's drooling onto the bed, her knuckles grinding on the sheets as she twists and grabs what she can.

"N-No more!" She begs when you touch her entrance with a third finger.

"You can do it." Her pupils are dilated, and her breathing hastens as you slowly push in. Yunjin's mind seems so far away from herself as the pressure inside her compresses her senses, slowing her thoughts down, shrinking the area of her body she needs to feel.

No it's too much, so big, so— "So fucking good!" Yunjin squeals her own disagreement with herself loudly. It is not too much, it is fucking perfect the way your three fingers fuck her—three sparks go down her spine with every push of your hand. She grabs your forearm, feeling the muscles flex as you start pumping them inside her over and over. Her legs spread even more lewdly for you, urging you to get deeper with every moan.

"D-Deeper, more! Please more!" I need this, I'm so close! You can hear Yunjin's thoughts from her pussy, each clench and squelch a prayer for you to make her cum. She moans and throws her head back when you add a fourth finger—not inside her, but on her clit.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck~" Somi's cheeks are red as she listens to Yunjin cry out from her bedroom. There's no doubt you're making her cum, and her hands drift down her body as she remembers what you like to do to her. She wonders if Yunjin can handle it.

"Fuck me! Fuck! Mmm... Oh yes!" Yunjin hushed moans fill the room as she buries her face in the covers, trying not to be embarrassingly loud—she's back to her exuberant self, voicing her pleasure freely. She jerks when you find her g-spot, pressing on it with each finger in sequence. It becomes too much, she's burning white hot, her vision going dark. 

"S-Stop, stop! Enough." All of the non-pleasurable sensations rush back at once when your fingers withdraw—stickiness between her legs, sweat on her hair, her legs suddenly sore from being taut for too long—all berating her.

Why the fuck did you tell him to stop?! Yunjin ignores her body's complaints, focusing on a deeper hunger. You already know what she wants as she kicks off her shorts and underwear, and you begin undoing your slacks, your eyes devouring Yunjin just like she's undressing you with her gaze.

"I want you to fuck me like Somi."

"The intimate way or the rough way?" You laugh at her confused expression, like you have truly stumped her.

"There's more than one way?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I assumed you would just, you know, pound her into the bed, rail her from behind, pull on her hair—" Yunjin pauses when she realizes she's just telling you everything she imagines you and Somi do.

"Well, that's the rough way, I guess."

"What's the intimate way then?"

"Slower, I definitely don't pull her hair, more kisses, a longer session." Fuck yes! Yunjin's hormones rage through her—that's exactly what she wants right now.

"Let's go with that then."

"Sure." You toss off your slacks, and a thrill goes through Yunjin's body as she sees the much more defined outline of your shaft. She lets you roll her over, so that she's prone on the bed, and suddenly the room is dark.

"Mmph!" You're kissing her needily, and her entire body is hot again. She quickly realizes why—you've thrown the covers over both of them, like a couple enjoying a playful night together. She trembles, your hands running down her bare shoulders sending goosebumps up her neck. You leave her for a moment to remove your boxers, and already Yunjin misses your touch. She freezes when you're on top of her, when she realizes your shaft is rubbing at her pussy lips. She's secretly glad you put three fingers in her—there's no way she can take you otherwise! She also remembers something important.

"W-Wait, I'm not safe today. If you cum in me, I might get pregnant."

"You will," you mutter in her ear, and you swear your cock got slicker from rubbing against her pussy. Yunjin looks at you steadily, and you hold her gaze, waiting for her to tell you what she wants. Her expression wavers, your slight movements against her grinding away her common sense, and all she does is turn away from you, burying her face in the pillow. That's all you need from Yunjin.

"Ah..." you groan as you sink into unfamiliar territory, and it is mirrored by a loud muffled moan from Yunjin. She definitely feels a large part of why Somi likes you. "Fuck Yunjin, so tight." She once again can only manage a muffled whine. As she's adjusting around you Yunjin is thrown off by your soft laugh, and even that mere vibration sends sparks through her.

"What?"

"Let's make sure we're equally naked hmm?" Yunjin turns red as she realizes what you mean—throughout all of this, she still had her bra on! You expertly unhook her bra and pull it off her.

"S-Sorry, I know it's not as big as Somi..." she mumbles, gasping as you reach around to fondle her.

"Don't be sorry, I'll let you in on a secret." Yunjin looks at you quizzically. Does he not like Somi's tits? Does he prefer mine? Even if they're smaller? Really? Really?! Unknowingly you dash Yunjin's hopes, but you don't think she minds.

"Guys won't care when they're balls deep in you." You thrust down sharply, burying yourself fully in Yunjin's prone body. You tighten your grip on Yunjin's chest, pulling her up towards you a little as you press your chest down on her back. You groan and grunt into her neck, reveling in her tight wetness, feeling Yunjin clench and gasp around you as your tip touches her cervix. 

"Fucking hell Yunjin, I'm right."

"W-What?" she says dreamily, suffocating under the pressure of your body on top of and inside her.

"If I cum in you, you will get pregnant." You whisper in her ear, driving the point home with another deep thrust into her creamy wetness. Yunjin was well aware, and now you know it too—she's ovulating and horny, her hips subtly pushing against you. Pinned and squirming beneath you, Yunjin has never been in a more vulnerable state, her idol career in a precarious position.

Yet she says nothing, choosing to shut you up with a needy kiss, her hand squeezing your hand on her breast, urging you to keep going. You do as she wants.

"Oh fuck!"

Somi sneaks into the room, finding no one immediately. But the moving lump under the covers is not fooling anyone, that and the muffled moans and grunts coming from it. She takes a seat opposite the bed, watching the two pairs of feet do the four feet tango. Just watching those feet is enough to get Somi to slide off her shorts—the smaller pair stay taut together, toes curling and uncurling as they lightly bounce on the bed. The larger pair of feet around them are more spread, pressed into the bed for leverage. Her fingers drift down between her legs, her lazy strokes mimicking the curl of Yunjin's toes—Somi wasn't looking to get herself off just yet.

"More, right there!" At Yunjin's prompting your legs clamp around her slender legs, lifting her feet under yours. Your hips slam against her toned butt, the light smacking sounds of flesh on flesh filling the covers. The smell of sweaty sex snuffs out all of Yunjin's coherent thoughts, your cock driving down on her g-spot sending wild signals through her body. The talkative and loud idol is reduced to a keening and groaning mess.

"Oh fuck..." Yunjin rasps before falling, dropping her head into the pillow before crying out loudly, each wave of pleasure forcing a wail from her. Her entire body is taut beneath you, small tits and toned cheeks shaking and quivering as she clenches around your cock. For a few brief moments Yunjin blanks out, her mind painted over with orgasmic bliss. And then it is over quickly, and she sags into the bed, her breathing labored and hoarse, like she's danced the hardest choreo in her life.

Things would get harder still, and Yunjin finds herself rolled on her side, a leg lifted as you press against her sweaty back. She shuts her eyes at the sudden brightness, blinded by you throwing the covers off—it was getting just a little too hot. You spot Somi at the foot of the bed, and she just does a shooing motion at you, mouthing "Keep going!" while the other hand does small slow circles between her legs. You raise Yunjin's leg just a little higher to give Somi a better view.

"Mmh! Shit! Fuck! Oh my god!" Yunjin's mouth spews foul curses as you literally fuck her sideways, plunging into her slick tightness and going deep on every thrust. You cup a breast, lightly pinching a nipple, and Yunjin croons to the sky. "Yes yes yes!"

I'm going to cum again, he's making me cum again already! Yunjin reels from the pleasure, her own hand drifting to her clit, just a little bit more, just one more touch...

"Nngh!" You grunt, pushing deep into Yunjin and holding yourself there. You throb like mad inside her, but Yunjin's ascent to climax is brought to an abrupt halt.

"D-Did you cum?" she asks confusedly. No, I was so close!

"Very close," you grit your teeth and try to ignore her clenching around you. "Last chance." Yunjin realizes what you mean—you could still pull out, cum on her thighs, or she could offer her face for you, or her mouth. As she looks down her body she finally sees Somi, but she's too aroused to be embarrassed about being watched. Rather, her thoughts go back to what Somi said earlier.

"Speaking of troublesome, oh my god he just explodes in you."

I wish for what's forbidden.

Yunjin hurries to grab your arm, feeling you begin to pull away from her.

"No don't. C-cum in me, do it in me, I want all of it." Her breath catches as a third leg rubs against her calf, teasing her.

"You heard her babe, go ahead and cum, let her feel what you make me feel." Somi's up on the bed beside you, and judging by how her breasts and stiff tips press delightfully against your back, she's naked as well. The angel and the devil—Who’s who? You wonder—are each in an ear, both urging you to sin, urging you to lead Yunjin into sin. 

You find Yunjin's neck, taking a harsh suck on her flawless skin—your bite of the forbidden fruit. Your hands go to her hips, and now you're pulling back on her, getting as deep as you can in her. You adjust your angle on every thrust, trying to find the perfect connection, you find it on the fourth try; that, or the pleasure simply becomes too great. Your tip presses against her cervix, and Yunjin seems to arch back a little, opening herself more, and the slight grip on your tip electrifies you.

I'm a—

The first explosion mess makes Yunjin gasp, the sudden warmth filling her womb. The second explosion mess makes her choke on her breath, the thickness and volume of your potent load overwhelming. The third explosion mess triggers her orgasm, as her body reacts primitively to the sensation, wanting to milk you for everything, to contain every fragment of the explosion inside her. Somi helps both of you out, a finger on Yunjin's clit and a hand on your balls, making sure you pour of it into her. She delights when her job is done correctly, a stream of cum leaking out of the connection and onto her thigh. Each rutting thrust from you makes a little more leak out, but you're still sending more into her.

Your grip weakens eventually, and you have to drop Yunjin's leg. But there's no hiding the mess between her legs—Yunjin's been properly mated. You let her roll on her back, and your load is a slow moving flood out of her. She covers her eyes with an arm, a mess and finally in de-stress.

"You okay?" Somi asks.

"Yeah, that was amazing, just... Just give me a moment." Yunjin's ferally satisfied lizard brain ponders what just happened; She just asked Somi to let you fuck her, then she had you cum in her, and she definitely needs a morning after pill now, but she doesn't regret anything at all—it was exactly what she needed.

After all that, Yunjin still blushes when she uncovers her eyes again—Somi's cleaning your cock with her mouth.

"I knew you would want to join in." You quip, running your hand through Somi's hair.

"Hurry up and get hard again."

"Bend over and I will be."

"Typical." Somi fires you a glare, but she does as you say, getting on all fours next to Yunjin. "Was he good?"

"Yeah, it was great. Thanks. Do you want me to—" Yunjin makes to get up, as if to give you two privacy, but Somi stops her.

"No it's fine, besides, I already saw you two, only fair that you get to watch."

"Yeah, I can show you the rough way Yunjin," you offer with a smirk, punctuating it with a sharp thrust into Somi.

"Ah! Fucking give it to me oppa!" Yunjin's entranced by Somi's expression, her white teeth gleaming in a near-maniacal smile even as her brow furrows slightly on every thrust. You did not start off gentle with Somi at all, and if you were getting all the way deep with Yunjin, surely you're smashing into Somi right now? Part of her shudders at the thought of how that would feel; the other part of her gets aroused again. 

She's inches from Somi's face, watching the blonde's mouth drop open, moaning freely at your rough treatment. Somi's face slackens, then her eyes shut tight, her tense body not hiding the jiggle of her breasts as you continue to thump into her. In one instant Somi's eyes snap open, and Yunjin's gazing straight into her hazelnut eyes. In the next instant Somi grabs Yunjin and kisses her.

"Nnnghmmmmm!" Somi screams into Yunjin's mouth, her tongue thrashing inside Yunjin as you drive her to a pent-up orgasm. Yunjin feels the rawness of Somi's orgasm, and she leans into the kiss, a hand on her jaw, and soon she's lost in a makeout session, their teeth slightly knocking as you keep the pacing up, pumping Somi through her orgasm. Fresh from her climax Somi is extra into it, and she drifts her own fingers down Yunjin, plunging unhesitatingly into her creamy core.

"Mmm!" Yunjin squeals in surprise, and Somi stops to look at her, biting a lip to stifle her moan a little. Yunjin blushes and nods, and soon her nails are digging into the sheets, curling like Somi's long fingers are doing inside her.

"You can grab her, you know." You put a hand on Somi's scalp and tug, opening her throat to let out loud hearty cries. Yunjin whines when Somi cums again, the busty blonde's fingers quivering and jerking inside of her own pussy. She's a little envious as she watches Somi's tits bounce and jiggle, and without thinking Yunjin reaches out for one globe, squeezing it and marveling at the softness.

"Oh fuck, yes Yunjin, squeeze me!" Somi's lips find Yunjin again, and soon they are moaning against each other. Each thrust you put into Somi shoves her fingers deeper into Yunjin, who in return gropes Somi even harder, her fingers digging into Somi's soft flesh instead of the sheets.

"Fuck, he's so deep!" Somi groans, and Yunjin nods and kisses her again. She knows exactly what Somi means, having just felt that minutes ago, and she lets Somi whine and whimper into her. That is, until you pull on Somi's hair again.

"I can't hear you babe."

"You're too deep fuck! Are you trying to knock me up too? Ah! We only have one morning after pill left, are you going to— Fuck! Decide who's going to take it?" You lean over and grab Somi's other breast, squeezing it alongside Yunjin. It makes Somi whine even louder.

"Depends, which of you is going to cum first?"

Yunjin let's out a surprised moan as Somi starts moving her fingers actively, as if determined to make Yunjin peak first. But she recovers quickly and begins playing with Somi's nipples, pinching and twisting them to produce harsh gasps. You inevitably speed up as you near your own peak, and the ending is a real photo finish.

"Nooooo! Hnnngh!" Somi grunts, peaking when Yunjin scratches a nail across her clit, and the sudden increase in pressure pulls you over the line. Your load bursts from your tip and splatters inside Somi, and the sight of you bent over your girlfriend, growling and no doubt filling her just like you had filled her earlier sends Yunjin over the top, throwing her head back and trapping Somi's hand between her legs, contracting around the fingers mindlessly rubbing on her g-spot. The three of you collapse in a heap, and you quickly roll to the side, catching your breath after two vigorous rounds with the two beauties.

Yunjin finds herself face-to-face with a flushed and satisfied Somi, and tentatively she slips a finger into her friend, feeling how tight and creamy she is, filled with your load.

"Don't... My cum..." Somi sighs, and Yunjin pulls her fingers out just as Somi does the same from her. Their fingers are both coated in your cream, and their thoughts are on the same possessive post-coital wavelength.

My cum now. A soft sigh escapes both of them as they finger themselves, cleaning their digits with their slick. Of course, their juices don't clean it off fully, so when they proceed to finger each other again, trying to get more of your cum from one another, your seed just mixes inside them. They continue swapping cum from pussy to pussy, a collab of the filthiest kind, until the erotic haze of sex and sin finally dissipates, and you're left with two blushing idols. It's a miracle that you don't get a third wind, but you truly had nothing left to give.

"Wow, I... I can't believe I did that." Yunjin voices her thoughts out loud.

"Did it feel good?"

"Yeah, but—"

"That's all that matters then, sometimes you need to cut loose from being an idol, and take care of yourself. You're welcome to use the shower if you want."

"Right, thanks." Yunjin quickly shuffles off to the shower, leaving you to cuddle Somi in bed.

"So you did join us hmm?" You peck Somi on the nose, and she giggles and kisses your chin.

"I'm surprised you didn't get hard again, I don't know what that was at the end but fuck it was hot."

"It was, but I'm all tapped out."

"Yunjin drained you that much huh?"

"Don't get jealous on me now, you wanted me to fuck her. Something about you taking a break for tonight, hmm?" You appease Somi by grabbing her some tissue to help clean herself.

"Fine, you get off easy this time."

Yunjin gets out of the bathroom fully dressed, hair tousled and lightly made up. A pang of envy goes through her as she sees you two cuddling together—maybe she too could have that one day, but not right now.

"Thanks for letting me use your shower."

"Of course. Oh wait one sec." Somi jumps out from the covers, thankfully covered in your oversized shirt, and quickly ducks into the bathroom. She comes back with a pill for Yunjin. "Here, you should take it."

"Y-You said there was only one, won't you get... pregnant?"

"It was a joke,” Somi presents her own identical pill to Yunjin. She leans in to whisper. “It makes him go a little harder, he thinks I don't know it, but he gets off on that super hard."

"Oh... okay, thanks then." Yunjin blushes at Somi discussing your kink so freely. The two of them walk out of the bedroom arm in arm, and Somi gets each of them a glass of water before downing the pills.

"There, like nothing ever happened." Somi fires Yunjin a glance, her intention clear—this never happened.

"Right, yes." Yunjin pauses as she walks to the door. "What about the collab?"

"Well, we've already worked together on oppa, I guess we can work on a song too." Somi jokes crudely, but her smile is kind. "I'll let you know?"

"Sure, thanks Somi!"

Back at the dorm Yunjin dodges many questions, most of all why did she need to shower at Somi's place, but she manages to explain it away as a bad kimchi stew spill. As Yunjin sinks back into her bed though she can't help but think of what just happened. How she already wants it again.

I need what's forbidden... I am so fucked.

She turns her head into her pillow and moans.

A/N: Welp, that was a smut alright. I will say, surprisingly Le Sserafim’s song lyrics lend a lot to inspiring fics, I guess that’s a good thing? I tried to do a play on their title name for the title of this fic, but eh, not my best effort there. Anyways, I really like the song, especially when they had that first verse in their MMA show, that Hydra performance is sick. Thanks for reading!

[luvyeni]

could you please do changbin x thick reader having her first time? i love you work sm 🤍🤍

FIRST MATCH; SEO CHANGBIN

pairings. boxer!changbin x thickvirgin!reader

wc. 1.3k

warnings. virginity loss, fingering, unprotected sex, small small mentions of weight

thank you so much for reading my works, i hope you like this 👍🏼!

meeting changbin at a underground boxing gym, and letting him take your virginity.

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"does this look like the movies to you?" you stared at your friend while she just smiled, grabbing your arm.

"okay, i lied about that, we're here to see the boy i like, he's a underground boxer, we're here to watch his friend in a fight."

"i didn't want to come out to go to the movies, I damn sure don't want to watch two dudes punch each other until they bleed." you blankly stared at her.

"i'm sorry, i tricked you, but i really wanted you to come out, who knows, you might have fun." you looked at you with pleading eyes. "fine, let's go." you both walked into the gym.

"he should be in the back, let's go!" she was in such a rush, she practically dragged you into the next room, walking in like she'd done this 100 time before.

"channie!" you watched awkwardly as your friend threw herself into the man's arms. "you're here? the fight doesn't start for another hour." he seemed like a nice guy."

"i know, but i wanted you to meet my bestfriend, she doesn't get out and meet people much." you glared at her, before sticking your hand out. "＿ it's nice to meet you."

"chan, same." he took your hand into his, shaking it.

"so where's changbin?" he guided both of you to another room, where you could hear the sounds of punching bags being hit. "changbin, that's enough, take a break." the boy turned stopped hitting the bag, stopping it before it collided with his chest.

he was beautiful, his muscular build, he must've stayed in the gym a lot.

"uh ＿, you there?"

you hadn't realized the man was now standing in front of you. "oh, hi." you laughed, embarrassed that you were drooling over the man. "this is changbin, he's the one fighting tonight." chan said.

"it's nice to meet you." his voice was deep, but he spoke with such a soft tone, he made you feel comfortable and safe. "this is ＿, she's a bit awkward don't mind her."

"it's okay, she's cute." you smiled, beating yourself up in your head immediately after, why is this man making you feel like a girl meeting her crush for the first time.

"alright, alright enough flirting, get back to work, you need to be ready for tonight." chan pushed the boy towards the ring.

you never thought someone could look so beautiful, hitting a bag and drenched in sweat, but you were so enchanted by the gorgeous man in front of you, you hadn't even noticed your friend had snuck away.

"yah, you must really like boxing?" changbin was now leaning on the rope of the ring. "oh no, i don't really know much about it."

"then you must really like looking at me, because you've been staring at me for a very long."

you wanted to crawl inside a hole a die, he'd caught you basically drooling over him. "i can see the gears turning in your head, no need to be shy, i like an audience." he was now walking towards you, but the way he was walking, it looked like he was going to eat you.

you weren't dumb, you knew what sex was, it was just that being on the thicker side, you never felt comfortable losing your virginity.

but he was different, he was making you feel things.

"look at you, getting all shy." he moved a piece of your hair out the way. "you really are cute." you could smell his scent, mind going fuzzy... he was way to close.

"i..i have to go to the bathroom." you quickly shuffled away; finding the bathroom, walking in, closing the door.

you let out a sigh of relief once you found safety inside the room. "get it together, you are a adult." you said into the air. "you're acting like this over one cute guy."

"so you do think i'm cute?" changbin stood in the doorframe. "because i think you're cute." he closed door behind him.

"aren't you supposed to be practicing? i don't think chan is gonna like this." you backed up against the sink. "you think? i don't see chan, baby if you'd hadn't been so focused on me, you would've realized they left a while ago." he was now trapping you against the sink.

"it's just me and you."

"changbin, i've never done this before." you breathed, he had you breathless. before you could say anything, his lips were on yours, his tongue fighting yours for dominance, winning easily.

"let me guide you okay? i'm not gonna hurt you i promise." he was so gentle, caressing your cheek. "okay." he smiled, kissing your forehead, lifting you on the sink.

