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A Drive to Remember

Synopsis: A casual drive home turns into a whirlwind of passion and desire as you and Bada explore the undeniable chemistry between you, culminating in a kiss that ignites a newfound love.

Word Count: 2.7K

The dance studio buzzed with energy as you made your way through the crowded room, the sound of music filling the air like a symphony of dreams. Dancers twirled and spun, their movements fluid and graceful, each step a testament to their passion and dedication.

You had been working tirelessly on a new choreography, pouring your heart and soul into every movement, every beat of the music. It was a labor of love, a creation that you hoped would captivate audiences and leave them breathless with its beauty and power.

As you watched the dancers rehearse, a sense of pride swelled within you. They moved with such precision and grace, each step a testament to their talent and dedication. And amidst the sea of swirling bodies, there was one dancer who caught your eye – Bada.

She moved with a grace and fluidity that took your breath away, her movements a mesmerizing blend of strength and elegance. It was as if she was born to dance, her body moving in perfect harmony with the music, each step executed with precision and finesse.

"Wow," you breathed, unable to tear your eyes away from her mesmerizing performance. There was something about Bada that drew you in, a magnetic pull that tugged at your heartstrings and left you longing for more.

A voice beside you chuckled softly, and you turned to see your friend Ling grinning at you. "I see you've got your eye on Bada," she teased, nudging you playfully.

You blushed furiously, trying to play it cool. "I-I just admire her talent, that's all," you stammered, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

Ling raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Uh-huh, sure you do," she said, a knowing glint in her eye. "Well, you better make your move soon before someone else snatches her up."

As Ling walked away, you couldn't shake the feeling of butterflies in your stomach. Maybe she was right – maybe it was time to take a chance and see where this newfound attraction would lead.

The rest of the rehearsal passed in a blur, your mind consumed with thoughts of Bada and the undeniable chemistry you shared. And as the dancers dispersed for the evening, you found yourself lingering in the studio, unable to tear yourself away from the memory of her graceful movements.

As you stood there, lost in thought, you heard footsteps approaching from behind. You turned to see Bada standing there, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Hey," she said softly, her voice like music to your ears.

"Hey," you replied, feeling a rush of excitement coursing through your veins.

Bada stepped closer, her eyes searching yours with a mixture of curiosity and warmth. "I couldn't help but notice you watching me during rehearsal," she said, a hint of playfulness in her tone.

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but you couldn't deny the truth of her words. "I-I couldn't help it," you admitted, feeling a surge of bravery coursing through you. "You're an incredible dancer, Bada. You have this...this energy about you that's just...mesmerizing."

Bada's smile widened at your words, and you felt a flutter of anticipation in your chest. Maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something special – a love story written in the stars, destined to unfold in ways you never thought possible.

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As the days turned into weeks, you found yourself drawn to Bada like a moth to a flame. Every interaction with her left you feeling alive, buzzing with excitement and anticipation for what the future might hold. And as you spent more time together, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something between you – something electric and undeniable.

It started innocently enough – casual conversations in the studio, shared laughter over lunch, stolen glances across the dance floor. But with each passing day, the connection between you and Bada grew stronger, until it felt like there was an invisible thread tying your hearts together.

You tried to ignore it at first, telling yourself that it was just a fleeting attraction – a passing fancy that would soon fade away. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, you couldn't deny the truth any longer – you were falling for Bada, hard and fast.

It was a realization that both thrilled and terrified you. Thrilled because you had never felt this way about anyone before, and terrified because you had no idea how Bada felt in return. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if your confession ruined your friendship and destroyed everything you had worked so hard to build?

But despite your fears, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something between you and Bada – something worth exploring, worth fighting for. And so, you made a decision – a decision to lay your heart on the line and see where this newfound attraction would lead.

It was a decision that would change everything.

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The dance studio was alive with energy as you and Bada worked together on a new choreography, the music pulsing through the speakers as you moved in perfect harmony. It was moments like these that made you feel alive – the rush of adrenaline, the thrill of creation, the undeniable chemistry between you and Bada.

As you danced together, you couldn't help but notice the way Bada's eyes sparkled with excitement, the way her smile lit up her face with a radiant glow. It was as if she was truly in her element, lost in the music and the movement, her passion shining through in every step.

"You're amazing," you murmured, unable to tear your eyes away from her mesmerizing performance.

Bada grinned at you, her cheeks flushed with exertion. "Thanks, but I couldn't do it without you," she replied, her voice soft and sincere.

You felt a surge of warmth flood your chest at her words, a sense of pride swelling within you. It was moments like these that made you realize just how much you admired and respected Bada – not just as a dancer, but as a person.

And as the two of you danced together, lost in the music and the movement, you couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy and connection that went beyond words. It was as if you were communicating on a deeper level – a level that transcended the physical and touched the very essence of your souls.

But amidst the joy and excitement of the moment, there was also an undercurrent of tension – a tension that you couldn't ignore no matter how hard you tried. It was as if the air crackled with electricity whenever you and Bada were together, a palpable energy that left you breathless with anticipation.

And as you stole glances at each other across the dance floor, you couldn't help but wonder if Bada felt it too – if she sensed the same magnetic pull that drew you to her like a moth to a flame. It was a question that weighed heavily on your mind, filling you with both hope and trepidation as you danced through the night together.

But for now, you pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the exhilaration of the moment. Because in that moment, as you and Bada moved together in perfect harmony, nothing else mattered – not the doubts, not the fears, not the uncertainties that lay ahead.

All that mattered was the here and now – the music, the movement, and the undeniable connection that bound you and Bada together in a dance of love and passion. And as you danced together under the watchful gaze of the stars, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would face it together – with love, laughter, and a bond that could never be broken.

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As the days passed, the tension between you and Bada continued to grow, the unspoken attraction simmering just beneath the surface. It was a feeling that both thrilled and terrified you, leaving you unsure of how to proceed.

But amidst the uncertainty, there was one thing you were certain of – your feelings for Bada were stronger than ever, and you couldn't shake the feeling that she felt the same way. And so, you made a decision – a decision to lay your heart on the line and see where this newfound attraction would lead.

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It was a warm summer evening when Bada approached Ling, her heart pounding in her chest as she gathered her courage. She had been wrestling with her feelings for you for weeks, unsure of how to proceed. But now, as she stood before Ling, she knew that she couldn't keep her emotions bottled up any longer.

"Ling, can I talk to you for a moment?" Bada asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Ling looked up from her phone, a curious expression on her face. "Of course, Bada. What's on your mind?"

Bada took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. "It's about Y/N," she began, her voice hesitant. "I...I think I might have feelings for her."

Ling's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly recovered, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I thought as much," she replied, her tone teasing. "You and Y/N have been dancing around each other for weeks now. It's about time one of you made a move."

Bada blushed furiously, feeling a surge of embarrassment wash over her. "I-I just don't know how she feels about me," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ling reached out to squeeze Bada's hand gently, a reassuring smile on her face. "Don't worry, Bada. I'm sure Y/N feels the same way about you," she said, her voice filled with confidence. "But if you want to be sure, why not ask her out on a date?"

Bada's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, her mind racing with possibilities. Could it really be that simple? Could she just ask you out and hope for the best?

As she pondered Ling's words, a sense of determination washed over her. She had spent far too long hiding her feelings, afraid of what might happen if she let her guard down. But now, with Ling's encouragement, she knew that it was time to take a chance – to lay her heart on the line and see where this newfound attraction would lead.

And so, with a newfound sense of purpose, Bada set out to plan the most romantic date she could imagine – a date that would capture the essence of her feelings for you and leave no doubt in your mind about her intentions.

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It was a crisp autumn evening when you received a text message from Bada, inviting you to meet her at your favorite café for a special surprise. Intrigued, you eagerly accepted, your heart fluttering with anticipation as you made your way to the designated meeting spot.

As you arrived at the café, you were greeted by the sight of Bada sitting at a secluded table near the window, a warm smile on her face. She looked radiant, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she beckoned you over.

"Hey there, stranger," she greeted, her voice soft and inviting. "I'm so glad you could make it."

You returned her smile, feeling a surge of affection wash over you. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," you replied, taking a seat opposite her.

Bada's smile widened at your words, and for a moment, the two of you simply sat in comfortable silence, savoring the moment. But as the minutes ticked by, a sense of anticipation filled the air, leaving you both on edge with excitement.

And then, just as you were about to ask what the surprise was, Bada reached into her bag and pulled out a small velvet box, her hands trembling slightly.

"I-I have something for you," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the box, your mind racing with possibilities. Could it be what you thought it was? Could Bada be about to ask you the question you had been longing to hear?

With trembling hands, you reached out and took the box from her, your fingers brushing against hers in a moment of electrifying intimacy. And as you opened the box and saw what was inside, your breath caught in your throat – a delicate ring, glittering in the soft glow of the café lights.

"I-I know we've been dancing around each other for weeks now, unsure of how to proceed," Bada began, her voice trembling with emotion. "But I can't ignore the way I feel about you any longer, Y/N. I love you, more than words can say, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"

Tears welled up in your eyes at her heartfelt confession, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude. "Yes, Bada," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "Yes, a thousand times yes."

And as the two of you sealed your newfound love with a tender kiss, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would face it together – with love, laughter, and a bond that could never be broken.

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The sun dipped low on the horizon as you stepped out of the dance studio, your muscles aching from a long day of rehearsals. But despite the exhaustion weighing heavily on your limbs, your spirits soared at the thought of spending the evening with Bada.

As you made your way to the parking lot, you spotted her waiting for you by her luxurious car, the sleek lines of the vehicle gleaming in the fading light. She leaned against the car, a playful smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she watched you approach.

"Hey there, gorgeous," she greeted, her voice husky with desire. "Ready for a ride?"

You felt a flush of warmth spread through you at her words, a rush of excitement coursing through your veins. "Always," you replied, unable to tear your eyes away from her captivating gaze.

As you settled into the passenger seat, Bada slid into the driver's seat beside you, her eyes focused on the road ahead. The silence between you was comfortable, filled with the promise of what was to come.

But as you stole glances at each other, you couldn't help but notice the tension crackling in the air, a palpable energy that left you breathless with anticipation. And when Bada's hand brushed against your thigh, you felt a jolt of electricity shoot through you, igniting a fire deep within your soul.

You chuckled softly at her sudden shyness, unable to resist the urge to tease her. "What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?" you teased, your voice laced with affection.

Bada blushed furiously at your playful banter, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I-I just...I didn't mean to," she stammered, her words trailing off into a nervous mumble.

But before she could say another word, you reached out and took her hand, placing it back on your thigh. You crossed your legs, pressing her hand firmly between them, relishing the warmth of her touch against your skin.

"B-baby, what are you doing?" Bada stammered, her eyes wide with surprise.

You grinned wickedly, your heart pounding with excitement. "Just enjoying the ride," you replied, your voice dripping with seduction.

Bada's cheeks flushed even deeper at your boldness, her heart racing with desire. And as you leaned in to press a soft kiss to her cheek, she couldn't help but feel a surge of longing wash over her.

But then, without warning, Bada pulled the car over to the side of the road, her eyes dark with desire as she turned to face you. And before you could react, she captured your lips in a searing kiss that left you breathless and dizzy with desire.

It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion – a moment that seemed to stretch on for eternity as you lost yourselves in each other's embrace. And as the world faded away around you, all that mattered was the electrifying connection between you and Bada – a connection that could never be denied.

And as you finally pulled away, gasping for breath, you knew that this was just the beginning of your journey together – a journey filled with love, laughter, and a bond that would last a lifetime.

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A Stirring Connection

Synopsis:In a cozy café, Y/N's daily routine is infused with unexpected encounters and the aroma of brewing romance with barista Jennie, leading to a captivating fairground date.

Word Count:2.4K

Requested by anonymous

The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans filled the air as you stepped into the quaint little café on the corner of Maple Street. It was a bustling morning, with people coming and going, their voices blending together in a symphony of laughter and chatter.

You made your way to the counter, where a cheerful barista with a bright smile greeted you. Her name tag read "Jennie," and her eyes sparkled with warmth and friendliness as she took your order.

"Good morning! What can I get for you today?" Jennie asked, her voice as smooth as velvet.

You glanced up at the menu board, scanning the array of options before settling on your usual. "I'll have a caramel latte, please," you said, flashing her a polite smile.

Jennie nodded, her fingers flying over the espresso machine with practiced ease as she expertly prepared your drink. As you watched her work, you couldn't help but admire the way she moved – with grace and precision, as if each movement was a carefully choreographed dance.

Before long, your drink was ready, and Jennie handed it to you with a smile. "Here you go! One caramel latte, just the way you like it," she said, her eyes sparkling with pride.

You thanked her and took a sip, savoring the rich, creamy flavor as it danced across your taste buds. It was perfect, just as you had come to expect from this little café.

As you made your way to a table near the window, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something special about Jennie – something that set her apart from the other baristas you had encountered in your daily routine. There was a warmth and sincerity in her smile that made you feel instantly at ease, as if you had known her for years instead of mere minutes.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed the arrival of another customer at the counter – a young woman with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and a playful grin on her lips. She leaned against the counter, her gaze fixed on Jennie with an intensity that caught you off guard.

"Hey, Jennie," the woman said, her voice teasing. "Got a minute?"

Jennie glanced up from her work, her smile widening at the sight of the newcomer. "Hey, Jisoo! What can I do for you?" she asked, her tone warm and welcoming.

Jisoo shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes never leaving Jennie's face. "Just thought I'd drop by and say hi. And maybe grab a coffee while I'm at it," she said, flashing Jennie a playful grin.

Jennie laughed, her laughter like music to your ears as she reached for a cup. "Coming right up! What'll it be today?"

As you watched the two of them banter back and forth, a pang of jealousy shot through you like a bolt of lightning. You couldn't explain it – after all, you had only just met Jennie – but something about the easy camaraderie between her and Jisoo made you feel oddly possessive.

Shaking off the feeling, you turned your attention back to your drink, taking another sip as you tried to push the irrational thoughts from your mind. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something between Jennie and Jisoo – something more than just friendship.

Little did you know, this chance encounter would be the beginning of a journey that would change your life in ways you never thought possible.

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The weeks passed in a blur of coffee dates and stolen glances, each encounter with Jennie leaving you more captivated than the last. But as much as you enjoyed your time together, there was a nagging sense of unease that lingered in the back of your mind – the feeling that you were teetering on the edge of something monumental, yet unsure of how to take the next step.

It was during one particularly busy afternoon at the café that things began to change. You were seated at your usual table near the window, nursing your usual caramel latte, when you noticed a familiar face enter the café – none other than Jennie's best friend, Jisoo.

Jisoo made her way to the counter, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. A mischievous twinkle danced in her eyes as she sauntered over to your table, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is," she said, her voice teasing.

You couldn't help but smile at her playful demeanor. "Hey, Jisoo. What brings you here today?" you asked, gesturing for her to take a seat.

Jisoo shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes flickering over to where Jennie stood behind the counter. "Oh, you know. Just thought I'd drop by and say hi. And maybe grab a coffee while I'm at it," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

You chuckled at her playful antics, but couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more behind her visit. "So, how's it going?" you asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

Jisoo shrugged again, a sly smile playing at her lips. "Oh, you know. Same old, same old. Just trying to keep Jennie on her toes," she said, her voice filled with mischief.

You raised an eyebrow inquisitively, sensing that there was more to her words than met the eye. "What do you mean?" you asked, unable to contain your curiosity.

Jisoo leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Let's just say, I've noticed the way you two look at each other. And I think it's high time someone did something about it," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, a rush of excitement coursing through you at the possibility of what she was suggesting. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jisoo grinned knowingly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I mean, it's obvious that you're into Jennie. And I think she's into you too. So why don't you ask her out already?" she said, her voice filled with playful encouragement.

You felt a flush of warmth spread across your cheeks at the suggestion, your heart pounding in your chest at the thought of taking things to the next level with Jennie. But despite your excitement, there was still a lingering sense of doubt that held you back.

"I don't know, Jisoo. What if she doesn't feel the same way? What if I make a fool of myself?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

Jisoo's expression softened, a look of understanding passing between you. "Look, I can't promise you that everything will work out perfectly. But I do know one thing – you'll never know unless you try," she said, her voice gentle but firm.

And with those words ringing in your ears, you made a decision – a decision to take a chance on love, no matter what the outcome may be.

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The weeks passed with you growing increasingly fond of Jennie. Each visit to the café felt like a small adventure, filled with witty banter and stolen glances. But despite the budding connection between you, there was an unspoken tension lingering in the air, a silent question waiting to be answered.

Jisoo, Jennie's best friend, seemed to have noticed the spark between you and Jennie. She often teased Jennie about her crush on a certain customer, sending knowing looks in your direction whenever you came in.

One day, as you sat at your usual table, Jisoo approached with a mischievous glint in her eye. "So, Y/N, have you asked Jennie out yet?" she asked, her voice filled with playful teasing.

You felt a flush creep up your cheeks at her bold question, but you couldn't deny the truth of her words. "Um, not yet. I'm still working up the courage," you admitted, your voice tinged with nervousness.

Jisoo grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, you better hurry up before someone else snatches her up," she teased, her tone light but filled with meaning.

You chuckled nervously at her words, feeling a surge of determination welling up inside you. Maybe it was time to take a chance, to see if there was something more between you and Jennie.

The next time you visited the café, you made a decision. Today was the day you would finally ask Jennie out on a date. With a determined resolve, you approached the counter where Jennie was working, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Hey, Jennie. Can I talk to you for a moment?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the nerves coursing through you.

Jennie looked up from her task, a warm smile lighting up her face. "Of course, Y/N. What's on your mind?" she replied, her tone gentle and inviting.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking. "Well, um... I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometime. Like, on a date?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jennie's eyes widened in surprise at your words, her cheeks flushing pink at your confession. "Oh, wow. I... I don't know what to say," she stammered, clearly caught off guard by your boldness.

You felt a pang of anxiety grip your chest at her hesitation, fearing that you had overstepped your bounds. But then, to your relief, a slow smile spread across Jennie's face, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

"I would love to go out with you," she said, her voice soft but sincere. "I've been hoping you'd ask me."

A rush of relief flooded through you at her words, a weight lifting from your shoulders as you realized that she felt the same way. "Really? You mean it?" you asked, unable to contain your excitement.

Jennie nodded, her smile growing wider by the second. "Of course I mean it. I've been waiting for you to make a move," she replied, her voice filled with playful teasing.

You couldn't help but laugh at her words, feeling a surge of happiness bubbling up inside you at the thought of what was to come. "Well, in that case, how about we go out this Friday? There's a local fair in town, and I thought it might be fun," you suggested, your heart racing with anticipation.

