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Hey y’all, hru???

I took a long ass break from writing because I honestly felt very unmotivated and I think I went through a premature writers block but I’m gonna be more consistent from now on. Chapter two of “The Academy for Soulless Dolls” is in the works and will be coming out soon so look out for that. I would also like to thank y’all for the love you’ve shown towards “Malevolence” as it literally got over 60 notes and it was literally my first time ever writing a smutty fanfic. Who should I write a fanfic about next? (Suggestions are always welcome ❤️). Also, I saw a series of TikTok’s about the SKZ Family saga and i was wondering if y’all would like maybe a series based on that? Like an origin story type thing like for example how auntie Lina and Seungmin met? Or how Han and Hyunjin met? Tell me if y’all would be interested on a series about them. But henywayzzzz I’ll be seeing y’all very soon, bye for now 🙈

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TAEHYUN & HUENINGKAI ☆ ELLE KOREA

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Malevolence || S.C

╰┈➤ Synopsis; In high school, a student is relentlessly tormented by a popular classmate who takes pleasure in her suffering. Despite the cruelty, she secretly finds a disturbing pleasure in his torment. One early morning, as she sits alone in an empty classroom, the bully arrives unexpectedly, intensifying the tension and leading to a chilling encounter where their hidden desires come to light.

╰┈➤ Paring; Changbin x Reader

╰┈➤ Genre; school au, bully trope, degradation, smut

╰┈➤ Warnings; explicit language, mentions of sadism and masochism, degradation, rough sex, no condom, slight nipple play, mentions of masturbation, implied sexual assault.

Notes; I’ve never written smut before so this was a bit different. Just wanted to remind y’all that english isn’t my first language so I do apologise to any mistakes. Changbin is over 18 in this story so don’t worry. Please do leave me some feedback as they help me improve.

Neither school nor home life had ever been easy for you. Between the constant bullying you were subjected to at school and the unhealthy relationship you had with your dysfunctional family, sometimes you wondered whether there was truly a place out there where you could feel at ease and “normal” for once.

As you sat at your home room’s desk engraved with various swear words and deaths threats that kept accumulating day by day, you trembled in fear due to the impending doom that was going to be making its appearance within the next few hours.There were moments when you found yourself questioning whether you’ve angered some strange supernatural force that was now exacting it’s vengeance by asserting that your life is miserable after being involved with mentioned pending doom, as everything began going down hill for you the second you became Seo Changbin’s prime target.

It was early in the morning so you knew he was not going to be making his appearance anytime soon, but the thought of what new torture mechanism he had come up with for you that day, designed to satisfy his sadistic tendencies, terrified you.

Though lately you’ve had very strange thoughts. At the beginning, when he had just began tormenting you, there was nothing you despised more than seeing his face and his callous smirk staring you down whilst you were licking the boys toilets urinals like he made you to. Or like when he had asked you to stand in rain while he sat in the shade, as he gazed at you intensely with his hand gripping his crotch.

At first you pondered why he had forced you to stand in the rainfall for seemingly no reason, but once you noticed that he wasn’t looking at your face but somewhere slightly below your chin, you had followed his gaze and landed on your chest, therefore realising the true intent behind his strange request leaving you disgusted, attempting to cover yourself with your arms as much as you possibly could but with no avail.

But now, 9 nights out of 10 you’d wake up hyperventilating with your panties drenched in your core’s juices as you’d try stabilising your breath after the very intense dreams you’d have about him and the things he’d make you do at school.

As you were still immersed in your lewd thoughts, the door swung open, the loud bang startling you and bringing an end to your fantasies.

“I knew I’d find you here” said a very familiar voice. Your head snapped towards the entrance to confirm your suspicions about the origins of the voice, and unfortunately there stood the last person you wanted to see right now.

“W-what are you doing here?” your voice wavering in terror, “it’s 6am. School doesn’t start till 8”

Your trembling voice had definitely triggered something within him as his sadistic smirk had made an appearance again “I just thought I’d come in early today to play with my favourite toy before everyone else get here” he says, closing the door in a swift motion and locking it behind him.

You gripped onto your sit in anticipation and slight fear. In a sense, you had become desensitised to his actions due to how often they were happening but the idea that this time there was nobody else around scared you and intrigued you at the same time.

You looked down at your feet, waiting for him to approach you, but strangely that never happened. You were wondering what was taking him so long so you looked back to where he initially had been standing being surprised when you found him sitting on a chair in front of the door, facing you with his legs slightly spread. He was staring at you very intensely.

Noticing your confused expression, he leaned towards you and rested his forearms against his thighs, “you look very appetising right now” he admitted, subtly scanning your body and licking his lips,“shall we play a little game?”

You were dumbfounded. His typical aggressive demeanour seemed to have evaporated today, but you were still on edge nonetheless as you had no idea when or whether it was going to emerge again.

Being that you didn’t want to trigger his anger, you slowly nodded your head and waited for his next move.

He smiled at your shy nod and sat himself back in his original slouched position, legs still spread looking at you suggestively, “crawl to me like the little bitch you are”

Your eyes widen at the sudden request, being slightly taken aback by his tone,but you do what he says regardless. You reluctantly slid off your chair and got down on all fours, and as you began to gradually crawl towards him, you looked at him with hooded eyes as you felt your panties dampening.

Though you’d never admit it out loud, despite the fact that Changbin had dedicated his life towards making you as feel miserable as possible, you did recognise that he was a relatively attractive guy. Maybe you were speaking from a biased position since the recent vulgar dreams you’ve been having about him, or maybe you were just deeply troubled, but you’d be lying if you said that right now he didn’t look sexy, sitting seductively in front of you with his ruffled brunette hair staring you down with his intimidating dark eyes and his tight white short-sleeved shirt accentuating his biceps.

“Fuck~” he hissed, his hand now gravitating towards his clothed bulge squeezing it lightly. You bit your lip to stifle a moan after witnessing his erotic motion. You may have been somewhat enjoying this moment but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was doing something to you.

You finally reached him and you positioned yourself between his spreaded legs. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head upwards towards his face, “you’re such a pathetic little slut” he sneered and placed his thumb in your mouth “suck on it”

Looking up at him innocently, you took his thumb into your mouth and began sucking messily, saliva coating it. Watching you so intently, Changbin lost all composure, hastily unbuckling his trousers and pulling out his throbbing, red member.