"i needed you the moment you walked into the gym." he kissed your neck. "so cute, and shy. do you know how sexy you are?" he left little red marks on your neck.

"s..sexy?" you moaned as his hands began to caress your body.

"yes, sexy baby, you are absolutely breathtaking." his hands ran up your skirt, pulling your panties down your leg, "everything about you is sexy." his hand inching higher.

"you're face, so fucking pretty."

and higher...

"your body, oh fuck your body is absolutely irresistible, to busy looking at your thighs, couldn't focus."

and higher...

"changbin, please do something." he finally touched you were you needed him the most. "so wet, i knew you would be." he rubbed your clit.

"oh my god." you moaned loudly. "feels good princess?" you nodded, leaning your head back against the sink, "so good, it feels so good binnie."

he slowly fucked a finger into you, careful not to hurt you. "you're so tight." it hurt, but it wasn't unbearable, you could manage.

"c..changbin i want more." you whined, the one finger, slow place wasn't working amymore. "more? you want another finger."

you felt the stretch as he added another finger, scissoring you open as he sped up the the pace. "changbin, fuck!" you screamed.

"so tight, i can't wait to make you cum on my cock." he rubbed your nipples through your thin shirt. "you'd like that, cumming on my cock." you nodded frantically. "yes, please."

"i'll let you cum on my cock, but you gotta cum on my fingers first." he rubbed your clit, fucking into you faster with his fingers.

"changbin, binnie, i'm gonna cum—fuck! " you came with a loud moan.

he pulled down his shorts and underwear all at once, fisting his cock until it was fully hard. "do you want this? i need to hear you say it."

you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. "please fuck me changbin." you moaned. "i want you to."

he slowly inched into you, stopping to rub your hips. "you okay?" you nodded, it was very uncomfortable, but it wasn't bad. "just keep going."

he finally bottomed out, hips coming to a halt as he let you settle. "you're clenching around me so tigh, fuck! " he lowered his head in between your shoulder blade, breathing heavily.

"im gonna cum if you keep doing that." he pulled out, before slamming back into you.

"changbin- so big!" you held his bicep as he began to thrust in and out of you at a rough pace. "fuck baby you feel so good."

the location wasn't the best, but changbin didn't even care the way you felt around him, and how sexy you looked, tits bouncing in his face egging him on to go faster.

"s..shit." this wasn't the last time he'd see you like this, see you in general.

"baby— fuck— im gonna cum!" he rubbed your clit to make you cum with him. "cum with me baby." he gave you a soft kiss on your lips.

"fuck!" both of you came together.

"you okay?" he rubbed your hip, slowly pulling out of you. "did i hurt you?" you shook your head no. "i really liked it." he smiled. "i'm glad." he helped you get clean.

"changbin, the fight starts in 10 minutes, hurry your ass out the bathroom!" someone pounded on the door. "okay!" he turned back to you.

"don't leave after the fight, im taking you out for dinner, then i'm fuck you ass up into my bed."

©️LUVYENI

[rainylana]

“Baby, are you okay?”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: drug deal gone wrong. eddie realizes just how important you are to him. requested by @sharp-and-swift

warnings: reader has a knife held to her throat, sexual assault (reader is touched inappropriately), language, drug deal, fluff, major hurt/comfort trope (my favorite), special appearance by uncle wayne.

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If Eddie were an animal, he’d be a cat. Why? Because he had nine lives. He had more than nine, actually. He seemed to be void of all danger. Well no, that wasn’t true. Danger stuck to him like glue, but he was amazing when it came to getting out of it. Wayne teased him by calling him MacGyver and that he needed his own show. He loved the danger, the chaos of it all. It never bothered or got to him, atleast until one day when you were involved.

Eddie hadn’t had a bad drug deal in several years. The only people around Hawkins who needed a fix where high schoolers or lone wolves at the hideout. So, he didn’t think much about it when you asked to come along to his next destination.

You walked swinging your hands together, his fingers laced in yours as you crunched the fall leaves beneath your Chuck Taylor’s. It was supposed to be quick in simple. It was a friend of his uncle’s, who he’d never met, but he didn’t think much of it.

When you finally got to the designated meeting spot, you and Eddie sat across from each other at the picnic table in the middle of the woods, tapping your fingers and making small talk. Whoever you were meeting, was late. Eddie tiredly rested his chin in his palm, the cool air a bit nippy at his neck, but his jean jacket kept him warm. He offered it up to you, but you promised your orange sweater was enough.

“Ow.” You complained under your breath, finger scraping too hard at the wood beneath your palms.

“What’s wrong?” He creased his brow across from you, not moving from his position.

“Splinter.” You bit your lip, bringing it up to investigate. “Fuck, hurts like a bitch.”

“Here,” He reached out to take your hand and brought the tip of your finger up to his eye line, squeezing at the skin around it. He muttered a soft apology when you winced at his prodding.

“I think I got a knife in here somewhere.” He padded at his jacket, making you scoff and widen your eyes.

“You’re not cutting that thing out of me.” You shook your head. “Hell nah.”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He hopped up and rounded the table to set beside you, holding your red, irritated finger. “Seems like we might have a no show.”

“Get that a lot?” You tried to ignore the pain as he squeezed the skin, gritting your teeth.

“Not really.” He focused on the wood under your porcelain skin, sticking out his tongue in concentration. “Just sell it to someone else if they don’t.”

The wind picked up a bit and shivered inside of your clothes. Eddie hummed and squeezed your wrist. “Told you you’d be cold.”

“Shut up.” You lightly kicked him. You were naturally a cold blooded girl. “Just get this tree trunk out of me.”

Eddie snickered and teased you by squeezing your pained skin, but he finally got it out as you sighed with relief. He took the splinter away from your cut it held it up with victory, a goofy smile on your face. “Tada.”

Victory was not held long though. The dark curtains of his hair kept him from witnessing the stranger from the corner of his vision, and you were too focused on the task at hand, and a scream lodged it’s way out of your throat when you were yanked up from the table.

It all happened so quickly. You were now being held up off the ground, a blade held thickly at your throat and a strong arm wrapped around your waist. Eddie was stumbling off the ground from trying to catch you, his eyes wide in a panicked fear.

“Don’t you fucking move!” Whoever it was behind you screamed into your ear, and you were hyperventilating as your eyes blurred with tears, heart racing like a wild stallion.

“Hey, hey, okay, okay!” Eddie begged, holding up his hands with an unhinged jaw. His eyes were wide and his face had gone pale.

“You got what I came for?” The man asked bitterly. Your body was pressed up against his, and you could smell alcohol and cigarettes on his breath. The sharp blade was right at your jugular, and you were whimpering, not able to struggle and paralyzed with fear, body stiff as the planks you had sat on.

“Yeah, yeah, man, I got it!” He nodded rapidly, eyes flicking between you and who he assumed, was his uncles friend. He needed new ones. “Just.. just, hey, you don’t gotta do this, okay? She’s..she’s not done anything. I’ll give you what you want just let her go, alright?”

Eddie’s voice was shaking, and you could only cry in your captives arms. Your eyes were so wide that it hurt your head, your body was shaking and you had to clamp your mouth shut from screaming.

“What else you got?” The man was larger built, dark hair and tan skin. He looked like a truck driver. Eddie hadn’t seen him before.

“Anything.” Eddie pointed back to his lunchbox. “Coke, weed, acid it’s all yours, man, just let her go!” He was more frantic with his words, knees barely buckling underneath him.

“Give it to me. Toss it over here.”

Eddie obeyed quickly, reaching behind him, arms still up, and tossed over his lunch box his your feet. “Now, let her go.”

You cried out when your body was bent over, the man reaching down to pick up the box. Your eyes never left Eddie’s, wide and terrified, your cries breaking his heart. With one hand, he opened the box and quickly scanned it, giving a satisfied nod. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

He still hadn’t let you go.

Eddie’s stomach twisted upside down when the man’s eyes started to observe the side of your cheek, and you squeezed your eyes shut as the man shushed you sickeningly. You were crying, tears dripping down you neck with soft sobs. You begged yourself not to move. One wrong motion and Eddie would be traumatized for life.

“Hey!” Eddie tried to get the man’s attention. “Let her go.”

The urgency in his voice made you break a sob, cringing and shying away as his free hand came up to pet your cheek, drifting down your hip. You tried to calm yourself. Freaking out would only make your case work, but you could only quiet down so much.

“Hey, don’t touch her, man!” Eddie snapped, taking a step that got the knife digging into your skin even more as he shouted at Eddie to stay away. The action, and the sudden burn of blood that leaked at the cut along your neck, made you hysterically sob and scream out, your legs giving out from under you.

“You shut your mouth before I slit her throat!” He screamed, only worsening your case. Your chest was heaving and you were begging Eddie with silent eyes to help you.

You but your tongue so hard you tasted blood when the man’s hand cupped the space between your legs, squeezing you and making your throat close. You had to look away from Eddie, not daring to let a full fledged whimper out.

“Stop! Fucking stop it!” Eddie screamed in desperation, stumbling on his feet with shaking limbs and wide eyes. “Please, please you got what you wanted, please let her go!”

He gave you a little jostle and licked your neck, rubbing the fabric of your jeans and making you grow cold. He gave your neck a little bite before he loosened his grip on you, removing the knife as he held it out to Eddie. “You keep your distance until I’m gone, ya’ hear?”

Eddie nodded as quickly as he could. “Yeah- yeah, you got it.”

Your body was set free but you couldn’t move, your hands froze in the air as you paralyzing stared off at the side. Your heart felt like it was going to explode. Eddie kept his eyes on the man, who kept the knife up, backing away deep into the woods. When he was finally gone from sight, Eddie ran to you.

It was like your brain had turned to mush. Your face was pressed into his chest and his arms were wrapped around your shaking body so tightly it almost hurt, then he’d pull away to look at your neck, grab your face and hold your hands, pulling you back in to hold you. He was speaking all the while, but you could only hear muffled words. His touches felt fuzzy and tingly, like he wasn’t really there. You couldn’t see clearly, and your tongue felt heavier.

“Come on, we’ve gotta get outta here.”

You didn’t hear it, but an arm wrapped around your waist and led you away from the forest.

•

“Eddie, what happened?”

Wayne had yet to take a sip from his freshly brewed cup of coffee when his nephew barged in with you by his side, shaken up as he ever saw them.

“We got jumped.” Eddie gulped, closing the door behind him, his hand holding yours tightly. “Some guy that..I don’t know, claimed to know you,” He was panting as he rambled, pausing to turn to you. “Hey, why don’t…here, honey, you need to sit down.” His voice had turned so much more gentle as he grabbed your shoulders and softly ushered you to a seat on the couch, crouching down below you. “I’m gonna..I’m gonna get something the clean your neck, okay?” He looked into your eyes and you gave a weak nod, not meeting them.

“Eddie,” Wayne said more seriously when Eddie ventured into the bathroom. “What the hell happened?”

Eddie stopped and his face went white, bringing a hand up to his forehead. He stepped around his uncle to close the door. “He..he came out of nowhere. I didn’t see him. He…he held a knife to her throat and- and he..he- touched her.” His voice broke and he could hardly get out the words. “Fuck,” He grew overwhelmed and covered her face. “He cut her neck a little bit but- fuck, Wayne he touched her right in front of me and she won’t- she won’t say anything, oh god, this is my fault. It’s my fucking fault, Wayne-”

“Hey, hey,” Wayne grabbed his face and pulled him close. “Calm down, Eddie.” He recognized the signs of his past panic attacks, his breathing erratic and face gone of color. “You’re alright. She’s alright. But now you know why this stuff is dangerous, right? You’re lucky nothing worse happened. It needs to stop, bud. You don’t gotta worry about money.”

“I know, I know,” He breathed, resting his hands on his uncle’s arms. “Fuck, Wayne, what do I do? I’ve fucking traumatized her.” He squeezed his eyes shut.

“No, you haven’t, Ed.” Wayne said calmly. “Just learn from this, okay? You’ll both be okay. Just need to calm down, alright?”

Your ears caught the sound of the bathroom door opening, but you didn’t look up. You said rigidly on Wayne’s sofa, knees up and arms laying loosely at your sides. Your face was pale and void of color, eyes glossed over and red, the skin around them swollen and irritated. You felt disgustingly gross. You heard Wayne fish for his keys in the pocket of his jacket, his boots padding in the carpet as he walked around the coffee table to stand next to you. You tried to smile when he bent down to give you a kiss on the top of your head.

Eddie came back to crouch in front of you, tearing open a first aid kit and looking through it’s contents. He muttered to himself about what he needed to find. He had a wet napkin sitting on his thigh, and he picked it and looked at you. “Is it okay if I clean it up a bit?”

You nodded softly and lifted your neck a bit, his hand soft on your skin. You tried not to cringe at the feeling, but you couldn’t help but get a flash of ptsd. You pushed it away. He cleaned as quickly as he could, his other hand rubbing your thigh softly. He kept looking up at you lifeless eyes, a frown on both of your faces. When he finished, putting a dab of Neosporin and a bandaid, he had to speak up.

“Baby, are you okay?” Of course, you weren’t. His lips were pulled down and his hands held your knees, his voice soft like a winter’s first snow.

“Yeah.” You forced yourself to speak, the crack in your voice betraying you.

“Y/n, I’m so, so sorry.” He pleaded, gathering your hands and kissing them. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” He kissed up your arm until he got the dent of your elbow.

Never in his life had he felt so much love for another person. He always knew you were important to him, but important didn’t even grace it now. You were his life. Your spirit animal was not a cat, and you did not have nine lives. Eddie wanted to cry again. “I’m so sorry this happened, baby.” He looked up to you from your stomach. “Are you okay? Please, talk to me.”

You didn’t know how to feel. You weren’t processing anything. The only thing you did feel was terror. Your mouth opened and closed, trying to find words. He could see the confused, complicated look on your face as he sat up. You grew panicked, but before you could get too overwhelmed he cupped your cheek.

“It’s alright.” He said softly, giving you a kiss on the lips, soft and delicate. “You’re alright, honey. Here, sit back.” You leaned back until you rested on the back of the couch, and he propped your feet up on his lap. He worked to untie your shoelaces, working them through the triple nots you tied. He managed to get one off before the damn broke.

When you let out a quiet sob, his eyes snapped up to you, face dropping. You were looking up at the ceiling, holding your stomach as tears fell down your neck as you cried steadily. Eddie disregarded his task at taking off your other shoe and sat beside you, shushing you softly as he pulled you down into his lap, your face scrunched up in his jeans. He leaned down to hold you tight, kissing your shoulder and offering words of apology.

Why did something so horrible have to finally make him realize how much he cared for you?

[elliezlils11utt]

I have no idea if this is how you send requests but could you write bsf ellie and reader getting high or drunk and ellie who's had a crush on the reader for ages is too drunk to control herself and she just starts rubbing the readers thigh which leads too..yknow stuff please.

Or she's just generally touching her up

‘WHAT DOES THIS MAKE US’ (e.w)

a/n: took a little creative liberty with this one. mb love.

warnings: both of yall r high asf, toxic!ellie at the end maybe? (not really), thigh riding, bsf!ellie, inexperienced!reader sorta, pet names (mama, sweets, ma, pretty girl)

ellie gets like this sometimes. after a good smoke sesh she js starts getting really fucking clingy and needy. she starts saying shit you know she wouldn’t say if she was sober. (not that your complaining) she’ll start complimenting you randomly. her fuzzy head js thinking about you and your ‘pretty smile’. now as much as you loved to hear her raspy voice tell you how beautiful you are and how she thinks your body is perfect, you know she’s not in her right mind. so u normally js giggle and play it off like a joke. this time though it was a lil different. you suggested you do a couple shots too. you two sit on her little couch. music lowly playing in the background, you take another hit of the blunt. feeling the burn follow through your lungs you exhale the smoke and pass it. a lazy smile on els face as you turn to her. ‘whatca smilin ‘bout over there els?’you question, handing her the weed. she takes a deep hit. you watch as her body expands with her breath. she blows the smoke from her lips she shakes her head lightly.

‘thinkin bout how pretty u r.’ she says so causally. fuck. the way she drags her vowels out when she’s high drives you fucking insane. your face flushes. a little giggle slipping.

‘yah? that how u feel els?’

‘mhm’ she hums. her eyes flow over every feature on ur face. lingering over your lips a little longer then they should. her eyes finally meet your own. your pondering expression causing her to raise a brow.

‘hm?’ she questions as you examine her. you take a moment.

‘what are you doing ellie? do u like me?‘

‘do I like you?’ she pauses. almost sounding completely offended you would even question her on that. ‘c’mer pretty girl’ she puts out the blunt & opens her arms. welcoming you to sit on her. and you do, you crawl over and plop yourself right on her lap. your legs stratilng her own. your hands placed on her chest. she peers into your eyes, looking through her lashes. a lazy smile on her face.

‘better?’ you whisper.

‘mhm. a lot better.’ her hands snake up your waist. slipping under your shirt her cold hands press against the plush of your warm hips. your skin kissed by her touch. she gently scratches at your back. her nails dragging circles up and down ur back. her fingers slip under the strap of your bra. playing with the lacy hem. ‘els your my best friend.’ you protest. not wanting to ruin the friendship you’ve built with Ellie.

‘so..?’ she replies. she undoes ur bra as she speaks.

‘fuck.’ you breath out. you place kisses down her throat. attacking her neck with love bites.

‘let’s get this off yah?’

she pulls your shirt over your head discarding it to be found at an later date (you will be searching for that shit for the next week and a half😭) your bra falls with it. her hands immediately find your tits. groping the fat of your boobs. your head falls back, a moan slipping past your lips. her hands snake back down your waist and she shifts you to the side. placing you on her thigh. your legs placed on either side of the muscle of her leg.

‘go on baby’ she coos.

‘what do you mean els?’

‘oh sweet girl, here lemme show you.’

she starts to slowly rock you back on forth on her. your clothed cunt rubbing against the soft of her thigh. you muffle the whimpers and whines by biting your bottom lip. you catch a hint and ride her. her red hooded eyes watching you closely.

‘that’s it mama. doin s’good f’me sweets’

‘oh god~’ you had never felt this good. this fuzzy feeling had formed in your stomach. like a knot begging to be untied. she pulls you farther up her thigh so your knee is pressed up her pussy. the uncomfortable wetness in her boxers becoming unbearable.

‘you close baby?’ your head bobbles fast. unable to answer her with words. ‘go on ma’, you can cum’

you thrust into her. the knot bursts. you spazz out following your high. mumbles of ‘thank yous’ fall outa ur mouth.

‘there we go, so pretty’ she coos as you fall onto her chest. your breath heaving and you pant into her. a goofy grin stuck to your cheeks.

‘how was that? still think i don’t like you?’ she says sarcastically, tracing circles into your sticky skin. your shirt and bra still gone.

‘that was fucking amazing ellie.’ you look up at her, staring into her eyes. she places a soft kiss onto your lips. your head falls back into the crook of her neck. you stay like this for a while. content with where you are. it feels safe.

‘what does this make us ellie?’

‘we can talk about it in the morning y/n, get some rest’

a/n: i apologize this is so shit

[spooky-bunnys]

Hear me out peh yah meets gothic reader and at first peh assumes that the reader is a vampire and peh just does everything in his way to protect his “vampire” crush. I mean him always holding an umbrella for the reader, make sure there is no garlic near him (can just imagine pah offering the reader garlic bread only for peh to slap it out of pah hand), crosses and stakes are thrown far away from the reader and whenever the reader says “I’m kinda hungry” peh immediately shows his neck and replies with “make it quick”

If that’s alright with you

So sorry for the late reply. A lots been going on and as excited as I was to write this I had no idea how to go by it to be honest. But here you go! Also I hope you guys like my new theme!

When Peh-yan met (Name) he was surprised. Very surprised. He had never seen anyone like him. He looked....different.

He had extremely pale skin. He had a pitch black parasol covering him from the sun. Clothes as dark as his umbrella. But it was the Rosari stood out the most.

So he immediately knew this guy was a Vampire. Cause what human would be like that?! (Literally me if I could man) But he was confused on why he was so nice to him.

Vampires in books and Manga were said to be beauitful but rude and uncaring. (Name) was different though, while yes he was beautiful. He was kind and caring.

Peh-yan watched carefully from behind the corner, as (Name) was playing with a small black cat. The soft smile on the male's face made Peh-yan's heart skip a beat.

He looked so sweet and gentle. Peh-yan had leaned a bit too far and fell. Startling not only the cat but the "undead" male.

(Name) looked at the fallen male then turned to where the cat was. He was a bit sad he couldn't play with the animal for longer but he needed to get home anyways. He turned and slowly made his way home. Completely forgetting about the fallen male he left behind.

Peh-yan looked around noticing the dark male disappeared. So it was true! He even had the speed of a Vampire! (No hun you were just stuck in a gay day dream) No matter though he will keep the male's real identity a secret! He will protect (Name) with his life!

~

It's been about a month since (Name) met Peh. The taller male had been acting extremely weird in his opinion. Like how on their walk home Peh steered him away from the church. While also scared away the kids that were playing outside of it. Yelling about keep him safe from being hurt.

(Name) didn't know how a church or a group of kids with sticks can hurt him. He sighed petting another cat as the tall male held his parasol. Keeping him protected from the sun.

That was another thing. Whenever they see each other, Peh immediately takes his parasol away and always covers him. While (Name) found this sweet, he just didn't know why the male was so keen on keeping him "safe". He knows Peh doesn't mean any harm its just.....he's acting weird wen "protecting" him.