Jennie's eyes lit up at the suggestion, her excitement mirroring your own. "That sounds perfect. I can't wait," she said, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

And with that, the two of you made plans for your upcoming date, your hearts brimming with excitement and anticipation. As you left the café that day, a sense of joy washed over you, knowing that you had taken a chance on love and that, just maybe, it had paid off.

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Friday evening arrived with a sense of anticipation hanging in the air. You stood outside the entrance to the fairgrounds, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for Jennie to arrive. It felt like an eternity before you caught sight of her approaching, a smile spreading across your face at the sight of her.

"Hey there, stranger," she said, her voice warm and inviting as she reached your side. "Sorry I'm late. Traffic was a nightmare."

You shook your head, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Don't worry about it. I'm just glad you're here," you replied, your voice filled with genuine affection.

Jennie smiled back, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she took in the sights and sounds of the fairgrounds. "So, what's first on the agenda?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

You grinned, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through you at the thought of spending the evening with her. "Well, I thought we could start with a ride on the Ferris wheel. It has the best view of the city," you suggested, gesturing towards the towering attraction in the distance.

Jennie's eyes lit up at the suggestion, her excitement palpable. "That sounds amazing. Let's go!" she exclaimed, taking your hand in hers as the two of you made your way towards the ride.

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As you and Jennie continued your date, exploring the various attractions at the fair, you found yourself lost in the magic of the moment. The air was filled with the sound of laughter and the scent of cotton candy, and for once, all of your worries seemed to fade away.

As the evening wore on, you found yourselves drawn closer together, your hands brushing against each other's as you navigated the crowded pathways. There was an undeniable electricity between you, a magnetic pull that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.

And then, as the night sky was painted with a myriad of colors from the fireworks display, Jennie turned to you with a serious expression, her eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

"You want me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, the weight of her words sinking in.

Jennie giggled at your bewildered expression, her laughter like music to your ears. "That's what I'm saying," she replied, her tone light but sincere.

You paused for a moment, the warmth of her gaze washing over you like a gentle wave. "How... But... What did I do?" you stammered, your mind racing with confusion.

Jennie shrugged nonchalantly, a playful twinkle in her eye. "I don't know," she said. "I just think that we'd be a good us."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you gazed at her, a rush of emotion swelling in your chest. "We'd be a wonderful us," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

And then, without another word, you leaned in to press a tender kiss to Jennie's lips, the world falling away around you as you lost yourself in the sweetness of the moment. It felt like an eternity before you finally pulled away, a shy smile playing at the corners of your lips as you gazed into Jennie's eyes.

"Wow," Jennie whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "That was... amazing."

You nodded, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you at the sight of her smile. "Yeah, it was," you replied, your voice filled with genuine affection.

And as the two of you continued your date, sharing laughs and creating memories together, you knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together. And as you walked hand in hand through the fairgrounds, your heart overflowing with love and happiness, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, you would always be happy.

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Behind the Glamour

Synopsis: In the dazzling world of entertainment, Y/N, a makeup artist, navigates secrecy and jealousy while dating actress Jisoo. Can their love survive the spotlight?

As a makeup artist in the bustling world of entertainment, you had seen it all – the glitz, the glamour, and the drama that came with it. But nothing could have prepared you for the whirlwind romance that had swept you off your feet and into the arms of Jisoo, one of the most talented actresses in the industry.

It all started innocently enough – a chance encounter on the set of a music video shoot, where you had been hired to do makeup for the cast. From the moment you laid eyes on Jisoo, you were captivated by her beauty and grace, her infectious laughter filling the room with warmth and joy.

But it wasn't just her looks that drew you to her – it was her kindness, her intelligence, and her unwavering dedication to her craft. As you worked together day after day, you found yourself falling harder and harder for her, unable to resist the magnetic pull of her presence.

And it seemed that Jisoo felt the same way, her eyes lingering on you a little longer than necessary, her smiles a little brighter whenever you were around. You tried to ignore the fluttering in your chest, telling yourself that it was just a silly crush, but deep down, you knew that it was something more.

So when Jisoo finally worked up the courage to ask you out on a date, you didn't hesitate to say yes. And from that moment on, your lives became intertwined in ways you never could have imagined.

But as thrilling as it was to be in a relationship with Jisoo, it also came with its fair share of challenges. As two public figures in the entertainment industry, you had to be careful to keep your relationship under wraps, lest it attract unwanted attention from the paparazzi and fans alike.

It wasn't easy, sneaking around behind closed doors, stealing moments of intimacy whenever you could. But for Jisoo, it was worth it – worth the risk, worth the secrecy, worth everything.

And so, you found yourself standing on the set of Jisoo's latest film, your heart pounding in your chest as you watched her prepare for her next scene. She was a vision of beauty in her costume, her hair and makeup flawless as always, her eyes sparkling with excitement and nerves.

You had just finished applying her makeup, your fingers lingering on her skin a little longer than necessary, when the director called for the actors to take their places. Jisoo shot you a grateful smile before hurrying off to join the rest of the cast, leaving you to watch from the sidelines with a mixture of pride and longing.

The scene was a pivotal moment in the film – a tender, romantic moment between Jisoo's character and her love interest, played by a handsome actor named Daniel. As the cameras rolled, you held your breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you watched the scene unfold before your eyes.

But as Jisoo and Daniel leaned in for the kiss, your stomach churned with jealousy, a pang of envy shooting through you like a bolt of lightning. You knew it was just acting, just a job, but seeing Jisoo in another man's arms made your blood boil with rage.

Your grip on your makeup brush tightened, your knuckles turning white as you fought to control your emotions. You knew you had to stay professional, to keep up appearances for the sake of Jisoo's career, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with each passing second.

As the scene came to an end, you forced yourself to relax, plastering a smile on your face as you watched Jisoo and Daniel exchange pleasantries between takes. But inside, your heart was aching, torn between the love you felt for Jisoo and the jealousy that threatened to consume you whole.

And as you watched Jisoo return to your side after the scene was finished, her eyes shining with excitement and adrenaline, you knew that you had to find a way to overcome your feelings of jealousy before they destroyed everything you had worked so hard to build.

— — — — — — — —

The days that followed were some of the most challenging of your life, as you struggled to come to terms with your feelings of jealousy and insecurity. Every time you saw Jisoo with another actor, whether on set or in public, it felt like a knife twisting in your chest, a constant reminder of your own inadequacies and shortcomings.

But despite your best efforts to push those feelings aside, they continued to plague you, festering like an open wound that refused to heal. You tried to bury yourself in your work, throwing yourself into your role as Jisoo's makeup artist with renewed fervor, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't escape the nagging voice in the back of your mind.

It wasn't until one fateful day on set that you finally reached your breaking point. Jisoo was filming a particularly emotional scene with her co-star, a talented actor named Alex, and you found yourself struggling to keep your emotions in check as you watched from the sidelines.

The scene was intense, filled with raw emotion and vulnerability, and as Jisoo and Alex locked eyes, you felt a surge of jealousy wash over you like a tidal wave. You knew it was ridiculous – that it was just acting, just a job – but try as you might, you couldn't shake the feeling that something more was going on between them.

As the cameras rolled, you felt yourself growing more and more agitated, your grip on your makeup brush tightening with each passing moment. You wanted to scream, to lash out, to demand that Jisoo stop filming and come to you, but you knew that would only make things worse.

And then, in the blink of an eye, it happened. Jisoo and Alex leaned in for the kiss, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace that sent shockwaves of pain shooting through you like a bolt of lightning.

You couldn't take it anymore. With a cry of anguish, you turned on your heel and fled from the set, tears streaming down your face as you ran blindly through the corridors of the studio.

You didn't stop until you reached the safety of your dressing room, where you collapsed onto the floor in a heap, your body wracked with sobs as you struggled to make sense of the storm raging inside you.

How had things gotten so out of control? How had you let your jealousy and insecurity drive a wedge between you and the woman you loved?

As you lay there, lost in your thoughts, a soft knock sounded at the door, followed by the sound of Jisoo's voice calling out your name.

"Y/N? Are you in there? Can I come in?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say or how to face her after your outburst. But then, with a deep breath, you nodded, steeling yourself for the confrontation to come.

The door swung open, and there she stood, a look of concern etched on her face as she rushed to your side, her arms enveloping you in a warm embrace.

"Y/N, what happened? Why did you run off like that?" she asked, her voice soft with worry.

You sniffled, wiping away your tears as you tried to find the words to explain. "I-I'm sorry, Jisoo," you stammered, your voice trembling with emotion. "I just couldn't... I couldn't watch you with him anymore. It hurt too much."

Jisoo's expression softened, her fingers gently brushing the tears from your cheeks as she leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead.

"Oh, Y/N," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "You silly goose. Don't you know that you're the only one for me? That no one else could ever take your place?"

You looked up at her, your heart swelling with love and gratitude as you realized the depth of her feelings for you. "But what about all the other actors? The kissing scenes? How can you stand it?"

Jisoo smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned in to whisper in your ear. "Because none of them mean anything to me, Y/N. They're just actors playing a role. But you... you're the only one who holds my heart in your hands."

And as you melted into her embrace, the weight of your jealousy and insecurity finally lifted from your shoulders, leaving nothing but love and devotion in its wake.

— — — — — — — —

From that day forward, things were different between you and Jisoo – in the best possible way. You no longer let jealousy and insecurity cloud your judgment, knowing now that the love you shared was strong enough to withstand any obstacle that came your way.

Sure, there were still moments of doubt and uncertainty, days when the green-eyed monster reared its ugly head and threatened to tear you apart. But each time, you and Jisoo stood together, united in your love and commitment to one another, stronger than ever before.

And as the years passed, your relationship only grew stronger, deepening with each passing day as you weathered life's ups and downs together. You laughed together, cried together, and leaned on each other for support when times got tough, knowing that as long as you had each other, you could conquer anything that came your way.

As for your career as a makeup artist, it continued to thrive, with Jisoo by your side every step of the way. Together, you worked on countless projects, from blockbuster films to high-profile photo shoots, each one a testament to your talent and dedication to your craft.

And through it all, your love for one another remained unwavering, a beacon of light in a world filled with darkness. For you and Jisoo, there was no greater joy than being together, no greater blessing than the love you shared.

And as you stood together on the set of Jisoo's latest film, her hand clasped tightly in yours, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, you would always be happy.

From that day forward, a newfound sense of freedom and trust blossomed between you and Jisoo, strengthening the bond you shared in ways you never thought possible. No longer burdened by the weight of jealousy and insecurity, you embraced each moment together with renewed passion and devotion.

One evening, after a long day on set, you found yourselves alone in Jisoo's trailer, the soft glow of the lights casting a warm, intimate atmosphere around you. As she removed her costume and makeup, you couldn't help but admire the way the light danced across her skin, illuminating her features in a soft, ethereal glow.

"You did amazing today," you said, your voice filled with genuine admiration as you watched her move about the small space.

Jisoo smiled, her eyes sparkling with gratitude as she turned to face you. "Thanks, Y/N. I couldn't have done it without you," she replied, her voice soft and sincere.

Stepping closer, you reached out to gently cup her cheek, your fingers tracing the curve of her jawline with featherlight touches. "I'm so proud of you, Jisoo. You're incredibly talented, and I'm lucky to be able to witness your brilliance every day."

Her smile widened at your words, a blush creeping into her cheeks as she leaned into your touch. "You always know just what to say, Y/N," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Leaning in, you pressed a tender kiss to her lips, savoring the warmth and sweetness of her embrace. It felt like coming home, like finding sanctuary in the arms of the one you loved most in the world.

As the kiss deepened, the world around you faded away, leaving nothing but the two of you locked in a moment of pure, unbridled passion. It was as if time itself had stopped, frozen in place as you lost yourselves in each other's embrace.

When you finally pulled away, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you gazed into Jisoo's eyes, your heart overflowing with love and affection. "I love you, Jisoo," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too, Y/N," she replied, her voice soft and tender as she pressed another kiss to your lips, sealing your love in a moment of pure bliss.

And as you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that this was just the beginning of a love story that would last a lifetime.

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Love Among the Lights

Lisa x Fem Reader

Synopsis: As CEO of Louis Vuitton, you navigate fame and love in secrecy. When your girlfriend, Lisa, stuns at LVFW24, whispers of romance ignite.

Word Count:3.6k

Your journey to becoming the CEO of Louis Vuitton was not one of luck or happenstance but rather a culmination of years of hard work, dedication, and a relentless pursuit of excellence. It all began in the bustling streets of Paris, where you were born into a family with a deep appreciation for art, culture, and fashion.

From a young age, you were fascinated by the world of design, spending hours sketching and creating your own clothing designs. It was a passion that only grew stronger with time, fueled by your insatiable curiosity and desire to leave your mark on the world.

After completing your education in business and fashion design, you set out to make your mark on the fashion industry, determined to carve out a name for yourself in a world dominated by giants. You started small, working for various fashion houses and design firms, honing your skills and learning the ins and outs of the industry.

But it wasn't long before you realized that you were destined for something greater – something that would allow you to unleash your creativity and reshape the landscape of fashion as we know it. And so, armed with nothing but a dream and a burning passion, you set out to create your own fashion empire.

— — — — — — —

Louis Vuitton was more than just a fashion brand – it was a symbol of luxury, sophistication, and timeless elegance. From its iconic monogrammed bags to its meticulously crafted ready-to-wear collections, Louis Vuitton had become synonymous with quality and craftsmanship, attracting a loyal following of fashion enthusiasts and celebrities alike.

But as you set out to take the reins of the company, you knew that you wanted to push the boundaries of traditional fashion and usher in a new era of innovation and creativity. You envisioned Louis Vuitton as more than just a luxury brand – it was to be a lifestyle, a statement of individuality and self-expression.

With this vision in mind, you set about reimagining the brand's image, infusing it with a fresh, modern aesthetic that resonated with a new generation of fashion-forward consumers. You collaborated with renowned designers and artists, pushing the boundaries of design and blurring the lines between fashion and art.

From bold, avant-garde runway shows to groundbreaking marketing campaigns, you spared no expense in bringing your vision to life, determined to cement Louis Vuitton's status as a global fashion powerhouse.

— — — — — — —

It was at one of your annual fashion shows in Paris that you first crossed paths with Jennie, the charismatic member of Blackpink whose star was on the rise. She had been invited to attend the event as a guest, her presence a testament to her growing influence in the world of fashion and entertainment.

From the moment you met, there was an instant connection between you – a shared passion for art, culture, and of course, fashion. You spent hours discussing your respective careers and aspirations, your conversation flowing effortlessly as you exchanged ideas and insights.

As the night wore on, you found yourself drawn to Jennie in a way you had never experienced before, her intelligence and charm captivating you in ways you couldn't explain. It was as though you were kindred spirits, destined to cross paths and leave an indelible mark on each other's lives.

In the days and weeks that followed, your friendship blossomed into something more, your bond deepening with each passing day. You spent countless hours together, exploring the streets of Paris and immersing yourselves in the vibrant culture of the city.

And through it all, Jennie remained a constant source of inspiration and support, encouraging you to pursue your dreams and never settle for anything less than greatness. She believed in you when no one else did, and for that, you would be forever grateful.

— — — — — — —

It was at one of Jennie's parties that you first laid eyes on Lisa, the radiant member of Blackpink whose beauty and talent had captured the hearts of millions around the world. She had recently debuted as a solo artist, her star rising higher with each passing day.

As she mingled with the other guests, her presence commanded attention, her confidence and charisma drawing people to her like moths to a flame. You found yourself captivated by her, unable to tear your eyes away as she moved gracefully through the crowd.

You waited for the perfect moment to approach her, watching as she engaged in conversation with other partygoers. When the opportunity presented itself, you made your move, stepping in to introduce yourself.

"Hi, I'm Y/N," you said, offering her a warm smile as you extended your hand.

Lisa's eyes lit up in recognition, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she shook your hand. "I know who you are," she replied, her voice soft and melodic. "You're the CEO of Louis Vuitton, right?"

You nodded, feeling a surge of pride at her recognition. "That's right," you said. "And you're Lisa from Blackpink. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The conversation flowed effortlessly between you, your words dancing like poetry as you talked about everything from music to fashion to your shared love of travel. It was as though you had known each other for years, your connection instant and undeniable.

But amidst the laughter and camaraderie, there was an undercurrent of tension between you – a silent longing that neither of you dared to acknowledge. You were both bound by the constraints of your respective careers, your relationship relegated to the shadows for fear of the consequences.

Yet, despite the risks, you couldn't deny the undeniable pull you felt towards each other – a magnetic force that drew you together with a power that defied logic and reason. And as you danced around the edges of your feelings, tiptoeing around the truth, you knew that you were falling for Lisa in a way you had never thought possible.

As the night wore on, you found yourself drawn to Lisa like a moth to a flame, unable to tear yourself away from her magnetic presence. And as you stood together on a balcony overlooking the city lights, your conversation taking on a more intimate tone, you knew that you had found someone special in Lisa – someone worth taking a chance on.

As you stood together on the balcony, the city lights twinkling below, the conversation between you and Lisa took on a more intimate tone. You found yourself opening up to her in a way you hadn't with anyone else, sharing stories and laughter as if you had known each other for years.

"So, tell me more about Louis Vuitton," Lisa said, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest. "What inspired you to become the CEO?"

You smiled, touched by her curiosity. "Well, it's always been a dream of mine to work in the fashion industry," you explained. "I've always been fascinated by the intersection of art and commerce, and Louis Vuitton represents the pinnacle of luxury and innovation."

Lisa nodded, hanging on to your every word. "That's so cool," she said. "I've always admired your work with the brand. You've really taken it to new heights."

Before you could respond, the door to the balcony swung open, and Jisoo, another member of Blackpink, stepped outside, her eyes widening in surprise as she caught sight of you and Lisa together.

"Lisa!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying across the balcony. "What are you doing out here?"

You and Lisa exchanged a knowing glance before turning to face Jisoo, trying to suppress your laughter at her over-the-top reaction.

"We're just having a little chat," Lisa replied, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Jisoo's eyes widened even further, and she gasped dramatically, clutching her chest as if she had just witnessed a scandalous affair.

"Oh my god, Lisa, are you flirting with Y/N?" she exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch as she turned to face the other members of Blackpink, who had gathered at the door to see what all the commotion was about.

"Guys, you won't believe this!" she called out, her voice tinged with mock horror. "Lisa's out here seducing the CEO of Louis Vuitton!"

The other members of Blackpink crowded onto the balcony, their eyes widening in surprise as they took in the scene before them. Rosé giggled uncontrollably, while Jennie shook her head in disbelief.