“Get off my thumb you disgusting whore” he venomously spat between pants as he was vigorously jerking his member. The aggressiveness in his tone made you whimper as you began humping the air in search of some friction to relieve the pleasurable tight tension you felt in your core but with no success.

“You’re so needy. I barely touched you yet your moaning like I’ve been fucking you for hours” he chuckled grabbing your throat and squeezing it tightly. “What should I make you do today…”

Changbin’s grip was so tight that you started feeling lightheaded. You felt yourself going in and out of consciousness though, for some strange reason, this restricting yet euphoric feeling made you squeeze your legs together, your sensitive throbbing bud finally feeling some sort of relief.

You needed him to fuck you. You were so overwhelmed and horny that you felt like you were going to combust within any seconds. You were still squeezing your legs together very tightly as you began tearing up and attempted to plead to him “Ch…changbin p…please~”

“Please what? You’re gonna have to elaborate” the grip he had on your throat began to loosen as if to give you a chance to speak. He slowed down his jerking movements and began smearing his excessive amount of precum around his reddened tip, hissing at the ecstatic feeling.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that you wanted him to fuck you senseless and you were unsure whether it was out of shame or the pure anger you still money harboured against him for the past humiliating actions he imposed onto you.

But you didn’t want this moment to end (not like you had a say in the matter) so you chose to let your actions speak for yourself as you grabbed his member and slowly started stroking it.

Changbin gasped both in pleasure and utter surprise as he did not expect such bold movements from you.

He let you stroke his cock for a while as he sat back and observed your little hands struggling grasp his thick member amused, but when you unexpectedly put his entire member in your mouth, Changbin let out a loud moan, bucking his hips further and rubbing and twisting his nipples underneath his white school shirt in search of more pleasure.

“Oh fuck~ Y/N just like that…” he groaned as he grabbed the back of your head and started moving his hips faster. “Y…your mouth is so warm”

Your eyes were tearing up as Changbin was roughly fucking your mouth, his tip reaching your uvula. You choked a couple of times, the vibrations from your coughs sending Changbin into a state of pure bliss as he began thrusting faster “I think i…i’m g- gonna cum soon…” but before he could release his hot creamy load into your mouth he stopped his movements and forcefully pulled your head off of his member.

You looked at him confused at the sudden interruption, especially when he seemed to have been really close to release.

“W-why did you…” but you didn’t have enough time to finish your sentence as he grabbed your arm and pulled you up onto his lap, making you straddle his thighs.

“Sit on it” he firmly stated as he grabbed his throbbing member that was resting against his abdomen, coating it in precum and began lightly stroking it. You did exactly as he said as you aligned his member with your entrance and slowly started lowering your self onto it, your tight moist core engulfing his thick veiny cock until it fully disappeared.

You exhaled as he grabbed your hips and began thrusting up against you in a fast motion. “F-fuck C…changbin” you moaned as you buried your face in his neck, trying your best to meet his thrust but with no avail as your legs felt numb.

“You like that yeah? You fucking slut, I knew you liked everything I used to do to you, you thought I didn’t notice how you’d look at me huh? With want in your eyes you pathetic whore” he grabbed your hair and pulled you off his neck, glaring at you with malice with his signature smirk still plastered on his face.

“Now look at you, bouncing on my cock and screaming my name. Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? I bet you’re gonna recall this moment again tonight when you touch yourself whilst thinking about me you fucking wench” his harsh words stirred something within you, as a familiar warmth began forming in your core and you finished all over his member screaming his name in utter ecstasy.

The grip your folds had against his cock tightens as you came, causing Changbin to release his load shortly after with a low groan.

You both looked at each other panting deeply as you attempted to regain composure. You weren’t sure about what was going to happen next, whether he was going to shout more abuse at you or just nonchalantly push you off of him and leave, so you chose to take the initiative and reluctantly stand up, grimacing at the slimy feeling in your pussy.

Changbin, who was still looking at you in awe decided to stand too, readjusting his trousers and grabbing your wrist, pulling you towards the door

“Where are you taking me?” you asked, attempting to snatch your arm away from his tight grip but failing miserably due to your weakened state and his inhumane strength “I thought that was my punishment for today, what else do you want from me!?” you shouted exasperated, tears forming in your eyes due to frustration by his lack of response and also a sudden feeling of emptiness.

You knew that Changbin would probably keep humiliating and torturing you like he always had, with little to no regards to your feelings or wellbeing, but in a strange way, you wanted something more. After your little session today, you felt closer to him, and the thought of never experiencing that connection with him again made you feel angry and frustrated.

Changbin turned around, noticing the tears in your eyes and stopped dead in his tracks. His features softened as he started caressing your cheeks, wiping the tears away with his thumb.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry” he softly cooed “I just wanted to take you to the toilet so I could clean you up, plus it’s still 7 in the morning and class won’t start till 9. I thought that maybe we could grab something to eat together” he smiled, anxiously waiting for your response.

“Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?” he shrugged his shoulders and looked down at his feet “are you coming or not?Because I could just leave you here and go if you don’t want to” he mumbled.

He looked up at you, wondering why it was taking you so long to decide. Since you weren’t in the mood to protest you nodded, deciding to follow him. He smiled at you, grabbed your hand gently and you led you outside of the classroom with your fingers intertwined, both grinning like fools about the occurrences that happened just a few minutes ago.

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this is part of my binnie month collab with @httpdwaekki ♡

ash's masterlist ; ash's fic ♡

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🏷️: @giddyfatherchris ; @lurking-coconut ; @thatonexcgirl ; @bowsnbang ; @strawbini ; @nyang3racha ;

[week two. afab!reader. established relationship. angst. hurt to comfort. implied f masturbation. implied fingering. oral (f receiving). clit play. unprotected piv sex (don't!!!). creampie. hints at a marriage proposal.]

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The apartment is dark and silent — you’ve already gone to bed.

Changbin sighs, dropping his bag and jacket on the floor and making his way to your shared bedroom, hoping to at least find you awake, maybe reading a book or writing something on your computer or scrolling your feed on your phone. However, your room is also dark and silent, just like the rest of the house, and for a second there, Changbin is actually scared you aren’t even home. 