Like how at school earlier, Peh literally slapped a piece of garlic bread out of his best friends hand! Going on and on about how garlic can harm him. (Name) had tried explaining to Peh that while he didn't like garlic, it doesn't harm him. But he wasn't able to since he had scared off a few girls. Who had been praying for their food.

(Name) picked up the cat. Smiling softly. He loved animals. Cat were his biggest weakness. After giving the cat some more scratches, (Name) let the cat go before looking over at his "protector". "Hey Peh I'm getting kind of hungry."

Now what (Name) expected was for the male to led them to a restaurant. Not for him to pull (Name) into an alley and tell (Name) to be quick.

"Huh?"

(Name) was stooped. Peh leaned close and showed his neck. His face serious and ears red. (Name) had never been so confused in his whole life. What was he doing?

"Peh?"

"Go ahead (Name). Just please be gentle. This is my first time."

Okay what the hell is going on?

"First time for what?!"

Peh stuck his neck out more, pulling his shirt slightly down. "Go ahead. I made sure to wash my neck in case this happens."

"Peh why would you need to wash your neck?" (Name) tilted his head confused. He didn't understand what was going on here anymore.

Peh pulled away and shyly looked to the side. "S-So if you needed blood I could give you some of mine." (Name) choked on air. Even more confused. What is going on?

"Why would I need blood?" Peh looked confused. "Do you not need blood to live?" "Doesn't everyone?" "Well not everyone is a Vampire though!"

Vampire? Who the hell was a vampire?Vampire?! "I'm not a Vampire though." Peh stared at him. "You're not?" (Name) shook his head. Quietly laughing. "No Peh. Is that what this has been about?"

The taller male wouldn't meet his eyes. (Name) gave a soft laugh. Peh looked confused at the (hair color) male's reaction. (Name) smiled brightly and wiped away the tears that had came to his eyes.

"Peh, I'm not a vampire. What made you think that?" The taller male the began explaining how (Name) acted like a vampire. Which (Name) expained how he wasn't one.

"You always use an umbrella to stay out of the sun!" -Peh

"I get sunburned easil." -(Name)

"Your extremely pale!" -Peh

"I got my pale skin color from my grandmother." -(Name)

"You're always wearing dark clothes!" -Peh

"The color black is my happy color. I'm also goth Peh." -(Name)

"Then what about that cross thing you're always wearing?!" -Peh

"It's a family heirloom. Its also a Rosari." -(Name)

Peh looked stooped. He had to admit. Those were good reasons...or maybe (Name) really WAS a vampire but he had to keep it a secret. But he wouldn't take his blood though....maybe he didn't like people blood?

Peh nodded looking determined. "Don't worry (Name)! Your secret is safe with me!"

(Name) groaned and face-palmed.

[hopefulromances]

Long Time Coming I Chapter Three I It's Nice To Have A Friend

Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football protigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.

Word Count: 2498

Warning: I have literally no clue how football works.

A/N: Hey fellas! I hope things are going well for y'all and that you're enjoying the story! I am like a puppy dog and thrive on words of affirmation so if you're enjoying pls let me know!

Prologue One Two

            “She said what?” Keely gaped, looking up from her laptop at Jamie.

            “She said that I made her feel like… like she didn’t deserve to be here,” Jamie repeated, leaning back in his chair.

            “Aw, poor girl,” Keely pouted at him. “What did you say?”

Jamie shrugged. “Nothing, she walked away before I could say anything.”

            “Well, what would you have said if she stayed?” She pressed.

            “I… I don’t know,” Jamie admitted, after a second. “It just made me think about… me dad.” Keely frowned at that. She didn’t know a lot about his dad, Jamie had always stayed mainly private about that part of his life, but what she did know wasn’t great. He continued. “I was just such a dickhead.” Keely snorted. “What? I’m opening me self up to you. Can you try not to laugh at me?”

            “No, Jamie, no! I’m not…” She cleared her throat, trying to appear serious. “I’m not laughing at you. It’s just, I’m pretty sure you’ve called yourself a dickhead about a hundred times since you’ve been back.” Jamie rolled his eyes and leaned forward in his chair. “Have you talked to Dr. Fieldstone about it?”

            “Yah, I have. She said I need to forgive me self so I can let them forgive me. Cause if I won’t forgive me why should they. Whatever the fuck that means.” He was frustrated with himself. It was like she could understand what the ball was doing before it even moved. Why couldn't he just tell her that. “I just want her to know I’m sorry. It doesn’t help that the rest of the team hates me to.”

            “Well Jamie, they aren’t going to just forgive you. You have to show them you’ve changed.”

            “Ted said not to buy them all PS5s.”

            “No, not like that! Just… let them show you how to make it up to them,” Keely clarified.

Jamie looked at her for a second processing what she said. “…. Keely?’

            “Yes, Jamie.”

            “Can you return 30 PS5s?”

            “Oh, Jamie.”

The next game was against Coventry City. The coaches didn’t usually spend a lot of time with the lads before games, but I loved the energy in the locker room. I walked around the room, talking with the boys, giving last minute tips, handing out fist bumps. I could feel Jamie’s eyes on me as I did. Every now and then I would glance over at him as he tied his shoes. I warded him off with a small smile, but I didn’t dare get too close to him.             

“(Y/N)! Look at this!” It was Colin, excitedly showing me his boots. “Had Will shine these bad boys this morning.”

            “Yes, Colin your shoes look great,” I rolled my eyes whilst giving Isaac a fist bump.

            “You’re not even looking!”  

I turned a looked at Colin. They did look really great.

            “You know what Colin, those do look great,” I conceded, reaching over to give him a high five.

Just then the sound of stretching tape caught our attention. I turned to see Sam pressing black tape over his Dubai Air logo. Someone cracked some joke about Dubai Air not paying him enough but he quickly explains that it was more than that. That Dubai Air owned by a compnay that was destroying the environment in Nigeria. There was silence in the locker room.

Then Jamie stood up.

I eyed him, ready to step in if he decided to make a stupid decision here. But instead, he stretched the tape and put it over his own Dubai Air logo.

            “Gotta wear the same kit,” he explained. As if it was simple. As if it was expected.

He patted his jersey before tossing the tape into the center console. I studied his face, looking for any signs of mockery, but there was none. Soon the whole team had stripes of black tape over the kits. The whole game, all the focus was on Sam, even though it was Jamie’s big return. But he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he celebrated Sam when he returned from the post-game interview. We lost the game, but no one seemed to mind.

            “All I’m saying is that objectively, this red looks better than the blue boots,” Colin insisted, motioning to his feet.

            “Colin, the red is going to get dirty so much more easily than the blue,” I counter, pointing at my own shoes.

            “Now that’s just- “

            “Hey, (Y/N), can I talk to you?” Jamie interrupted.

Colin and I took simultaneous sips of our beer, making eyes at each other before I nodded. Colin took that as his cue to leave, giving Jamie a cheer as he left. Jamie looked down at his shoes, looking a little nervous.

            “What’s up, Jamie?” I asked, trying to force him to meet my eyes. Then he pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to me. It was a ticket. “What is this?”

            “It’s my ticket to your final game at Imperial,” he explained, motioning to the ticket.

Surprised I looked down. Imperial College. Where I had gone to uni and played football all four years. This final game I lead my team to the league championship.

            “I-I don’t under- “

            “Me and some friends had heard about this crazy talented football girl,” he began, still not meeting my eyes. “I thought, there was no way a girl could be as good as they were saying.” He laughed a little. “So, we bought tickets to see you play. And you were that good. Like… even better than they was saying.”

My mouth was agape with surprise. I looked down at the ticket, shaking my head in disbelief.

            “Jamie, I- “

            “Wait, let me finish, please,” he interrupted, again. “You really were incredible that night. I thought I would see you in professionals but.... your name never popped up. Anyways, when I found out you were coming to coach here, I suppose I thought that I needed to prove me self to you. Make myself look bigger and better. But it was really because I was intimidated by you. I was dumb, and really stupid. And I know I’ve been saying it a lot but I really am sorry. I’m sorry I made you feel like you weren’t good enough for us because the truth is, you’re really better than most of us.”

I was shocked by his sincerity. “Thank you, Jamie.”

He finally looked up at me. His eyes were big and searching, it almost broke my heart. I smile at him and raise my beer towards him.  

            “We’re okay, Jamie,” I reassured him.

His face broke out into a smile, that stupid cocky smile that I had seen so many times before.

            “Good, good,” he clinks his beer against mine. We both took a long sip of the beers looking around at the room.

            “You know, what you did today, for Sam, it was really good of you,” I told him, sincerely.

He shrugged. “Any of the lads would have done it.”

            “But they didn’t, you did,” I press, nudging his shoulder. “It was good.” He kept his cocky smirk, but I could see his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. “Doesn’t excuse you playing like rubbish out there today.”

            “What? I did not!”

            “Oh, yes you did!”

The two of us sat there bickering and chatting about the game until long after everyone else had left. But I barely noticed. Jamie was funny. He was sincere and honest in a way I didn’t expect. It was too soon to tell but I felt my heart jump. The same way it had that night with the ghosts. Maybe, just maybe, that Jamie was here again.

I had a routine. Since moving back to Richmond, I stayed in the same schedule. I woke up at 7:00am. Get up, get a quick workout in, shower, eat breakfast, and get to work early so I could have some time on the pitch. Occasionally, when I was leaving my house, I would run into a pap or two asking me some inane questions about my place in the league and what I was doing to single handedly fix sexism in the football industry. Keely just told me to keep my head down and keep walking.

But now there was a new part to my schedule. Now when I arrived at the pitch, Jamie was there waiting for me. We’d play against each other, throwing sharp jabs at one another for whatever tiny mistakes the other would make. It was fun. Jamie was a fun friend. Wasn’t that great. Friends? Almost best friends, I might say. It was distracting.

            “So, hows that puzzle coming?” Ted asked, as I walked into the coaches room after my daily session with Jamie.

            “Huh? Oh! Good, I suppose? He’s doing well,” I responded, sitting in my seat. “He’s a fun guy to be around.”

Ted gave an understanding grunt. “Aint, that just great. A new friendship. Beard, didn’t I tell you I knew what I was doing.”

            “Don’t gloat,” Beard grunted from behind his book.

            “Hooh! I love it when he gets bitter,” Ted giggled, smiling at me. “Turns his eyes a lovely shade of hazel!”

Beard lowered his book just enough to show me his eyes. They did look lovely.

The game that weekend didn’t go great. We ended up in the video room watching the loss on the television. Isaac’s leadership was taking a steep turn. His fear was coming out in aggressive rages on the field when his teammates didn’t make the plays they were supposed to. After one particularly bad defensive move by Jan Maas, Ted paused the tv.

He began his motivational speech. This time about romcommunism. An interesting play on words about getting through the dark forest of the season.

            “What about aca-teamwork?” I suggested referencing my personal favorite romcom.

            “Oh, that is a Pitch Perfect comparison,” Ted quipped, snapping his fingers. “Becca thought she was cool by trying to be independent but what she needed was teamwork.”

            “But wasn’t the real lesson in Pitch Perfect the understanding of sisterhood and how surrounding yourself with people you love creates strength?” Colin pointed out.

            “Exactly, Colin,” I agreed, leaning back in my chair.

Ted came to sit next to me as the lights went down. I scanned the lads to watch their attention levels when my eyes landed on Jamie. He was smirking at me. When he caught my eyes, he gave me a fist pump a la The Breakfast Club. I shook my head at him and motioned for him to pay attention.

As the boys were changing and packing up for the day, I erased the strategies off the board.

            “Good call today with the Pitch Perfect reference, I love that movie,” Colin shared coming up behind me.

I capped my marker and turned to look at him with a smile. “It’s only the greatest romantic comedy in the 2010s!”

            “I agree. We don’t talk about the sequels, though,” he pointed out.

            “What sequels?” I joked, raising my eyebrows. “I’m still waiting on Becca to choose a song for the next auditions.”

            “You get it, alright, I’ll see you around girlo!” He gave me a pat on the arm as he walked out of the room. As I watched him leave, I noticed Jamie sitting on his bench listening to us talk. I quirked an eyebrow at him.

            “Something to add, Jamie?” I asked, grabbing my bag.

He picked up his own bag and slung it over his shoulder. “Nah, I ain’t seen that one.”

            “What! You haven’t seen Pitch Perfect?” I gaped. Though I knew it wasn’t super surprising that Jamie hadn’t seen it.

            “I prefer 10 Things I Hate About You, I like… what’s his name…” He approached me as he thought about the name. “Heath Ledger’s character.”

            “Patrick?” I offered, shocked that Jamie knew about one of the best rom coms of all time.

            “Exactly!” He started towards the door. I followed him, walking close enough that our shoulders were brushing. “What are your plans for this weekend?”

            “Uh, beating Sheffield Wednesday?” I replied, raising my eyebrows at him.

            “I mean besides that.” He rolled his eyes.

            “Dunno, maybe sleep in for once? Eat a French fry?” I shrugged. “What about you?”

As we rounded the corner to leave the room, I spied the newest sponsorship that Keely had hooked up for the boys. Keurig coffee makers.

            “Woah, maybe make too much coffee with my brand-new coffee machine,” he gloated, picking up his coffee.

            “Change of plans, I will be at your place drinking too much coffee with your new coffee machine,” I joked, glaring jealously at it.

He laughed. I decided I loved that sound and smiled at him. When I went to follow him, I heard a loud throat clearing. I turned and saw Rebecca and Keely looking at my expectantly. I frowned at them and turned back to Jamie.

            “I’ll see you around, yeah?” I called after him.

He turned back and for a second it looked like real disappointment on his face. But it cleared up quickly when he saw Keely standing behind me.

            “Oh alright, see you at Sheffield,” He turned to walk away but not before calling out, “Bye Keely!”

I don’t know why but it made my heart drop to hear him address his former girlfriend. I waved at him before turning back to face the two women behind me.

            “What do you two want?” I pouted, leaning against the wall next to Rebecca.

            “You like him!” Keely shouted, clapping her hands excitedly.

I snapped my head in their direction. “What are you talking about?”

            “She’s right,” Rebecca concurred, starring at her phone. “Everyone can see it.”

            “Everyone?”

            “Everyone,” Keely concluded. “Except, apparently, you and Jamie.”

I looked incredulously between Rebecca and Keely. I do not like Jamie. JAMIE! Of all people. Just a few weeks ago I couldn’t stand him and now they think I like him.

            “Seriously, that is just ridiculous, Jamie is just my friend,” I clarified, shaking my head.

            “Your friend that you go to work with, hang out with while at work, and walk home with?” Rebecca inquired, finally looking up from her phone. Her stare as piercing. But no, there was no way that I liked Jamie like that.

            “I think the two of you need to get laid,” I finished, pushing myself off the wall. “Instead of getting in other people’s business.”

I walked away from them, back to my office where I could pretend to be mad at them. I wasn’t mad, not really. Just annoyed. So, what I wasn’t able to have a friend in Jamie? I wasn’t able to admire his physique in a friendly way? Or laugh as his naivete and honesty? I finally felt like I had someone who respected me in this field. That’s all he was. A friend.

Tag list:

@optimisticsandwichgladiator, @oxxolovemelikeyoudooxxo, @ajax-petropolus-wife

[mrsaltieri-real]

could you please do Mickey as a bf NSFW headcanons? Or Roman even.

(Apologies if you've already this request)

Mickey Altieri as a Boyfriend (NSFW, 18+)

Warning/s: (AFAB!FEM!Girlfriend) NSFW, (18+ ONLY) smut, p in v, oral, (m and f receiving) knife play, blood kink, period sex, roleplaying, spanking, Yeah yeah you get it. It’s an NSFW headcanon it’s all pure filth!

The titles kinda misleading, it’s mainly just how Mickey is when he’s fucking tbh. I think about these a lot because I’m absolutely fucking obsessed with this man. Like, it’s actually insane. Also, you all seemed to like the one I did for Ethan so I had to do my best guy. Feel free to ask for some other slasher boys/girls and I’ll happily do them!

Anyway, here we go!

First and foremost, dude is a DOM

You’ll never catch him dead as a sub, he just doesn’t read as one at all

Likes when you worship him, whether that be his body, his cock or literally anything about him

He’s good with casual hookups, but when he’s in a relationship he opens up a lot more sexually

A lot more

If anything, he prefers sex when he’s dating someone he genuinely cares about

It’s better, more satisfying

1000% percent an ass man, with a soft spot for tits. I don’t know why but I have a feeling

Will absolutely (if you’re comfortable with it) film the two of you fucking

Likes to watch the tape for his lil private sessions if ya know what I mean

Will deny you to holy hell

“Please let me cum.”

“Fuck no.”

Yah, he loves when you beg

Beg him to let you cum, beg him to go harder, faster, WHATEVER

Beg. Him.

Will edge you for hours if he can tbh

Loves when you blow him

LOVES. IT.

Will gag you with his cock, he doesn’t give a fuck

Likes when your gagging around him, tears rolling down your face, mascara staining your cheeks while he’s forcing you to look at him

Oh, but he’ll go to town on you too

He’ll cradle your clit, nip at it, tongue fuck you, WHATEVER

He’ll do it till your cumming on his tongue and just keep on going till HE is done

Don’t get me wrong, he can be very sweet

He enjoys lazy morning sex as much as the next guy, especially when he’s dating you

Can actually be very romantic in the bedroom if the opportunity calls for it

Slow, passionate sex is somewhat of an occasional soft spot for him

I’m talking him on top, fucking you deep and slow with your legs around his waist and watching the pleasure on your face

Honestly, makes his heart stutter

But his favourite position is doggy

He likes the view, what can I say

Enjoys to spank you while he’s fucking you from behind and watching his dick sliding in and out of your pussy

Likes cowgirl too, but he’ll still have to be in control he likes watching your tits bounce when he’s fucking up into you

On occasion, he’ll allow you to take some control of fucking because he loooooves to feel you bouncing on his cock

Likes making a mess

He will not pull out and prefers not to wear a condom

He likes to stuff you full of his cum and watch it ooze out of your well fucked hole, watch it quiver, finger you to stuff it even deeper inside of you…

Ahem I’m getting carried away, sorry

It’s enough to get him hard again for another round

So make sure you’re on some form of birth control

Will make you cum twice minimum before he does

What a guy

Despite how kinky he is, his sex drive is medium

He’s a busy guy, but will always make time for you

His love languages are quality time and physical touch

And he’s very touchy

Even out in public

He wants to fuck you everywhere, in a classroom, at a party, at the movies (iykyk)

Loves to overstimulate you until you’re a twitching, writhing, trembling fucking mess

When he’s very comfortable, he’ll incorporate some of his more secret kinks

Knife play, roleplaying etc

He has a blood kink

Big ol’ blood kink

He’s a confident guy, but possessive. If you let him, he’ll carve his name into your flesh and want you to do the same to him

In his eyes, you belong to him and he wants everyone to know that

He absolutely loves period sex. He just DOES

Likes to fuck while watching horror movies for his own… self gratification let’s say

But as I said earlier, he can be very fucking sweet when he wants to be

As kinky as he is, if he’s in a relationship and loves you, he’s very playful, gently biting your neck when you’re fucking or making you laugh by cracking a joke

All around, he’s an ass during sex but in a hot way that’ll make you begging for more

And if he loves you, you’re never getting away from him

Not that you’d want to

[yutasbimil]

Ride With You

beomgyu x fem!reader | txt ff. [one-shot] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff cw: frenemies vibe, friends to lovers, lots of bantering, teasing, much used 'person a got sick in bed, now person b takes care of 'em', falling in love, domestic fluff, playing video games, fluff! note: needed to take a break and cleanse from writing nasty things, need fluff in the meantime. needless to say, this is inspired by a post, and how reoccurring it is w/ beomgyu’s role in txt mvs and the beef(?) bikes have with him lmao. and im dumb af as well in riding one, this is the result ig lmao Surprisingly, I have a song in mind about this writing I did?! :0 (Shocking for me at least haha) ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ | ‘Bodybag’ by chloe moriondo ! also, not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, tho hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 4.6k

do not repost © yutasbimil (2024)

“Pabo-yah! We’re already late, Gyu!” Y/n huffed, stepping on the bike pedal harder. 

“Step on it, Y/n!” He further pressed his tone along with his grip on her waist. Her smirk is anything but mirth at the male’s hot touch.

“Don’t tell me what to do!”

Y/n resisted to roll her eyes and keep her eyes on the road. Heck, she can’t even shut her eyes for a moment but she’s very much annoyed already.

And I know what you’re thinking, you’d usually expect the guy pressing on the bike to lead, with the girl riding behind them. Not that she's thinking of rom-com tropes with this dweeb. Ew. 

If anything, Y/n thinks the same as well, but the exhausted cranks ticked her off. All of this whilst on how much Beomgyu is berating her while he’s the one sitting behind her. The nerves!

“Yeonjun keeps calling me! Our call time was ages ago—”

“Yes, I know, Captain Obvious!” Another huff, aligned as another tramp as a steep path meets them. And the ringing and vibrating noise in the background is pressuring her. “How about you be the one to take the wheel? Not me having to carry your ass up this hill!”

Man, why did they even think of taking a bike ride to go to the meetup?!

His dumbness is so contagious, that she might have to rethink her life choices hanging out with him too much. The single brain cell the two people have to share is oozing.

“Sorry if I have such a big ass—”

“For all things you have to apologize for,” Y/n grunts. “Why don’t you start with your stupidity? Pabo Beomgyu—”

The bike ride all the way to the hangout was rough, coarse as the words the two spit out to each other.