"Lisa, you little minx," Jennie teased, nudging her playfully. "I always knew you had a thing for powerful women."

Lisa rolled her eyes, but there was a playful glint in her eye as she turned to face you, her lips curling into a sly grin.

"Sorry about that," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "My friends can be a bit... dramatic."

You laughed, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you at the sight of Lisa's playful demeanor. Despite the teasing from her friends, you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her, grateful for the chance to spend this time together away from the prying eyes of the public.

As the night wore on, you and Lisa continued to talk and laugh together, the tension between you dissipating with each passing moment. And as you stood together on the balcony, surrounded by the laughter and camaraderie of your friends, you knew that this was just the beginning of something special between you and Lisa.

— — — — — — —

Despite your hectic schedules, you and Lisa managed to carve out precious moments to spend together. Each date was a chance to escape the pressures of work and fame, to simply enjoy each other's company without the prying eyes of the public.

You took Lisa to some of the most exclusive restaurants in the city, savoring each bite of gourmet cuisine as you talked and laughed late into the night. You explored hidden gems tucked away in the corners of the city, discovering new cafes, bookstores, and parks where you could steal quiet moments away from the chaos of the world.

On one memorable occasion, you surprised Lisa with tickets to a private concert by one of her favorite artists. The look of delight on her face as she realized where you were taking her made all the planning and secrecy worth it. As you stood together in the crowd, swaying to the music under the twinkling lights, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you, grateful for the chance to share this experience with someone as special as Lisa.

Despite the challenges of dating in the public eye, you and Lisa found solace in each other's company, stealing moments of intimacy whenever you could. Whether it was a stolen kiss in the backseat of a car or a quiet walk through the city streets hand in hand, you cherished each moment you spent together, knowing that your love was worth the risk.

As the months passed, your bond with Lisa grew stronger with each passing day. You found yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with her, unable to imagine your life without her by your side. And as you looked into her eyes, you knew that you wanted to make things official – to ask her to be your girlfriend in the most romantic and unique way possible.

One evening, as you and Lisa sat together on the balcony of your penthouse apartment, the city lights twinkling below, you felt a surge of nervous energy coursing through you. You knew that this was the moment you had been waiting for – the moment when you would ask Lisa to be yours in every sense of the word.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to face Lisa, your heart pounding in your chest as you prepared to pour your heart out to her.

"Lisa," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "I know we've been seeing each other for a while now, and I've loved every moment we've spent together."

Lisa's eyes widened in surprise, a smile spreading across her face as she realized what you were about to say.

"You mean...?" she trailed off, her voice barely a whisper as she waited for you to continue.

You nodded, reaching out to take her hand in yours. "I want to make things official," you said, your voice steady despite the nerves that churned in your stomach. "Lisa, will you be my girlfriend?"

Tears welled up in Lisa's eyes as she threw her arms around you, burying her face in your chest as she nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!" she exclaimed, her voice muffled against your shirt as she held you tightly.

You laughed, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at her enthusiastic response. Pulling back slightly, you cupped her face in your hands, gazing into her eyes with all the love and adoration you felt for her.

"I love you, Lisa," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too, Y/N," Lisa replied, her eyes shining with happiness as she leaned in to kiss you tenderly.

As you melted into each other's embrace, surrounded by the soft glow of the city lights, you knew that this was just the beginning of your love story – a story that would continue to unfold in the days, weeks, and years to come, filled with laughter, adventure, and endless moments of love and joy.

— — — — — — —

As the CEO of Louis Vuitton, you were constantly on the lookout for opportunities to expand the brand's reach and influence. You had seen the power of celebrity endorsements firsthand, and you knew that having someone as influential as Lisa as an ambassador could take Louis Vuitton to new heights.

One evening, as you and Lisa cuddled together on the couch, the soft glow of the television casting a warm light over the room, you broached the subject.

"Hey, Lisa," you began, your voice casual as you traced circles on her arm with your fingertips.

"Yeah?" she replied, her attention still focused on the screen as she snuggled closer to you.

"I was thinking," you continued, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "What would you say if I asked you to be an ambassador for Louis Vuitton?"

Lisa's head snapped up, her eyes widening in surprise as she turned to look at you.

"Wait, really?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "You want me to be an ambassador for Louis Vuitton?"

You nodded, feeling a surge of pride at her enthusiastic response. "Yeah, really," you said, your voice softening as you reached out to take her hand in yours. "I know how passionate you are about fashion, and I think you would be the perfect fit for the brand."

Lisa's face lit up with a smile as she squeezed your hand tightly. "Y/N, that's incredible," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "I would love to be an ambassador for Louis Vuitton."

You grinned, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over you at her excitement. "Great," you said, unable to hide the smile that spread across your face. "Welcome to the Louis Vuitton family, Lisa."

As the two of you cuddled together on the couch, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Not only had you secured a valuable partnership for Louis Vuitton, but you had also brought your girlfriend into the fold, forging a connection that would only serve to strengthen your bond both personally and professionally.

— — — — — —

The Louis Vuitton Fashion Week (LVFW24) in Paris was one of the most anticipated events in the fashion world, drawing celebrities, influencers, and fashionistas from around the globe. As the CEO of Louis Vuitton, you were accustomed to the glitz and glamour of such events, but this year held a special significance for you.

Not only were you showcasing your latest collection on the runway, but you had also orchestrated a surprise for your girlfriend, Lisa, the phenomenal member of Blackpink. You had been secretly dating for about a year now, and you wanted to show her just how much she meant to you by incorporating her into the event in a special way.

As you made your way to the venue, your heart raced with excitement and anticipation. You had been working tirelessly on the new collection, pouring your heart and soul into every design, and you couldn't wait to see the reaction from the audience.

The venue was abuzz with activity as guests mingled and posed for photos on the red carpet. Cameras flashed and voices buzzed with excitement as the anticipation reached a fever pitch.

You scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face, but there was no sign of Lisa. You knew she was attending the event, but you had purposely kept her outfit a secret as part of the surprise.

Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you made your way backstage to check on the models and make sure everything was running smoothly. The energy backstage was electric, with hairstylists and makeup artists putting the finishing touches on the models' looks and designers making last-minute adjustments to the garments.

As the showtime approached, you took your place backstage, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through your veins. The music started, and the first model stepped onto the runway, setting the stage for what promised to be a breathtaking show.

One by one, the models strutted down the runway, showcasing your latest designs with confidence and grace. The audience was captivated, their eyes glued to the runway as they took in the stunning creations.

But as the show reached its climax, there was one final surprise in store. Just as the last model exited the runway, the lights dimmed, and the music changed to a familiar beat.

Suddenly, the giant screens flanking the stage lit up with images of Lisa, her face glowing with a radiant smile as she walked confidently towards the stage. The audience erupted into cheers and applause as they recognized the K-pop star, their excitement palpable in the air.

You felt a surge of pride and excitement as Lisa took her place on the runway, her presence commanding attention as she struck a pose at the end of the catwalk. She was wearing one of your designs – a stunning gown that hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her natural beauty and elegance.

The screams were deafening as the audience showered Lisa with adoration and praise, their excitement reaching a fever pitch as they snapped photos and videos of the iconic moment.

But amidst the chaos and excitement, there was an undeniable tension between you and Lisa – a silent acknowledgment of the intimacy and connection you shared. As you locked eyes with her from across the room, you felt a rush of emotions flood over you – love, pride, and an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having her in your life.

As the show came to an end, you and Lisa were ushered onto the stage for photos, the flashes of cameras lighting up the room as you posed together for the paparazzi. The chemistry between you was palpable, and fans couldn't help but notice the way you looked at each other – with love and admiration shining in your eyes.

As the night wore on, the photos and videos from the event began to circulate online, igniting a frenzy of speculation and excitement among fans. They couldn't help but notice the intimate moments between you and Lisa, and soon, social media was abuzz with rumors of your secret relationship.

But amidst the chaos and speculation, there was one thing that remained constant – the undeniable love and connection you shared with Lisa. And as you held her hand tightly in yours, watching the city lights twinkle in the distance, you knew that your love for each other was stronger than ever before.

🌟 Y/N stole the show at LVFW24 with their breathtaking collection! From runway to CEO, they're a force to be reckoned with. 🌟 #YNSlayed #LVFW24

🌟 Did anyone else notice the sparks flying between Y/N and Lisa at LVFW24? 🔥 The way they look at each other is giving us all the feels! 🥺💕 #YLisa #LVFW24

@YNCeles: Y/N absolutely killed it at LVFW24! Her designs were pure perfection, and I couldn't be prouder to be a fan! 🌟 #YNSlayed #LVFW24

@YNismine: Can we take a moment to appreciate Y/N's dedication and passion for fashion? She is truly a visionary in the industry! 🙌 #FashionIcon #LVFW24

@YNCpla: Y/N's collection at LVFW24 has left me speechless! Her talent knows no bounds, and I'm in awe of everything she creates! 🌟 #YNSlayed #LVFW24

@LISALegendary: Lisa looked like an absolute goddess at LVFW24! Her runway walk was flawless, and she owned every moment on that stage! 🌟 #LisaQueen #LVFW24

@LISAicon: Lisa's presence at LVFW24 was everything! She exudes confidence and charisma like no other, and I'm so proud to be her fan! 💖 #LisaManoban #LVFW24

@coollisa: Lisa's performance at LVFW24 was nothing short of iconic! She's a true superstar, and I'm so grateful to be able to support her! 🌟 #LisaLegend #LVFW24

@YLisaUniverse: The tension between Y/N and Lisa at LVFW24 is undeniable! 🔥 They're the ultimate power couple, and I'm here for it! 🌟 #YLisa #LVFW24

@ynandlisa: Can we talk about the way Y/N and Lisa looked at each other at LVFW24? It's like they have their own little universe! 🌌💖 #YLisa #LVFW24

@lisaisY/n’s: Y/N and Lisa are giving us all the feels at LVFW24! Their love and chemistry are off the charts, and I'm living for it! 🥺💕 #YLisa #LVFW24

Together, you and Lisa had weathered the storms of fame and fortune, emerging stronger and more united than ever before. And as you looked towards the future, you knew that there was nothing that could stand in the way of your love – not even the bright lights of Paris or the prying eyes of the world.

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[cool-fancier]

The Sweet Harmony

Rosé x Fem Reader

Synopsis: In the vibrant streets of Seoul, a rising K-pop soloist and her Blackpink girlfriend navigate secret love at a YSL event until a fan captures their longing glances, sparking viral rumors.

Word Count: 1.9k

The neon lights of Seoul danced across the night sky, casting a vibrant glow over the bustling city streets below. Among the throngs of people, there was an air of excitement as fans eagerly awaited the arrival of their favorite K-pop idols at the YSL event.

Amidst the crowd, you stood, a rising soloist in the K-pop industry, poised and ready to grace the stage. Your heart pounded with anticipation, knowing that tonight's performance would be a pivotal moment in your career.

As the event began, you scanned the room, your eyes searching for a familiar face. And there she was – Rosé, the ethereal member of the world sensation girl group, Blackpink. She stood tall and graceful, the epitome of beauty and elegance, as she mingled with the other ambassadors for YSL.

Despite the excitement of being in the same room as your girlfriend, you knew that you had to maintain a professional facade. After all, your relationship with Rosé was a closely guarded secret, known only to a select few.

"Y/N, are you ready?" your manager asked, breaking you out of your reverie.

You nodded, plastering a smile on your face as you prepared to take the stage. But as you made your way through the crowd, you couldn't help but steal a glance at Rosé, hoping to catch her eye.

For a brief moment, your gazes locked, and you felt a surge of warmth spread through you. But just as quickly as it had come, the moment passed, and you turned away, steeling yourself for the performance ahead.

As you took the stage, the roar of the crowd enveloped you, their cheers and applause washing over you like a tidal wave. With each note you sang, you poured your heart and soul into the music, losing yourself in the rhythm and melody.

But amidst the chaos of the performance, your thoughts kept drifting back to Rosé. You couldn't shake the image of her from your mind, her radiant smile etched into your memory.

After the performance, you retreated backstage, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. And there she was – Rosé, waiting for you with a smile that could light up the darkest night.

"Hey," she said, her voice soft and gentle as she approached you. "You were amazing up there."

You returned her smile, feeling a surge of happiness at the sight of her. "Thanks," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

As the two of you exchanged pleasantries, you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing wash over you. It pained you to keep your relationship with Rosé a secret, but you knew that it was necessary to protect both of your careers.

But as you looked into Rosé's eyes, you knew that every moment spent with her was worth the risk.

1. 🌹 Our beautiful Rosé slaying at the YSL event! 🌹 #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL

2. 🌹 Rosé's stunning YSL gown has us all in awe! 🌹 #FashionIcon #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL

3. 🌹 Can we take a moment to appreciate Rosé's ethereal beauty? 🌹 #Goddess #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL

@Blink4Life: OMG, Rosé looks absolutely breathtaking at the YSL event! 😍 That dress, that smile – she's perfection! 🌹 #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL

@RoseanneFever: I can't get over how effortlessly stunning Rosé looks tonight! 😭❤️ That YSL gown was made for her! 🌹 #FashionQueen #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL

@RoseGoldie: Rosé is glowing like a goddess at the YSL event! ✨ Can't wait to see her slay the stage! 🌹 #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL

1. 🎤 Y/N captivates the audience with her mesmerizing performance at the YSL event! 🌟 #YNSoloist #YSL

2. 🎤 Our soloist shines bright like a star on the YSL stage! ✨ #Talent #YNSoloist #YSL

3. 🎤 Y/N's vocals are out of this world at the YSL event! 🌌 #VocalPowerhouse #YNSoloist #YSL

@YNForever: Y/N's performance at the YSL event gave me goosebumps! 😭🙌 Her voice is pure magic! 🎤✨ #YNSoloist #YSL

@YNEnthusiast: Y/N never fails to leave me speechless with her incredible talent! 🌟 Can't wait to see what she does next! 🎶 #YNSoloist #YSL

@YNGalaxy: Y/N's vocals are out of this world! 🚀✨ Truly a force to be reckoned with! 🎤 #YNSoloist #YSL

@YRShipper: Okay, but can we talk about the chemistry between Y/N and Rosé at the YSL event? 🔥 They would make the ultimate power couple! 🌟 #YNSoloist #Rosé #YSL

@RYSunshine: Y/N and Rosé's interactions at the YSL event have me shipping them so hard! 🥺❤️ Can they please collaborate on a song together? 🎶 #YNSoloist #Rosé #YSL

@YRUniverse: Y/N and Rosé are the definition of perfection! 😍 The way they complement each other is just *chef's kiss*! 👌 #YNSoloist #Rosé #YSL

— — — — — — —

Months passed, and your relationship with Rosé flourished in secret. Despite the challenges of dating in the public eye, the two of you found solace in each other's company, stealing moments of intimacy whenever you could.

But as your fame continued to rise, so did the pressure to keep your relationship hidden. And nowhere was this more apparent than at public events, where you and Rosé were forced to maintain a professional distance from each other.

One such event was the annual YSL gala, where you and Rosé were once again ambassadors for the brand. As you arrived at the venue, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over you.

"Remember, no public displays of affection," your manager reminded you as you stepped out of the car.

You nodded, the weight of his words sinking in as you made your way inside. The venue was filled with the glitterati of the K-pop industry, all vying for attention and recognition.

And there she was – Rosé, radiant as ever in a stunning YSL gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. She caught your eye from across the room, a subtle smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Despite the thrill of seeing her, you knew that you had to maintain a professional facade. So you plastered a smile on your face and mingled with the other guests, all the while keeping a careful eye on Rosé.

But as the night wore on, you found it increasingly difficult to ignore her. Her presence was like a magnet, drawing you in with an irresistible force.

And then it happened – you couldn't help but glance at her, just for a moment, when you thought no one was looking. But someone was – a fan, with their phone out, capturing the moment for all the world to see.

The next day, the internet was abuzz with rumors of your secret relationship with Rosé. Fans had edited the footage of your glance into adorable and viral edits, speculating about the true nature of your relationship.

As the news spread like wildfire, you and Rosé found yourselves thrust into the spotlight in a way you had never experienced before. Suddenly, everyone wanted to know the truth – were you and Rosé really a couple?

@YSLYooopnRosie: "Did anyone else catch that moment between Y/N and Rosé at the YSL gala? My heart can't handle the chemistry between them! 😍 #YSLYoonRosie"

@YSLYoonRos: "I swear, every time Y/N and Rosé are in the same room, the sparks fly! They would make the perfect couple, don't you think? 🌟 #YSLYoonRosie"

@YSLYoonRosie: "I'm not saying Y/N and Rosé are in love, but... okay, maybe I am. Just imagine how beautiful their relationship would be! 🥺💕 #YSLYoonRosie"

@YSklLYoonRosie: "Okay, hear me out – I've been scrolling through Y/N and Rosé's Instagram feeds, and I swear, there are so many subtle hints that they might be more than just friends. From matching outfits to cryptic captions, I think they're low-key dropping hints about their relationship! 🕵️‍♀️💖 #YSLYoonRosie"

@YSLYoonRosie: "I've been doing some serious detective work, and I'm convinced that Y/N and Rosé have been dating in secret for ages. Remember that time they both posted Instagram stories from the same location, but at different times? Coincidence? I think not! 🔍👀 #YSLYoonRosie"

@YSLYoonRosie: "I've been following Y/N and Rosé's interactions for years, and let me tell you, there's something going on between them. From stolen glances to subtle touches, it's clear that their friendship goes way beyond the surface. Could they be the next power couple? 🤔💕 #YSLYoonRosie"

— — — — — — —

As the rumors continued to swirl, you and Rosé found yourselves faced with a choice – continue to deny the truth or finally come clean about your relationship.

For weeks, you wrestled with the decision, weighing the potential consequences of going public against the freedom of being able to love each other openly.

But in the end, love won out.

One evening, as you and Rosé sat together in the privacy of your shared apartment, you broached the subject.

"Rosé, I think it's time," you said, your voice steady despite the nerves that churned in your stomach.

She looked at you, her eyes searching yours for reassurance. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, reaching out to take her hand in yours. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," you replied, your heart pounding in your chest.

With that, you and Rosé made the decision to go public with your relationship, knowing full well the risks that it entailed. But you were determined to face whatever challenges came your way together, united in your love for each other.

The next day, you and Rosé made the announcement on social media, posting a heartfelt message about your journey together and the importance of love and acceptance.

The response from fans was overwhelming, but in the best way possible. Rather than hate, there was an outpouring of love and support for you and Rosé, with fans expressing their joy at finally being able to celebrate your relationship openly.