But then he notices the bump under the covers, and can’t stop a genuinely happy smile from forming on his face, curving his lips upwards. The fight was bad, and he was scared you’d left for good — but you hadn’t, you’d stayed. You’re here, and that’s everything that matters right now. 

Making his way towards the bedroom slowly, he kneels before it. His fingers come to ghost over your cheek as he looks at you — the only source of light being the lamp in the hallway he’d left on. Changbin wonders if you’d cried yourself to sleep — judging by the stains on your cheeks it seems so. 

Your body jolts at the feeling of his hand on you, as if his touch was incandescent and was burning you — Changbin heart breaks as he pulls his hand back, dropping it onto the mattress. 

“What time is it?” You groan, yawning. Stirring to wake your muscles, you grab your phone onto the nightstand. There, on the screen, four texts Changbin left you appear before your eyes — texts you hadn’t seen of course.  

“A little over midnight,” Changbin mumbles. “Work ran super late. I’m sorry, baby.” 

“It’s okay,” you shrug. “I mean, it’s not like I was expecting things to change today.” 

Changbin hates that he can hear sarcasm in your voice and in your chuckle, but he also knows you’re pissed at him. It’s why you fought in the first place, him being gone all the time and leaving you alone and spending too much time with his friends and being the shittiest boyfriend of all time — he added the last part himself, of course. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, and then grabs your hand. It’s cold and you don’t intertwine your fingers together. “I keep disappointing you…”

He wishes there was a guide on how to make things right. 

“Changbin, go change. It’s late and you’ve got work in the morning.” 

Sadness washes all over him when you call him my his first name, and not by one of those sweet pet-names you usually call him. A weak nod, then he stands up and head towards the bathroom, ready to wash himself and change into his pyjamas. He just wishes to find you still awake when he comes back, he wants you to know he’s missed you and tell you he hates fighting with you. He wants to fall asleep with his limbs wrapped around you and pull you close and tell you he loves you over and over again.

When he slips under the covers, fifteen minutes later, you don’t move, and he sighs, thinking you must be already sleeping. He fucked up again. He sighs, covering his face with his hands. Even though he is physically tired, both from a long day at work and from this situation with you, he can’t seem to be able to fall asleep. 

“Changbin?” 

Then, the rustling sound of the sheets as you roll over to look at him. You place your hand on top of his, pulling it away from his face, your fingers brushing his hair that’s still damp from the shower. 

“You shouldn’t go to bed with wet hair. You’ll get sick.” 

He intertwines your fingers together, then wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer so that you come to rest your head on his chest. You don’t pull away, and Changbin’s heart swells up in his chest. He brings your hands to his lips and places a kiss on top. You’re his whole world and he wishes he could show you that. 

“It’s okay. It’s okay if I get sick, it doesn’t matter. I just wanted to lie down next to you, don’t care about anything else.”

“I’ve been falling asleep by myself the whole week. One more night wasn’t going to make any difference.” 

A pang in Changbin’s chest, but he knows he’s at fault — he’s been neglecting you. 

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, just as he opened his mouth to say the same. He blinks a few times, confused, so you continue. “I shouldn’t be passive-aggressive towards you, I know we talked about it. It’s just — I hate this, Changbin.” 

This? 

“This?”

A sigh. “When we fight. When you make me feel lonely— I’m okay with being alone most of the time, I just… don’t want to feel alone. There’s a difference.” 

Changbin hates himself for making you feel this way, for not being the man you deserve by your side. He really fucked up this time. He squeezes you, as tears well up in his eyes. 

“I know. I know there’s a difference. And you have every right to be passive-aggressive towards me, I deserve it. I’ve been horrible to you, I left you alone so many times, so many nights… Baby, I cannot even put into words how sorry I am.”

Your cold feet tickle his calves. You snuggle up closer to him and he gladly lets you. 

“You weren’t… horrible,” you kiss his chest. “I get that life might get tough from time to time and that you need time for yourself to figure things out. It’s just— I want you to know that I’m here for you just like I always have been. I want our relationship to feel like a safe place for you, Changbin.”

“It is. Baby, it is,” he quickly says. He lifts your chin up, searching for your eyes in the dark of your surroundings. “I’m sorry I made you feel like it’s not. I always feel safe with you— to talk about everything and be myself, I’m forever grateful for that.” 

You nod, not adding anything else to the discourse. 

“I’ll change. I want to be better for you.”

“I don’t— I don’t want you to change.” You sigh. “It’s okay that you want to spend time with your friends, it’s healthy. It's just… I started overthinking things, seeing you’d much rather spend a whole week with them after you were done with work instead of coming home to me. Thought there was something wrong with us…” 

He nuzzles your cheek, his arm wraps around your waist. A sigh. 

“I truly don’t deserve you. You’re too good to me…”

You boop his cute nose, and even though he’s not feeling his usual giggly self, it still makes him smile. You feel it as he kisses the tip of your finger. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s true.”

“It’s not.” 

A kiss on your cheek. Another. Then you move your head, and the next kiss lands right on your lips. You’d missed him and his kisses, your favorite lullaby. Another kiss, barely anything more than a small peck. Changbin can’t believe he’s denied himself of those sweet kisses of yours. He can’t believe he’s denied himself of your warmth, of your arms wrapped around him, your delicate scent, you. One last kiss, he meant to give you, but you pull him in for one more, two more, three more and then you’re letting your tongue run over his lower lip, and then you’re letting your hand wander underneath his t-shirt. 

“Baby…” 

You know what he’s about to say — he didn’t apologise just to get sex in return, he’s really sorry, and you believe him, but you’ve also missed him. You’ve been missing him all this time, all these lonely nights you’ve spent alone. You let your fingers ghost over his chest, his nipples, his collarbone, and then you’re taking his tank top off, feeling his hot skin under your touch. 

“Baby, we don’t have to.” 

“Changbin, I want this. Do you?” 

A gasp when you kiss his bare neck, your nose brushing his wet hair. “Y-Yeah. I want this, too. Just— don’t call me by my name.” 

“Baby. Better?” You giggle. 

“Much better. Wait, actually—” he trails off, stretching his arm to switch the night lamp on his nightstand on. “Need to see you. Need to see my beautiful girl when we make love.”