It was opposite to how soft her tone was at Taehyun, whom they just catch on with his magic tricks as if it’s an intermission number before their arrival.

Beomgyu rolls his eyes at how amused Y/n reacted, pulling two seats for both of them. He grabs her bag with a huff, putting it on a vacant seat.

“I know it’s impressive, but you seem overly fascinated by it, Y/n.”

“I don’t need your opinion, shut it, Gyu.”

“Hey, hey, how about you two chill?” Kai gestures to them to lower it down. 

Soobin bats an eye at Kai. Of course that will calm these two feisty beans. 

It earned another huff from Beomgyu as Yeonjun butts in, rubbing his hands in anticipation, he smirks at the two new arrivals. “And you two already know the deal right?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Beomgyu throws a towel near Y/n, sliding his card with his other hand. “I’m on it—”

Barely having enough reaction time on the thrown towel, she wipes her sweat in confusion, furrowing her eyebrows at Beomgyu. “I also have to contrib—”

“I said I’m on it,” he pressed. “Don’t make me change my mind, Y/n.”

“Geez, Choi Beomgyu,” she says in defeat. “Suit yourself, Sweet Cheeks.”

Before another banter ensues with his sharp daggers at her, Soobin intervenes.

“Thank you, Choi Beomgyu!” He beams, wrapping both Beomgyu’s arms to grab his attention. 

‘I’m also late, why does he have to take all of the credit?’ Y/n pouts at the thought, and it remains a thought as Beomgyu looks like he's already settled it. She just stayed eased in her seat, having to emphasize at least to herself. ‘I need to pay for the food too since I’m also late.’ But she doesn't want to ruin Beomgyu’s already good mood.

In Beomgyu’s defense, they wouldn’t be late if it weren’t for him, and Y/n’s effort in taking them there, he had to make up for it. Of course, he won’t say that directly. 

“Beomgyu, you dummy,” she says inaudibly, more on pouting seeing him this energetic with them.

She just goes on and joins them but alas, her social battery is bound to be quickly depleted with a group dominated by extroverts.

“I'm sure Y/n missed us so much she's this speechless huh?” Yeonjun says, making Y/n smile wide at how he's even laughing along with the others. Hyuka’s laugh, in particular, is hilariously contagious, oh lord— “It's just been so long with the semester piling up uni work, y’kno? This is a nice break.”

“Look at how this cutie is gracing us with her charm.” He goes on and pinches her cheek but Beomgyu is quick to swat his hand away from her, earning a smirk from Yeonjun.

This sly fox.

Beomgyu quickly catches on and he gets caught in his clutches, turning to what Yeonjun wanted.

“Aigooo…” Yeonjun turns his attention to him. He just goes on to aggressively wipe Beomgyu's lips as he's pretty much slobbered with gochujang sauce to be even bothered.

“Hyung! You almost wiped his lips off!” Kai points out how Yeonjun is holding down Beomgyu's head a bit too firmly.

Soobin just laughs hysterically. “That better shut him up, he's hella noisy!”

Yeonjun continues with his agenda at hand, further throwing Beomgyu off with his question. “Don't you agree Y/n is such a cutie, Beomgyu? Good enough to be someone's girlfriend, hmmm?”

Yeonjun kinda hitting on Y/n earns an eye roll from the other. “Ya! Stop that.”

“I ought to start than being a slowpoke!” Yeonjun was clearly taking Beomgyu's annoyance with his comment rather than Yeonjun touching him.

“What are you on about?”

Y/n is just ignoring them. Not catching on as it's pretty much the same thing with their bantering. Right? She just shakes her head, it can't be even bothered. Hyuka is mostly the only one who got the hang of being nice to a girl, and Taehyun… Soobin as well. Maybe because they have a sister. Or who knows?

Y/n sighs.

It's not just being nice and giving compliments being the lack or being the problem.

“You guys need to talk to girls more.” her tone is a bit prim. The jerk of the guys’ brow set a different mood. It just left Y/n tilting their head on them.

Or whatever they’re trying to achieve here for the matter.

Is this Yeonjun’s way of making up for all the teasing? But how is it that Beomgyu is against this whole 'being nice' thing? And towards me?

Yeonjun was simply complimenting me, right? How is it that Beomgyu is so provoked?

Her thoughts just left her spinning like a cyclone.

Given that it's Beomgyu that talks the most with Y/n. They're pretty close. And his company fills the warmth and hole that she needs to be entertained.

As much as she despises his guts, might as well put his existence to use, right?

But is bantering all there's to it? 

Because outside the claw ripping and hissing, there isn’t much room given for them to talk heart-to-heart. The others give them a chance but it’s often thrown out the window quickly, as bantering seems to be the top priority and the most natural and most sane option for the two.

What even begins to draw and intrigue me with such a guy?

Y/n had her chin propped up in her palm, lazily glancing over Beomgyu and others going about their day. 

What's stopping them from being close?

Not that she wants to be close with him of course. 

It’s not like she really looks at her obnoxious friend in a certain light right? Y/n doesn’t treat Beomgyu any differently, if anything she’s mostly focused on him just because he’s an attention-grabbing loudmouth of a friend. She’s even sure that given Y/n had four more other guys to validate this, they’ll say the same tops how they just appear as frenemies at most give or take.

She’s left quiet the whole time just observing the group, particularly the loud megaphone they acquired of a friend. There was a clear distinction between who is introverted and extroverted. With how Soobin and Y/n are just munching their way into the bread they ordered in peace. 

Can there ever be a day for me and Beomgyu to be this solemn as well?

Aish, what am I even saying? The redness on her face is easily prompted up her skin as she fixes herself in her seat. Y/n kept her demeanor stoic and expressionless. Not that she was even trying to give effort on this.

Having gotten used to their silence and behavior, Taehyun picked up something else from the lady that he had to tap into her shoulder.

“You good?” Taehyun says, gesturing with a thumbs up. She mirrors his bright expression, though it came off bleaker than expected. ��Fine, Taehyunnie, just tired.”

She didn't know that that would be the first surge of her fatigue.

“Where’s Y/n?” 

You wouldn't really expect it to be coming out of Beomgyu's mouth as 1. They are almost always the two stuck to the hip, it's mostly the gang asking either of them where each other is. and 2. Don't they hate each other's guts to be this concerned about the other's absence?— But that dismisses the first point— Soobin shook his head and finally answered Beomgyu's query, though with the same worry. 

“Didn't she message you that she's staying sick at home?”

A crease appeared on Beomgyu's forehead. “Wasn't she just fine the other day?”

Soobin shrugs. “I thought so too, we're thinking of visiting her later but she refused. Her cold is contagious, she said.”

“Aish, I don't care. You know how that girl is.” 

With a sprint, Soobin wasn't able to stop Beomgyu in his tracks. But he knows as well how his friend means well, and Beomgyu knows Y/n the best. Even if they appear they would slit each other's throats.

-

“Fudgesticks, my throat is killing me.” 

It’s as if a slit down her neck appeared, along with piles of tissues by her bedside consuming her space.

Y/n also forgot due to her raging headache to buy some necessities to at least ease her pain. She can't talk well to let her Mom know so she's mostly stuck in bed.

“My vision is too blurry for this.” 

Even tapping on her phone is strenuous. Y/n gets into another coughing fit before she hears a knock on the door. 

She didn't order anything, or know someone coming over. But the familiar footsteps and patterned knock even pushed through her muffled hearing.

Her ears turned red at the sight of her friend, a bag on hand with some fever-cooling patches. Even with a mask on, he still looks cool. Huh?

What was that about, Y/n?

Moreover… What the hell is he here for?!

“Beomg—” She was quickly shut silent as he peeled off the seal on the cooling patch, placing it on her forehead. It at least soothes her, relaxing her in her bed. Maybe because of the elevated temperature that she softens for Beomgyu. 

He pulls down his mask as he leans close, checking her neck with the back of his hand. Y/n didn’t know but this was the most quiet she had seen Beomgyu. His face painted with worry and seriousness even throws her off. Is her fever turning her delirious? How is it that every bit of his movement is caught by her vision? As if played in slow motion? Heol. 

Y/n from her is sure she’s stone-cold sober and off her fever already. So this might be caused by something else… Okay, breathe.

But it's not usual for him to be this way. 

He even fixes the placement of the cooling patch before speaking again. “Damn, it barely fits with your forehead so big.”

There we go.

“Be glad I'm not in the energy to argue right now.” She barely responds as another cough kicks in, Y/n quickly covers her mouth as Beomgyu hands her a tissue.

“I'll make the most out of it, no worries “ He beams a shit-eating grin.

“What are you doing here?” she finally asks. Most probably to annoy me, she figures. That’s practically the reason he was born to do so. But what added another crease on her forehead was her realization hitting her, glancing back at her door. “And how…?”

“Your mom is going out, so she told me to take care of you.”

“Heol.”

“Hey, don't be like that,” Beomgyu shakes his head, but no dismay can be traced in his wide smile. “What I'm doing is already charity, showering you with my presence.”

“That goes more to Mom.” she snarks. “She likes you so much.”

“Hmmm? I'm so handsome and nice that she wants me as a son huh?”

She probably shouldn't have said that. It's obvious how it pumps his ego with his head already so massive.

“Since I'm done acknowledging your presence, how ‘bout you go home.” she huffs, pulling the blanket over her face.

Beomgyu just sits beside her in her bed, shrugging as he keeps his lips pursed. “I know you'll reject me coming here if I don't barge in, so I had my way.”

“Right…” she coughs again, limiting her words and pulling further away from Beomgyu. “I suppose…ha- the others… told you not to visit?”

“Yeah, you were quite persistent on it, knowing Soobin he'll comply. But remember I'm more persistent than you, Y/n.”

“Making it a competition still, huh?” She barely rolls her eyes at him, in a mix of amusement and annoyance. But the cooling feeling on her forehead and the paper bag beside her puts her at ease. She can't help but stare at him but it feels quite strange seeing him like this, and the two of them not bantering for a hot minute. 

The sickness buff I guess, he's being nice.

“Plus, your mom makes delicious soup, I ought to have it all by myself without the gang.”

His true colors show through. Y/n snickers. “FYI, that's for me, Beomgyu.”

“For us.”

He’s still as cheeky, she digressed.

Usually, it's no fun being sick in bed, boring at most with nothing to do. But Beomgyu's visit at least lessened that boredom. 

After a warm meal together, he still stayed in and revealed to bring some of his DVDs for them to share. Besides the more calmer version of Beomgyu, their conversation is to the least minimal with bantering, even having to adjust to her not screaming or straining her throat too much over video games. Fighting games and cooking games are surprisingly a good match for the two of them despite being cat and dog most of the time.

He had been incredibly mindful and detailed in being patient with her despite being a fanatic gamer on things. His tone and deep voice are soothing to the ears he's even helping her in the process.

Is it really just the heat of the slight fever or is the warmth of her cheeks different from anything?

“Ya! Pabo-yah! The rice is burning, Y/n!” It snaps Y/n back to her place, they're playing Overcooked, and Beomgyu is their supposed Head Chef. 

He had a stern look on his face that made her flustered.

“Sorry!” She didn’t even bump his arm that harshly but having to hear him wince at her closeness, she had to follow-up another apology. I didn’t notice the band-aids and bandages earlier. “What happened to your arm?”

“That’s nothing, come on, let’s go over this stage again.” Beomgyu quickly brushes off any means of asking about it. It draws her attention away further when he’s back with his immersed stare and explanation to her throughout the game.

She can't help but enjoy this moment but has he been this warm leaning close to her and less annoying?

Wasn’t this what tickled her curiosity about what it would look like if they were anything but down each other’s throats?

And this is surprisingly… to her liking. Being with Choi Beomgyu like this.

This was different from the other day. Much different from their usual time around each other. Or has his smile always been like this and I just refused to see it this way because my pride is in the way? 

Nah, being prideful and spouting the word ‘pabo’ runs smoothly and is easier.

This is easier to maintain.

But his smiling at her as they got 3 Stars in the game struck her as well.

“We work so well, Beomgyu.” I can at least give him the same warmth for now.

Y/n needs to get out of this fever-like dream.

Y/n is still not quite out of it even with her fever and health recuperated. It added more confusion to her seeing Beomgyu up and early before heading to school, near an alley practicing riding a bike.

He almost topples over along his bike seeing her presence— is he embarrassed or?

Y/n jerked her body in a mix of running towards him to check up on him and a sense of withdrawal. She might’ve looked stupid, glitching in place.

She's supposed to hide as she's still not ready to face him, but there's nothing wrong right? How is it that she's this ditzy? Why did she even think of hiding in the first place?

But she cannot stand looking at his stupid face, ridiculous how it's all for another reason other than annoyance—

“Y/n~!” Beomgyu chimes as he comes rushing to her.

He invites her to go to school together, mostly it's incoherently received on Y/n’s end as she's washed with disbelief.

Blinking a few more times, she just stands there motionless. More on how, he… Choi Beomgyu… wants to go together with me to school?

“Okay… uhm, are we taking the bus or?” The words finally reach Y/n’s tongue but her vision still cannot process much looking at Beomgyu's face.

“We can take a bike ride on the way?” Beomgyu suggests. 

Okay, coming off with an odd but usual start for them. 

Huh?

“Are you asking me to drive for you, or—” She starts slowly, trying to conceal her tone. Y/n is a bit pissed knowing she just came off from a fever but was dumbfounded at his answer.

“I’ll be the one…” Beomgyu says.

She perked a brow at him, skeptical of his answer. “You sure about that?”

Beomgyu promptly nods.

Being too caught up to think of even bringing up what she saw earlier, by the looks of it… was he learning how to ride a bike these past few days? She can’t even begin to look at his obvious bandages… Choi Beomgyu, you… sighs… Don’t tell me it’s because of him practicing too much? But why so suddenly? And for what…?

“Come on, Y/n, we're gonna catch up to Christmas if you still don't plan on budging.”

Y/n barely even had a chance to refuse with Beomgyu already pulling her close.

The bike ride was a little bit bumpy, but more or less smoother than expected not till they encountered some humps along the road. 

“Beomgyu, slow down!” she yelps. It made Y/n cling to his torso, the vibrations of his laughter didn't help as they scurried on their way to university. 

He's having too much fun with this.

-

“Why are you suddenly being nice to me?” She finally mustered up. 

“Haven't I always been nice to you?”

“Are you kidding me?” For once she was not amused by his teasing, her knowledge of the bandages on Beomgyu’s arm added to her withdrawal from banter.

“I'm the nicest out of the crew, what do you mean?” Beomgyu appealed.

“Yeah, yeah. You're a saint compared to Kai.”

She was trying her best not to fidget in place, but her fingers landed at the edge of his polo shirt. Her pleading eyes made Beomgyu give in. And this isn’t the first time this happened to him.

“I feel bad, okay?” Beomgyu slips, but the context is still not out there for the other end to comprehend, making the girl look up at him. 

“Hmmm?”

He tried his best to keep the light atmosphere, but maybe the sting on his arms urged him to reach out to her? Here goes nothing.

“You've been doing much for me, Y/n.” Beomgyu voiced out. “I didn't even realize you were tired. Last week when you still pushed through to ride a bike with you. I mean I've always seen you as a strong person, but I often forget how you hide your problems. And I at least want to give back to you.”

“Huh?” Is he for real now? But he had done so much for her in taking care of her when she was sick, and in some other instances—

“I know you don't like hearing this or me taking the blame but I know it's partly because of me you got sick. You got fatigued over carrying my big ass. And yeah, I've been a big ass for quite some time now towards you so I'm sorry.”

“Yeah, your big ass is at fault here. Definitely.” It slipped off Y/n’s lips out of disbelief that he even apologized for that, she sneers. “You're heavy up that hill when you’ve got mountains,” Y/n added, pointing at his bottoms.

“Y/n, what the heck? You're talking to me about my ass like that?” Beomgyu goes on and hides his bum with both his hands.

“Yeah, you're my ass.”

“What?”

“What?”

Y/n is shocked at herself as well, did she just claim him-oh sh—

“You're an ass,” she retaliated. “A-and, you started it!”

“Nuh-uh, I heard something else.”

Is he sure he wants to guarantee what I just said?!

“It's probably because you fell from that bike from that curb.” Y/n turned her back to him quickly and fastened her pace. “Now come on, chop-chop! We're gonna be late, remember?”

Beomgyu blushed to himself, didn't know she'd catch him that way but he'd act nonchalant and turn the tides back at her.

Just as she’s secured in his back, he stepped on the pedal and took her by surprise. “So you want me as your ass?”

The emphasis on ‘your’— It took all her self-control to convert her urge to push him off into huffing out CO2. “Can we stop talking about asses?”

“Aye, sorry you don't have one—”

“Choi Beomgyu!”

“No worries, I'll let you carry mine anytime.” The obvious wink in his tone made her writhe in embarrassment. Y/n just holds onto him even though she’s going to turn this smooth ride unstable with the amount of teasing he’s doing.

“I'd rather not.”

“Okay, I'll ride along with you in whatever you prefer. But don't you want to ask me what I prefer?”

“What?” She lightly tapped him on the shoulder, even by the leg to signal him to side the road first. Without going down the bike, they just stayed there, the atmosphere between the two not as still as the raving wind. The two are slightly in regret for being too close to each other. But they’re also too stubborn to budge to hide away the obvious pumping heartbeats deafening them.

“How about you take the whole package, can I be yours?” Still not turning to Y/n, Beomgyu shakes like the leaf on the tree.

Y/n furrowed her brows, mouth agape as it’s been robbed with words. She did her best not to touch his bandages to make him twirl and turn to face him properly. 

Y/n leaned in close to him but the words still not quite reconnected with her brain.

Beomgyu blushes at their distance, much the same and quite different from when she was sick. There's a hint of rose pink in her cheeks that he is quite distracted to not notice her flick his forehead. “Aish!”

“Are you sick in the head?!” Y/n fumes. “What nonsense are you spurting, do you even take responsibility for that?!”

“Yes!”

“Pabo. Let's go.” Turns her back blushing, but he easily catches on to get the bike from her. “Let's go, Pabo-yah.”

Moment of silence enveloping them, the thumping of their hearts still quite not simmering down their caged bodies. The only thing distancing them are the bike handles they’re walking in by other ends.

“Are you serious?” She almost blurted way too loudly to her liking, it came off breathless. “Be mine?”

“Be yours, be my baby. Whatever suits you.” Beomgyu directly stares at her but he’s also on the verge of melting in his scarlet cheeks. But he had to stand his ground and make this clear. “And okay, I know Yeonjun and I get on each other's nerves a lot but the last time just pushed me to admit it, okay? 

“The randomly brought up comments about ‘cutie’ and ‘GF’ thingy with me?”

“So you were listening to that time— but that’s beside the point, you’re more than that, Y/n.” He heaves in a breathe. "Okay… it’s just that he did push me to admit that I like you. I like you, Y/n. Not to sound like a high school kid but I like- like you, Y/n. To be clear. And I'm sorry for being an ass most of the time but you know that it wasn't meant to hurt you like harm you."

“I know, Beomgyu,” she admits, finally without that mask of pride of wanting to one-up him, as there is no means of doing that at the moment. As of right now, she’s also seeing Beomgyu as he is, without their childish attempts to get into each other’s skin. 

And why did they even begin to do that, and since when?

That is not for this agenda to go through, Y/n just laughs in disbelief, but it’s now about her whole belief system being rearranged about this man standing so close to her.

Without any ounce of fake-built grudge, she warmly smiles at Beomgyu.

“Same here. I like you.”

It really showed through more in her vulnerable state, and that time he took care of her when she was sick in bed resurfaced a lot of things in the past as proof he had been looking out for her all this time. Even though it is mostly swept under the rug forcibly by the guy himself by the amount of teasing and bantering. He was hiding it under the guise of being a prick when he’s actually soft on the inside.

But it’s all no longer for naught.

Aish, Choi Beomgyu. We really went all through that as it’s more fun that way huh?

“I bet Soobin will say ‘Took you guys long enough!’” The thought brushed past Y/n, making her shake her head in all this absurdity. 

“I’ll add another 5,000 won if Taehyun says ‘I almost got sick of your bantering!’”

Calculating the closeness and blurting out her summation, she marveled at the near future expectation. “Now they have to deal with us being lovey-dovey, huh?”

“Heol.” 

The duo, as if in full sync, made fake barf noises, then burst out laughing. Y/n and Beomgyu unconsciously intertwined their fingers until fully wrapped around each other, giddily holding hands on the way to the university.

So the feelings were hindering them, and they concealed it underneath all that cat and dog masquerade.

But what’s sure for her is that she’ll certainly ride along these feelings and where this would take them, together.

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[rinsuniverse]

hi! I've been reading your drabbles and they are so comforting and well-written 🥺 If you're up to it, can we get woozi with a short 4'11 curvy girl s/o and how he would be whenever they get conscious of how they look? 🤍

woozi with a short & curvy partner! ✧˖°.

tbh with you, i feel like your physical appearance wouldn't matter too much to woozi if he's dating you!

he would love you for you, and definitely would fall for someone with a nice, bright personality

if you're shorter than him, though, he will tease you!

if you're standing in front of him, he'll reach over and pat your head as if you're his pet

"yah, did you just pat my head?"