As you scrolled through the countless messages and comments, a sense of relief washed over you. You and Rosé had made the right decision, and now, you could finally be free to love each other without fear or reservation.

And as you looked at Rosé, her eyes shining with happiness and love, you knew that your journey together was only just beginning.

Together, you and Rosé had faced adversity and come out stronger on the other side. And now, as you embarked on this new chapter of your lives together, you knew that there was nothing that could stand in the way of your love.

For you and Rosé, the future was bright – and together, you were ready to face whatever challenges came your way, hand in hand, heart in heart.

@YnRHarmipugny: "I can't believe it's finally happening! Y/N and Rosé are out and proud, and my heart is bursting with happiness! 🌈✨ #YRHarmony"

@YRHarmonyuyy: "From secret glances to public declarations of love, Y/N and Rosé's journey is like something straight out of a romance novel! I'm living for this! 💖😍 #YRHarmony"

@YRHarmony: "Y/N and Rosé are proof that love knows no bounds! Their journey from secret glances to public declarations of love is giving me all the feels! 🥺💖 #YRHarmony"

@YRoseHarmony: "Y/N and Rosé are the power couple we never knew we needed! Their love is like a breath of fresh air in a world filled with negativity. Here's to forever shipping #YRHarmony!"

@YRuioHutarmony: "I don't know what's brighter – the smile on Y/N and Rosé's faces or the sparkle in their eyes! They're radiating so much happiness, and I'm here for it! ✨😊 #YRHarmony"

@YRHarmony: "Y/N and Rosé coming out as a couple is the best thing to happen in 2024! Their love story is straight out of a fairy tale, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for them! 🥰👑 #YRHarmony"

#blackpink x reader #blackpink x fem reader #blackpink #blackpink x fem #blackpink x you #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #rosé x reader #rosé fluff #rosé #rosé blackpink #park chaeyoung

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Captured Moments

Jennie Kim x Fem Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Synopsis: Y/N and Jennie's journey from trainee friends to K-pop stars culminates in a dazzling Calvin Klein photoshoot, winning fans' hearts

Before the fame and the bright lights of the K-pop industry, there was a friendship that laid the foundation for something deeper. You and Jennie met during your early days as trainees under the same entertainment company. Drawn together by a shared passion for music and performance, you quickly became inseparable.

Despite the pressures and challenges of trainee life, you found solace in each other's company. Late-night practice sessions turned into heart-to-heart conversations, where you shared your dreams, fears, and aspirations for the future. In Jennie, you found a kindred spirit, someone who understood the highs and lows of chasing your dreams in the cutthroat world of K-pop.

As the years passed, your bond only grew stronger. You watched with pride as Jennie rose through the ranks to become a member of Blackpink, one of the most iconic girl groups in the industry. Meanwhile, you pursued your own solo career, honing your craft and making a name for yourself as a talented performer in your own right.

Through it all, your friendship with Jennie remained a constant source of support and inspiration. You celebrated each other's successes and lifted each other up during the inevitable setbacks and challenges that came with life in the spotlight. And amidst the chaos of the industry, you couldn't help but feel a growing attraction to Jennie – a spark that ignited into something more.

After two years of dancing around your feelings, you and Jennie finally took the leap and confessed your love for each other. It was a decision met with both excitement and trepidation, knowing the potential backlash that could come from being open about your relationship in an industry that often frowned upon same-sex couples.

But love, as they say, knows no bounds. And so, you and Jennie made the decision to stand together, facing whatever challenges came your way with unwavering determination and a fierce devotion to each other.

— — — — — — —

The day of the Calvin Klein photoshoot was a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. As one of the main ambassadors for the brand, Jennie was a seasoned pro when it came to posing for the camera, her confidence and poise evident in every frame. Meanwhile, you were a newcomer to the Calvin Klein family, eager to make your mark alongside your girlfriend.

As you stepped onto set, you were greeted by a flurry of activity – stylists fussing over wardrobe choices, makeup artists applying the final touches, and photographers adjusting their cameras for the perfect shot. Despite the chaos, there was an undeniable energy in the air, a sense of anticipation for the magic that was about to unfold.

Jennie was already in the midst of her solo shoot when you arrived, her signature pout and smoldering gaze captivating the camera with effortless ease. You couldn't help but marvel at her beauty, the way she seemed to command attention with every movement.

"Wow," you whispered to yourself, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "She's incredible."

Just then, Jennie caught your eye from across the room, her lips curling into a mischievous grin as she struck a pose for the camera. You felt a blush creep up your cheeks as she winked in your direction, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.

"Cut! That's a wrap for Jennie's solo shots," the photographer called out, signaling the end of the first part of the shoot. Jennie sauntered over to where you were standing, her confidence radiating like a halo around her.

"Hey, you," she said, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug. "How's it going?"

You melted into her embrace, reveling in the warmth of her touch. "I'm good," you replied, your voice soft with affection. "Just a little nervous about my solo shots."

Jennie leaned back slightly, her hands resting on your shoulders as she looked at you with a reassuring smile. "You'll be amazing, I know it," she said, her voice filled with confidence. "And besides, I'll be right here cheering you on every step of the way."

As you and Jennie took your places on set, the photographer wasted no time in getting started. The studio lights cast a warm, flattering glow over both of you, accentuating every curve and contour of your bodies as you stood side by side.

"Alright, let's start with some solo shots first," the photographer instructed, adjusting the lighting and camera settings.

Jennie flashed you a quick grin before striking a pose, her movements fluid and confident as she effortlessly switched from one position to the next. You couldn't help but admire her grace and poise, the way she seemed to command the attention of everyone in the room with just a single glance.

As you watched her, a playful smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, and you knew she was up to something. Sure enough, as the photographer snapped away, capturing Jennie in all her glory, she couldn't resist throwing in a few extra flourishes – a wink here, a subtle hair flip there – all designed to make you laugh.

"Cut it out, Jennie," you chuckled, shaking your head at her antics. "You're going to distract the photographer."

Jennie just grinned in response, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she struck another pose, this time exaggeratedly dramatic. "What? I'm just giving the people what they want," she quipped, earning a chuckle from the photographer.

After a series of solo shots, it was finally time for the two of you to pose together. As the photographer directed you into position, Jennie sidled up next to you, her shoulder brushing against yours as she flashed you a conspiratorial grin.

"Ready to steal the show?" she whispered, her voice filled with excitement.

You nodded, a grin spreading across your face as you leaned in closer to her. "Always."

With that, the two of you launched into a series of playful poses, each one more adventurous than the last. From piggyback rides to playful wrestling matches, you threw yourselves into the shoot with abandon, reveling in the freedom of being able to express your love openly.

As the photographer urged you to get closer, you felt a surge of adrenaline course through your veins, the thrill of being able to share this intimate moment with Jennie overwhelming your senses. With each click of the shutter, you and Jennie grew bolder, more daring in your displays of affection.

"Let's try something a little more intimate," the photographer suggested, motioning for the two of you to move closer together.

Jennie grinned mischievously, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you flush against her. "Closer, baby," she murmured, her breath warm against your ear.

You shivered at the sensation, your heart racing as you allowed yourself to surrender to the moment. Wrapping your arms around Jennie's neck, you pulled her even closer, reveling in the feel of her body pressed against yours.

"Perfect," the photographer exclaimed, snapping away as you and Jennie shared a lingering gaze. In that moment, there was no one else in the world but the two of you – lost in each other's eyes, bound together by an unbreakable bond of love.

As the shoot came to an end and the final shots were captured, you and Jennie lingered on set, reluctant to let go of the intimacy that had enveloped you. It had been a day filled with laughter, tears, and everything in between, but through it all, you had stood together – united in love and unwavering in your commitment to each other.

"Thank you," you whispered to Jennie, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "For everything."

Jennie smiled, her eyes shining with love and affection. "Anytime, my love. Anytime."

As the photographer signaled for you to start your solo shots, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the task ahead. The studio lights illuminated the set, casting dramatic shadows against the backdrop as you struck your first pose.

You glanced over at Jennie, who was watching you intently from the sidelines, her eyes filled with admiration and pride. With a playful smirk, you began to move, each step deliberate and purposeful as you channeled your inner confidence.

"Work it, babe!" Jennie called out, her voice filled with encouragement.

You couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm, feeling a surge of warmth wash over you at her words. With renewed determination, you launched into a series of sexy poses, each one designed to showcase your best angles and highlight your natural beauty.

As you moved, the photographer adjusted the lighting, capturing your every movement with precision and skill. With each click of the shutter, you felt yourself growing more confident, more empowered by the knowledge that you were owning the moment.

"Beautiful!" the photographer exclaimed, snapping away as you struck a particularly sultry pose. You couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement course through you at the praise, a sense of satisfaction settling over you as you basked in the spotlight.

But it wasn't just the photographer's approval that spurred you on – it was Jennie's unwavering support and encouragement that gave you the strength to push yourself further. With each passing moment, you felt yourself growing more confident, more radiant in your beauty.

As the shoot progressed, you found yourself growing bolder, more daring in your poses. You threw caution to the wind, allowing yourself to fully embrace the sensuality of the moment as you basked in the glow of the studio lights.

"Hot damn!" Jennie exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration as she watched you in awe. "You are absolutely killing it!"

You grinned at her praise, feeling a surge of pride swell within you. With renewed energy, you continued to pose, each movement fluid and graceful as you allowed yourself to fully inhabit the role of the confident, seductive soloist.

As the shoot came to an end, you couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment wash over you. You had conquered the camera, owning every moment with grace and style. And as you looked over at Jennie, her eyes shining with pride, you knew that you had done more than just take pictures – you had captured a moment of pure magic, a moment that would live on forever in the hearts and minds of those who witnessed it.

— — — — — —

After the photos from your Calvin Klein shoot were released, the response from fans was overwhelming, but in the best way possible. Rather than hate, there was an outpouring of love and admiration for you and Jennie. Your fans flooded social media with comments and messages, expressing their awe at the stunning images and the undeniable chemistry between you and Jennie.

As you scrolled through the countless messages on your phone, a wide grin spread across your face. It was incredible to see the positive impact your photos had on your fans, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for their unwavering support.

As the photos from your Calvin Klein shoot made their way onto social media, fan accounts dedicated to you and Jennie erupted with excitement. The images of the two of you, captured in intimate and sensual poses, quickly became the talk of the town, eliciting a flurry of reactions from your devoted followers.

@JenYoursTruly: "OMG, have you seen the latest pics of Y/N and Jennie for Calvin Klein? They look absolutely stunning together! 😍 #Yennie"

@YNNation: "Y'all, I think I've died and gone to heaven after seeing those photos of Y/N and Jennie. Can you say power couple? 🔥 #Yennie"

@JennieIsQueen: "Jennie and Y/N's chemistry is off the charts! These photos are everything we never knew we needed. #Yennie"

@YNNavy: "I'm convinced that Y/N and Jennie are the eighth wonder of the world after seeing those Calvin Klein pics. My heart can't handle this level of perfection. 💖 #Yennie"

@Jeniverse: "I swear, Y/N and Jennie are trying to kill us with their hotness. Those photos are pure fire! 🔥 #Yennie"

"Wow, look at this," you said, turning to Jennie as you showed her your phone. "Our fans are going crazy over these pictures."

Jennie leaned in to get a closer look, her eyes widening in amazement as she read through the comments. "I can't believe it," she said, her voice filled with awe. "They really love us, don't they?"

"They do," you replied, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "And can you blame them? We look pretty damn good together."

@YNNation: "Obsessed with Y/N and Jennie! They redefine couple goals with every photo and every moment they share together. #Yennie"

@Jeniverse: "Y/N and Jennie are the epitome of love and beauty. We stan this power couple forever! 💖 #Yennie"

@YJEnthusiasts: "Every time Y/N and Jennie grace us with their presence, we're reminded that true love exists. Here's to forever shipping #Yennie!"

@YJUniverse: "No words can describe the magic of Y/N and Jennie together. Their bond is unbreakable, and their love shines brighter than any star. 🌟 #Yennie"

@JenniesDarling: "Y/N and Jennie radiate love in every photo, every gesture, every smile. Their relationship is an inspiration to us all. 💕 #Yennie"

Jennie chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. "We do, don't we? I'm so glad we did this shoot together."

"Me too," you said, smiling as you leaned into her touch. "It was an unforgettable experience, and I'm so grateful we got to share it."

As the two of you basked in the glow of your success, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the future. With each passing day, your bond grew stronger, your love for each other deeper than ever before. And as you looked ahead to all the adventures that lay in store, you knew that together, you could conquer anything.

#blackpink x reader #blackpink #blackpink x fem reader #blackpink x you #blackpink x fem #blackpink scenarios #blackpink imagines #jennie x reader #Jennie #kim jennie #Kim Jennie x reader

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Midnight Whispers

Jisoo x Fem Reader

Word count:2k

Synopsis: A Chance Encounter in Seoul Sparks a Beautiful Friendship, Evolving into Love, with Jisoo at Its Heart

The bustling streets of Seoul were painted with the vibrant colors of city life, neon lights reflecting off the pavement. It was in this metropolis that your paths intertwined with Jisoo, the beginning of a story that was anything but cliché.

It all started with a chance encounter at a quaint café tucked away in a quiet alley. You were engrossed in a book, savoring the aroma of freshly brewed coffee when the door chimed, announcing the arrival of three lively individuals – Jennie, Rosé, and Lisa. They exuded an infectious energy, their laughter filling the cozy space.

Jisoo was the last to enter, her eyes scanning the room before landing on the only available seat – the one opposite you. With a sheepish smile, she approached, asking if the seat was taken.

"No, not at all. Please, have a seat," you replied, your heart doing a little dance at the prospect of new company.

The three friends settled around the small table, introductions flowing seamlessly. Jennie, the witty and outspoken one, Rosé, with her gentle and artistic spirit, and Lisa, the energetic and playful soul. The banter between them was effortless, and you found yourself drawn into their lively conversation.

Amidst the laughter and shared stories, Jisoo remained a quiet observer, her presence both calming and intriguing. She caught your eye with a subtle smile, her gaze lingering for a moment longer than expected. It sparked a curiosity that would eventually become the catalyst for something beautiful.

As the hours passed, the café transformed into a hub of shared laughter and exchanged secrets. You discovered common interests, shared passions, and a sense of belonging that went beyond mere chance. It was in that cozy haven that the foundations of your friendship with Jisoo were unknowingly laid.

Days turned into weeks, and your interactions with Jennie, Rosé, Lisa, and Jisoo became a regular occurrence. The group outings were filled with adventures, from impromptu dance-offs in the middle of the street to quiet moments spent stargazing on a rooftop. Each interaction was a thread weaving together the tapestry of your shared experiences.

Jennie, with her infectious energy, would often instigate games and challenges that brought the group closer. Rosé, armed with her guitar, would serenade everyone with melodies that echoed through the night. Lisa's spontaneity injected a burst of laughter into every gathering, making even mundane moments memorable.

Amidst this vibrant backdrop, your connection with Jisoo deepened. She was the quiet force that grounded the group, her wisdom and thoughtfulness shaping the dynamics. It wasn't long before you realized that your conversations with her were the highlight of these gatherings – a quiet exchange of glances, shared smiles, and unspoken understanding.

One evening, as the group gathered at a cozy karaoke joint, Jisoo surprised everyone by joining in on the fun. Her powerful yet melodic voice filled the room, captivating everyone in attendance. The harmony of her voice resonated with your soul, and in that moment, something shifted.

After the karaoke session, the two of you found yourselves strolling through the quiet streets of Seoul. The city lights cast a warm glow, and the air was filled with a comfortable silence. It was then that Jisoo spoke, her words a quiet revelation.

"I enjoy our time together," she admitted, her eyes meeting yours. "There's something special about it."

The confession was met with a shared smile, an acknowledgment of the unspoken connection that had been growing between you. From that point forward, your friendship with Jisoo took on a new dimension. The once casual encounters evolved into intentional moments, a journey of shared laughter, quiet understanding, and a growing affection that neither of you could deny.

As the seasons changed, so did the dynamics of your relationship. Jennie, Rosé, and Lisa were the supportive chorus to the developing melody between you and Jisoo. They teased and nudged, creating an atmosphere that allowed the budding romance to unfold naturally.

One summer evening, the group gathered for a rooftop barbecue, the city skyline providing a breathtaking backdrop. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, Jisoo found a quiet moment to pull you aside.

"I've been wanting to tell you something," she confessed, her cheeks tinged with a soft blush.

The rooftop provided a private haven, and in that tranquil setting, Jisoo's words flowed with a sincerity that mirrored the stars above. "I've enjoyed getting to know you, and I find myself looking forward to our time together. Would you like to go on a date with me?"

The question hung in the air, and your heart skipped a beat. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of friendship and the potential for something more, you nodded, a smile lighting up your face.

The rooftop witnessed the beginning of a new chapter, as the connection that had flourished amidst shared laughter and quiet moments took a deliberate step into the realm of romance. It wasn't a whirlwind, but a gradual blossoming of something beautiful – a love story that defied expectations and was woven into the fabric of shared experiences.

From that point forward, your relationship with Jisoo evolved into a delightful journey of shared adventures and quiet moments. The group outings continued, but now with a new layer of intimacy. Jennie, Rosé, and Lisa, ever the supportive friends, reveled in the joy of witnessing your love story unfold.

The seasons cycled through, and with each passing day, your connection with Jisoo deepened. The shared laughter, the supportive glances, and the comfortable silences were the threads that wove a tapestry of love, resilience, and genuine companionship.

— — — — — — —

You missed Jisoo for the simple reason that everything felt a bit off-kilter when she wasn't around. It wasn't some grand, dramatic affair; it was the small, everyday things that became a tad emptier.

Her laughter, the one that could turn a mundane moment into something worth remembering, was noticeably absent. The shared glances and inside jokes lost their charm without her. The quiet talks, the ones that stretched into the late hours of the night, felt like a one-sided conversation.

Jisoo had this way of reading your moods without you uttering a word. It was a kind of understanding that made the days smoother and the problems more manageable. Without her, those daily nuances turned into a solo act, a bit lonelier.

It wasn't just about missing a person; it was about missing a constant. Her presence was a comfort, a steady beat in the background that made the routine less mundane. When she wasn't there, it felt like something was on pause.

The late-night talks and shared silences were like a familiar routine disrupted. Her absence created a void in those moments, a silence that lacked the shared laughter and unspoken words.

In the simplest terms, you missed Jisoo because she was the missing piece that made the puzzle complete. Life was a bit duller, a bit quieter, and a bit less vibrant when she wasn't around. It wasn't about grand gestures; it was about the ordinary moments that felt extraordinary only with her by your side.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm hue across the room, enveloping you and Jisoo in a cocoon of intimacy. As you lay in bed, the memories of your journey together flickered like shadows on the walls, merging seamlessly with the present moment.