Changbin is a little disappointed when he realises you’re not wearing one of his t-shirt to sleep like you usually do, you’re wearing your pyjamas instead, but everything is forgotten once he takes it off you. Now you’re both half naked, impatient to reveal the parts of you that are still covered by the useless pieces of clothing. Useless for real. They come off in literal seconds and get thrown around the room, landing on furniture and on the floor and neither of you cares. 

“Mine.” Changbin whispers, kissing a spot between your breasts. “All mine. You’re still mine, aren’t you? Tell me I haven’t fucked everything up for good…” the words are mumbled on your skin as he lets his lips travel all the way across your stomach, and then he’s slipping between your thighs naturally, automatically. 

“You haven’t. I’m still yours, baby. Just like you’re mine, yeah?” 

Changbin thinks you might actually be crazy to think the opposite. He’s head over heels for you, even though he hasn’t showed it lately. He’s planning on making it up to you, though, show you he’s serious about making things right. 

“I’ll always be yours, no matters what happens between us.” Changbin says, and he means it. 

Then, a soft kiss on your mound. You want to tell him it’s not necessary, that in his absence before he came home you’d played with yourself, using toys and fingers on you and that you can take him even without prepping, but you also selfishly want to feel his lips on you just a little bit. You know he’s more than happy to let you. 

“You’re gonna let me taste you, baby?” He presses his lips on your clit and you let out the tiniest squeak. When you spread your legs wider, he takes it as a yes. “I can’t believe I neglected this sweet flower for days.” 

His hot, wet tongue licks a strap on your flower, as he called it, and it’s got your eyes rolling in the back of your skull. Changbin hums at the taste, diving right back in, keeping you still by firmly holding your thighs. 

“Ah, I’ve been… taking the matter into my own hands,” you tease him, running your fingers through his still damp hair. 

He looks up at you from between your thighs. “Oh?”

“I played with myself every night, wishing it was you filling me up instead of my fingers,” you confess.

The thought of you playing with yourself in the darkness and silence of your bedroom makes his head spin, but he also feels guilty. He left you alone. You wanted him and he left you alone for days and nights, only coming back home when you were already fast asleep. 

He wants to make it up to you, and he’s gonna start by eating you out until you’re nothing but a whimpering mess under him. Changbin sucks on your clit in the exact way you’ve taught him, and stimulates it with his tongue lazily, messily, letting his own spit dribble down your labia and onto the sheets. Two of his tiny, delicate fingers, make their way inside of you and he curves them just right as he keeps tasting your essence. 

“I’ve missed this so much,” you gasp, arching your back while Changbin hums and smirks satisfied, fingers gripping you even tighter — he doesn’t want to let go. 

“Changbin— baby,” a desperate warning when you’re about to release, incredibly fast, but once again — you’ve been playing with yourself a lot lately, and your private steamy session from before prepped you well enough. “Fuck!” You exclaim, drowning in pleasure as you unravel onto his tongue.

Changbin gasps and whimpers when you pull his hair, eyes rolling in the back of his head as he keeps on pleasuring you until you tell him it’s too much. He licks his lips satisfied, kneeling between your thighs as he waits for you to come down your high. He nuzzles your inner thigh, kisses the soft flesh, caresses your body — the way he should’ve been doing the whole week. He wants to do it his whole life. 

Changbin fucking loves you, he hopes you know it. He loves you and you’re his sweet girl whom he would do anything and everything for — you only have to ask. 

“I… baby. My baby. You taste so sweet,” he praises you, nuzzling your inner thigh in such a loving and caring way, looking at you with his beautiful siren eyes. “You’re always so good to me, even when I don’t deserve it — don’t deserve you.” 

“Don’t say that,” you scold him, running your fingers through his hair soothingly, to ease the guilt you know he’s feeling in his chest. “You deserve me more than anyone else. Now hurry up and make love to me, baby. Need to feel you. Need you close tonight.” 

Changbin strips down slowly. He crosses his buff arms over his chest and takes off his tank top, the one that always enhances the shape of his body in an exquisite way that has you drooling each time he wears it. Your mouth already waters at the sight of his tummy, a part of him he’s always been insecure about, ignoring that you love it with your whole body and soul. Then, within seconds, he hooks his thumbs in his pyjamas shorts and boxers and takes both off, remaining completely naked in front of you except for his black socks. You chuckle at that, and he looks genuinely happy to see your bright smile again. 

He moves to settle between your legs but you stop him by placing one hand on his chest. “I wanna be on top if that’s okay.”

Of course it’s okay. 

“C’mere,” Changbin smiles at you, sprawled on the mattress. “Make love to me.”

You spread your legs as much as you can to accomodate Changbin’s body and waist between them, and then take his hardened manhood in your tight grip before lowering yourself on his cock. It’s a stretch, considering he’s thick rather than long. Changbin gasp and so do you when you finally take all of him inside of you. You lower your body on top of his, chests pressed together and mouths and faces only mere inches apart. 

“I love you so much,” Changbin whispers, pulling your hair away from your forehead and face. “I’m sorry,” he says for the hundredth time. 

You say nothing, you just kiss him on the lips as you start moving on top of him slowly. His grip on your hips tightens as he helps you slide up and down his cock easily whilst gasps and pants leave his lips. You feel his balls tighten, and that’s how you know he’s close to reaching his high, too bad your legs and hips feel super tired already, and he sees you’re struggling with keeping a steady pace. 

He switches positions in one swift motion, circling your waist as he presses his body on yours. “You look so pretty like this…” he mumbles, latching his lips on your neck. “My pretty girl. I love you so much…”

“Changbin… baby— I love you.”

It’s intense — as a session of make-up sex should be. Changbin on top of you, your bodies colliding, sweat and bodily fluids coating your skin, kisses and swollen lips as he keeps fucking into you. Your hands travels all the way from his shoulder to his ass, grabbing a handful of his asscheek as you dig your fingers in his soft flesh. 

When he’s close he warns you — as he always does. And you encourage him by entangling your legs together, tugging at his hair, until you feel him twitch inside of you and his balls tighten. His hand comes between your legs to rub you slowly at first and then faster and faster. 