"yeah, because you're tiny," he says, smirking at you. he shows you his pointer finger and his thumb pinched closely together. "you're like this small."

he would love you so much more if you're smaller than him, though (not that he wouldn't love someone bigger than him!)

he'd feel the need to protect you

and if you're curvy, oh lord have mercy

if you're kissing him, his hands will slide down your waist to your hips

he'd always hold you and guide you with his hand on the small of your back or your side/hip

i cannot stress how many times his hands will be on your hips

pulling you closer by your belt loops or your love handles

ANYWAY

here's an imagine of you feeling insecure of how you look

(btw anon, i'm just like you! i'm barely 5ft and i'm very curvy. i feel insecure about how i look a lot. but if it makes you feel any better, i think you're absolutely beautiful! being small and curvy is very attractive, and i'm sure it's the case with you, too! so if you feel bad, feel free to read my comforting posts or pm me and we can talk!)

you're standing in front of a long mirror in your room

you're only wearing some short shorts and your bra, and you're moving yourself so you can see how you look in different angles

and you're sighing to yourself, not satisfied with how you look

"are you out of breath or are you sighing a lot over there?" jihoon asks, his eyes glued to his phone screen as he lays in your bed

"it's nothing"

"mmm, doesn't sound like it, but okay."

"i just don't like how i look"

"why?" he asks, glancing away from his phone to look at you

"i'm not... skinny. and i'm kind of small," you say, stepping onto your tippy toes

he chuckles, putting his phone down and joining you in the reflection of the mirror

he looks at himself for a moment, then looks at you in the reflection

"what about it?" he asks, taking his hand to ghost the sides of your arm

"i wish i was skinny, like the female idols you work with sometimes," you mutter, kind of conscious of how insecure you sound. "don't worry about it, though."

he pouts his lips as he stands slightly behind you

he steps on his tip toes and puts his chin on the top of your head, which makes you scoff

"you're not helping, jihoon," you chuckle

he puts his hands on your hips and pulls you so your body is against his

"i like you this way," he says softly.

he traces lines from the sides of your waist down to the sides of your hips

"should i change? maybe workout?" you ask, sucking in

he sighs, "if you want. i can help you if you want. but i think you look perfectly fine the way you are now."

"really?"

he rests his chin on your shoulder and smiles at your reflection in the mirror

he moves and leaves kisses down your neck and your shoulder

you chuckle softly. "you like me even if i'm curvy and short?"

"of course," he says, kind of surprised you're even asking. "you're the perfect size for me."

"you're just saying that."

"mhm, believe what you want to believe."

he snakes his arms around your waist before softly saying,

"love you. just how you are."

"should i stay like this, then?"

"if you want."

"but what do you want?"

"for you to love yourself the way i love you. just as you are."

you watch him cringe from his own words, and he hides his face in the crook of your neck.

"thank you, ji."

he hums, before pulling you back to bed with him.

thank you so much for requesting, anon! i hope you loved reading this. feel free to request many, many more things. i'm so sorry it took so long, by the way! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can also do some nsfw if you want! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

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THIRD TIME’S THE CHARM?

Requested: Yes. heejin x producer!reader where they’re in a secret relationship and the members slowly start to realize

HEEJIN X PRODUCER!READER

TW: bbc 😰

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1.1K

A/N: Just a few hours until next year starts where I live. If you live in the eastern part happy new year!! I hope 2023 treats you good and that many of your dreams come true!!

Gif is not mine

Expect a lot of mistakes, happy reading!

You didn’t imagine that having a year before finishing college you’d be able to get a job (at something related to your major) quickly, but since your cousin had good contacts he got you an internship at an entertainment company. You were not able to make any kind of music and the only thing you did was bring coffee to other staff members, it was not what you were expecting but when your shift ended and no one else was in the building you could enter the studio and work different sounds here and there, without anyone noticing of course. Although your secret didn’t last long.

On one of your secret sessions, you were experimenting with different sounds when Heejin entered the room, you were so immersed in what you were doing that you didn’t notice the girl until she decided to make her presence known by touching your shoulder. You haven’t even seen her face but you were already begging her to not tell anyone, she was taken aback by your actions but she insisted she was not going to do anything to get you in trouble. That night you ended up talking for hours and your friendship started blooming from there.

Since you were an intern you were not supposed to be friends with any of the girls, so whenever you both had free time you’d meet up in places that were not frequently used in the company so you could talk freely. Sometimes you’d also meet up in places outside the company where you didn’t have to worry too much about staff seeing you together. You couldn’t remember when your friendly hangouts turned into something more intimate, but you were definitely not complaining and when you asked her out (officially) she eagerly accepted.

Six months into your internship you were requested to help in one of the recordings of Loona’s new mini album, because the one officially in charge had some problems at home or something along the lines- you were too excited to care.

The first days were quite awkward, but with the girl's personalities, you were comfortable talking to them without Heejin around, although she was always there by your side. The other members didn’t question the closeness you two had, even if they did find it strange.

The first to ask about the relationship between you was Haseul. As the group leader, she was always looking after everyone and often noticed how they acted in different situations. Seeing the younger laughing and being touchy- more than her usual self- with the new producer- sparked her curiosity. So one time she saw the opportunity and casually asked “What’s with you and the producer?”

The bunny-like girl only shrugged and answered “We are close” is not like she was trying to hide your relationship from her friends, she was just too entertained by the way you looked working in your element, she always found it extremely…cute.

The next one to ask was Yves. After Heejin stayed back to “polish some things on some of the lines” for the third time she was getting suspicious. She actually never thought you had something going on, she believed you had something against her member and she wanted to make sure you knew you shouldn’t mess with any of her girls.

So when she entered the studio while you were editing and grabbed the back of your chair to turn you around you could only think of one thing to say “I already have a girlfriend.” That had completely ruined the ‘epic’ entrance she had done to scare you and instead make her skin look like a tomato.

���Yah! I don’t like you like that!” she looked down to regain her confidence, then she turned to look at you again her gaze harder than before “If you continue to mess with Heejin, I’ll make you pay. I know she’s been distracted but that does not give you the right to make her stay for extra hours while everyone is already eating and resting.”

“I don’t think she’s distracted, it was just an excuse to help her with something she’s been working on lately” It was not a lie, your girlfriend had asked you to help her with a song she has wanted to cover for a while, she also liked to call it couple bonding. “And don’t worry, I always make sure she eats and sleeps, that is one of my priorities.”

Yves was so embarrassed by her assumptions that she didn’t realize the meaning behind your words and only muttered an “I’m really sorry” before leaving the room, almost crashing into the girl you had been talking about just a minute ago.

The third- and last- time, Kim Lip was the one asking, indirectly. You had requested a meeting to show the girls how the album was going, in the room, there was only you and them because you wanted them to tell you their opinions before you officially showed it to the company. “So Y/N…Yves Unnie told me you had a girlfriend, is that correct?” the 6th girl asked after everyone had said their comments on the songs. You nodded to her question with a smile. “An what is she like?”

“She is amazing” you started, capturing the attention of all the girls in the room “Even if she is the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen I think what make me start liking her was her kind and selfless personality. She is also extremely hardworking and talented, she drew this actually!” you showed them your wallpaper, the drawing of a bunny with a phrase that read ‘no bunny (body hehe) compares to you’. “Ignore the pun, she is a loser.”

“Hey!” Heejin shouted from her place, “Don’t call your girlfriend that!”

“Are you complaining because you would use that pun too?” Hyunjin teased “Now that I think of it, that drawing looks a lot like the one you were doing last week” she mentioned.

“That’s why it looked familiar!” Chuu said “It is really similar, maybe your girlfriend could be friends with Heeki”

You shook your head “I don’t think that’s possible. It could be kind of lame to be honest. Being friends with yourself, I mean.“ Everyone started nodding their head agreeing with you until it registered what you had said in their mind.

“I knew it!” Haseul exclaimed. “Why did you hide it when I first asked you about it?”

Heejin shrugged “I didn’t hide it, I was distracted and didn’t focus on your question. I would’ve told you the truth if I had.”

Hyeju sighed “Well, now that the secret's out I can finally say that I saw you kissing twice.”

“Yes, you were not as discreet as you thought” Vivi added.

“YOU BOTH KNEW?!”

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seven: EMPTY

“They can only meet you halfway.”

Word Count: 6.7K

Note: Basking Robbins 31 = a Korean drinking game with numbers

(sorry it's been so long since I last updated. i've been very busy. my next update may be in a month or so but i'll let you guys know if that changes. hope you enjoy! and i hope you all have a lovely Christmas and new years <3)

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“So…Chan,” Kiyomi wiggles her eyebrow at Emiko as she wraps her hands around her warm mug of cafe latte.

“What about him?” Emiko avoids her eyes as she takes a sip from her matcha latte.

Kiyomi had been all for interrogating Emiko last night, but per usual things didn’t go as planned. Han had had the bright idea of whipping out more of Chan’s alcohol after dinner and in the process had gotten half the group tipsy; Felix and him egging everyone to participate in one drinking game after another. Seungmin had sat on the sidelines amused as Felix and Han tried to do a Tik-Tok dance after losing to Baskin Robbins 31, their bodies swaying back and forth. Chan, who could handle his alcohol better than anyone else in the room, made it his duty to make sure that no one got hurt and that everyone was staying hydrated. After that, the night was a blur till everyone joined in on a last minute game of Hello Cleopatra to sober up that ended in tears of laughter.

By 3 a.m, Emiko and Kiyomi started bidding their farewells. As the boys walked them to the door, Chan and Emiko snuck a hug that was a little too long to be considered just friends. However, Emiko and Chan stood their ground as they confidently blamed everyone’s poor judgment on the alcohol. Han and Hyunjin raised their eyebrows in disbelief while Changbin and Seungmin turned to each other with a knowing smile as they watched Chan’s ears turn redder by the second. “Okay, 가 (go),” Chan giggled. “I’m not having this conversation right now and Emiko and Kiki need to get home,” he playfully pushed the boys aside as he opened the door for the girls. 

Before he bid them farewell, Chan leaned close to Emiko and whispered one last good night. And although the boys didn’t overhear, Kiyomi did, and she promised herself right then and there to give Emiko as much crap as she could…tomorrow. Because right now, she could barely keep her eyes open. Once Kiyomi and Emiko were inside their apartment and after lots of encouragement to make sure neither fell asleep, they brushed their teeth and collapsed onto their beds. Seven hours later, they were out for a hangover breakfast in a small cafe off campus. 

“You’ve been acting suspicious,” Kiyomi squints her eyes at Emiko.

“How so?” Emiko feigns ignorance.

“First of all,” Kiyomi takes another sip from her mug. “What took you so long to get your drink last night? I thought you said you’d be back in a bit.”

Emiko sighs in defeat. “I was talking to Chan,” she smiles unconsciously at the mention of his name. 

A knowing smile tugs at Kiyomi’s lips. 

“What?” Emiko accuses. “What’s that smile for?”

“Nothing,” Kiyomi mischievously smiles back. “Just can’t believe my best friend ditched me for my other best friend.” 

“I didn’t ditch you,” Emiko bites her lip, but when she meets Kiyomi’s unamused eyes she quickly corrects herself. “Okay, I might have kind of forgotten to come back,” she flashes Kiyomi an apologetic smile.

“Oh yeah, sure.” 

“It’s just that we got caught up in a conversation.” Emiko fiddles with the ends of her cup sleeve. “I wasn’t going to just cut it short. That’s rude.” 

“I don’t think either of you wanted to cut that conversation short,” Kiyomi mumbles. 

Emiko raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” she asks as her cheeks flush a warm, rosy red.

“Secondly,” Kiyomi ignores her, shoving her two fingers in front of Emiko’s face.

“Yah! You didn’t answer my question,” Emiko laughs as she swats them away.

“Technically, neither are you. The horror movie,” Kiyomi continues as Emiko lets out a deep sigh, her bangs fluttering against her forehead.

“What about it?” Emiko crosses her arms. 

A smug grin tugs at Kiyomi’s lips. “You hate horror. What was that all about, wanting to try something new?”

“I wanted a change in movie genre. Whenever we watch something together it’s almost always the sappy, romantic ones. Besides, it’s good to step out of your comfort zone every once in a while.”

Kiyomi looks at her unconvinced. “Keyword: almost. Besides, you love a good ol sappy love story. Don’t act like you don’t. We all know horror is the last genre you’d choose to try. Unless,” a smirk tugs at her lips. “You were trying to impress someone or perhaps…”

Emiko skeptically glares at Kiyomi, having a pretty good idea of where this was going. Kiyomi continues, unfazed. “You know, trying to accidentally cuddle up to them for the jump scares.”

Unamused, Emiko scoffs. “And who do you think I’d be wanting to impress let alone cuddle up with?”

“Ch–.”

“Kiyomi!” an enthusiastic voice booms from behind them. Kiyomi’s eyes widen in surprise. “What are you doing here?” Chan slides into the booth next to her, drink in hand. He looks up, the same soft smile from the night before crossing his features. “Emi,” he nods.

Emiko’s entire demeanor changes within an instant as a shy smile crosses her features. “Hi Chan,” she responds as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

Kiyomi could not believe that within two seconds she’d become the third wheel of her roomie hangout (again). Emiko throws a glare at Kiyomi, as Kiyomi silently gags at Chan and her. Completely unaware of their interaction, Chan turns to poke Kiyomi’s cheek. “You didn’t answer my question, Kiki,” he chuckles. 

“I was having a coffee date with Emi before you so kindly interrupted,” Kiyomi glares as she grabs his drink and takes a sip. 

“Oi,” Chan playfully glares back as he steals his drink away from her light grasp. 

Kiyomi’s eyes light up at the unexpected delicious fruity taste. Giving Chan a thumbs up she asks, “what are you doing here?”

He points over to the pick up counter just as LeeKnow’s name is called out for his iced americano. “We were picking up some drinks before we had to head off to practice.” Grabbing Kiyomi’s mug, he steals a sip back; his face scrunching up in disgust as the bittersweet coffee touches his lips.

“Practice? Is this for your idol group training?”

Taking a big swig of his drink to chase down the aftertaste, a wide smile spreads across Chan’s face as he looks back at Kiyomi. “We’re going over some new dance moves today since we’re practicing a group choreo for our bi-weekly evaluation.”

“Bi-weekly?” Kiyomi’s eyes widened. “Sounds intense. Even us vocal majors don’t get evaluated every two weeks.”

“Really? Yeah, sometimes it can be,” Chan says as he ruffles his hair, the ends sticking up at the sides. “But it’s what I wanna do so it’s worth it.” 

Kiyomi nods. She knew that feeling well. Hard work meant that all that pain and suffering someone put themselves through to reach their dreams was worth it. At least, that’s what the dreamers always told themselves. It’s what gave meaning to the arduous road they trekked ahead. A warm smile tugs at Kiyomi’s lips. “You know Chan, I’m really happy for you.” 

Chan looks up, surprised. “Genuinely,” Kiyomi continues as her eyes meet his briefly. “I know you’re gonna make it. You’re so talented. Plus, an in-house production team in your group? Unheard of and so so cool!” She pauses again as she tries to find the right words to express her thoughts. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m excited for the world to discover my best friend and his team.”

Taken aback by the sudden seriousness in topic, Chan finds himself unable to stop the warm smile tugging at his lips. His gaze searches Kiyomi’s as he lets out a soft, “thank you.” His eyes expressing a sincerity that ran deeper than the words he’d spoken.

LeeKnow walks over. “What I’d miss?” he nudges Emiko, taking a sip from his drink. “Are these two getting all sentimental again?”

Kiyomi and Chan simultaneously glare at LeeKnow as Emiko and LeeKnow erupt into laughter. 

“Ohmygosh, really?” LeeKnow’s eyes crinkle as he snickers, “I knew it!” 

Chan rolls his eyes. “Oh, I meant to ask you guys. How are you feeling after last night?”

“Not too bad,” Emiko says. “Kiki woke up with a little bit of a headache but that’s just because she didn’t drink as much water as she should have,” she playfully smiles.

“Hey, after all the water Chan was shoving down our throats last night, I thought I’d had enough.”

“There is never such a thing as too much water,” Chan states matter-of-factly.

“Tell that to the people who’ve drowned,” Kiyomi deadpans. 

LeeKnow lets out a wholehearted laugh as Chan glares at Kiyomi. “I agree with Emiko though. You didn’t have that much water,” LeeKnow chimes in.

“How do you know? You seemed pretty preoccupied last night trying to give Han a taste of his own medicine,” Kiyomi crosses her arms.

“True,” LeeKnow nods. “But I also know you. And knowing you and your addiction to sweets, you were probably too busy trying all the sugary, alcoholic drinks Han kept pulling out of the mini fridge to think about having two cups of water in-between.” 

“I hate you,” Kiyomi glares as Leeknow's lips tug up into an amused smile. “If only you could handle your alcohol as well as your water,” she taunts.

“Hey, you know damn well that I can hold my alcohol,” LeeKnow points accusingly at Kiyomi.

“That’s not what happened last night,” Kiyomi smirks.

“Han and Felix were having a good time so…” LeeKnow drifts off as Kiyomi raises her eyebrows, challenging him. He lets out an annoyed huff. “Okkaayy. I’ll admit, I let myself a little loose.”

“Aha! And you were gonna blame it all on Lix and Han.”

“Pfft, you’re one to talk,” LeeKnow glares. “You get so clingy when you’re drunk.”

“First of all, I know I’m a lightweight. I don’t go flaunting around telling everyone I have a high tolerance while we’re pre-gaming. Secondly, I am not clingy. Tell him Emi.”

Emiko stays quiet as she avoids Kiyomi’s gaze. “Emi,” Kiyomi tries to meet her eyes. “What aren’t you telling me?” 

“Do you seriously not remember what you did last night?” LeeKnow asks dumbfounded, a teasing grin on his lips. 

Kiyomi looks between the three of them as the color drains from her face. “Chan,” Kiyomi slightly shakes his shoulder. “Don’t tell me I did something stupid, what did I do?”

“I think you fancy someone,” LeeKnow singsongs as he takes a long sip of his drink.

Kiyomi’s eyes widen as Chan tries to hold back a smile. “Soo, what do you think of Hyunjin?” he teases.

“What do I think of–,” Kiyomi’s voice goes silent as Hyunjin’s name gets stuck in her throat, her face turning even paler. She looks up at LeeKnow for an explanation. 

“After three drinks,” LeeKnow starts. “You latched onto Felix’s arm and refused to let go. He literally had to hand you over to Hyunjin–.”

“What, why Hyunjin?” Kiyomi interrupts. 

“He was sitting next to Felix,” Emiko fills in as LeeKnow continues his story.

 “–every time he had to do a punishment. And then poor Hyunjin,” LeeKnow chuckles. “He became your new target. You literally sat beside him, grabbed his arm and just patted it while you talked his ear off the rest of the night. It was quite amusing.”

“I what?” Kiyomi panics. Fiddling with her rings, she does her best to recall their conversation from last night. “I grabbed his arm?”

“It was adorable because then later on you two fell asleep on each other,” Emiko adds, making Kiyomi do a double take.

“On each other?! Wait, what?! What do you mean?”

“Ohmygosh, you guys make it sound so bad,” Chan laughs. “It was cute. You just fell asleep on his shoulder and when he passed out, his head fell on yours too. As you said, not that big of a deal,” he finishes with a gleam in his eyes. 

“What do you mea—, no this is such a big deal!” Kiyomi hides behind her hands. “I must have annoyed him so much! I can’t believe I patted his arm, talked his ear off and had the audacity to fall asleep on his shoulder?! That’s a triple kill?! What is wrong with me?”

“If it makes you feel better, he seemed pretty engaged in your conversation,” Emiko smiles, pulling Kiyomi’s hands from her face.

“Yeah, I don’t know what you two were talking about but he started losing interest in the game and just paying attention to you,” Chan adds.

“No way,” Kiyomi whispers as her face turns an even darker shade of red. “He’s so cool. Why would he care?”

“Cool? Ooooo, I think Kiyomi has a crush,” LeeKnow snickers.

“Do not!”

"Okay, okay, break it up," Chan interrupts through gritted teeth as he gives an embarrassed nod of apology towards the people who had taken notice of Kiyomi's and LeeKnow's bickering. 

LeeKnow just laughs. “Denial is always the first stage in admitting you’re in loooveee."

“I don’t like Hyunjin that way,” Kiyomi argues. “Come on guys, I met him for the first time last night! I’m not Anna from Frozen.”

“Oh so you want to marry him now?” LeeKnow teases. “Spicy,” he smirks as Kiyomi gives him a glare. 

“He is pretty handsome,” Emiko admits, wiggling her eyebrows at Kiyomi.

Fed up with their teasing, Kiyomi kicks Emiko under the table.  “Ow,” Emiko winces as she rubs her leg, unable to stop the smile tugging at her lips. 

“Yeah, you wouldn’t be the first to think so,” Chan smiles, nudging Kiyomi.

Kiyomi groans. “Ohmygosh. I don’t like him that way. I don’t even know him for crying out loud,” Kiyomi defends but they weren’t having it. 

Catching sight of the clock on the wall, Chan starts getting up. “Well, looks like we’ll have to continue this some other time. We better start heading out or else we won’t make it. It was nice bumping into you two.”

“Likewise,” Emiko says as Kiyomi turns away from them, arms crossed.

"You know we're just teasing right, Kiki?" Chan smiles as he ruffles her hair.

"Yah!" Kiyomi says as she pushes Chan's hand away, readjusting the messed up strands. "Whatever," she huffs.

"We love you," Chan singsongs as he begins to walk away. 

LeeKnow looks between Chan and Kiyomi, a look of disgust painted across his features. "Um, he loves you. I don't," he says as Kiyomi turns around to give him a glare. 