Jisoo's presence, now settled beside you on the bed, echoed the warmth and familiarity that had characterized your friendship from the beginning. The ambiance of the room seemed to carry the echoes of the laughter and shared moments that had defined your connection.

"What are you doing home?" you stammered, almost disbelieving of the scene unfolding before you. The past moments flooded your mind – the cafe encounters, the rooftop barbecues, and the quiet strolls through Seoul's streets. The journey that began in chance encounters and blossomed through shared laughter had brought you to this unexpected midnight reunion.

A soft smile played on Jisoo's lips, and the warmth in her eyes mirrored the memories that danced in the air. "You missed me."

The incredulity in your voice reflected the surreal nature of the moment. "You came home because I missed you?" It was a statement that sounded too poetic to be real.

Jisoo, ever graceful, moved with a quiet elegance as she settled beside you. The mattress dipped under her weight, and the scent of her perfume lingered, an olfactory reminder of shared adventures and unspoken confessions. "Yes," she replied, her sincerity a gentle echo in the quiet room.

The pulse in your veins quickened. This midnight encounter felt like a culmination of a story that had been written in the margins of your shared experiences. Jisoo, your anchor, had traversed the snow-covered city to be with you.

Propped up on an elbow, her palm supporting the back of her head, Jisoo watched you with an unfathomable gaze. The room seemed to hold its breath as she explained, "Because I wanted to be where you are."

The words resonated, weaving a thread between past and present. The memories of shared laughter and the unspoken understanding you had cultivated during your time together were the foundation of her unexpected arrival.

The air thickened with the weight of unspoken truths. Jisoo, a comforting presence, had driven through the snow and darkness to find solace in your company. The tender confession of her longing and the acknowledgment of your hard work became threads in the tapestry of your shared story.

In the dim light, Jisoo's features softened, her confession continuing. "You've been working so hard, and I missed you." Her voice was a gentle murmur, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace that transcended the physicality of the room.

The touch of her fingers tracing the outline of your jaw felt like a continuation of the gestures that had defined your connection – a silent language that spoke volumes. The night unfolded in whispered confessions, a continuation of the stories shared in cafes and on rooftops.

As dawn approached, Jisoo's presence became a living testament to the resilience of your love. The city outside, blanketed in snow, seemed to echo the hushed whispers of your shared history. The first light of dawn peeked through the curtains, illuminating Jisoo's eyes as they met yours.

Time stood still in that moment. The warmth in her gaze served as a reminder that your connection, born from chance encounters and nurtured through shared laughter, was a sanctuary where love was the only truth that mattered.

The falling snow outside became a serene backdrop to the quiet revelation within your apartment. Jisoo's presence, unexpected yet welcomed, marked a turning point in your journey – a reminder that the love story, rooted in shared experiences and genuine companionship, could weather the darkest nights and illuminate the path forward.

And then, as if the quiet confession had unlocked a new chapter, Jisoo's gaze lingered on yours. A playful smile danced on her lips, and she whispered, "You know, I missed more than just your company."

The air between you two shifted, charged with a different kind of energy. It wasn't just about shared memories anymore; it was about acknowledging the deeper, more intimate feelings that had blossomed between you. The room seemed to shrink as Jisoo leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss.

In that moment, the soft glow of the lamp and the quiet snowfall outside became witnesses to a new layer of your relationship. The whispers of shared confessions evolved into the sweet murmur of exchanged endearments.

"I missed this," Jisoo admitted between kisses, her voice a gentle melody in the stillness of the room.

You couldn't help but smile, your heart brimming with warmth. "I missed you, too," you replied, the words a soft echo against her lips.

As dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and orange, your apartment became a haven for shared affections. The intimacy between you and Jisoo unfolded like a delicate dance, a symphony of whispered words, laughter, and the sweet warmth of each other's presence.

The falling snow outside, once a silent witness to your shared history, now provided a serene backdrop to a new chapter – one filled with the quiet beauty of love, acceptance, and the unspoken promise of many more midnight reunions.

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The Brightest Part of My World

Synopsis: The air in the café crackled with tension as Bada confessed her love to Y/N. With trembling hands and bated breath, she awaited Bada's response, uncertain of what the future held.

A/n: nothing really , cold!reader , Bada not really liking idea of love. Also I’m sorry I haven’t posted in so long personally I lost motivation to write so this is a bit rushed and I am busy with other things going on in my life so yeah.

Word count:2.4K

Bada had always been a skeptic when it came to love. From a young age, she had seen the messy aftermath of failed relationships – her parents' bitter divorce, her friends' heartbreaks, and the countless stories of betrayal and disappointment that seemed to litter the landscape of romance.

Growing up in a world where love often felt like a fleeting illusion, Bada had learned to build walls around her heart, shielding herself from the pain and uncertainty that came with opening up to another person. She had convinced herself that love was nothing more than a fairytale, a fantasy that had no place in the real world.

As she grew older, Bada became even more cynical about the idea of love. She watched as her friends fell in and out of relationships, their hearts broken time and time again by partners who promised them the world but couldn't deliver. She saw the toll it took on them – the tears, the sleepless nights, the shattered dreams – and she vowed never to let herself fall into the same trap.

For Bada, love was a weakness, a vulnerability that left people exposed and defenseless. She prided herself on her independence, her ability to stand on her own two feet without needing anyone else to complete her. She was content with her life as it was – focused on her career, her friendships, and her own personal goals.

But then she met you.

— — — —

You entered Bada's life like a whirlwind, turning her carefully constructed world upside down with your infectious laughter and boundless optimism. From the moment you met, there was a spark between you – a connection that seemed to defy explanation.

At first, Bada tried to resist your charm, telling herself that she didn't have time for distractions or complications. But the more time she spent with you, the harder it became to ignore the feelings stirring within her – feelings she had long buried beneath layers of cynicism and self-doubt.

You were different from anyone Bada had ever met. You saw through her walls, peeling back the layers of her tough exterior to reveal the vulnerable heart beating beneath. You didn't judge her for her past or try to fix her broken pieces – you simply accepted her for who she was, flaws and all.

Slowly but surely, you began to chip away at the walls around Bada's heart, showing her that love didn't have to be painful or fleeting. You showed her the beauty in vulnerability, the power in opening up to another person and allowing them to see the real you.

But even as Bada's feelings for you grew stronger, she struggled to fully let go of her doubts and fears. She had spent so long believing that love was nothing more than a fairy tale that the idea of opening herself up to the possibility of being hurt again was terrifying.

— — — — — —

Despite her reservations, Bada couldn't deny the growing bond between you. She found herself confiding in her friends about her feelings for you, seeking their advice and guidance as she navigated the unfamiliar territory of love.

Her friends, who had watched Bada's transformation with a mixture of surprise and delight, were quick to offer their support. They saw how happy you made her, how you brought out a side of her that they had never seen before, and they couldn't help but root for your relationship to succeed.

Lusher, Bada's closest friend and confidante, was particularly vocal in her encouragement. She had known Bada for years, had seen her struggle with her doubts and insecurities, and she was thrilled to see her finally opening up to the possibility of love.

"You deserve to be happy, Bada," Lusher would say, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "And if Y/N makes you happy, then you owe it to yourself to give this a chance."

Tatter, who had also grown close to you over time, echoed Lusher's sentiments, offering their own words of encouragement and support. They had seen the way you looked at Bada, the love and adoration shining in your eyes, and they knew that you were someone special.

With her friends by her side, Bada began to let down her guard, allowing herself to embrace the love that had blossomed between you. She knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy – that there would be obstacles and challenges to overcome – but with you by her side, she felt like she could face anything.

And as she looked into your eyes, feeling the warmth of your hand in hers, she knew that she had finally found something worth believing in – something worth fighting for.

— — — —

Bada sat at a small café, nursing her cup of coffee as she waited for Jennie to arrive. She glanced at her phone, checking the time for the umpteenth time, feeling a twinge of impatience. Lusher was notorious for being fashionably late, but today, Bada was eager to share something with her friend.

Finally, she spotted Lusher's familiar figure approaching the café, her bright smile lighting up the room as she waved in greeting. Bada couldn't help but return the smile, feeling a flutter of anticipation in her chest.

"Sorry I'm late, Bada," Lusher said as she slid into the seat across from Bada. "Traffic was a nightmare."

Bada waved off the apology with a laugh. "No worries. I'm just glad you're here."

Lusher raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "So, what's this big news you wanted to share with me?"

Bada took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation to come. She had rehearsed her words a thousand times in her head, but now that the moment was here, she found herself struggling to find the right ones.

"It's about Y/N," she began, her voice quiet but tinged with excitement.

Lusher's eyes lit up with interest. "Y/N? What about her?"

Bada hesitated for a moment, trying to find the best way to articulate her feelings. "I...I think I might like her," she admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Lusher's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Oh, Bada! That's wonderful news!"

Bada felt a wave of relief wash over her at Lusher's enthusiastic response. She had been worried that her friend might judge her for her newfound feelings, but Lusher's unwavering support was a welcome reassurance.

"But...what about all that stuff you've said about love being a myth?" Lusher asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Bada sighed, feeling a pang of guilt at the memory of her past skepticism. "I know I've said some pretty cynical things in the past, but...with Y/N, it's different. She makes me feel...happy, I guess. And I just can't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, love isn't as impossible as I once thought."

Lusher reached across the table, squeezing Bada's hand in a gesture of solidarity. "I'm so happy for you, Bada. You deserve all the love and happiness in the world."

Bada smiled, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders at Lusher's words. She knew that she still had a long way to go in overcoming her fears and insecurities, but with Lusher's support, she felt like she could face whatever the future held.

— — — — —

Later that evening, Bada found herself curled up on the couch with Lusher and Tatter, sharing a bottle of wine and reminiscing about old times. As the conversation turned to relationships, Bada hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to broach the topic of her feelings for you.

"So, have you heard from Y/N lately?" Tatter asked, breaking the silence that had fallen over the group.

Bada felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the mention of your name. "Um, yeah...actually, there's something I wanted to tell you guys about Y/N."

Tatter perked up with interest, her eyes bright with curiosity. "Ooh, spill the tea, Bada. What's going on with you and Y/N?"

Bada took a deep breath, summoning her courage as she prepared to share her news with her friends. "Well, the thing is...I think I might actually like her.

There was a beat of stunned silence as Tatter processed Bada's words. Then, to Bada's surprise, she broke into wide grins, their faces alight with excitement.

"That's amazing, Bada!" Tatter exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "I always knew there was something special between you and Y/N."

Lusher nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining with pride. "Yeah, you two are like, perfect for each other. I'm so happy for you!"

Bada felt her heart swell with gratitude at her friends' unwavering support. She had been worried about how they would react to her newfound feelings, but their genuine happiness for her was a welcome reassurance.

"Thanks, guys," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "I really appreciate your support. I know I've been...skeptical about love in the past, but with Y/N, it just feels different. She just  makes me want to believe that maybe, just maybe, love isn't as impossible as I once thought."

Tatter reached over, pulling Bada into a tight hug. "We're here for you, Bada. Whatever happens, we've got your back."

Bada smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at her friends' words. She knew that she still had a long way to go in overcoming her doubts and fears, but with Lusher and Tatter by her side, she felt like she could face whatever the future held.

And as she thought of you, the person who had turned her world upside down in the best possible way, she felt a surge of hope and excitement for the journey that lay ahead.

— — — — —

The air in the small café was heavy with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of conversation. It was a cozy little spot tucked away in a corner of the bustling city, a place where people came to escape the chaos of the outside world, if only for a moment.

At a table near the window sat two women, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of the afternoon sun. One of them, Bada, traced patterns on the surface of her coffee cup, her thoughts a whirlwind of uncertainty and longing. Beside her sat Y/N, her best friend and confidante, a mysterious aura surrounding her like a veil.

Bada had known Y/N for a couple of years, ever since you were young girls growing up in the same neighborhood. You had been inseparable since then, sharing secrets, dreams, and countless adventures. But lately, something had shifted between you two, an unspoken tension that hung in the air like a storm cloud on the horizon.

You were a complex soul, your emotions a tangled web that Bada had long yearned to unravel. You were guarded and aloof, your walls so high that even Bada sometimes struggled to breach them. But despite your enigmatic exterior, there was a vulnerability in you that called out to Bada, a softness that lay hidden beneath the surface.

As you both sat in silence, the weight of unspoken words hung heavy between you. Bada longed to reach out, to break through the walls that separated them and lay her heart bare before you. But fear held her back, fear of rejection, fear of ruining the delicate balance they had managed to maintain for so long.

But today was different. Today, Bada had made up her mind to finally confront her feelings, to lay everything on the line and let the chips fall where they may. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come, and turned to face you, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Y/N," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's something I need to tell you."

You lifted her gaze, your eyes meeting Bada's with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "What is it?" You asked, your voice soft but filled with an underlying tension.

Bada took another deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out to grasp your hand in her own. "I love you," she whispered, the words hanging in the air between you both like a fragile thread.

For a moment, there was silence. Bada held her breath, waiting for your response, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew there was a strong chance that you wouldn't feel the same way, that you might even reject her outright. But she had to tell her anyway. She couldn't keep hiding her feelings, couldn't keep holding herself back from expressing what was in her heart.

Your entire body seemed to go statue still, your breaths shallow and unsteady. Bada lifted her head, searching your eyes for any sign of what you were thinking, but they were dark and unreadable, like a tumultuous storm brewing just beneath the surface.

"Bada..." your voice was raw, filled with emotion. "I don't deserve your love."

Bada's heart clenched at the words, a surge of pain shooting through her chest. She squeezed your hand tighter, refusing to let go. "You deserve it more than anyone," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm not expecting you to say it back right now. But I wanted you to know."

Your chest rose and fell with ragged breaths as you struggled to find the right words. You reached up, your hand curling around the back of Bada's neck, and pressed your forehead to hers. "The day I met you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "Was the luckiest day of my life. You've always been the brightest part of my world, Lovely. And you always will be."

Tears pricked at the corners of Bada's eyes as she listened to your words, the depth of emotion in them cutting through her like a knife. "You don't strike me as a woman who believes in luck," Bada said softly, her voice catching in her throat.

You let out a soft chuckle, the sound a balm to Bada's soul. "I believe in everything when it comes to you," you confessed, your voice filled with tenderness.

Including love.

In that moment, a sense of relief washed over Bada, a weight lifting from her shoulders. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to yours in a gentle kiss, a silent promise of the love that had blossomed between you two.

As you pulled away, surrounded by the warmth of their shared affection, Bada knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you and her would face them together. Hand in hand, your love would light the way through even the darkest of storms.

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Love Beyond Tradition

Synopsis: A royal ball in South Korea sets the stage for Princess Bada and a villager's secret love. Tradition, friendship, and a compromise weave a tale that defies societal norms.

A/N: princess!Bada , villager!you, complexities of tradition, societal expectations, and the transformative power of love that defies established norms, The Subtle Symphony of Forbidden Love.Im very sorry I did rush it.

Word count:3.8K

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the grand castle as preparations for the royal ball commenced. Princess Bada, adorned in a regal hanbok, felt the weight of tradition press upon her shoulders. The evening held the promise of a potential partner, a match that would align with her royal lineage. Yet, amidst the opulence of the court, a longing for a connection beyond societal expectations lingered in her heart.

The castle gates opened to welcome guests from all corners of the kingdom. Nobles, diplomats, and eligible bachelors entered the ballroom, a sea of vibrant colors and sparkling jewels. In the midst of the regal gathering, a figure caught Bada's eye – you, a person from the village, entering the ballroom with an air of simplicity and authenticity.

Bada's heart skipped a beat as you approached her, bowing politely. "Pleasured to meet you, your majesty," you said, a warm smile gracing your lips.

"The pleasure is mine. What brings you to the royal ball?" Bada asked, intrigued by the genuine charm that emanated from you.

"I heard the most enchanting princess in the kingdom was hosting a ball, and I couldn't resist the chance to witness the magic myself," you replied playfully.

As the night unfolded, you and Bada engaged in conversations that defied the formalities of courtship. The shared anecdotes and laughter wove a connection that surpassed the expectations of the grand event. In the moonlit courtyard, beneath blossoming cherry trees, the connection deepened, and a shared desire for a life beyond royal norms unfolded.

Days turned into weeks, and clandestine meetings between you and Bada continued. The castle walls became the canvas for a love story that blossomed against the tapestry of tradition. However, a shadow loomed over the burgeoning romance – Bada's parents were unaware of the connection between their daughter and a villager.

Bada knew the consequences of revealing the truth to her parents. The longstanding animosity between the royal family and yours was deeply rooted, and any mention of a connection with a villager would meet with stern disapproval. So, Bada kept the burgeoning romance hidden, cherishing stolen moments with you amidst the grandeur of the castle.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the castle walls echoed with the melodies of traditional Korean instruments. Bada, adorned in a hanbok, stood before the mirror in her private chamber, the weight of her secret pressing upon her. The ballroom awaited, and the facade of tradition beckoned.

In the moonlit courtyard, you and Bada strolled beneath the cherry trees, the fragrant blossoms bearing witness to a love that defied societal norms. The evening was filled with shared dreams, laughter, and the acknowledgment of a connection that surpassed the boundaries of birthright.

As the clock struck midnight, the castle gates closed, and the secrets of the night lingered within the grand walls. The clandestine romance continued, a story hidden in the shadows of tradition.

Weeks turned into months, and the court, oblivious to the connection between Princess Bada and a villager, continued with its regal affairs. However, the whispers of courtiers grew louder, the rumors more persistent, and the anticipation of an announcement loomed in the air.

One night, the castle walls echoed with the melodies of a court musician's gayageum. Bada and you found yourselves in the palace gardens, beneath the blossoming cherry trees. The moonlight painted a surreal picture, and the authenticity of your connection shone bright against the darkness.

Amidst the serenity of the moment, a palace servant approached, bearing a message. "Princess Bada, your parents request your presence."

Bada's heart tightened with unease, but she composed herself, nodding to the servant. As she made her way to the grand halls, she exchanged a reassuring glance with you.

In the regal throne room, King Minjoon and Queen Jisoo sat upon their thrones, the weight of their crowns reflecting the burden of royalty. Bada approached with a respectful bow, her eyes betraying a hidden turmoil.

"Sit, my daughter," King Minjoon beckoned, his voice echoing through the grand chamber.

Bada took her seat, her eyes cast downward, aware that a storm was brewing within the walls of the castle.

"Princess," Queen Jisoo began, her tone measured, "we have heard whispers, rumors that circulate through the court."