“Wanna do it together,” he bites on your shoulder. “Wanna cum together…”

“I’m close, baby, I’m—”

You release together at the same time. Him spilling inside of you and your walls tightening around him and it’s the best feeling ever, a feeling you’ve missed too much. His body collapses on top of you and he stays right there for a while, toying with your hair as he nuzzles your skin. Then his head snaps up to look at you. 

“I’m sorry for the way I acted these past weeks…” 

You toy with the curly ends of his hair. “It’s okay, Changbin.”

“I don’t want you to think— that I’m not happy in our relationship, in what we have.” Changbin sighs. “I love you so much and I’m so grateful for you. I’m so sorry I’ve been a shitty boyfriend lately, but I promise you I’ll do better.”

You kiss him on the forehead. 

“I’ve… I planned something for us. A trip to the beach, next week. Just the two of us— no work, no producing, no nothing. Just you and me. What do you say?” 

You nod, a big smile on your face. “I can’t wait,” you kiss him on the lips. “You spoiled the surprise, though!” You giggle. 

Changbin chuckles as well, but what you don’t know is that he’s got another surprise planned for you. A promise ring, already hidden in his suit case. You’re his forever, Changbin is sure of it, and he can’t wait to make you his forever. He just hopes you’ll say yes. 

You will. 

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-> 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬! "𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧", 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝.

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The Academy for Soulless Dolls|| #1

╰┈➤ Synopsis; Mencià, a lifelong drifter through boarding schools, is thrust into the mysterious Rosethorn Academy, a haven for the elite. Eager to stay under the radar, her plans unravel when the school's most powerful heir becomes dangerously obsessed with her. As she uncovers dark secrets within the academy's shadowy halls, Mencià must protect her own secrets or risk being consumed by the sinister forces at play.

╰┈➤ Paring: Hyunjin x OC

╰┈➤ Genre: elite academy au, dark secrets, slow burn, angst, smut,fluff

╰┈➤ Warnings: explicit language, implied violence

╰┈➤ Word count: 5.1k

notes: this is the first fanfic I’ve ever written and english isn’t my first language so I apologise for any grammatical errors. The main protagonist is an OC I created, and she’s meant to be a darkskin black female but you’re more than welcome to picture her as yourself or anyone else you want. Please do leave me some feedback as I appreciate them all and they help me improve.

Mob mentality

-- also called herd or hive mentality -- is the inclination that some humans have to be part of a large group, often neglecting their individual feelings in the process, and adopting the behaviors and actions of the people around them.

                                                                                   ╔⊶⊶⊶⊶⊶✞⊷⊷⊷⊷⊷╗

New beginnings are always scary- well at least that's what the average person would say if you asked them . Not many people are fond of change, some will even do the unthinkable to avoid it because, understandably so, it does open a vast door to the unknown and when individuals are used to a set routine, suddenly having to face and tackle something foreign will arise a sense of fight of flight in them.

But I can't say the same for me.

I'm walking through the vast opaque corridors of what's going to be my new home for the next year with my head ducked down, hiding away from the public and taking count of every step I'm making, attempting as much as possible to avoid the curious stares that I'm already receiving from the other students. I know it's weird to refer to a school as a "home" but coming from where I came, anywhere would be better than my actual in-house situation. My old school used to be my safe heaven. A place where i felt accepted and secure. A place where I felt like I could truly be myself and walk around the hallways without feeling much angst. It was great, until it wasn't. They turned on me so I had to flee in search of a new place to call home.

My dad wasn't too happy about me having to change schools in the middle of the year, as it would raise too many questions that he'd have to bury since he can't risk having his reputation ruined by a "trouble making" daughter. At least not now that's he's running for senator. So he did what he's been doing for the past 14 years. Found the best academy he could lock me up in for good.

This time he chose Rosethorn Academy for Gifted Kids, which I've heard lots about. Mainly regarding how it's a elite school where extremely rich entitled parents send their spoiled bratty kids to, so that they can get on with their luxurious lives without having to worry about them for a good year. But also about how they have developed an intricate housing system that is substantially similar to Hogwarts from Harry Potter which I'm sorta excited to see.

"Make sure your clothes are straightened and your hair is patted down adequately Mencìa, your aim is to leave a good impression" says my mum walking alongside me with her back as straight and rigid as a sugar cane, nose pointed up to the sky, strolling along this unfamiliar corridor like she owns the place.

Despite initially being a mere "commoner", my mother has gained a sense of superiority over her peers when my dad chose to marry her. She is aware that most of them bad mouth her behind her back, but she could not care less because in her words "only miserable people have the time to look down on others since they aren't satisfied with what life has given them, successful people are too busy capitalising off of their success". In some ways I do admire her confidence, but sometimes I do wonder whether she's just putting up a front.

Me and her have been walking for what seemed like hours before we reached the door of the headmaster's office. "Look at me for a second" my mother says grabbing my chin and tilting my head towards her.

"Ow ma! You're hurting me" i loudly whisper , trying to not gain attention from the other passer-by's as she keeps tilting my head in every direction, closely analysing my face to detect any imperfections.

"Like I said, leaving a good impression is key" she reminds me, "Plus, you look great today, though I wish you wore something a little bit more...professional? concise?" She admits whilst simultaneously looking down at my outfit: an oversized grey hoodie with a black Metallica graphic tee underneath, a jean skirt, white slouch socks and a pair of black healed Mary Jane's.

"I think it's a pretty average outfit ma" I defensively say since I literally don't see what's wrong with it, this is literally how I dress everyday. "Exactly." she reaffirms leaving me dumbfounded as she proceeds to knock on the door.

"COME IN!" shouts a feminine voice inside the office. As we walk inside we are welcomed by a tall, slim blonde woman, standing right next to her desk. She seems to be in her mid 50's.

"You must be Mencìa Natalia Cypress" she says looking at me and holding her hand out smiling. I took it, shaking it lightly, slightly intimidated by how intensely she's gazing at me. Almost as if she was trying to uncover my deepest darkest secrets which made me wonder what she could already know about me.

"And you must be Amethyst VonDée, her guardian" she says while shaking hands with my mother

"Yes correct, it's nice to finally meet you Mrs Peregrine" she smiles, looking at her up and down whilst still maintaining a sense of elegance in her greet, which Mrs Peregrine seems to be slightly taken aback by, but she manages to quickly compose herself and greets her with the same intesity, "The pleasure is mine, why don't we all take a sit and chat for a bit" she says, guiding her hands towards the two cushioned chairs in front of her chestnut desk.