"Don't worry the feeling is mutual," she bites back.

"Aigoo, you're so cute when you're mad," LeeKnow coos as he pinches Kiyomi's cheek. 

“Yah, we’re the same age! Stop treating me like a baby,” Kiyomi snaps as she tries to slap his hands away. 

But LeeKnow is quick on his feet as he grabs his drink and runs off to meet Chan. “See you around losers,” he yells back, sending them a wave. "Especially you, love bug,” he adds, winking at Kiyomi as he pushes open the door. Kiyomi sticks out her tongue causing LeeKnow to chuckle.

As soon as the boys had left, Kiyomi looks over at Emiko, a gleam in her eyes. “Don’t you dare,” Emiko glares.

Kiyomi pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear as she re-enacts Emiko’s interaction. “Hi Chan,” she mimics before bursting into laughter. Emiko refuses to look at Kiyomi as Kiyomi singsongs. “I think someone has a crush.”

“Shut up,” Emiko rolls her eyes. “Not as much as you do with Hyunjin.”

Kiyomi groans. “I already told you. I don’t know him yet.”

“Yet,” Emiko wiggles her eyebrows.

Kiyomi playfully rolls her eyes. “Anyways, tell me how it all started? Tell me tell me,” Kiyomi urges. 

Emiko chuckles. “You’re always so eager to know about other people’s love interests.” 

“That’s because I’ve never been in love and I live vicariously through everyone else in the love department. Now tell me,” she smiles, shaking Emiko’s arm.

“Well,” Emiko smiles. “I guess it started a few months ago.”

“ A few months ago?” Kiyomi’s eyes widen.

“Well, that’s when I started noticing him more but I don’t think I was really sure of my feelings until a little bit ago,” Emiko says, fidgeting with the sleeve on her cup. 

Kiyomi slowly nods as she processes Emiko’s words. “Were you guys always this obvious?”

Emiko laughs as she shakes her head. “Oh, Kiyomi. I mean we weren’t that obvious but I think LeeKnow, Changbin and Seungmin picked up on it pretty quickly.”

“Wait, does everyone already know about you two?” Kiyomi’s eyes widened. “And wait! Does that also mean you met 3racha before me?”

“No, no, not everyone, but I think most of the group has kind of caught on by now,” Emiko chuckles. “At least that’s what Chan thinks. And before you get all worked up, I only met 3racha before you cuz Chan told me to meet him at the studio so that we could go get dinner afterward.”

“You guys already went out on a date?!” Kiyomi holds her head in shock. “Am I really that oblivious? Why did I just start noticing you two now?” Her eyes move back and forth as she tries to jog her memory of any earlier recollections where Chan and Emiko had expressed an interest in one another. 

“I mean,” a smirk tugs at Emiko’s lips. “You are pretty dense in the love department.”

Kiyomi scoffs. “Not true,” she takes another sip from her mug.

“Remember that guy from Chipotle?”

“Ohmygosh not this again,” Kiyomi groans as she covers her face. “How was I supposed to know that he was flirting? I thought he was just being nice!” she defends.

“Buying a $12 burrito meal for you is not being just nice,” Emiko laughs. 

“Chan still doesn’t let me live that down. Don’t join forces with him too now that you’re crushing on him,” Kiyomi whines.

“I still can’t believe that went straight over your head,” Emiko covers her mouth as her head tilts back in laughter. “And to add the cherry on top you even offered to pay for the person’s meal behind you.”

“Don’t remind me. I really thought he was just doing a kind deed. What’s so wrong with assuming he was being friendly?” Kiyomi complains, knowing full well that she wasn’t helping her case.

Emiko leans forward, a gleam in her eyes as she looks at Kiyomi. “The fact that you didn’t catch on to the social cues when he was clearly trying to get your attention.” 

Kiyomi can feel the heat rush to her cheeks as Emiko bursts out laughing again. Wiping the tears from her eyes, Emiko says, “I feel bad for the future guy you date. It’s gonna be years before you realize he was trying to flirt with you since day 1.”

“I refuse to let that happen. I’ve been waiting far too long. I’ll make sure when I find the one that they won’t have to wait any longer.”

“I sure hope so,” Emiko teases as she takes a sip. Her expression softens when she finds Kiyomi’s eyes. Kiyomi’s demeanor had changed completely as she was lost within her own mind, pondering over Emiko’s words. “Hey,” Emiko pulls Kiyomi out of her thoughts as Kiyomi looks over at her best friend. “Remember, you shouldn’t be looking for love. It’ll find you when the time is right.”

“That’s what everyone always says,” Kiyomi softly mutters, “but sometimes it’s hard to wait.” 

“Waiting for love isn’t always easy.”

Kiyomi sighs. “There’s days I feel so lonely that looking at couples physically makes my heart ache and other days I’m so content with just being single.”

Emiko chuckles. “You should enjoy your 20s while you still can Kiki. You’ll have plenty of time to love the heck out of your future someone.”

Kiyomi dryly laughs. “Easier said since you’ve found a possible future someone. Besides, that's if someone can love me.”

“Kiki,” Emiko’s voice grows stern.

“Emi, let’s be real here for a moment. We all know I’m not that pretty to begin with and now with my face being half paralyzed and my deafness in my left ear, I mean, who would want that?”

“I would,” Emiko defends. 

“That’s really sweet of you but you know what I mean Emi, it’s different. You’re my friend, practically my family, of course you’ll love me. It’s a little different when it involves a romantic interest.”

“Kiki,” Emiko reaches over and caresses Kiyomi’s hand. “I understand what you’re getting at but when you find the right person for you, I promise you that he will love you unconditionally. In fact, he’ll love you even more because of what you’ve been through.” 

Kiyomi smiles weakly. “It’s just hard to believe that good guys like that still exist.”

“They’re out there, I promise,” Emiko softly smiles. “And I know you’ve shared in the past that you don’t always feel lovable but he will love you as you are. He’ll help you realize your worth and you’ll do the same. But…they can only meet you halfway.”

“This is exactly why I’m not in a relationship, let alone ready for one. I don’t see my worth and it's just hard to imagine that someone could love me for me.” 

Emiko searches Kiyomi’s eyes, concern laced within her orbs. “Kiyomi, you are beautiful and you have so much worth. You have so much to give. I know I tell you this all the time but you really are more than your face. Your face doesn’t define the person you are, your soul does and your soul is the kindest one I’ve met.” When Kiyomi’s eyes fail to meet her own, she gives Kiyomi’s hands a tight squeeze. “You know I care for you and love you so much, right?”

“I know.” Kiyomi does her best to push away her lingering insecurities. “I love you too.” 

Emiko gets up and slides into the booth next to her, embracing Kiyomi into a tight hug. “Don’t you ever forget it.”

“I’m sorry for bringing down the mood,” Kiyomi says into Emiko’s shoulder as her arms wrap tightly around Emiko’s waist. “Sometimes…I let my insecurities get the best of me.”

“You didn’t bring down the mood,” Emiko says into Kiyomi’s hair as she softly pats Kiyomi’s back. “You’ll find someone Kiyomi. I know you will. Until then, let’s work on reminding yourself how beautiful you are and how loved you are. Especially how much I love you.”

Kiyomi laughs as she pulls back. Looking at Emiko, she gently holds her hands. “I’m glad you’ve fallen for Chan. He’s a good guy,”  

Emiko laughs, “Me too. But,” she taps the side of Kiyomi’s head, “remember nothing has quite happened yet so let’s not jump to any conclusions. We’re still getting to know each other.”

“I hope I can find a guy like Chan one day too,” Kiyomi looks down at her mug, a thin layer of foam coating the bottom.  

“You’ll find someone even better.”  

Kiyomi laughs. “Seeing the way he looked at you yesterday, Emiko. He has set my expectations high.”

Emiko’s cheeks turn a bright red as Kiyomi continues, “I can tell that Chan really likes you. He might even…love you. I’ve never seen him look at someone that way before. There was so much love in his gaze and I can see how much he cares about you. I want someone to look at me like that too.” 

Emiko squeezes Kiyomi’s hand. “Thank you for sharing that with me, Kiki.”

“Of course,” Kiyomi smiles. “It’s beautiful and something that should be shared. You’re living proof of a love pre-bloom. Even though I’ve never been in love…I hope it’s like that.”

Emiko smiles. “I’ve never been in love either…but I think Chan might finally be the exception.”

Kiyomi and Emiko look at each other before breaking out into little squeals. 

“I can’t believe my two best friends like each other!” Kiyomi shakes Emiko’s arms.

“I can’t believe Chan was looking at me like that last night and I was so nervous I didn’t even know!” Emiko squeals back. 

“I’m excited for you both! You have my blessing,” Kiyomi winks. “Are you guys official yet?”

“No, we haven’t gotten that far. As I told you, we’re still in the beginning phase. We’re getting to know each other.”

“Good,” Kiyomi says. “I’d be upset if everyone else knew you were dating before I did.”

“Don’t worry,” Emiko pinches Kiyomi’s cheek. “You’ll be the first to know if that happens.”

“You mean when it happens,” Kiyomi teases.

“I don’t want to jinx it. I want to take it one day at a time. But yes,” Emiko shyly smiles. “I think I’m falling for him.” 

“I’m happy for you Emi. Truly.”

“Thanks Kiki,” a warm smile spreads across her lips. “About what you were saying before, you can always come talk to me if you ever need anything at all. I’ll always be here for you.”

Kiyomi looks up into Emiko’s eyes, finding the same love and warmth she found in Chan’s. “I know. Thank you Emi.” 

***

Saturday. 6:00 p.m.

Kiyomi opens her closet for the umpteenth time. She had thought that maybe if she kept opening and closing the doors, a cute outfit would magically appear for Hyunjin’s performance tonight.

“Kiki, are you getting ready?” Emiko asks as she peers her head through the door.

“I’m screwed,” Kiyomi pulls at her hair as she looks up at the ceiling exasperated. “I have nothing to wear.”

“Kiki, you always do this. You do have something to wear,” Emiko chuckles at her dramaticness. “It’s just finding the right attire to piece together.”

“No, I literally have nothing,” Kiyomi falls back onto her bed.

“Let me be the judge of that,” Emiko winks as she opens her closet. Searching through Kiyomi’s clothes, she explores her options. “Ooo this is cute!”

“What?” Kiyomi opens her eyes, squinting at Emiko from her bed.

Emiko pulls out a simple but elegant black dress from the back of her closet. 

“No,” Kiyomi shuts her down as she bolts over to Emiko, trying to take the dress from her hands. 

“What do you mean no? This is perfect!” Emiko twirls around.

“I’m not gonna wear my highschool dress to Hyunjin’s event,” Kiyomi says as she tries to grab the dress from Emiko once again. 

“Why not?” Emiko avoids Kiyomi as she runs across the room.

“Firstly, it’s way too fancy for the event. Secondly, I don’t exactly have the best memories with that dress.”

Emiko’s mouth forms an o. “Is this what you wore when you were with the name who shall not be said?”

Kiyomi nods, before reaching out to take the dress again. Emiko lets her grab it. Kiyomi looks down at the black, silky fabric. A flood of memories flash through her mind of her highschool days with her ex. A time when she was still so young, still discovering who she was and still understanding what love was. Shaking her head she pushes away the thought of the last person she’d ever want to think about. 

“Why don’t you make a new memory with it?” Emiko tilts her head. 

“A new memory?”

Emiko nods. “Yeah, instead of keeping the memory of your sucky high school dance and people you’ve moved on from, you’ll remember the time we all went to see Hyunjin, LeeKnow and Felix dance. A dance where you’re with friends who actually care about you.”

“I-I don’t know,” Kiyomi plays with the ends of the dress.

“Why don’t you at least try it on and then we can make a decision?” Emiko pleads as she squeezes Kiyomi’s shoulders.

Kiyomi thinks it over in her head. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

Emiko squeals as she pushes Kiyomi over to her floor sized mirror. “Okay, try it on and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Kiyomi nods as she watches Emiko leave the room. Looking at the dress laid out over her reflection, she can’t stop the mixed feelings sitting at the pit of her stomach. Could this event really be different?

***

“I love the black dress,” Seungmin comments as he embraces Kiyomi into a hug. 

“Thanks,” Kiyomi shyly says as a smiling Jeongin side steps past Seungmin to give her a hug as well. 

“It really suits you,” Jeongin’s eyes light up as he gives her outfit a full once over. 

“Thank you Jeongin, you look quite dashing yourself.”

A wide smile spreads across his face. “Thanks! Hyunjin helped me pick it out before he had to leave with the other 형s (hyungs).”

Hyunjin. Kiyomi had been counting the days till she’d finally be able to see him perform again. Although, she’d never admit it to Emiko, LeeKnow and Chan. Now that the day had finally come, she didn’t know if she was ready to see his performance-side. According to what she’d heard from the boys, it seemed like Hyunjin became an entirely different person when he danced on stage. But more importantly, Kiyomi had also been counting the days till she’d have to possibly bring up what happened at Chan’s that night. 

She had no idea if he even remembered, let alone if he wanted to talk about it. Kiyomi was so embarrassed, she didn’t know if she should immediately apologize or just pretend like it never happened. Her nerves were eating her alive. Shifting her weight between her legs, her fingers fidget with the 4 rings on her index and middle fingers. 

“Let’s go to the entrance,” Seungmin signals with his head as he starts walking over. “Chan and the others should be waiting for us there.” 

Happy to have a distraction, Kiyomi briskly follows behind, doing her best to push away her nerves and deal with them after the performance. Sure enough, as they approach the front door, Chan and his 3racha crew stand looking around the crowd for their two younger members. “형(hyung),” Seungmin calls out, grabbing all three of their attention.

Chan’s lips tug into a wide smile as he acknowledges them. Han waves excitedly from beside Chan. “Seungmin,” Han calls back. 

“Wooow, who’s this handsome young man?” Changbin teases as he takes a good look at Jeongin’s outfit.

“Stop it 형(hyung), you’re drawing people’s attention,” Jeongin says through gritted teeth as he gets closer, flashing a group nearby a shy, apologetic smile. 

Giving Jeongin’s shoulder a tight squeeze, Changbin just laughs. “It’s called confidence, Innie. Own it,” he winks and Jeongin just groans. 

“I’m glad everyone made it,” Chan smiles as he gives Emiko and Kiyomi a hug hello. Changbin and Han follow suit as Han makes sure to flash Kiyomi a flirtatious smile. Kiyomi playfully rolls her eyes as he gives her a quick hug. “Okay,” Chan says, “I have everyone’s tickets, so let’s go to our seats.” Everyone nods as they follow Chan inside. 

After heading through security, Chan leads them to the front row. Changbin and Han head in first, followed by Jeongin and Seungmin before Chan and Emiko follow, Kiyomi sitting at the end of the row. “I can’t believe there are so many people,” Kiyomi whispers to Emiko as she looks around the room. It was practically full and there were still lines of people trickling in. Kiyomi hadn’t realized how popular the event would be. 

“Yeah. Chan was telling me that this event is a pretty big deal. Apparently, not only is it a great opportunity for dance majors to practice their performance skills, but they also have a chance of possibly getting scouted out by companies.”

“Scouted by companies?” Kiyomi’s eyes widened. 

Emiko nods. “Yeah. Chan was saying that last year there was a group that got recognized by one of the big three companies in Korea. They offered them a contract and they’ve been working with the company ever since. I think it was Blueprint Studios?”

“Blueprint Studios?!” Kiyomi covers her mouth. “If they got a contract with them…that’s a big deal. Damn, they must have been really good.”

“Yeah, the best of the best come here.”

Kiyomi lets Emiko’s words sink in. If it was the best of the best that meant that Chan’s group was pretty good and if Hyunjin was presenting his own choreographed piece, then his skills had to be on another level. Redirecting her attention back to the empty stage, Kiyomi’s eyes follow the floating stage lights gently swaying across the closed curtains. She focuses on the different colors to distract herself from the anticipation building inside her stomach.

She’d waited so long for this performance, so long to see Hyunjin dance the way he had in the studio. Would she see him dance the choreography he did that day or would it be something entirely different? Did LeeKnow and Felix move similarly to the way Hyunjin did or was their style completely different? Uniquely theirs? Questions kept popping inside Kiyomi’s head until she heard a voice from the overhead speakers inform everyone to take a seat. As everyone starts to settle down, Kiyomi finds herself sighing in relief, eager for the show to finally start. As the lights dim, Emiko leans over and whispers in Kiyomi’s ear, “Are you ready?”

“I’m so excited,” Kiyomi’s eyes light up as the curtains open and the first act steps forward. 

Only a few minutes in and impressed is an understatement to how Kiyomi feels. The amount of control and confidence each dance group incorporates within their unique choreographies and styles leaves Kiyomi speechless. Every dance team on the register was representing the rest of their idol groups in the crowd and they talked big through their movements. Kiyomi could tell that everyone that walked on and off that stage knew they had something to offer and understood the importance of the event’s opportunities. Even as Stray Kids’ dance team–danceracha–walks onto the stage, Kiyomi finds it difficult to peel her eyes away from them. 

The trio are dressed in hip streetwear paired with different styled air jordans color coded to their outfit. Despite the sweet, shy smiles plastered on their faces as they look out into the crowd, they walk with a confidence that feels like they own the stage. Getting into position, their expressions simultaneously darken as smoke filters out from the curtains and the music starts; the three of them dancing with a charisma that Kiyomi could only aspire to one day replicate. 

The choreography danceracha worked on strongly showcased each member’s strengths and distinct styles of dance. As Hyunjin moves himself to the front of the trio, he gracefully flows through his movements, incorporating a mix of popping skills that demonstrate his precision and control over his body. As the music changes and LeeKnow takes front and center, his style and rhythm accentuate his movements and techniques, displaying his knowledge in hip hop, jazz and ballet. 

When LeeKnow moves, he does so with a purpose, emphasizing specific movements to be bigger and more powerful while still connecting the choreo with an effortless ease. As the music transitions into the finale with a more upbeat, techno mix, Felix confidently steps to the front, expressing his own touch through powerful, quick and clean movements. He makes sure to showcase his flexibility, ending his part with an artistic kick and spin.  Kiyomi watches in awe as the three men finish their choreo with a cool pose; the crowd around them going hysterical. Kiyomi smacks Emiko’s arm as she points to the stage, “Did you see that?! That was SO cool!” she practically yells so as to not be drowned out by the roaring cheers. 

“Mad respect,” Emiko salutes the three of them as she continues to clap enthusiastically alongside Kiyomi. Kiyomi finds it difficult to shut her jaw as she just stares at her friends (and new friend) in awe. They were so talented and they performed like they were born to be on stage. The three break their serious facade again as they wave and blow kisses to the crowd. LeeKnow and Felix make sure to send a special wave towards Stray Kids, Emiko and Kiyomi as they walk by the edge of the stage. As Felix and LeeKnow split up to the opposite sides of the stage and bow to the audience below, Kiyomi realizes someone is missing. As her eyes scan around for Hyunjin, she manages to catch a quick glimpse of him disappearing behind the curtain. 

“Where is Hyunjin going?” Kiyomi frowns as she looks at Emiko. Emiko holds back a laugh as she catches the pout forming on Kiyomi’s lips. However, before she can tease Kiyomi, the event’s speaker steps back onto the stage, cueing Felix and LeeKnow to quickly disappear behind the curtain. 

“Now, we have Hyunjin from Stray Kids performing a piece he choreographed himself called empty,” the speaker spoke again. “A dancer already for three years, he worked really hard on this choreo, trying to express the intimate feelings of loneliness and longing. Without further ado, everybody please welcome Hwang Hyunjin,” the man says as he applauds, quickly stepping away from the limelight and back into the shadows of the side stage.

The crowd cheers as the lights dim once again. The men sitting beside Kiyomi and Emiko find themselves inching towards the edge of their seats as they eagerly wait for Hyunjin to take the stage. 

It’s not until the blueish, white stage lights that were circling about the room come together and focus on a spot at the center of the stage that everyone’s eyes catch sight of Hyunjin. He’s breathtaking to say the least as he slowly walks forward, barefoot and dressed in all white. Billie Eillish’s “when the party's over” gently emits from the speakers above, filling the silence with an eerie feeling that sets the mood. 

As Hyunjin begins to move, Kiyomi can’t stop her heart from clenching as she feels his pain through his expressions and movements; his dance an interlacement of intimacy and powerful techniques. Kiyomi had never felt so much emotion from a dancer before. Her eyes, along with everyone else’s, stay glued to Hyunjin’s figure as he gracefully moves about the stage, connecting each movement with such fluidity it sends chills down her spine. As Hyunjin falls to the ground, Kiyomi can’t shake the familiar feeling in her chest at his expressions and movements. It was almost as if she’d seen them once before. 

As Hyunjin embraces himself, something clicks in Kiyomi’s brain. 

Her memories flood back to the day her feet came to a stop in front of the studio as she had just watched Hyunjin in awe. As Hyunjin effortlessly does a backhand across the dance floor, Kiyomi feels the same feeling of pure admiration she felt the first time she saw him. She finds herself envying the way Hyunjin effortlessly draws everyone’s attention towards him as he gracefully moves about the stage. 

Anyone could see the depth and thought Hyunjin had put into his performance. From the way his face expressed a conflicted pain and longing, to the way his movements felt free and then restricted. Even the spotlight emphasized and hid different parts of the choreo as he emerged into the light before retreating back into the shadows. As Hyunjin slowly steps out of reach of the spotlight and the venue echoes the song’s last note, the crowd erupts into cheers. 