Bada's heart raced, but she maintained her composure. "Rumors, mother?"

King Minjoon sighed, "The court is abuzz with talk of a connection, a romance that defies tradition. A romance you seem to be entangled in, my dear."

Bada's gaze remained fixed on the ground, the weight of the unspoken truth pressing upon her. She chose her words carefully, "I assure you, yfather, that my focus has always been on the duties befitting a royal princess."

Queen Jisoo, perceptive as ever, continued, "Duties indeed, but not the ones that should involve connections with villagers."

Bada's heart sank as the unspoken truth hung in the air. The parents, despite not knowing the specifics, sensed the unfolding narrative.

King Minjoon spoke with a stern tone, "We have always wanted the best for you, Bada. The future of our kingdom depends on alliances, not connections that tarnish the honor of the royal family."

Bada felt the weight of her duty, her connection with you reduced to a clandestine affair. She nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the expectations that pressed upon her.

"You are a royal princess, Bada. Do not forget the responsibilities that come with your birthright," Queen Jisoo added, her voice carrying the weight of a thousand years of tradition.

With a heavy heart, Bada left the throne room, the echoes of her parents' words lingering in the air. The palace gardens, once a sanctuary of love, now bore witness to the storm that brewed within the grand walls.

— — — — — —

As the days passed, the court continued with its regal affairs, the whispers growing louder. Bada, torn between duty and love, found herself caught in the crossfire of tradition. The secret meetings with you became increasingly scarce, and the castle walls seemed to close in on the clandestine romance.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the palace gates opened to welcome guests for a grand celebration. The whispers of courtiers reached a crescendo as they speculated about the future of Princess Bada and the mysterious villager. The ballroom, adorned in regal splendor, awaited the unfolding drama.

Bada, adorned in a hanbok that bore the weight of tradition, descended the grand staircase. The whispers intensified, the air thick with anticipation. As she reached the ballroom, her eyes scanned the faces, searching for yours. However, the palace guards had been instructed to keep you away, severing the connection that had defied tradition.

In the moonlit courtyard, beneath the blossoming cherry trees, you waited, unaware of the storm that raged within the grand walls. The celebration echoed through the palace, the melodies of traditional Korean instruments masking the secrets that lingered in the air.

Bada, her eyes betraying a hidden turmoil, approached the courtyard. Her hanbok, a symbol of tradition, seemed to suffocate the authenticity that had once defined her connection with you.

"We cannot continue this," Bada whispered, her voice laced with sorrow.

Confusion and concern etched across your face as you asked, "What's happened? Why are you saying this?"

Tears welled in Bada's eyes as she confessed, "My parents know about us. They have forbidden our connection, deeming it unfit for a royal princess."

The weight of her words hung in the air, the moonlit courtyard bearing witness to a love story that crumbled beneath the expectations of tradition.

"They want me to fulfill my duty, to marry someone of noble birth. We can no longer be together," Bada uttered, her voice barely audible over the melodies that echoed through the palace.

As the realization set in, you felt a chasm open within your heart. The love that had defied tradition, the connection that had blossomed in the moonlit courtyard, now faced an insurmountable barrier.

The grand celebration continued within the palace walls, oblivious to the personal drama that unfolded beneath the blossoming cherry trees. Princess Bada and you, entangled in a love story that transcended societal norms, stood at the crossroads of duty and authenticity.

Tears glistened in Bada's eyes as she turned away, leaving the moonlit courtyard behind. The palace gates closed, and the blossoms above seemed to wither, bearing witness to a connection that had defied tradition but succumbed to the weight of royal expectations.

In the tapestry of interconnected lives, the story of Princess Bada and you held threads that reached beyond the boundaries of time. As the moon cast its glow over the palace gardens, the echoes of a love story silenced by the weight of tradition lingered in the air.

— — — — — —

Amidst the complexities of royalty and tradition, another layer of the narrative unfolded – the shared history between your mother and Queen Jisoo. In their younger years, they had been best friends, two souls bound by a friendship that transcended societal norms. However, the weight of tradition had severed their connection, leaving behind a tale of lost camaraderie and unspoken words.

Your mother, aware of the unfolding drama between you and Princess Bada, felt a pang of empathy. She couldn't bear to see her child caught in the crossfire of tradition, love, and duty. Determined to mend the broken threads of friendship, your mother took it upon herself to seek an audience with Queen Jisoo.

One day, as the sun bathed the castle walls in golden hues, your mother approached the grand gates. The palace guards, recognizing her, allowed her entry. The palace, usually a bastion of tradition, became a stage for a heartfelt plea that sought to bridge the chasm between two families.

Queen Jisoo, upon hearing of your mother's arrival, granted her an audience in the regal throne room. The air was thick with the weight of untold stories, the echoes of a friendship lost to the sands of time.

"Jiyeon," your mother began, addressing Queen Jisoo by her given name, "We were once inseparable friends, bound by a connection that withstood the tests of youth. But tradition and the expectations of our families forced us apart."

Queen Jisoo's eyes, a mirror to the past, reflected a mixture of nostalgia and regret. "So much has changed since then, Sora. We live in a world dictated by duty and tradition, where the threads of connection often fray."

Your mother nodded, her voice resonating with sincerity. "I know, Jiyeon, but the story unfolding between our children seems like a cruel repetition of the past. Their connection is genuine, rooted in a love that defies tradition. I implore you to consider the happiness they find in each other."

Queen Jisoo, torn between the expectations of royalty and the memories of a lost friendship, spoke with a hint of vulnerability. "The burdens of my role weigh heavy, Sora. I wish I could change the narrative, but the kingdom demands sacrifices."

"But what about the sacrifice of love? Is it not worth preserving the happiness of our children, despite the dictates of tradition?" your mother questioned, her eyes pleading for understanding.

As the conversation unfolded, the throne room became a canvas for the emotions that had long remained unspoken. Queen Jisoo, torn between duty and the memories of her past, found herself standing at the crossroads of tradition and the authenticity of genuine connection.

Meanwhile, in the village, you were unaware of the conversation unfolding within the palace walls. The blossoming cherry trees, once witness to the love story that unfolded beneath the moonlit courtyard, now seemed to bear the weight of impending separation.

Days turned into weeks, and the conversation between your mother and Queen Jisoo continued. The palace walls echoed with the sentiments of friendship lost and the potential for a connection rediscovered. The court, oblivious to the unfolding drama, continued with its regal affairs, unaware of the undercurrents that shaped the destiny of two families.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the palace gardens, Queen Jisoo sought out Princess Bada. The weight of her conversation with your mother pressed upon her, and the courtyard, once a sanctuary for love, became a stage for a revelation that would alter the course of a love story.

"Bada, my dear," Queen Jisoo began, her voice carrying the weight of a thousand untold stories, "I have had a conversation with Sora, my friend from the past. She spoke of a friendship that transcended tradition, a connection that was severed by the expectations of our families."

Bada's eyes widened in surprise and she thought t herself "My mother and Y/N’s mother were once close?"

Queen Jisoo nodded, a solemn acknowledgment of the past. "Their friendship faced the same challenges we now encounter. It pains me to see history repeating itself."

As the moon ascended in the night sky, Queen Jisoo continued, "I have struggled with the expectations of royalty, with the burden of tradition. But I cannot ignore the genuine connection between you and that villager. Sora made me realize the sacrifices we demand from our children in the name of duty."

Bada's heart raced with hope as she asked, "Does this mean...?"

Queen Jisoo sighed, her eyes reflecting the complexity of her role. "I cannot promise a complete upheaval of tradition, but I am willing to reconsider. Your happiness, Bada, is paramount. I will speak with the council, with the hopes that a compromise can be reached."

The moonlit courtyard, once a witness to heartbreak, now stood as a symbol of potential redemption. As Queen Jisoo left, her silhouette disappeared into the grand halls of the palace, leaving Bada alone beneath the blossoming cherry trees.

The news of Queen Jisoo's reconsideration reached the village, sparking a glimmer of hope within your heart. The whispers of courtiers intensified, and the court itself became a stage for a drama that unfolded against the backdrop of tradition and friendship rediscovered.

Days turned into weeks, and the fate of Princess Bada and you hung in the balance. The palace, a symbol of tradition, awaited the outcome of the deliberations within its walls. The grand halls echoed with the whispers of courtiers, the melodies of traditional Korean instruments serving as the backdrop to a tale that straddled the realms of love and duty.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Queen Jisoo summoned Princess Bada to the regal throne room. The air was charged with anticipation as they approached the grand doors that bore witness to centuries of tradition.

The throne room, usually a bastion of stoic rule, now stood as a stage for a decision that would alter the course of two families. The council, comprised of courtiers and advisors, awaited the words of their queen.

Queen Jisoo, with a measured voice that carried the echoes of the past and the potential for a new future, addressed the assembly. "The expectations of tradition often blind us to the genuine connections that shape our lives. My daughter, Princess Bada, has found such a connection with a villager from our midst."

Gasps and whispers rippled through the assembly, but Queen Jisoo continued, "I have reconsidered the demands of tradition. While I cannot promise a complete departure from the norm, I am willing to explore a compromise that upholds the honor of the royal family while recognizing the authenticity of their connection."

The council, initially resistant to the idea, found themselves caught between the weight of tradition and the winds of change. The deliberations continued, the fate of Princess Bada and you hanging in the balance.

In the village, you were unaware of the unfolding drama within the palace walls. The blossoming cherry trees, a silent witness to the twists of fate, seemed to sway with a newfound hope. Your mother, though hopeful, maintained a cautious optimism, aware that tradition, once deeply entrenched, was not easily swayed.

Days turned into nights, and the grand halls of the palace echoed with the deliberations that shaped the destiny of two families. Queen Jisoo, torn between the expectations of royalty and the rediscovered memories of a lost friendship, found herself standing at the precipice of change.

One evening, as the moon cast its glow over the palace gardens, the doors of the throne room opened to reveal Queen Jisoo and Princess Bada. The assembly hushed, the air thick with anticipation.

Queen Jisoo, with a tone that carried the weight of her decision, addressed the court. "After careful deliberation and consideration, I have decided to explore a compromise that upholds the honor of the royal family while acknowledging the authenticity of Princess Bada's connection."

The assembly, a mixture of courtiers and advisors, absorbed the words with a mixture of surprise and cautious acceptance. The grand halls, once cloaked in the rigid expectations of tradition, seemed to shimmer with the potential for change.

Queen Jisoo turned to Princess Bada, her eyes reflecting a mixture of stern resolve and maternal warmth. "You shall be allowed to continue your connection with this villager, but with certain conditions that align with the honor of our lineage."

Princess Bada's heart soared with gratitude as she bowed to her mother. The court, though hesitant, acknowledged the shift in tradition, recognizing the winds of change that swept through the grand halls.

In the village, the news of the compromise reached your ears. A wave of relief washed over you, the burden of uncertainty lifting. The blossoming cherry trees, once symbols of heartbreak, now seemed to bloom with the promise of a love story redeemed.

Days turned into nights, and the clandestine meetings between you and Princess Bada were no longer shrouded in secrecy. The moonlit courtyard, once witness to heartache, now bore witness to a connection that defied tradition with the tacit approval of the court.

As the news of the compromise spread through the kingdom, the whispers of courtiers evolved into a chorus of acceptance. The grand halls of the palace, once rigid in their adherence to tradition, now echoed with the harmonies of a love story that bridged the gaps between birthright and authenticity.

The court, once divided, embraced the compromise as a step toward a more inclusive future. Queen Jisoo, with a heart that reconciled duty and maternal love, watched as her daughter's happiness unfolded against the backdrop of a changing kingdom.

As the moon cast its glow over the palace gardens, the love story that had defied tradition and rediscovered lost friendships became a cherished tale passed down through generations. The palace, once a bastion of rigidity, transformed into a symbol of progress, a testament to the idea that genuine connection could bridge the gaps that tradition often imposed.

As the seasons unfolded and the kingdom embraced the changing winds of acceptance, the love story of Princess Bada and you became a beacon of hope. The grand halls of the palace, once steeped in rigid tradition, now echoed with the laughter of courtiers who celebrated the union that defied societal norms.

— — — — — — —

One evening, in a grand ceremony that brought together the kingdom, you found yourself donning traditional attire, a hanbok that reflected the richness of the culture that had become an integral part of your journey. The palace, adorned in hues of gold and crimson, seemed to celebrate the culmination of a love story that defied expectations.

In the moonlit courtyard, beneath the blossoming cherry trees that had borne witness to heartbreak and redemption, you waited with a heart full of anticipation. The fragrance of the blossoms mingled with the melodies of traditional Korean instruments, creating a symphony that seemed to serenade the love that had weathered the storm.

As the grand doors of the palace opened, Princess Bada descended the staircase. Her hanbok, a reflection of tradition and the winds of change, shimmered in the moonlight. The courtiers and advisors, once skeptical, now stood witness to a union that transcended birthright.

Bada's eyes, reflecting the journey of love and acceptance, met yours. The connection between you and Princess Bada, once shrouded in secrecy and hidden beneath the weight of tradition, now stood on the precipice of a future embraced by the kingdom.

With each step towards the aisle, Bada's smile grew, mirroring the joy that radiated from your heart. The murmurs of the courtiers hushed, replaced by a collective realization that love, in all its forms, was the true essence of a thriving kingdom.

The moonlit courtyard became a stage for a moment that transcended time. As Bada approached, the symphony of blossoms and music seemed to pause, creating an intimate cocoon around the two of you.

"You look stunning," you whispered as she reached your side.

Bada's eyes sparkled with happiness. "And you look like the person I want to spend the rest of my life with."

The courtiers, caught in the magic of the moment, watched as you and Princess Bada exchanged vows beneath the blossoming cherry trees. The air was filled with promises of love and commitment, a testament to the resilience of a connection that had weathered the storm of tradition.

In the warmth of South Korean moonlight, with the laughter of friends and the promise of a shared future, you and Bada became partners for life. The blossoms above seemed to sway in celebration, casting a fragrant blessing on the union that had rewritten the destiny of a royal princess and a villager.

And so, in the heart of South Korea, where ancient castles stood testament to the dance of tradition and modernity, the love story of Princess Bada and you became a cherished tale passed down through generations. The moonlit courtyard, once witness to heartbreak and redemption, now stood as a symbol of the transformative power of love.

As you and Bada walked hand in hand, surrounded by the melodies of celebration, the echoes of your journey resonated through the palace walls. The courtiers, now supporters of the love that had defied tradition, joined in the festivities, and the kingdom embraced a future that celebrated love in all its forms.

In the grand halls of the palace, where the laughter of courtiers mingled with the melodies of traditional Korean instruments, the union of Princess Bada and you became a story that transcended time. The blossoming cherry trees, once witnesses to the complexities of love, now stood as guardians of a legacy that celebrated the triumph of authenticity over tradition.

And as the celebration continued into the night, you and Bada, bound by love and acceptance, embarked on a journey that promised a future filled with shared dreams, laughter, and the echoes of a love story that had rewritten the destiny of a kingdom steeped in history.

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[cool-fancier]

Academic Duels

Synopsis: In the halls of Daewon High School, you academic rivalry, born of contrasting styles, laid the groundwork for an unexpected connection. A tale of competition, shared recognition, and evolving relationship.

A/n: Academic Rivalry,some playful banter,Bada being kind,is a bit rushed

Word Count:3.9k

The story of the academic rivalry between you and Bada could be traced back to the halls of Daewon High School, a prestigious institution in the bustling heart of Seoul. Both of you were prodigies in your own right, emerging as academic stars in a sea of bright minds. The competitive spirit that simmered beneath the surface of your scholarly pursuits had its roots in the early days of your high school journey.

As freshmen, you and Bada were already making waves with your exceptional performances. The teachers couldn't help but marvel at the intellectual prowess displayed by two students who seemed destined for greatness.

Your backstory was one of humble beginnings. Born into a middle-class family, you had always viewed education as the key to transcending societal limitations. The determination to succeed and prove your worth had been instilled in you by your parents, who worked tirelessly to provide you with the opportunities they never had.

Bada, on the other hand, hailed from a family with a long lineage of scholars and intellectuals. The pressure to uphold the family legacy weighed heavily on her shoulders. Her parents, both accomplished academics, had set a high bar for success, and Bada was determined to not only meet but exceed those expectations.

The first encounter that set the stage for your academic rivalry occurred in the freshman year English class. The teacher, recognizing the exceptional talent in both of you, assigned a collaborative project that would serve as a precursor to the competition that would unfold over the years.

As fate would have it, you and Bada were paired together for the project. Initially, it seemed like a harmonious partnership, with the shared goal of producing a stellar presentation. However, as the days progressed, the differences in your approaches became apparent.

You, driven by a passion for the subject and a desire to delve deep into the material, took a creative and holistic approach to the project. Bada, with her meticulous and analytical mindset, preferred a structured and methodical strategy. The clash of these contrasting methodologies resulted in a project that was neither a seamless fusion of ideas nor a harmonious collaboration.

When the teacher evaluated the project, the feedback was mixed. The creativity and depth of your insights were praised, but the lack of structure and organization drew criticism. Bada, on the other hand, received commendation for the precision and clarity of her contributions but was urged to consider incorporating a more creative element.

The experience left both of you with a sense of dissatisfaction. For you, it was the first taste of a less-than-perfect performance, while for Bada, it was an unaccustomed brush with constructive criticism. The dynamic had shifted, and an unspoken challenge lingered in the air.

The following years witnessed an escalation of the rivalry. Each exam, project, or presentation became a battleground where you and Bada sought not just to excel but to outshine each other. The competition fueled an unrelenting pursuit of excellence that saw both of you consistently topping the class.

In the crucible of academic fervor, the rivalry extended beyond the classroom. Extracurricular activities, leadership positions, and even accolades from teachers became markers of success to be fiercely contested. The once-harmonious atmosphere of Daewon High School now crackled with the electric energy of a rivalry that had transcended the ordinary.

The competitive spirit, while driving you and Bada to extraordinary heights, also exacted a toll on your personal lives. Friendships were strained as the pursuit of academic superiority overshadowed other aspects of high school life. The unspoken tension in the hallways, the pointed glances exchanged during class discussions, and the occasional clashes in student council meetings became defining features of your high school experience.

The teachers, observing the intensity of the rivalry, attempted to channel it into positive avenues. You and Bada were often chosen to represent the school in academic competitions, debates, and quiz bowls. While these opportunities provided a platform to showcase your talents on a broader stage, they also heightened the stakes of the rivalry.

Despite the competitive undercurrent, there were moments of shared recognition. The mutual acknowledgment of each other's brilliance, even if begrudgingly given, fostered a strange camaraderie. You both knew that the rivalry, while fierce, was also a source of mutual growth and intellectual stimulation.