Me and my mother gladly take our sits and Mrs Peregrine joins us shortly after. "So Miss Cypress, what I have here in front of me is your curriculum from your other school" she informs us, "and by giving it a quick scan I would like to say that it's relatively impressive!" She adds, "You have an A in pretty much every subject- except for PE but we can work on that. Plus, we only look at academic subjects here and not really physical" she smiles at me reassuringly.

"Though a C isn't a bad grade so you don't have much to worry about, but..." she shifts her gaze from her computer screen to me, staring at me with so much intensity that it made me shake on my sit, anxiously waiting for the next words that were about to come out of her mouth.

"I just wanted to inform you that we do not tolerate any type misconduct here at Rosethorn" the tone of her voice changed, suddenly sounding a lot more stricter and colder, a juxtaposition of her initial sweet and reassuring voice.

My heart drops at the reminder of the past occurrences in my old school. I wanted a fresh start. I wanted to move on so badly and get away from it all. I tried forgetting every instance that had happen for my own sake, but it seems like this situation will forever keep haunting me.

"My husband has already taken care of it Mrs Peregrine so it shouldn't be an issue" my mother intervenes, probably sensing my discomfort, "Plus I am aware that he has left a rather large donation to prevent this topic from coming up again, was it not large enough? Should i refer it to him?" she adds, smugly looking at the headmaster with her head high.

I witness firsthand the colour of her face completely draining as she started frantically coughing, "No *cough* no need to result to such drastic measures, I just wanted to..." she pauses and looks at me with a tight smile "..tell Mencìa about how the academy works. I was not referring to anything in particular" she awkwardly laughs and diverts her gaze back to her computer screen.

"Shall we move onto sorting out the house you will be part of?" she utters, clapping her hands together.

I swiftly look at my mother which seems rather pleased after witnessing the headmaster literally shiver from terror at the mention of my father. Me and her both know that my father is a scary individual. Not many people are willing to go against him because of his overarching strong personality, and the faint rumours about the end that many of his competitors have met. I don't know if the rumours are true since I was never too keen on knowing how my dad handles his business, but I wouldn't be surprised if they were. He's a terryfying man.

"Okay so after our system calculated the mean of your grades, looked into your old extracurricular activities and analysed the frequency in your contribution both in class and during these clubs as well as your socio-economic status, it has suggested that the best house for you would be.... Làpis Lazzuli!" she announces excitedly, looking at me seeking for a reaction.

I give her a slight awkward smile which she seems disappointed by, probably expecting a bigger reaction from me. I have no idea about what significance the houses here hold so being put in Làpis Lazzuli doesn't really make a difference to me, I would have been content any where to be honest.

"That's perfect! That is exactly what me and her dad were hoping for!" my mum proudly exclaims, looking at me like I've just won a Nobel prize for world peace. Confused is literally an understatement for what I'm feeling right now.

"I'm very glad you're happy with the choice madame" Mrs Peregrine smiles "Mencìa, heres your timetable" she says handing me my seemingly packed schedule "and your designated uniform should have been delivered to your room by now, so when you go check it out it should be placed on your bed. If it's not, do not hesitate to ring front desk and they'll sort it out for you"

I nod feeling slightly light headed. It's done. It's over. I've been enrolled and now i'm officially a Rosethorne student. I'd be lying if i said that my heart didn't feel like it was literally about to jump out my throat. I knew the process wasn't going to take long but a little part in me hoped that this meeting would have lasted longer, or at least long enough for me to familiarise myself with the idea of frequenting a school where hopefully no one knew me. And i was going to make that my priority. I have to keep myself anomymous no matter what.

I pick my bag up from the ground where it was slouched against one of the legs of the desk and make my way outside the office alongside my mother.

"That was a succesful meeting, i'll make sure to refer everything back to your father, he'll be very pleased to hear that you made it into Lapis house" she says, looking at me ecstatic. I scoff, knowing that if she was refering to my dad, as in THE Lucious Santana then he most likely wouldn't have cared. He doesn't tend to mingle with my affairs, all he cares about is his "empire".

"What the hell is the deal with this Lapus Lozzuli house?" i frown perplexed, "It's LÀPIS LAZZULI, not Lupas Luzzoli or whatever language you just spoke right now" she corrects me "Plus, only the best of the best get accepted into that house. Think about every politician or successful business owner you know that has attended Rosethorne. They were all sorted into Làpis house. They call it the house of the 0.1 percentile" she triumphaly says, making a grand gesture with her arms to emphasise the significance of her statement "Because being in that house will guarantee you a prime spot amongst the elites of the population the second you're out of here".

I nod as i sign of understanding to cut the conversation short. I tuned out whatever she was saying the second she started talking about politicians and all that rubbish, i have bigger things to worry about, like what the uniform is gonna look like on me and how fast i'll be able change and walk to third period english literature to be able to get there before everyone else. The last thing i want right now is to have an entire group of post pubescent teenagers wonder where the fuck i came from just because i chose to appear at a more appropriate time.

                                                                                   

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"Oh wow..." my mother says dumfounded by the large building that was currently facing us. "Oh wow indeed madre..." i reply being equally as dumbfounded as she was. The female dormitory is rather magnificient to say the least.

It's a slate grey brick building with a charcoal clay & concrete tile roof. The massive burgundy entrance door was shadowed by a vast ashen staircase in the same opaque shade as the building. The walkway was drowned by white pebbles that composed an ironically smooth path of gravel that flawlessly complimented the walls' colour, and the dormitory was surrounded by a perfectly trimmed bush that fenced the structure. Directly infront of it, in the centre of the expansive walkway, a bronze fountain stood, with a statue of a supposedly faceless woman holding a withering rose against her chest.

I make my way up the stairs clutching the ends of my jean skirt  so tightly to avoid flashing anyone behind me and just to have something to hold because i genuenly don't know what to do with myself. The anxiety is eating me alive.

We make it through the entrance and are welcomed by a spacious hall, illuminated by an enormous crystal gold chandelier perfectly cascading above a large mahogany desk residing right in the centre.