Hyunjin walks back to the front of the stage and takes a bow. Kiyomi stares at him in awe as the spotlight shines against his eyes, a bright smile adorning his lips. His face is practically glowing as he waves to the crowd, looking like a true performer. Hyunjin continues to shyly bow his head as he makes his way across the stage towards the curtain. As Kiyomi watches him leave, there is only one thought embedded in her mind. 

There was no way she was joining Felix and Hyunjin for their next dance practice.

chp 6 chp 9 (will be coming in a month or so)

[heelgbt]

lucky charm. || l.hs x reader

pairing: lee heeseung x f!reader, (small jake x reader)

genre: lots of (slight) angst, eventual fluff, one sided enemies to lovers

content: basketball player!heeseung, photographer!reader, but she’s very clumsy and extremely dramatic, so much fluff, eventually, everyone is kind of oblivious, lee heeseung is an asshole in the beginning, the reader is trying, bad attempts at humor, so so so many clichés 

summary: lee heeseung. star basketball player. gives the cold shoulder to everyone who isn’t in his small group of 7. he’s also your crush... and he hates you?

“chan... i just wish he would look at me. why did felix have to push me?”

“well y/n... why don’t you try courting him? silently pinning will never get you anywhere”

“court? chan it’s 2022, who still uses the word court? and besides, how do i even begin to do that?”

“yah don’t be rude. maybe start going to his games? start off slow.”

or, alternatively,

you have the biggest crush on super star basketball player lee heeseung, very out of your league. too bad he hates you after you ruined his date. not that it was on purpose... your friend had pushed you, and you being your painfully clumsy self, accidentally bumped into him and spilled your drink on him. and even though he’s been rude to you ever since... you can’t stop your heart from beating faster every time you see him. 

word count: TBD 

preview under the cut

wc: 532

“chan... please leave me alone, i can’t face going outside after that.. incident”

 you make sure to show him your pained expression, hoping for just a little bit of sympathy from your so-called best friend.

“stop being so dramatic y/n! he probably doesn’t even remember you.”

“wow... thanks, you really do know how to make me feel better. and besides, he told me he never wants to see me again.”

squinting at chan as you start sitting up, grabbing your stuffed animal on the way. you look at him and suddenly an idea pops into your head.

“y/n... why are you looking at me like that..?” 

not answering and you start giggling to yourself... holding your stuffed animal tightly right before you launch it at him. seeing his shocked expression when it hits him was worth it, you then decide. sighing to yourself, you jump out of bed and shoo chan out so you can get dressed.

okay so, chan is giving your horrible luck, you thought. or maybe you just have really bad luck in general. maybe the universe just wanted to laugh in your face a little bit? because the moment you step out of your dorms, the first thing you are met with is the sound of jake sim. aka lee heeseung’s best friend. 

hearing jake means only one thing... heeseung is there as well. and suddenly, as if by some cruel irony, you heard his sweet and angelic voice. lee heeseung is talking about his date. yes, a date. ouch. quickly snapped out of your self deprecating thoughts after you felt chan pinching you.

glaring at your ‘best friend’, you decide that both of you are having the same thoughts. ah yes, running to class before any of that group can see you, the girl who ruined lee heeseung’s last date. and the girl he vowed a grunge against for as long as he sees you. yes, call him petty, but the date you had ruined happened to be with his year long crush.

he wonders if you knew he saw you running away with the boy who’s always stuck at your hip. he also wonders why you’re so annoying, why are you even running? do you want to get to class so badly? surely, no one could be that desperate to be in class with a grouchy professor. 

“dude?”

jake slightly nudging his side, snapping him out of his thoughts, heeseung look at his best friend with an unreadable expression and a slight shrug. 

“tell me about your date! how did it go? i know it’s not... her... but still, did you have fun?”

right. his date. did he really forget to talk about the one thing he had been looking forward to the entire week just because he was thinking about you? quickly shaking his head, trying to think properly, he lowly hums in response to jake. 

“since you don’t want to talk about your date... i wanted to let you know something...”

“why does it sound like you want to tell me something bad?” heeseung lightly jokes around, smile faltering when he realizes jake looks nervous. 

“heeseung... i think y/n is really cute.”

“wait, what?”

END.

[itsohh]

Hey! Would you be up for doing a SWF alphabet for Nøkk?

eh its yah girl, anyway the only uh swf things in my inbox rn is Nøkk

Nøkk SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

She's pretty casual when it comes to affection. She'll hang an arm around you casually in public. Sometimes will prop her legs up in your lap. In private she's more of the same but if she's maskless she likes to hurry her face into your shoulder. Likes to give you little head massages and him in your company.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) 

Friendship with Nøkk starts off pretty simple, being squadmates. While sometimes she can be a little intense with her veil, she's pretty good at keeping a somewhat light mood. Never one to be caught off guard just passing jokes back and forwards develops said friendship. Eventually, when you get super close you discover her identity which is a breath of fresh air for her. To be able to relax around you is something Nøkk treasures. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Nøkk is a big spoon. This woman loves to wrap her arms around you and hold you close. Loves to bury her face into your back or neck. Yet she's not opposed to slipping into your lap if you're relaxing somewhere. If out in public it's more of a messy lazy cuddy but in private it's that much tighter. Sometimes she gets a little afraid to let you go. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?

Nøkk has her secret domestic side. One day she plans to fully retire and settle down. But for now, it's something restricted to off-duty. Nøkk is fantastic at cleaning and knows how to get every little spot. Mainly because she's used to erasing any sign of her presence. She's an okay cook. Her cooking is good. Nothing amazing. Just good. Her baking though? Fantastic baker, anything she makes is just too tier. Makes a mean brownie. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Mask on. Very serious and quick to the point. She doesn't stick around very much and pretty much runs away. Will send in someone like Sam to do damage control. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Nøkk is very hesitant to get married, especially officially. She doesn't want to put you in the limelight by association. It would take a lot to convince her and still you would probably have to have a secret wedding. Mostly likely if you do get married the pair of you are going to go elope in secret and have the files hidden. Aside from marriage, she's very committed and very happy to commit. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Nøkk no matter the action, has a level of grace behind it. Physically even if the action is rather violent it's gentle at the same time. Emotionally she tends to think things through and plan a lot of stuff. Keeps a lot of mental notes. Ultimately she knows how to talk sweetly and calmly. She can express herself rather well if she actually does it. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Doesn't like to be snuck up on, if your going to hug her (which is fine) just make it obvious. She's into her big over the top hugs. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) 

Nøkk flirts a lot and takes control but confessing her love is another thing. It's pretty scary for her due to the complications that come with being with someone who is in identity protection. It takes her a decent amount of time until the feeling is overwhelming and she can’t take it any longer. Tells you when she has to. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) 

Sometimes it can be frustrating for her in public. She knows sometimes she can’t show that she's with you and hates that. Not one to get possessive though. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) 

A lot of the time she can't kiss you. Often when she does its late at night she likes to kiss in between your shoulder blades. She likes it when you press a kiss against her hand. Perhaps when she's resting it on your face. Or perhaps you pull her hand up to your lips. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) 

She's okay around children for a small amount of time. Nøkk can charm kids but if they're afraid of her mask it's a no-go. There's not much she can really do about it. In public, she doesn't like it when kids are too loud near her. They draw attention which is fine when they're on the other side of the room. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

You're going to wake up locked in her grip. She could be asleep or awake but you're not getting out until she lets you. If you’re on base she will shower with you then get ready for work. If you’re off base, she might slip out of bed and cook you breakfast in bed. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

She's an early-to-bed early-to-rise person. This means there isn't much that the pair of you do at night after dinner. Perhaps just reading a book or doing your own thing in bed together. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

At first, she's got a good barrier up but slowly you will get to know her as a person. When she trusts you completely she will reveal her face and tell you her identity. It's a big thing that happens all at once. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) 

Does not get angry. You don't think you have ever seen her actually angry. Has a very tight control of her emotions. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Has amazing memory. Memorizes so much. She remembers all the small things and what was said. Plays dumb sometimes though. Might pretend to forget as a tease. 

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

It was midday and she had been alone in the gym. She had a hoodie on and was on the treadmill. Headphones in but still aware of anyone coming in. In the corner of her eye, she spotted a movement. Someone entering the gym. Her first reaction is to cover up her face, closing the hoodie. 

Yet a moment later she realizes it's you and calms down a bit. You run right up to her, completely out of breath. It looked like you had run a marathon. She turned off the treadmill and stepped off. The hoodie was loosened but a shadow was still cast over her face. Before she could speak you doubled over, hands on your knees panting. You held up your finger for a moment while you caught your breath. 

Patiently Nøkk waited until you collected yourself. Your hands went to her face and smashed your lips against her to her surprise. Passionate and messy but only lasting for a second. "I'm so in love with you." You manage to get out before you turn on your heel and quite literally sprint away. "That's all bye." Your voice hanging over your shoulder. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Nøkk tries to protect you a lot from her other life. She knows you’re rather capable and normally is just there to have your back as a team. But her personal and public life is something that she wants to protect you from to a fault. Does not want to introduce you to her dad. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She doesn't need to try, she does them effortlessly. With her amazing memory, she can normally figure out exactly what you want or need. Picks up on subtle things and knows exactly how to make every occasion perfect. The same goes for everyday life. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Isn't the best when she has a serious problem. Often she will stay silent and tries to resolve it by herself. It can be annoying when she could just come to you about it. Normally she's so good at communicating. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) 

Funny enough she cares a lot about her appearance even if no one can see it. Certainly, the one to wear lingerie even when you're not around. Likes to be practical though. Can't kick ass unless you look cool. Doesn’t matter if no one else can see it, she knows and that's what matters.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) 

Sometimes when she goes a decent of time away from you she does feel like a piece of her is missing. She can't relax properly and it feels like she's always got a mask up. She misses being able to just be herself completely without you. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) 

Her favourite game to pass the time is charades. She's super good at it and loves to act out the prompts. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) 

Nøkk would never be with someone who doesn't respect boundaries. She understands people asking about the mask but it can get pretty annoying after a while and she won't want to be around someone who keeps trying to get her to take it off or even worse try to remove it themselves. (Good luck with that)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Early-to-bed, early-to-rise when working. Yet when she's at home she loves to sleep in. Cuddle monster. She's not a fan of white noise. Prefers to sleep in silence. If its really hot then she prefers air con to a fan.

[gumikpxp]

Clumsy

3. Are you crazy?

pairing: cold!artist!xu minghao x baker!reader

synopsis: strawberries are worth fighting the weather wether you agree or not!

warning: cursing?

Y/n sighed as she rummaged through all her preserves, typical of course she was missing the only one see needed. She rushed to her fridge searching every crevice for the small red fruits that are somehow extinct from her kitchen. She groaned before calling out to her co worker in order to ask for some assistance, maybe he can run to the store.. if any are even open that is.

That's when she physically face palms and closes her fridge. Of course the stores wouldn't be open right now she prepping for tomorrow everything is practically closed. Which also means she sent Wonwoo home since it had gotten late. She tapped her foot trying to think of a plan, any thing that could be of use.

Suddenly a light bulb went off in her head and she practically cheered for herself. Her life saver and her best friend could fix this problem, gosh she loves having a bestie with a green thumb.

She hurried out of her kitchen grabbing her coat smile wide until she saw the weather outside her bakery. Suddenly that smile dropped, as the rain poured down. It's korea... she should really learn to bring an umbrella with her everywhere. She did a full body shake readying her body for the shock it's about to feel as she bolted out the door and the rain padded against her.

it's freezing!!

Minghao hummed slightly listening to Joshua talk about his current crush, or should he say obsession, he really doesn't understand how he got the nickname gentleman. They were seated in the Library sketching, yes they took art together. Minghao chose a window seat since he knew it would be raining tonight he wanted to get a live drawing of the weather.

But he didn't want to get sick.

"Hao are you even listening?" Joshua sighed, as if he was the exhausted one, when he practically talked Minghaos ear off the past hour and a half.

"Yes yes, you believe this one is truly the one what was her name again? June?" Minghao asked glancing up at his friend but his eyes quickly went back to his pad of paper.

"June? what no, Drea where did you get June from?" Joshua scoffed and the latter shrugged.

"there wasn't a June?" he asked and Joshua shook his head to which Minghao just shrugged.

Joshua rolled his eyes and picked up his pencil again to continue his sketch unlike Hao, he was sketching the people in the library studying and sleep deprived.

Minghao looked outside the window again as the rain picked up and furrowed his eyebrows watching as someone fought against the pattern of the rain obviously in a rush, and without an umbrella.

"imbecile."

"okay hao that's just rude."

"not you dumbass... actually.."

"yah!!"

the knocking must've been a lot harder than expected but y/n couldn't tell, her hands were numb from the cold.

"jeez woman chill!" Jun answered as he swung the door open.

"i'm practically an icicle let me in i'm begging you!" She practically cried as Junhui rushed to pull the girl in his hand making contact with hers but quickly pulling away.

"holy crap your cold as ice!!"

"Strawberries! I need Strawberries!!" she said dramatically as she held herself and shivered and Junhui put his hands up in the air nodding.

"Alright alright i'll get you some strawberries, relax, you could've just texted me i would've taken them to the shop you know," he spoke as he disappeared into the hall leaving the girl by the door dumbfounded.

"here's some strawberries, i washed and wrapped them up for you, here's a dry jacket... water proof so give me that one and i'll wash and dry it for you. and what will be you life saver.. an umbrella." Jun said practically preparing her for war.

"are you sure you don't want to just stay the night?" he asked her for what must've been the 10th time since she arrived and she only shook her head.

"i can't Jun i need to prepare for the morning tomorrow you know they're my busiest times," she sighed. "i practically have to pop things in the oven by 3 just to have them ready by 5 for the early workers." she mumbled already looking exhausted.

"didn't you hire some help." he asked her obviously worried as his best friend hardly gets rest but she nodded.

"yes i did and he helps lots trust! but he isn't the most comfortable in the kitchen besides stirring and stuff." she smiled at him.

"well i should be leaving now got to get back to the shop."

Joshua and Minghao stood in front of the library about ready to part ways when joshua sighed.

"really dude this whole thing is just making my way home ten times harder couldn't you have wanted to paint like gentle rain? down pour." he looked around shaking his head.

"i didn't know how bad it would be i checked my phone not the news." minghao shrugged and joshua decided not to fight it and just leave so he started his way home.

Minghao was about to do the same when he heard a distressed noise and quickly turned his head seeing the same girl from earlier sat on the floor umbrella bent behind her and a brown paper bag clutched to her chest tightly as if to shield it.

He was about to leave before she looked up and he recognized the girl as the bakery owner. He sighed making his way over to the girl who must've slipped on a puddle.

suddenly the rain stopped.. well not really but above her head it did.

"do you not understand the process of walking or something?" A voice spoke making her look up and her eyes widen.

"Oh.. hi!" she smiled wide.

"what are you doing out here it's pouring." he asked her as she stood up from the floor and tried to wipe her pants down with one hand, a very poor attempt since it was water not dirt.

"well i needed strawberries, what are you doing out here." she told him but he proceeded to look at her like she was crazy.

"im going home, i was in the library, your umbrellas broken.. by the way." he answered and she picked up the umbrella with a frown.

"it's not mine actually it's my friends, that's gonna be a problem," she mumbled the last part.

Minghao debated for a moment before sighing and wiping the bottom of his face with his hand before dropping it back to his side.

"are you going to the bakery?" he asked her and she nodded.

"well, my apartment is the same way i'll walk you." he told her and she beamed.

"really thank you so much!! i owe you big time you have no idea!" practically hopped as they started their walk.

"that's not needed... really not more i owe you's." he told her and she nodded.

"why would you leave for strawberries right now anyways, you'll probably be sick tomorrow you know."

"doubtful i have a strong immune system, anyways they're strawberries only the best fruit ever, who wouldn't go on a mission impossible for them." she joked slightly trying to lighten up his mood and get any form of expression from him, well beside annoyance.

"right we'll see about that."

[fecto-forgo]

Character ask game:

Suzy 1, 2, 20, 25

Forgo 4, 9, 23, 25

Elfilin 1, 3, 14

Zan 1, 2, 14, 19, 20, 23

this feels like i finally got fed after three weeks oh my god the excitement is getting physical my throat hurts from breathing too fast AKHSKAHSKAJAK

susie!

1.why do you like or dislike this character?

i rlyyy like how susie is ultimately awful bc its for her benefit thats still fueled by a sympathetic reason i think that makes her extremely interesting.also shes so funny i love characters who r painfully teenage girlie feminine

2.favorite canon thing about this character?

"yippee!" said the susie after her seemingly successful revenge plan.extremely funny of her.

20.which other character is the ideal best friend for this character?

obligatory mention wave 3 in general all would get along w only mildly wanting to kill each other out of sheer annoyance.also i think you can pair susie w any of the other female characters n theyd get along great after a month of her having an obligatory one sided girl rivalry w them.ive said this before but i think you can put her in any 00s girl cartoon abt an overly feminine friend group n shed thrive in the new environment

25.what was your first impression of this character? how about now?

i was soooo hyped to play robobot bc she was cute n sounded extremely funny n ppl were mad she was too bad for reasons that sounded like double standards bs which is essentially like an arrow pointing me towards the character getting that kinda treatment 🩷

fecto forgo!

4.if you could put this character in any other media, what would you put in them?

i think we should throw it in invader zim i think itd have fun there.i already associate a lot of scenes between zim n gir w forgo n elfilin lmao

9.could you be roommates with this character?

yah i think we would get along well 🩷

23.favorite picture of this character?

COMPUTER PULL UP MY 100 NOTES FORGO POST

very nice. (credit)

25.what was your first impression of this character? how about now?

it was literally love at first sight my bestie wanted me to check the final boss song for katfl to tell her the vibes but the only upload was that video that only has like.inner code names for the songs so i missed elfilis n clicked chimera instead n was like oh holy shit this is MAD good!!! then she finally got to the end of the game n omg silly little revenge fetus 🩷🩷🩷 so silly 🩷🩷🩷 i love you 🩷🩷🩷

elfilin!

1.why do you like or dislike this character?

i think elfilin is cute n looks like a 00s deviantart oc n is extremely funny to bully.i wish i had smth big to say on him but hes just entertaining.lil guy.i wanna waterboard him for shit n giggles

3.least favorite canon thing about this character?

as i saiddd theres.not a lot to say on him?? thats the answer for the question btw theres just.not a lot to him other than some of his dialogue shows he has never been outside before.i feel? i dont own katfl but from reading summaries n the script it feels bc they RLY wanted the forgo elfilis lab split twist to be this huge secret thing elfilin ended up paying in just being a silly goodie two shoes amnesiac half.hes fine i like him! just.not a lot to the little man in comparison to modern kirb characters n even his twin.

14.assign a fashion aesthetic to this character

SOMEONE THROW HIM IN OLD 00S SCENE WEEB KID DEVIANTART HE NEEDS IT.HE NEEDS THE CARAMELLDANSEN HE NEEDS TO WATCH LUCKY STAR HE NEEDS TO TRACE BASES ON MS PAINT N MAKE KANDI BRACELETS

zan partizanne!

1.why do you like or dislike this character?

i think its v clear by now if a girl is mean n funny abt it i will immediately start stanning.check that.she has a little plot of being very attached to a figure who can be interpreted as a parental figure despite said figures mistreatment.check that.shes cute.check that.she laughs abt trying to kill someone.check that.her mental illness is severe.check that.shes yellow best color after pink.check that.she has the social skills of moldy cardboard in the "just seems angry n mean??" flavor.check that.well damn seems like she meets all my standards!

2.favorite canon thing about this character?

omggg what do i even chooseeeee her mean nicknames r so funny i love how they contrast she calls her sisters "darling franny and berge" but i also love how silly her attack names r.you got the coolest reference to a god n then "spell it w Z so it sounds cooler" "named after candy/rock music" but i alsooo love the severe tragedy of her relationship w hyness n her 50 mental disorders.the clinging to someone who cast her aside like a broken weapon.the clinging to an ideology that ends w a guaranteed paradise after being an inevitable willing death that was given to her by the one who saved her from her own attempt at ending her life.

but i also love shes such a little cutie pie <333 girlie pop laughs when trying to kill you n wanted to see a shooting star sooo badly (we ignore she harassed a child over this) (her awful behavior is an ideal coping mechanism to her inner turmoil! if we try giving her anything else shes gonna get mad or stare at the wall blankly for 20 minutes)

14.assign a fashion aesthetic to this character

i wish i could but frankly im not sure her closet is anything but 50 copies of her cult outfit like a cartoon characters.i think if you placed her in a fashion store she wouldnt know what to do too much choice n she doesnt want to wear anything else shes gonna get overwhelmed.its a miracle she owns a different hat by the time of that anniversary illustration.rip girl go get some boots w spikes or smth maybe youll feel better

19.how about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

BEATING HYNESS W 500 HAMMERS FOREVER N EVER GOD FUCKING DAMN IT GRANDPA!!! THIS RELATIONSHIP IS FUCKED!!! GET MY GIRL OUT OF HERE (dont i dont think shes functional outside of that cult before the end of the game i think shed die) (i have overthought hcs on the the mages feelings on the cult n theyre all fucked) SHES EMOTIONALLY LATCHED ON SOMEONE WHO HASNT LOVED HER IN YEARS.ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS NOT CHOOSE REVENGE ON A BUNCH OF PPL WHO PROBABLY ALREADY DIED OVER YOUR KIDS GRANDPA!!! dont get me started on how she acts abt excusing him in that one chapter of the second novel god FUCKING damn it i hate hyness hes so lucky shed be soooo happy to have him back to normal n alive that i let him live.also bc i dont think he earned death i am going to shove the consequences of his actions down his throat till he chokes.also fucked up to put a suicidal child in your death cult listen grandpa i know you genuinely loved her back then n believed this was good for her but still jesus dude.jesus.