"You did well in the debate today," you acknowledged, unable to completely conceal the admiration in your voice.

Bada responded with a slight nod. "Your points were impressive too. It's always a challenge keeping up with your unpredictability."

The recognition, however, did little to assuage the burning desire for supremacy. The rivalry continued to drive both of you to push the boundaries of academic achievement.

The banter and debates during those high school years had a different flavor. In the classrooms of Daewon High School, where the echoes of spirited discussions reverberated, the story of you and Bada unfolded amidst playful taunts and competitive banter.

"Looks like you narrowly escaped defeat in today's quiz," Bada teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You shot back, "Narrowly? I call it strategic brilliance. Keeps you on your toes, doesn't it?"

The teachers, familiar with the dynamics between you two, often found themselves caught in the crossfire of banter.

"Ah, the intellectual sparring continues. I'm beginning to think I should assign you both to opposing debate teams," Mr. Kang, your history teacher, remarked with a chuckle.

Bada replied, "We'd welcome the challenge, wouldn't we? It might make things more interesting."

The banter extended beyond the academic realm. During student council meetings, where both of you held prominent positions, the discussions often took on a competitive edge.

"I propose we implement a mentorship program," you suggested, eyeing Bada with a challenge in your gaze.

Bada responded, "While mentorship is valuable, let's not forget the importance of independent learning. We don't want to coddle our fellow students."

The debates, while spirited, were always underlined by a mutual respect. The rivalry, though palpable, was a driving force that propelled both of you to strive for excellence.

Amidst the playful banter, there were moments of genuine collaboration. The fusion of your creative approach and Bada's analytical mindset occasionally resulted in projects that showcased the power of your combined intellects.

One such project, where you both collaborated on a research paper exploring the intersection of literature and science, garnered praise from your professors. The recognition, albeit shared, did little to quell the ongoing rivalry.

— — — — —

The hallways of Seoul National University echoed with the hurried footsteps of students rushing to their next classes. Among them were you and Bada, academic rivals whose competitive spirits fueled a perpetual race for excellence.

In the realm of academics, you and Bada were often neck-and-neck. Your prowess in the sciences matched her linguistic finesse, and each test became a battleground where victory was never guaranteed. The atmosphere between you two was always charged with unspoken competition, and your grades were the scoreboard that determined the winner.

Today was no different. The air buzzed with anticipation as the university prepared to release the results of the latest round of exams. The stakes were high, and both of you knew that this could be the moment that tilted the scales in one direction.

The backstory of this rivalry traced back to your first year at the university. Both you and Bada were standout students in your respective high schools, used to being at the top of your class. When you found yourselves in the same university, it was inevitable that your paths would cross.

The competition began innocently enough, with friendly banter and subtle attempts to outshine each other. However, as the semesters progressed, the rivalry intensified. Your accomplishments became the measuring stick for Bada, and vice versa. The stakes were not just about grades; they were about asserting dominance and proving who was truly the best.

As you entered the lecture hall where the test results were to be announced, a knot of nerves twisted in your stomach. The room was abuzz with whispers, and the tension was palpable. Bada, with her customary stoic expression, sat a few seats away from you. The unspoken challenge hung in the air like an electric current.

The professor walked in, holding a stack of graded papers. The room fell into a hushed silence as he prepared to distribute the tests. The moment of truth had arrived.

One by one, the professor called out names and handed back the exams. The tension in the room escalated with each passing moment. As your name was called, you reached out to grab your test, trying to hide the tremble in your hands. You quickly scanned the pages, relief washing over you as you saw the coveted "100%" at the top.

A triumphant smile crept across your face as you turned to glance at Bada. "What did you get?" you asked curiously, a mix of excitement and anticipation in your voice.

Bada's expression remained impassive as she received her test. She glanced at the pages and replied, "99%," her tone cold and unaffected.

A surge of exhilaration coursed through your veins. For the first time, it seemed victory was firmly in your grasp. "Well, looks like I finally got the upper hand this time," you said, unable to conceal the wide grin that spread across your face.

Bada met your gaze with a steady look, her poker face betraying no emotion. "Congratulations," she replied simply, her voice devoid of any hint of rivalry.

You couldn't resist the urge to boast. "I guess I've broken the cycle. Maybe this is the beginning of a winning streak," you declared, reveling in the momentary triumph.

As the news of your perfect score spread through the lecture hall, whispers of congratulations and admiration filled the air. Friends patted you on the back, and the sense of accomplishment lifted your spirits.

However little did you know the true nature of Bada's response. While she maintained her cool facade, there was a subtle glint of satisfaction in her eyes. What you didn't realize was that she had intentionally missed one question, not out of negligence, but as a calculated move. Bada had liked you for a long time, and this small act was her way of creating a moment of joy for you.

As you continued to bask in the glory of your achievement, Bada sat there, seemingly indifferent to the numbers on her paper. In reality, her heart carried a secret that she had guarded for far too long. The satisfaction in her eyes was not just about letting you win this round; it was about creating a moment that would make you smile, blissfully unaware of her feelings.

The rivalry between you and Bada had always been more than academics. Beneath the competitive banter and shared challenges, a connection had quietly blossomed. Bada had admired you for your dedication, your passion, and the genuine kindness that you extended to everyone around you. It wasn't just about being the best academically; it was about being the kind of person that made her heart skip a beat.

The backstory to this unexpected gesture traced back to a moment of vulnerability. Bada, with her sharp intellect and disciplined approach to academics, had always been perceived as an unyielding force. However, beneath the exterior of stoicism lay a desire for connection and understanding.

One day, as you were preparing for a particularly challenging exam, Bada caught a glimpse of the stress that clouded your usually confident demeanor. Instead of seizing the opportunity to press her advantage, she recognized the humanity in your struggle. It was then that she made a silent pact with herself – to occasionally let you taste the sweetness of victory, even if it meant deliberately missing a question.

In the weeks that followed, as you continued to revel in your newfound success, Bada observed from the sidelines. She saw how your confidence blossomed, how the taste of victory spurred you to even greater heights. And in those moments, she found a peculiar satisfaction – the satisfaction of seeing you smile, even if it was at the cost of a single percentage point.

The days turned into weeks, and the routine of academic rivalry persisted. However, an unspoken understanding had developed between you and Bada. She continued to be the formidable competitor, pushing you to excel, but every now and then, a subtle gesture hinted at a connection that transcended grades and competition.

In the midst of this dynamic, a friendship, unacknowledged and yet quietly thriving, began to take root. The rivalry that had once been fueled by a desire for supremacy now carried the weight of shared victories and unspoken gestures of camaraderie.

As the semester progressed, the academic challenges continued, but the relationship between you and Bada took on a new dimension. The hallways that were once silent witnesses to whispered rivalries now echoed with the occasional laughter and shared insights.

The library, with its hushed whispers and the scent of old books, became an unlikely setting for the next chapter in your evolving connection with Bada. As you both immersed yourselves in your studies, the atmosphere was charged with an unspoken camaraderie that had gradually replaced the intense rivalry of your earlier encounters.

One day, as you were engrossed in your textbooks and notes, Bada looked up from her own stack of books. "Do you want to grab a coffee after this?" she asked, her tone casual but carrying a warmth that transcended the usual competitiveness.

The invitation caught you by surprise, but the genuine sincerity in her eyes made it impossible to decline. "Sure, I'd love that," you replied, offering a genuine smile and a light blush. The idea of sharing a coffee, something that had started as a casual outing, had now become a symbol of the connection you were building.

As you both ventured into the campus café, the familiar aroma of coffee beans enveloped you. The atmosphere was light, free from the usual undercurrents of rivalry that had defined your interactions. The conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving through topics beyond the confines of academia.

"I never knew you were into literature," you remarked, genuinely intrigued by this new side of Bada.

She chuckled, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "Yeah, I've always loved getting lost in a good book. There's something magical about the way words can transport you to different worlds."

The exchange of personal interests continued, revealing shared passions for travel and a mutual appreciation for the intricacies of the Korean language. The coffee outings became a regular occurrence, each one peeling away another layer of the barriers that had once defined your relationship.

As weeks turned into months, the initial wariness between you and Bada melted away, paving the way for a genuine connection. The unspoken pact, where occasional victories were traded for moments of acknowledgment, remained intact.

One afternoon, as you sat in your usual corner of the café, sipping coffee and sharing laughs, Bada seemed a bit more reserved than usual. The air carried a subtle tension, and you couldn't help but notice the thoughtful glances she occasionally directed your way.

"You seem a bit quiet today," you observed, your tone gentle. "Everything okay?"

Bada took a deep breath, as if gathering her courage. "Yeah, everything's fine. Actually, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about."

The shift in her demeanor caught your attention. "Sure, go ahead. We're friends, right?"

A hint of relief but quick sadness flickered in Bada's eyes. "Yeah, friends," she affirmed, her gaze meeting yours. "I wanted to say... I that I really love our time together, and I don't want to mess it up, but I need to be honest with you."

Curiosity tinged with a touch of concern filled your expression. "Of course, Bada. You can be honest with me."

Taking another deep breath, she confessed, "I've liked you for a long time now. More than just as a study partner or a friend. I wasn't sure if I should say anything, but I didn't want to keep it from you."

Surprise registered on your face as you absorbed her words. Bada, the once stoic academic rival, had just revealed a vulnerability that spoke volumes. The café, with its low hum of background chatter, seemed to quiet down as you processed her confession.

The pause lingered for a moment, tension hanging in the air. Then, unexpectedly, you found yourself smiling. "Bada, I appreciate your honesty. I didn't see this coming, but I have to admit, I've liked you too."

Her eyes widened in genuine surprise. "You do?"

"Yeah," you chuckled, the weight of the unspoken tension lifting. "I guess our connection goes beyond just acing exams and grabbing coffee. I like you, Bada, more than I thought."

Relief washed over her, and a genuine smile graced her lips. "I was worried I might mess things up between us."

You reached across the table, gently taking her hand. "Bada, our connection is stronger than that. I'm glad you told me. Let's see where this takes us, without the pressures of academic rivalry."

From that moment, the dynamics of your relationship with Bada shifted once again. The coffee outings, once symbols of friendly competition, now became a canvas for the blossoming romance. The barriers had crumbled, revealing a connection that transcended the expectations of academia.

As the days turned into nights, you and Bada navigated this new chapter with a shared understanding. The unspoken pact, built on the foundation of occasional victories and heartfelt acknowledgments, had paved the way for a love story that had quietly unfolded beneath the surface of academic competition.

— — — — — —

The test results, once a source of tension, became a mere formality in the journey of your academic and personal growth. The rivalry that had once defined your interactions now stood as a testament to the transformative power of unexpected connections.

One day, as you and Bada sat in the same lecture hall where the initial rivalry had taken root, the professor announced another round of test results. The atmosphere, once thick with tension, now held an air of camaraderie.

As the professor called out names and distributed the exams, you and Bada exchanged knowing glances. The competitive spirit remained, but it was no longer fueled by a desire for supremacy. It was a shared journey of growth, each victory and defeat a stepping stone in the evolution of your friendship.

When you received your test, you scanned the pages, your heart pounding with anticipation. The familiar "100%" greeted you, and you couldn't help but smile. Turning to Bada, you asked, "What did you get?" Curiosity and genuine interest colored your words.

Bada, maintaining her composed demeanor, replied, "99%," with a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

The realization hit you – this was not a defeat but a continuation of the unspoken pact. You smiled widely, not as a display of triumph, but as an acknowledgment of the shared journey you and Bada had undertaken.

"I guess we're maintaining the balance," you said, your voice filled with a newfound understanding.

Bada nodded, the glint of satisfaction in her eyes mirroring your own. The professor, unaware of the intricacies of your connection, continued with the announcements, and the hall filled with a sense of collective achievement.

As you and Bada walked out of the lecture hall, the sun casting a warm glow over the campus, the unspoken pact between you two lingered in the air. The rivalry had evolved into a friendship, a connection that defied the expectations of competitiveness.

In the heart of Seoul National University, where the halls echoed with the pursuit of knowledge, the story of you and Bada became a testament to the transformative power of unexpected connections. The rivalry that once fueled the academic landscape now stood as a symbol of growth, shared victories, and the enduring bonds that emerged from the unlikeliest of beginnings.

Now, with the acknowledgment of your mutual feelings, the dynamics between you and Bada shifted once again. The coffee outings, once symbols of friendly competition, now became a canvas for the blossoming romance. The barriers had crumbled, revealing a connection that transcended the expectations of academia.

As the days turned into nights, you and Bada navigated this new chapter with a shared understanding. The unspoken pact, built on the foundation of occasional victories and heartfelt acknowledgments, had paved the way for a love story that had quietly unfolded beneath the surface of academic competition.

The exchange of glances had become laden with unspoken meanings, and every shared moment held a layer of intimacy that went beyond friendship. The sunsets over the campus felt warmer, and the laughter shared in the cafés echoed with the resonance of newfound affection.

One evening, as you both strolled through the campus, Bada couldn't resist a playful jab at your once intense rivalry. "Remember when you used to boast about being the smartest one in class?" she teased, nudging you lightly.

You chuckled, playing along. "Ah, those were the days when I had to remind you who the real brainiac was."

Bada raised an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Brainiac? Please, I seem to recall someone struggling to keep up with my brilliance."

You feigned offense, a playful glint in your eyes. "Oh, please. Your brilliance couldn't even match my wit."

The banter continued, each remark carrying the weight of shared history and a newfound camaraderie. As you both reached a quiet spot under a tree, the playfulness took a surprising turn. Bada, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, suddenly lunged at you, causing you to stumble backward.

Laughter echoed through the campus as Bada pinned you down playfully, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of challenge and affection. "Who's the brainiac now?" she teased, a playful grin on her face.

You couldn't help but grin back, the rush of the unexpected moment adding a layer of excitement to the playful banter. "Alright, you got me this time. But let's see who emerges victorious in our next academic duel."

Bada leaned in, her breath mingling with yours. "Oh, I'm looking forward to it. But for now, let's enjoy this little victory, shall we?"

As the playful banter lingered under the shade of the tree, Bada's eyes held a warmth that transcended the teasing. The laughter, the shared history, and the unexpected twists in your connection had brought you both to this moment.

Bada, still playfully pinning you down, leaned in with a gentle smile. "You know," she whispered, "sometimes the best victories are the ones we least expect."

A grin played on your lips as you replied, "I couldn't agree more."

In that suspended moment, the air between you and Bada crackled with anticipation. The playful rivalry had seamlessly transformed into a shared understanding, and the lines between competition and connection had blurred.

Without another word, Bada closed the distance, and your lips met in a tender kiss. The world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the soft rustle of leaves and the warmth of the embrace. The kiss, a culmination of unspoken feelings and the journey from rivals to something more, spoke volumes.

When you finally pulled away, a shared smile lingered between you. The playful banter, the academic duels, and the unexpected connection had led you to this moment, where the heartbeats echoed a new chapter in your evolving story.

In the heart of Seoul National University, where academic excellence met the uncharted territories of playful romance, the story of you and Bada continued to unfold. The once fierce academic rivals had discovered a bond that went beyond the confines of competition, and every banter-filled moment added a layer to the narrative of your evolving connection.

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[cool-fancier]

@allur1ngs Your words truly made my day! Thank you for your incredibly kind thoughts about my writing—it means the world.🩷 I'm thrilled to know you've found joy in my stories. Your support is incredibly motivating. I'd love nothing more than to connect more and share more of my writing with you whenever you have the time. Your appreciation means everything to me!🤭🥰

Hey there! Just wanted to drop by and send some love your way for your incredible fanfics. Seriously, your stories are like a warm hug on a rough day—they always manage to brighten mine. Your creativity and dedication shine through every chapter, and I can't help but get lost in the worlds you create. Keep weaving your magic with words because you've got a knack for making readers like me absolutely addicted! Much love and appreciation coming your way! ❤️ By the way, I've been curious—what are your thoughts on @cool-fancier and their fanfics? I've seen you appreciate quality storytelling, and I recently stumbled upon their work. Wondering if you've had the chance to dive into their stories too. Your opinion always matters to me, and I'm eager to hear your take on another talented writer in the community! 📖💖

OH MY GOSH THIS HAS TO BE THE CUTEST ASK EVER😭 thank you so so sooooo much lovely🩷 i try my hardest to include as many sensory details and descriptions as possible so that you all can have the best reading experience--i'm so glad i've been able to do that for you!!

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[cool-fancier]

Love's Haunting Embrace

Synopsis: In a dream, pre-wedding excitement surrounds a couple deeply in love. Unexpectedly, a twist reveals a heartrending tale of enduring love and profound loss.

A/n: The story involves tender moments shared between the reader, her friends, and her beloved, Bada, within a heartfelt context.The story explores themes of love, anticipation, and emotional depth, leading to a surprising revelation.navigates the complexities of a profound loss and the dreamlike experience that surfaces within the reader’s subconscious.

Word count: 2K

The sunlight danced through the windows, painting the room in soft hues of morning. You sat in front of the vanity, nerves and excitement bubbling within you like an orchestra tuning up for a grand performance. Your hands trembled slightly as you carefully applied the finishing touches to your makeup, stealing glances at the intricate lace of your wedding gown hanging nearby.

Lusher, your best friend and confidante, bustled around the room, fussing over the tiniest details. "You look absolutely breathtaking," she gushed, adjusting a stray strand of your hair. "Bada won't know what hit her when she sees you."

A playful smile tugged at your lips as you tried to steady your racing heart. "I hope I won't trip walking down the aisle."

Tatter, another close friend, chuckled, fixing the final details on your gown. "Trust me, you'll glide down that aisle like a queen. You've got this!"

Meanwhile, in another room, Bada sat, surrounded by her own group of friends—Kyma, Minah, CheChe, and Sowoen. They fluttered around her, teasingly reassuring her and fawning over her beauty.

"You're going to knock Y/N off her feet," Kyma grinned, adjusting Bada's outfit.

Minah nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, you look like the coolest bride ever!"

Bada's usually stoic facade cracked, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "Stop it, guys. You're making me more nervous."

Back in your room, Lusher handed you a beautifully wrapped package. "A little something to calm your nerves." Inside was a small, handwritten note from Bada—a heartfelt message that instantly brought tears to your eyes. It was a reminder of the love that bound you together, a source of strength on this momentous day.

"You two are just the sweetest," you sniffled, wiping away a stray tear.

Tatter grinned mischievously. "Save the tears for when you say your vows. We don't want to ruin that flawless makeup."

Laughter filled the room, easing the tension that had been building up inside you. As the minutes ticked by, the anticipation grew, mingled with a mix of jittery excitement and heartfelt emotions.