A brunette tanned woman is sitting infront of a silver large screen behind the desk, loudly tapping away on her minuture iMac keyboard. She looked up once she heard us walking towards her and stood to greet us warmily "Hello! Nice to meet you both, i'm Faith" she said shaking both mine and my mother's hands. "You must be Mencìa" she looked at me with a bright smile "I was expecting you", she said whilst walking behind her desk and coming back round to where me and my mum are standing with a set of keys in her hands. She hands me the keys and i notice the large golden 77 engraved in the blue leather keychain attached to them.

"You will be residing in our solo suites on the third floor as requested by your father" i exhale, being glad that for once my dad cared enough to actually listen to me. I wouldn't have minded sharing a room with another student if it weren't for the special circumstances i'm currently in.

After all, i did have a roomate in my old school but unfortunately it didn't go as well as I planned...

I begged my father to request for a single room by myself, and i didn't think he was actually listening to me that day since he seemed to be a lot more captivated by contents on his work computer rather than his literal offspring standing in front of him begging for her life. I guess this time he actually acknowledged me.

"The elevators are this way" Faith points to her left towards the end the corridor where three silvery metallic doors were sitting against a brick wall next to each other. "Your suitcases should have been taken up to your room by now so don't you worry about them. Do call me if there's any concerns" she lastly says before returning back to her sit.

We made our way up to the third floor and found my room in no time, being that it was the only room at the very end of the corridor. There weren't many students around, as i recall noticing that the only people present in the bulding when i first walked in were Faith the receptionist and the tall security guard next to the entrance.

I figure that everyone must be in their respective classes right now hence the current sinister emptiness of the corridors.

"Okay brace yourself for disaster, we're here!!" my mother squeales excited. I grip onto the handle and open the door at a painfully slow pace with my breath hitched, expecting the worse even though it's probably just going to be an average sized empty room and I'm just overreacting.

The door opens all the way and we're met with a beautifully lighted spacious bedroom. The walls are pearly white with a pinkish undertone that I'm yet to determine whether it's due to the sunlight reflecting onto the majestic diamond chandelier in the dead centre of the ceiling, or if it's simply just the paint.

The floor is covered by a light grey carpet that I adore since I prefer walking around my room shoe less. A double bed rests upon a little round platform (also covered by the grey carpet) directly in front of the door. Its headboard is a silvery crushed velvet material. On the left side, two massive windows allow the sunlight outside to naturally light up the room, and a white couch with two fuchsia cushions sits underneath them.

A white mahogany desk resides on the right side of the room, between two doors. One leads to the en-suite bathroom and the other one leads to the walk-in closet. My suitcases were left in the middle of my room.

"I gotta admit this is much better than I expected" I say satisfied with what I was given. I'm not too sure whether it was my dad's doing or if these are just what the standard single rooms look like, but I'm happy nonetheless. I can't wait to decorate it.

"Your dad really outdid himself this time. That couch is fabulous! We need one in our bedroom" my mum says, pacing around the room inspecting the surroundings.

"What do you mean by 'dad outdid himself'? Did he remodel the room?!" I ask anxiously. I mean, I did request for a single room and it is indeed quite nice but I don't wanna receive any special treatments in case it brings too much attention. I would've been fine with anything.

"Not necessarily...but he did replace the original bed with the current one and he also got you the couch" she explains "plus the chandelier was my doing! Do you like it?" she looks at me hopeful, waiting for my response.

"It was a nice touch, I love it! Thanks mum" I say embracing her lovingly. A bit extra? Yes.

But what can I do. That's just how my mother shows her love for me every so often, especially since she doesn't get to do so in public anyway.

"You're welcome tesoro~" she replies hugging me back. I end our embrace and walk towards my bed where my uniform is sitting: An almost black navy blue blazer with 2 golden buttons, a blue and grey plaid bow tie with a big blue gem on the knot,  a plaid pleated skirt of the same colour of the bow tie, and a complementary black gilet sweater that I'm guessing is for when the weather is colder.

"Do you need any help unpacking Mencià? Because I can stay for longer if you need me to" my mother asks me with a look of worry on her face.

"No thanks mum. I'm gonna go off to my first lesson soon so I'm probably not gonna unpack right now. Plus it'll give me something to do this evening so I should be fine" I tell her, smiling reassuringly.

"If you say so then I'll be taking my leave. Don't forget to call me tonight once you're back from your classes and don't even think about shortening your skirt Mencià..." she beings rambling as I start pushing her towards the door. Once she starts she'll never end.

"... and wear tights! And I'm not talking about those fishnets you're hiding in your suitcase. You thought I didn't see them huh?!" she carries on, "yeah mum I won't don't worry" I respond exasperated trying to cease her blathering.

"Also..." we're at the door now and she's finally stopped her rambling session. She's looking at me now, worry back on her face "Don't forget that we're always here for you. Your dad may not show it often but he loves you very much" A saddened look replaces the look of worry as she begins stroking my left cheek with her thumb

"You've gone through a lot of hardships but this is your chance to start over. Don't think about the past anymore and focus on building a new future. A future that you desire" she says, smiling at me reassuringly.

"Thanks for the advice madre~" i force a smile in an attempt to hide the tears that are about to spill out my eyes. Goodbyes are  never easy, no matter how frequently they happen. I've gradually adapted to not being at home often being that I grew up going to various boarding schools, but this time it's different. It feels different.

"Please thank dad on my behalf for the bed and the couch" I say giving her one last hug. "I will~" she replies. We end our embrace and she gives me one last look before taking her leave.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"Gosh~ spero di essermi portata tutto..."(I hope I brought everything I need) I mumble underneath my breath.

After mopping around my room for 30 minutes trying to figure out how to make my uniform look less dull, I finally left. I know I promised mum that I wouldn't wear the fishnets but I had no choice. I tried to add a little bit of me to my uniform by slightly shortening the skirt and wearing black fishnets with platform doc martens. Everything else is normal.

Third period starts in 45 minutes meaning that I still have time to get to my English classroom and settle in before the other students start swarming in.

Luckily I'm not experiencing much difficulty in finding the room thanks to the map of the school Faith gave on my way out, though I've noticed that the stares have increased and I'm starting to feel slightly anxious again.