20.which other character is the ideal best friend for this character?

i think flamberge n francisca r an instant obvious answer like i dont even have to explain it i think before hyness' corruption the trio was glued to each other most of the time

for some other answers i think shed get along well enough w taranza they probably go to the same therapist for like half the same issues.also for some reason this made me think of what a funny bad mess itd be to put taranza during/right after triple deluxe n zan during/right after star allies in the same room.christ theyd enable each others apologism for their shitty beloved leaders n enable each others self victim blaming so bad.

i am no longer legally allowed to mention susie n zan together but god knows i love yuri.

23.favorite picture of this character

TAKE ALL OF THE ONES I COULD IMMEDIATELY FIND ALL HER OFFICIAL ART IS SO GOOD I LOVE YOU BABY GIRL.MY.MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW.MY BELOVED CULT SKRUNKLY MY FAVORITE ABUSE APOLOGIST

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 5- Rookie King Episode 3

Chapter Summary: Determined to finally get the Queen of the end plate spot, Jen tries her hardest to achieve that goal. During one of the exams, she reveals her admiration for Suga.

Words: 3,000+

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'Chuseok Special'

'Bangtan State Merit Exams'

All 8 members of BTS wore Hanboks, while Jennie wore a light pink Hanbok. She was reluctant at first to even put it on since she wasn't even from South Korea, and didn't want to disrespect anyone. But after some reassurance from everyone, she finally decided to put it on. 

A bell is rung by Eunuch who hosted the exams for BTS. "Gather bachelors and bachelorette!"

Once they all gathered around, Eunuch sighed at their goofiness. "Everyone who has come to Bangtan State Merit Exams, welcome."

'3 Liberal arts exams and 3 military service exams to distinguish BTS' true merit scholar! During each exam, first place will get three points. And last place will get 1 point. The bachelor or bachelorette with the most points will receive a department store gift card and a king/queen's rights during End-plate king/queen'

Once inside, everyone is seated, sitting pretzel style, applauding for what's to come in excitement. Jennie had to admit she was nervous. She wasn't used to this yet and had no idea what to expect. She might as well forfeit right here. But she really wanted that Queen's right for the End-Plate King/Queen.

"Chuseok special Bangtan State Merit Exam please meet our seven bachelors and our bachelorette who are here for the liberal arts exam." Eunuch read from a card, while Bangtan greeted him. "I'll tell you about the first subject coming up!" He revealed a scroll, that opens down to say, 'Write lyrics bragging about yourself'

Jennie 'Hopeless Bangtan Girl' (GAH! I have A LOT to work on with myself. I can't write lyrics in like ten minutes!)

"We'll start now!" Eunuch banged on the bell as everyone started to write.

Jennie sat there, looking at the blank paper in front of her. "This is not going to end well." She chuckled nervously to the camera in front of her.

'Exam time end'

"And now we'll go into time for publication!" Eunuch announced

Once all the guys had gone, singing their goofy lyrics, it was finally Jen's turn as she nervously stood before everyone.

"Oh boy." She cleared her throat. "Who is that girl over there? Oh, it must be BTS' adorable female maknae. With nice smelling hair and the prettiest smile, no one can compare to me~" She sang in a cute voice.

"Whoa~" The guys look on in wonder as she feels her face heat up.

Jennie 'Embarrassed Bangtan Girl' (That was so embarrassing! I promise I won't make corny lyrics like that for our songs! J-just bear with me here! Ahh I hope my sisters aren't watching this! *Covers face in shame*)

After the judges judge their performances, they go to the results. 

"Bangtan state merit exam, liberal arts first exam, second class....Jimin! In this exam, there are two people awarded second class. Another second class is Bachelor Jin. The owner of honor of first class? Golden Makane Jungkook!"

"Hah hah hah!" Jennie laughed with the guys as Jungkook started doing his victory dance, standing on top of his head, and doing a pose.

"What are you doing?" Jin questioned.

"Bangtan state merit exam, liberal arts second exam!" Eunuch revealed the next scroll.

'BTS 5 Elements'

'Complete your 5 elements with BangTanSoNyeonDan. Time limit of three minutes'

While the guys were writing, Jennie sat there, staring at her blank paper yet again. 

"I am seriously having a brain fart." She murmured, shaking her head as the time ran out.

"Jennie, why is your paper blank?" Jungkook pointed out.

"I didn't write anything~" She admitted and put her head down while the guys laughed.

"She's disqualified!" Jimin yelled while the guys agreed.

"Looks like Smartie isn't so smart today, huh?" Suga teased.

"Yah! Give me a break!" She waved them away.

Jennie 'Failing all exams' (Eh heh heh...I am not off to a good start, huh? I dunno what's wrong. Why I am not writing and trying to win this? My brain just wouldn't come up with anything. I ate breakfast...I had some smarties...I wonder what's the problem. But I will be coming back with a vengeance. Just a matter of when. I'm staying optimistic. Don't give up on me, just yet!)

Once Eunuch announces Jin as the second class winner and J-Hope as the first class winner, they transition to the next exam. "Bangtan State Merit Exam, before we start with the 3rd liberal arts exam, I'll let you know of the mid-way results."

So far, Jungkook and J-Hope have three points, Jin has two, and Jimin has one. Jennie, Suga, Rap Monster and V have zero points.

Jennie 'Triggered Bangtan Girl' (ZERO! Zero POINTS!! ZERO! This is UN-Acceptable! I need to get my act together.)

"Liberal art's 3rd exam." He reveals the next scroll.

'Draw the member's faces'

'Get to know the seven bachelors and bachelorette's drawing skills! Liberal arts 3rd exam! Draw the member's faces!'

'Time limit of 10 minutes. Draw the face of the member you love the most'

'Expressing of the key point details in the face and creating a masterpiece to be awarded first class!'

'Judging criteria 1. Grasp the member's specialties with sharp eyes'

'2. Quality more than quantity a masterpiece!'

Jennie 'Optimistic Bangtan Girl' (Let's see what I remember in art class!)

Suga and V drew J-Hope, Rap Monster and J-Hope drew Jimin, while Jin chose Rap Monster, Jimin chose Suga and Jungkook chose Rap Monster's loss of color face.

"Who did Miss Bangtan draw?" J-Hope looked on in anticipation.

"I...drew Suga." She revealed her drawing with a smile. The drawing she drew was of Suga rapping in his No More Dream outfit. She put a lot of detail into his face, showing his gummy smile, which really caught everyone's eye.

Suga looked on in surprise. "M-me?" He looked at her drawing in awe. She really nailed his gummy smile. He had to stand up and take a good look.

Suga 'Shocked' (I wasn't expecting her to pick me. I'm really surprised and touched that she really likes me the most. I wonder why.)

Jennie 'Inspired by Suga' (Why did I choose Suga? I really admire him. I love his passion for music and his rapping. Even though we do bicker and I'm still not over him drawing on my face, I still think he's awesome and a great person. I hope to rap like him, one day. He has inspired me to learn about rapping. I...wanted to ask him if maybe he could teach me, but I'm so nervous, I decided that I'm not ready to ask him for that request yet. I hope he doesn't see this confession. Soon I'll tell him how much I admire him, face to face! Don't show it!)

"Can you imitate him?" Rap Monster requested

"Yeah, I can imitate him." She cleared her throat, changing her demeanor to look more serious. "I wanna big house, big cars & big rings. But sasireun I dun have any big dreams. Haha nan cham pyeonhage sareo. ggum ddawi an ggwodo amudo mwora an hajanheo!" She rapped successfully, moving just like Suga on stage with attitude as everyone applauded.

"That was pretty good." Suga nodded in approval.

"The second class goes to Jungkook and Suga." Eunuch announced. 

Suga was shocked and didn't hold back on the complaints. "Shouldn't I get first class? This is a fraud! It's the writer's conspiracy! What else have you to say? It's a fraud by the writers!"

"The highly anticipated first class goes to...Bachelorette Jennie!" Eunuch points to her as she looks up in shock.

"That doesn't make senseeee~" Jimin whined in a loud voice as she started to jump around, cheering.

"Yeah! I'm back with a vengeance! Let's go!" She cheered

Jennie 'Making a comeback' (Perseverance! I hope I'll able to be the Queen of the plate this time. Watch out boys! This Bangtan Girl is about to claim that throne! Woo hoo!)

After the liberal arts exams, have been finalized, it was now time for the military service exams. Results so far are Jungkook with 4 points, J-Hope and Jennie with Three points, Jin with 2 points, Rap Monster and V with no points, Jimin and Suga with 1 point.

Standing outside, the group changed their clothes as they prepared for their next exam which was archery. Suga vs J-Hope was first. J-Hope kept missing the target and ended up getting beaten by Suga.

With V vs Jimin, V hit the bullseye but it fell off, not sticking enough. V ended up winning the battle anyway. Once it was time for Jin vs Rap Monster, they both kept missing the target, making everyone laugh. It took forever and they had to change the rules. Whoever hit inside the red circle would win. Finally, Rap Monster prevailed.

'Jennie vs Jungkook.'

'Battle between the Maknaes. Who will triumph?'

"This is going to be good." Jimin looked on.

"The battle between our two babies! I wonder who will win." Jin wondered, proud of his children.

Jungkook faced off with Jennie, as they stared each other down. He crossed his arms while she put her hands on her hips.

"Jennie, I hope you know what your fate is. You're going down." He teased.

"All I gotta say is that you're going down and I am not backing down. So be prepared."

"I'm the golden Maknae for a reason."

"Not for long." She smiled

"Jungkook is good at everything but not archery." Rap Monster mentioned.

Jungkook draws his arrow back first and releases it quickly. However, the arrow ends up hitting the floor as the guys laugh hysterically.

"That was...pretty golden Kookie." V teased as the Golden Maknae looked on in disbelief.

Meanwhile, Jennie got her bow and arrow ready, slowly drawing the arrow back. Taking a deep breath, she focused on the target. 

'One...two...release!' She released the arrow hitting it close to the bullseye.

"Yes!" She shouted with excitement

"Oh~" The guys yell, getting hyped.

Jungkook just stares at her arrow and back to her. She sticks her tongue out at him, making him glare playfully. This was the start of a competitive friendship. He attempts to hit the target again but fails as Jimin laughs at him. "Shut up, hyung!"

Back to the female member of BTS, she managed to hit the target in the bullseye but it fell off.

"YO! Unbelievable!" She shouted over the hollering guys who were saying how close it was.

Jungkook failed yet again to hit the target and once Jennie hit her arrow near the bullseye, it became clear that she was the winner as he accepted his defeat.

"WOO!" She started jumping up and down, spinning around. "That was pure luck!"

'Semi Finals'

'Suga vs V.'

Suga's bow and arrow skills were impressive as he kept hitting the same place while V couldn't hit the spot. When it was Jennie's turn against her leader, Rap Monster, she won quickly thanks to him missing each time.

Jennie 'Elated Competitor' (I'm finally getting the hang of this!)

"Wha~ why am I defeated!?" Rap Monster squinted his eyes shut, clenching his fists in despair.

'Finals'

'Jennie vs Suga'

This was an intense battle as both continued to hit the target near the bullseye. But it wasn't until Suga finally hit the bullseye, that he was declared the winner. The members playfully question why he chose rapping when he's so good at archery.

"The winner of the first Military Service exam goes to...Suga!" Eunuch announced as everyone enthusiastically applauded his win.

Jennie obtains 1 point so now she has 4 while Suga and Jungkook also have 4 points.

Jennie 'Cool and Calm' (I'm tied for first place with two other guys. As long as I keep trying to at least get a second place spot to gain more points, I should be A-OK.)

'Together with the flying tinker bells. Second exam, horse-riding! Two bachelors will ride their own ponies. First person to go one round and return back, wins!'

Jennie 'Determined' (I really want to be the Queen this time. I NEED to win this. Do you know how cool that'll be? No more punishments like drinking that disgusting beet juice!? I need a break!)

"That's easy!" Jimin pointed out.

The first battle consisted of Jimin and J-Hope. The intense bout was close but then Jimin decided to stand up and run the horse to the finish line after J-Hope created a big gap, taking the lead. Nonetheless, J-hope was declared the winner.

Next was Suga vs Jin. Jin started with a fast start but Suga quickly caught up and took the lead. The oldest member decided to stop while Suga took the finish line, and a roar of laughter escaped the members' mouths.

'Jennie vs Jungkook'

Jennie adjusted herself on the white plastic toy horse. "This is too goofy." She admitted while Jungkook sat on his horse next to her.

As soon as they get the OK to go, adrenaline goes around Jen's body as both she and Jungkook quickly move their feet to accelerate. Both equally take a fast pace, neck and neck.

"I don't even know who's winning!" J-Hope said with excitement in his voice.

Rap Monster (I definitely see a fire in Jennifer's eyes. She really wants that Queen of the End-Plate privilege.)

Once Jennie and Jungkook circle around the post, Jennie's heart starts to race as Jungkook gets a little bit ahead of her. The atmosphere was loud with the members watching, cheering and yelling out goofy commentary.

"Who shall win this battle?" J-Hope spoke in a dramatic tone

"Will it be the beautiful Miss Bangtan? Or will it be our handsome Golden Maknae!?" Jimin added to the fun.

Their goofy banter almost got her distracted because she was close to laughing. But getting back on track and focused, she increases her speed despite the pain on her behind from the tiny horse. Her efforts are rewarded when she ends up going ahead, with Jungkook high on her tail.

"OOOHHHHHHH!"

The loud, goofy voices of the members stand up, jumping up and down.

Jennie let out a sigh of relief when she made it to the finish line a second before Jungkook.

"BOOYAH!" She celebrated, throwing her arms up in the air.

"Again?" Jungkook groaned, throwing his head back.

Jungkook 'Mindboggled' (How? She was behind me!)

"Sorry Kookie. I just really want to win that end-plate position." She grinned sheepishly. "No hard feelings?"

"Don't talk to me." He playfully brushed her off while she chuckled lightly at him.

Jennie 'Behind really hurts' (Y'know those tiny horses really take a number on your butt. My butt hurts.)

When V goes up against Rap Monster, V wins by a landslide, making the leader throw his horse.

"Ahhh! He threw the horse!" Jennie laughed out loud.

Jennie (RIP Horse 2013-2013!)

"If I wore better pants, I'll win!" Rap Monster blames.

'Semi-finals'

'J-Hope vs Suga'

"J-Horse and rapid speed' vs 'Getting merit 2 times consecutive'

When they both were on their horses, Eunuch requested that they say something to each other.

"Honestly, since he's J-Horse and he even looks like it too, I feel burdened, I'll try my best." Suga said.

"I'll win this coolly," J-Hope responded with a bright smile.

When it was time to go, J-Hope quickly dashes away, leaving Suga in the dust while everyone whoops and cheers. Suga laughed it off, taken aback by his speed.

'V vs Jennie'

"Do you have anything to say to each other?" Eunuch asked

"Let's have a good match, best friend!" V happily smiled at her as she gave him a big high five.

"You bet! Let's do this!" She responded ecstatically.

Once they were ready, V continued to waddle and gain speed on his horse, with Jennie right behind him. But as soon as they circle the post, Jennie gains her speed and dashes forward. 

"Ah! She caught up!" Jimin acknowledged, clapping his hands.

"No~ Jennie!" V laughed as he tried to catch up with her and ended up losing.

'Bachelorette Jennie enters finals!'

'Finals'

'J-Hope vs Jennie'

"Right now, my legs are hurting so much. I don't know what to do about it." J-Hope admited.

"Hey, my butt hurts." She replied, making him giggle.

Once the sound of the gong is heard, both parties dash forward but J-Hope quickly leaves her in the dust. 

"Bro!" She exclaimed with a laugh as she circled the post, with J-Hope way ahead. He wins after going through the finish line.

"How can he be so fast!?" She laughed, arriving at the finish line.

"That was not even humanely possible." Jungkook addressed.

At the end of the exam, J-Hope obtains three points while Jennie obtains 1. So now Jennie has five points.

BTS and Jennie stand in between Eunuch and his gong as they applaud. 

"Finally it's the last!" Suga looked relieved.

"Last exam! A traditional game played by all ethnics. Chicken fight!" Eunuch announced.

'Bangtan State Merit exam Military Service last exam!'

'Traditional game played by all ethnics chicken fight!'

'All eight bachelors and bachelorette will start together in a single match'

'The last bachelor or bachelorette standing wins'

"Our seven bachelors and bachelorette please step forward and get prepared." Eunuch announced as they get into the chicken fight ring

Jennie 'Asking for Strength' (My tiny behind is in a chicken fight ring with seven guys. SEVEN. I need ALL the strength I can get for this. I WANT that Queen of the End-Plate position!)

The guys stretch and Jennie follows suit by stretching out her arms and then her legs. Once Eunuch says go, Jennie tries to keep her distance from everyone as she holds her crossed leg by the ankle, standing on one leg.

Jungkook and Jin meet in the middle, while Jennie stands in a corner, watching the show.

Jennie 'Keeping Distance' (I think I know how to win this. Let me let the guys fight, and then I can think of a plan from there. I just need to keep my distance and wait it out. My strategy is patience and defense. I'm more of a defensive person when it comes to competitions like this. Offense, not so much.)

Hopping forward, Jungkook attempts to attack Jin with his strength but Jin maintains his balance. All of a sudden, Jungkook does an aerial flying attack with his knee, surprising Jin.

"Rapmon! I choose you!" Jin pointed as Rap Monster and Jimin began to battle it out. It was hilarious watching everyone hop and jump all over the place.

Jennie watched as Rap Monster bumped into Jungkook and Jimin while Jin hopped right over to V. She quickly hopped away since she was right near V. Out of nowhere, she shrieked when Suga roughly bumped into her on purpose.

"Cut it out!" She swiftly hopped away from him as he laughed. He almost knocked the wind out of her. Any harder, she would've been eliminated.

V bumps Jin, resulting in the oldest member putting his leg down, eliminating him. Suga tries to bump everyone since he was alone and it ends up backfiring when he gets bumped three times. For his fate, he's bumped by V and falls out of the ring, making everyone laugh.

"Jennie! Whose team are you on? Join me and Jungkook! We'll protect you!" Jimin called out.

"I'm Switzerland!" She called out, trying to escape the drama.

Jungkook ended up slipping and falling down when he tried to hit J-Hope when he countered it.

"How could you do that to our Jungkookie!" Jimin yelled and tried to attack him but got hit and fell down.

'Jungkook's Pokemon Bachelor Jimin eliminated!'

After managing to hide for so long, Jennie goes full defense mode as J-Hope starts to go after her.

"Oh come on! I was doing so good!" She started hopping all over the ring, with him following her.

"Nope!" She evaded his bump and lightly bumped him back.

"I got your back!" V comes to her rescue, bumping into J-Hope, but ends up falling on his butt in the process.

"Awe man, V!" She laughed.

Staying away from Rap Monster and J-Hope's battle, Jennie watches as Rapmon's powerful hit, causes J-Hope to twirl around and falls down.

"HIII-YA!" She yelled, bumping Rap Monster with all her might, making him stumble from behind, once he recovered, he remained unfazed. "Are you-are you serious!? That didn't work!?"

Jennie 'Shocked' (HOW!? *Throws her arms up in the air*)

"Any last words, Jennie?" He teased, hopping up to her.

Hopping back for her life, she shakes her head. "Wait! Wait! I want a redo! AH!" Swiftly moving to the side, she escapes Rapmon's strike. "Let's talk about this!"

No matter how many times Rapmon would strike her, she would manage to avoid any type of contact.

Rap Monster 'In Charge of Destroying' (Jennie is small and quick. But soon I'll catch her. She can't avoid my attacks forever.)

"Wow~ she's really good at her defense!" Jimin praises with a big smile. "Go Jennie~"

Jennie 'Defensive Bangtan Member' (Obviously Rap Monster is stronger than me, so I had no choice but to go on a defensive route until I could find a way to make him lose his balance. I can smell the Queen of the end-plate prize already. I won't back down now! I have to win this!)

Noticing Rapmon getting a bit tired from putting all his strength into attempting to bump her, she finally takes advantage. When he attempts to strike her again, she finally counters, making him lose his balance.

"WHAAAAA~" The boys yell, getting hyped up.

While he was wobbling to stay on his foot, she bumped him on the shoulder and he fell on the ground.

"AHHHHHHH~" The guys start cheering.

"YES! YES! YES! YES!" She jumped up and down after putting her leg down.

"Aish...so close." Rap Monster sighed. 

He takes Jennie's hand and gets helped up by her. After receiving three more points, she had 8 points in total, declaring her the winner.

'Miss Bangtan has come back with a vengeance and won the battle!'

'Welcome the Queen of the end-plate!'

At the end of the exams, she gets carried easily by V and Jimin as she wears a hat with Sakura flowers on top. While being carried, Jungkook and Jin toss sakura blossoms at her while J-Hope, Suga and Rapmon dance and sing around.

"Y'know I can really get used to this. I feel like a princess." She laughed, goofing off with the guys.

Jennie 'Queen of the end-plate' (Girl power! Don't ever give up! You can always bounce back and come back to win! I am so anticipating the end-plate. No punishments for me!)