Earlier today, I had thought that the reason why everyone was looking at me was because I was literally walking alongside my mother hence people figured that I was new and were just curious. But now I'm all by myself yet others are still staring at me, specifically at my neck, and whispering things underneath their breath to their friends if they're walking in duos or groups.

I'm trying to shake it off, but I'm finding it difficult to not think that they could know something. I feel like if I don't get out of here right now I'm going to start hyperventilating, which i absolutely need to avoid.

I begin rushing to find my classroom so I can seat down and stabilise my breath before everyone else gets there. After searching the hallway on the second floor for what seemed like an eternity, I finally find.

I go to open the door but I stop due to the unknown voices I'm hearing coming from inside. No one should be here yet, class literally starts in about 30 minutes then why am I hearing people inside?

"Have you not learnt your lesson yet? Must I remind you who you are again or are you gonna come to your senses?" says a male voice in a threatening but oddly calm voice followed by a loud bang and a weak mewl possibly coming from a second person in the room. I jolt as I take a step back thinking about whether I should just go back to my room and return at a more appropriate time.

"I-I-I-m s-s-s-orry. I won't do it a-a-gain. I must have lost my mind" pleaded someone with a shaky voice. Another loud bang occurs and this time a high pitched shriek of pain erupts from someone in that room. "You think sorry will cut it? How dare a parasite like you look at me" says the voice I heard at the beginning with a slightly more aggressive tone.

I can't stay here any longer. I'm not entirely sure about what's going on in there but what I'm sure about is that i don't want to be the next target. As I go to take my leave I suddenly come face to face with a girl who's seemingly been standing behind me for a while looking at me with what could only be deciphered as curiosity.

Since she hasn't uttered a word I choose to quietly keep moving. I'm not a fan of small talk as I fear awkwardness and I want to avoid it at all costs.

"Old money or new money?" the girl suddenly asks. I stop dead in my tracks, "I see you're Lapìs house so I'm assuming old money correct?" she insists after noticing my lack of response, "or...don't tell me you're social care!" she loudly whispers.

I look at her confused not entirely sure what to say. "How did you know I was Lapìs house?" I ask her the first question that popped into my mind.

She points at my neck and chuckles "Your bow tie. The gem in the middle is blue. Since you didn't know that then my assumptions were correct" she states proudly "You're new. That explains why I've never seen you around" she says, taking a step closer.

"My name is Aiura Yamaha but you can call me Yuri, nice to meet you" she triumphantly announces with a big bright smile revelling her perfectly curated white teeth. I nod and smile back introducing myself also but with a lot less energy "Nice to meet you, my name's Mencià".

She takes my hand and frantically shakes it, smile still wide and bright. Now that I'm taking a proper look at her I gotta admit that she's relatively beautiful. Her hair is dirty blonde styled in a pompous half up half down hairdo. Her skin is tanned and shiny emulating the reincarnation of what it means to be "baciata dal sole" (sun-kissed).

She's only wearing a white shirt with the first three buttons undone showing her prominent cleavage. Her bow tie is sitting lose around her neck, her skirt ends just below her bum and her thick white leg warmers rest on top of her black platform crocs decorated with a variety of random charms.

Her alternative way of dressing is a complete juxtaposition of her sweet innocent face. Her eyes are emphasised by the thick white eyeliner on her water line and the heavy nose contour gives her nose a more dainty and petite look.

"You didn't answer my question though" Aiura says, smile slightly faltering. I look at her clueless as I genuinely don't remember "Are you old money or new money?" she asks as I'm reminded of the set of questions she began her introduction with.  She stares at me with much more intensity waiting for my response

"I-I don't know, what does that mean?" I ask trying to sound as calm as possible but failing miserably. For some reason I feel like saying the wrong answer will only lead to the possible future trouble I'm so desperately trying to avoid. I should've just kept walking. I don't know why I stopped to interact with her.

"Wait...you don't know?!" she looks at me in disbelief with her mouth agape and her pupils about to pop out of their sockets. Was I supposed to?

I slowly shake my head wary of her next response. "When did you start?" she asks me incredulous, "today..." I whisper looking behind her in search of an escape from this situation. I'm still very unsure about where this conversation is heading.

"Ohhh! In that case, let me give you a brief rundown of how things work in this school. But not here, follow me!" she grabs my arm catching me by surprise and begins hurriedly pulling me away.

With a struggle, I'm able to snatch my arm away from her surprisingly tight grip. Her head snaps back to face me again, but something's different. Her face is flushed and she keeps glancing at the door of my English class. "You really can't be here Mencià. Or at least not now. You need to come with me" she says in a panicked tone.

"But where are we goi-"

"Just come!" Aiura snaps grabbing my arm once more and dragging me away again. My intuition is telling me that following her may be the best option for me right now. I don't ask any further questions and i let her guide me down the hallway.

Suddenly, I hear the door of my English class swing open as we're nearing the end of the hallway. I try to look behind me to catch a peek of the person (or people) that was causing all that ruckus. All I'm able to see is a tall, slightly slender silhouette with jet black wavy hair before Aiura takes a corner and my view get obstructed by the wall.

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Me picturing myself as the person performing the song. Whether boy or girl best believe in my head i'm eating it up with the vocals and the choreo 🤞

i love listening to MUSIC!!!!!! and imagining things happening

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ʙʀɪᴇꜰ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ <3

-ˏˋ⋆ ᴡ ᴇ ʟ ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ᴇ ⋆ˊˎ-

☁︎ ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕤: She/Her

☁︎𝔸𝕘𝕖: 20

☁︎𝔹𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕤: BTS- Jungkook, Yoongi * TXT- Yeonjun, Beomgyu * SVT- S.Coups, Minghao * SKZ- Lee Know, Hyunjin

I write silly little stories about random Kpop men I'm extremely attracted to #imjustagirl 🤞

I have a page on Wattpad where i posted the first chapter of a fanfiction I've been working on for like a year (It's called "The Academy for Soulless Dolls" y'all should check it out fr if you're into dark academia), but unfortunately it only has like 9 views and i think 7 of those views are from me lmao.

So I'm probably gonna post it here alongside other little stories i come up with, some may be long some may be short.

Also i need moots so dont hesitate to hit me up <3