In the adjoining room, Bada opened a similar package from you—a token of your love and a reminder that this day marked the beginning of a new chapter in your lives together. She read your heartfelt words, feeling a surge of warmth and determination. Her friends exchanged knowing smiles, understanding the depth of her emotions even without words.

As the moment drew closer, you stole a glance at yourself in the mirror, taking in every detail—the way your gown cascaded around you, the way your heart raced with a blend of nerves and happiness. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

In her room, Bada stood before the mirror, straightening her tie with steady hands. Her heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and love. The image reflected in the mirror wasn't just her in a suit; it was the embodiment of a promise—a promise to love and cherish you for eternity.

Amidst the flurry of emotions, your friends gathered around you, offering words of encouragement, sharing stories, and reminding you of the incredible journey that led to this moment.

"You two were made for each other," Lusher said, her eyes sparkling with emotion.

Tatter nodded in agreement. "You've weathered storms together. Today is the start of a beautiful calm."

Across the hall, Bada's friends echoed similar sentiments, assuring her that this day was meant to be a celebration of love, of the unbreakable bond between you and her.

"You're not alone in this, Bada," Kyma said softly. "We're all here for you, just as Y/N is."

Minutes later, the doors of the church creaked open, signaling the beginning of a momentous journey. With hearts full of love and a future brimming with promise, you and Bada stepped forward, ready to exchange vows that would bind your souls together in a sacred union.

As the music swelled and you took those final steps toward the altar, all nerves dissipated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of peace. You locked eyes with Bada, and in that shared gaze, you found reassurance, love, and the unwavering certainty that this moment was meant to be—a moment destined to etch itself into the tapestry of your lives, forever cherished and remembered.

Bada, your beloved, stood opposite you, radiant in her wedding attire. Her eyes shimmered with joy and love, a reflection of the unspoken promises between you. Her smile, the one that always melted your worries away, was now a beacon of hope, promising a future of shared happiness.

As the ceremony progressed, your eyes remained locked with Bada's, each moment etching itself into your memory. The exchange of vows felt like an intimate confession of love and devotion, and the anticipation of the impending kiss filled the air with a mix of nerves and exhilaration.

"I now pronounce you partners for life. You may kiss the bride," the officiant announced with a smile, their voice resonating through the church.

You leaned in, ready to seal the vows with a tender kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only you and Bada in this sacred moment.

Just as your lips were about to meet, a jolt ripped through your consciousness. The warmth of the church dissolved, and you were jolted awake, tears streaming down your face, your heart wrenching with a deep ache.

You sat up in bed, gasping for breath, staring at the empty space beside you. Reality crashed back with cruel force, shattering the fleeting dream that had felt so achingly real.

Bada had been your everything—your confidante, your love, your partner in every sense. But she had passed away years ago, leaving a chasm in your soul that time had failed to heal.

The dream had brought back a flood of memories—the laughter, the shared dreams, the countless moments of comfort in each other's embrace. But with that came the piercing reminder that she was gone, a reality that never seemed to dull no matter how much time had passed.

You reached for the pendant on your bedside table, a delicate silver chain that held a small, engraved heart—Bada's last gift to you before she left. Clutching it to your chest, you felt the weight of your grief press down on you, the pain as fresh as it had been the day she departed.

You met Bada years ago in the vibrant chaos of the city. Both of you were artists, drawn together by a shared passion for expressing the unspoken through your respective mediums.

Your love story unfolded like a masterpiece, filled with shared dreams, laughter, and the quiet comfort of companionship.

Bada's art was a reflection of her soul—powerful, raw, and evocative. She poured her emotions into her creations, each piece a testament to the depth of her experiences. You admired her strength, her ability to convey vulnerability through her work.

Your own art was more subtle, capturing the delicate nuances of life. In Bada's presence, your creativity flourished, intertwining with hers to create a symphony of expression that resonated beyond the canvas.

The two of you navigated the challenges of life as a united force, weathering storms together and reveling in the sunshine. When you faced the world hand in hand, everything seemed possible.

However, fate had other plans. Bada fell ill unexpectedly, a battle against an invisible enemy that neither of you saw coming. The once vibrant and strong woman now fought for each breath, her essence slipping away with every passing day.

— — — — — — —

Bada's illness was a sudden and unexpected intruder into the vibrant tapestry of her life. It began with subtle signs—fatigue that lingered longer than usual, a persistent cough that refused to fade, and an inexplicable loss of appetite. At first, both of you brushed it off as minor ailments, attributing them to stress or seasonal changes.

But as weeks passed, those seemingly harmless symptoms evolved into something far more ominous. Bada's energy waned, her once-lively spirit dimming like a flickering flame struggling against a relentless wind. A trip to the doctor uncovered a devastating truth—a rare and aggressive disease had taken root within her, stealthily weaving its web of destruction.

The diagnosis cast a shadow over your lives, shattering the illusion of invincibility that both of you had once held. Bada's illness progressed rapidly, defying treatment and leaving doctors grasping for solutions that seemed to slip through their fingers.

The vibrant hues of her artwork dulled, reflecting the toll the illness took on her spirit. Days blurred together, marked by hospital visits, treatments that brought temporary relief but never lasting reprieve, and the looming specter of an uncertain future.

For Bada, the hardest part wasn't just the physical toll but the emotional strain—the frustration of being unable to create, the fear of losing the essence of who she was, and the heart-wrenching realization that she might not see the dreams you both had woven together come to fruition.

As her condition deteriorated, the once-bustling home transformed into a silent sanctuary where hope warred with despair. You became her constant companion, holding her hand through sleepless nights and soothing her with whispered assurances that love would conquer all.

Yet, despite the unwavering love and support, the illness persisted, chipping away at the foundation of your shared existence. The treatments grew more desperate, the hospital stays longer, and the glimmers of hope grew fainter.

Then came that fateful winter night when the silent battle reached its devastating conclusion. Bada slipped away, leaving behind a void that could never be filled—a void that echoed with the unspoken dreams, unfinished artwork, and the love that refused to fade.

The illness that stole her away was not just a physical ailment; it was a relentless force that shattered lives, leaving behind shattered dreams and a profound sense of loss that lingered long after her physical presence had vanished. It was a reminder of life's fragility, a cruel reminder that sometimes, even the strongest love cannot withstand the ruthless grip of fate.

Bada had been the light that guided you through life's storms. Her laughter echoed in your memories, and the love you shared had been the anchor that kept you grounded. But fate had cruelly snatched her away, leaving you adrift in a world that felt empty without her.

Days melted into nights, yet the ache in your heart remained unyielding. Each morning felt like a battle, grappling with the painful reality of waking up alone. The world moved on, but for you, time had frozen in that moment of loss.

You sought solace in the memories, in the dreams where Bada felt so close, so vividly alive. In those fleeting moments, she was there, smiling and vibrant, just as she had been in life. But with every awakening, the truth crashed down anew, tearing open wounds that refused to heal.

Friends and family offered their support, trying to ease your pain, but their well-intentioned gestures only served as painful reminders of what you had lost. They couldn't fill the void left by Bada's absence.

In the depths of your despair, you found yourself seeking refuge in places that held memories of your time together. The park where you shared laughter, the cafe where you had your first date—their echoes were bittersweet, a testament to the love that had once filled your days.

Yet, despite the overwhelming grief, a part of you clung to the dream—the dream of that wedding day, the promise of a lifetime with Bada. It was a cruel trick of the mind, offering a glimpse of happiness before snatching it away, leaving you shattered each time.

As the days turned into months and the months into years, you carried the weight of your loss like an invisible burden. Life continued around you, but you felt trapped in a world that no longer held the same allure without Bada by your side.

But amid the anguish and the longing, a tiny spark of hope flickered within—a hope that one day, in some unknown realm or in the recesses of your dreams, you would find solace, find peace, and find Bada waiting for you, smiling that radiant smile that had once been your everything. Until then, you held onto the fragments of memories, treasuring every moment spent in the warmth of her love.

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@mikaleialt I was thinking the same when writing it :(

Love's Haunting Embrace

Synopsis: In a dream, pre-wedding excitement surrounds a couple deeply in love. Unexpectedly, a twist reveals a heartrending tale of enduring love and profound loss.

A/n: The story involves tender moments shared between the reader, her friends, and her beloved, Bada, within a heartfelt context.The story explores themes of love, anticipation, and emotional depth, leading to a surprising revelation.navigates the complexities of a profound loss and the dreamlike experience that surfaces within the reader’s subconscious.

Word count: 2K

The sunlight danced through the windows, painting the room in soft hues of morning. You sat in front of the vanity, nerves and excitement bubbling within you like an orchestra tuning up for a grand performance. Your hands trembled slightly as you carefully applied the finishing touches to your makeup, stealing glances at the intricate lace of your wedding gown hanging nearby.

Lusher, your best friend and confidante, bustled around the room, fussing over the tiniest details. "You look absolutely breathtaking," she gushed, adjusting a stray strand of your hair. "Bada won't know what hit her when she sees you."

A playful smile tugged at your lips as you tried to steady your racing heart. "I hope I won't trip walking down the aisle."

Tatter, another close friend, chuckled, fixing the final details on your gown. "Trust me, you'll glide down that aisle like a queen. You've got this!"

Meanwhile, in another room, Bada sat, surrounded by her own group of friends—Kyma, Minah, CheChe, and Sowoen. They fluttered around her, teasingly reassuring her and fawning over her beauty.

"You're going to knock Y/N off her feet," Kyma grinned, adjusting Bada's outfit.

Minah nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, you look like the coolest bride ever!"

Bada's usually stoic facade cracked, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "Stop it, guys. You're making me more nervous."

Back in your room, Lusher handed you a beautifully wrapped package. "A little something to calm your nerves." Inside was a small, handwritten note from Bada—a heartfelt message that instantly brought tears to your eyes. It was a reminder of the love that bound you together, a source of strength on this momentous day.

"You two are just the sweetest," you sniffled, wiping away a stray tear.

Tatter grinned mischievously. "Save the tears for when you say your vows. We don't want to ruin that flawless makeup."

Laughter filled the room, easing the tension that had been building up inside you. As the minutes ticked by, the anticipation grew, mingled with a mix of jittery excitement and heartfelt emotions.

In the adjoining room, Bada opened a similar package from you—a token of your love and a reminder that this day marked the beginning of a new chapter in your lives together. She read your heartfelt words, feeling a surge of warmth and determination. Her friends exchanged knowing smiles, understanding the depth of her emotions even without words.

As the moment drew closer, you stole a glance at yourself in the mirror, taking in every detail—the way your gown cascaded around you, the way your heart raced with a blend of nerves and happiness. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

In her room, Bada stood before the mirror, straightening her tie with steady hands. Her heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and love. The image reflected in the mirror wasn't just her in a suit; it was the embodiment of a promise—a promise to love and cherish you for eternity.

Amidst the flurry of emotions, your friends gathered around you, offering words of encouragement, sharing stories, and reminding you of the incredible journey that led to this moment.

"You two were made for each other," Lusher said, her eyes sparkling with emotion.

Tatter nodded in agreement. "You've weathered storms together. Today is the start of a beautiful calm."

Across the hall, Bada's friends echoed similar sentiments, assuring her that this day was meant to be a celebration of love, of the unbreakable bond between you and her.

"You're not alone in this, Bada," Kyma said softly. "We're all here for you, just as Y/N is."

Minutes later, the doors of the church creaked open, signaling the beginning of a momentous journey. With hearts full of love and a future brimming with promise, you and Bada stepped forward, ready to exchange vows that would bind your souls together in a sacred union.

As the music swelled and you took those final steps toward the altar, all nerves dissipated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of peace. You locked eyes with Bada, and in that shared gaze, you found reassurance, love, and the unwavering certainty that this moment was meant to be—a moment destined to etch itself into the tapestry of your lives, forever cherished and remembered.

Bada, your beloved, stood opposite you, radiant in her wedding attire. Her eyes shimmered with joy and love, a reflection of the unspoken promises between you. Her smile, the one that always melted your worries away, was now a beacon of hope, promising a future of shared happiness.

As the ceremony progressed, your eyes remained locked with Bada's, each moment etching itself into your memory. The exchange of vows felt like an intimate confession of love and devotion, and the anticipation of the impending kiss filled the air with a mix of nerves and exhilaration.

"I now pronounce you partners for life. You may kiss the bride," the officiant announced with a smile, their voice resonating through the church.

You leaned in, ready to seal the vows with a tender kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only you and Bada in this sacred moment.

Just as your lips were about to meet, a jolt ripped through your consciousness. The warmth of the church dissolved, and you were jolted awake, tears streaming down your face, your heart wrenching with a deep ache.

You sat up in bed, gasping for breath, staring at the empty space beside you. Reality crashed back with cruel force, shattering the fleeting dream that had felt so achingly real.

Bada had been your everything—your confidante, your love, your partner in every sense. But she had passed away years ago, leaving a chasm in your soul that time had failed to heal.

The dream had brought back a flood of memories—the laughter, the shared dreams, the countless moments of comfort in each other's embrace. But with that came the piercing reminder that she was gone, a reality that never seemed to dull no matter how much time had passed.

You reached for the pendant on your bedside table, a delicate silver chain that held a small, engraved heart—Bada's last gift to you before she left. Clutching it to your chest, you felt the weight of your grief press down on you, the pain as fresh as it had been the day she departed.

You met Bada years ago in the vibrant chaos of the city. Both of you were artists, drawn together by a shared passion for expressing the unspoken through your respective mediums.

Your love story unfolded like a masterpiece, filled with shared dreams, laughter, and the quiet comfort of companionship.

Bada's art was a reflection of her soul—powerful, raw, and evocative. She poured her emotions into her creations, each piece a testament to the depth of her experiences. You admired her strength, her ability to convey vulnerability through her work.

Your own art was more subtle, capturing the delicate nuances of life. In Bada's presence, your creativity flourished, intertwining with hers to create a symphony of expression that resonated beyond the canvas.

The two of you navigated the challenges of life as a united force, weathering storms together and reveling in the sunshine. When you faced the world hand in hand, everything seemed possible.

However, fate had other plans. Bada fell ill unexpectedly, a battle against an invisible enemy that neither of you saw coming. The once vibrant and strong woman now fought for each breath, her essence slipping away with every passing day.

— — — — — — —

Bada's illness was a sudden and unexpected intruder into the vibrant tapestry of her life. It began with subtle signs—fatigue that lingered longer than usual, a persistent cough that refused to fade, and an inexplicable loss of appetite. At first, both of you brushed it off as minor ailments, attributing them to stress or seasonal changes.

But as weeks passed, those seemingly harmless symptoms evolved into something far more ominous. Bada's energy waned, her once-lively spirit dimming like a flickering flame struggling against a relentless wind. A trip to the doctor uncovered a devastating truth—a rare and aggressive disease had taken root within her, stealthily weaving its web of destruction.

The diagnosis cast a shadow over your lives, shattering the illusion of invincibility that both of you had once held. Bada's illness progressed rapidly, defying treatment and leaving doctors grasping for solutions that seemed to slip through their fingers.

The vibrant hues of her artwork dulled, reflecting the toll the illness took on her spirit. Days blurred together, marked by hospital visits, treatments that brought temporary relief but never lasting reprieve, and the looming specter of an uncertain future.

For Bada, the hardest part wasn't just the physical toll but the emotional strain—the frustration of being unable to create, the fear of losing the essence of who she was, and the heart-wrenching realization that she might not see the dreams you both had woven together come to fruition.

As her condition deteriorated, the once-bustling home transformed into a silent sanctuary where hope warred with despair. You became her constant companion, holding her hand through sleepless nights and soothing her with whispered assurances that love would conquer all.

Yet, despite the unwavering love and support, the illness persisted, chipping away at the foundation of your shared existence. The treatments grew more desperate, the hospital stays longer, and the glimmers of hope grew fainter.

Then came that fateful winter night when the silent battle reached its devastating conclusion. Bada slipped away, leaving behind a void that could never be filled—a void that echoed with the unspoken dreams, unfinished artwork, and the love that refused to fade.

The illness that stole her away was not just a physical ailment; it was a relentless force that shattered lives, leaving behind shattered dreams and a profound sense of loss that lingered long after her physical presence had vanished. It was a reminder of life's fragility, a cruel reminder that sometimes, even the strongest love cannot withstand the ruthless grip of fate.

Bada had been the light that guided you through life's storms. Her laughter echoed in your memories, and the love you shared had been the anchor that kept you grounded. But fate had cruelly snatched her away, leaving you adrift in a world that felt empty without her.

Days melted into nights, yet the ache in your heart remained unyielding. Each morning felt like a battle, grappling with the painful reality of waking up alone. The world moved on, but for you, time had frozen in that moment of loss.

You sought solace in the memories, in the dreams where Bada felt so close, so vividly alive. In those fleeting moments, she was there, smiling and vibrant, just as she had been in life. But with every awakening, the truth crashed down anew, tearing open wounds that refused to heal.

Friends and family offered their support, trying to ease your pain, but their well-intentioned gestures only served as painful reminders of what you had lost. They couldn't fill the void left by Bada's absence.

In the depths of your despair, you found yourself seeking refuge in places that held memories of your time together. The park where you shared laughter, the cafe where you had your first date—their echoes were bittersweet, a testament to the love that had once filled your days.

Yet, despite the overwhelming grief, a part of you clung to the dream—the dream of that wedding day, the promise of a lifetime with Bada. It was a cruel trick of the mind, offering a glimpse of happiness before snatching it away, leaving you shattered each time.

As the days turned into months and the months into years, you carried the weight of your loss like an invisible burden. Life continued around you, but you felt trapped in a world that no longer held the same allure without Bada by your side.

But amid the anguish and the longing, a tiny spark of hope flickered within—a hope that one day, in some unknown realm or in the recesses of your dreams, you would find solace, find peace, and find Bada waiting for you, smiling that radiant smile that had once been your everything. Until then, you held onto the fragments of memories, treasuring every moment spent in the warmth of her love.

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Love's Haunting Embrace

Synopsis: In a dream, pre-wedding excitement surrounds a couple deeply in love. Unexpectedly, a twist reveals a heartrending tale of enduring love and profound loss.

A/n: The story involves tender moments shared between the reader, her friends, and her beloved, Bada, within a heartfelt context.The story explores themes of love, anticipation, and emotional depth, leading to a surprising revelation.navigates the complexities of a profound loss and the dreamlike experience that surfaces within the reader’s subconscious.

Word count: 2K

The sunlight danced through the windows, painting the room in soft hues of morning. You sat in front of the vanity, nerves and excitement bubbling within you like an orchestra tuning up for a grand performance. Your hands trembled slightly as you carefully applied the finishing touches to your makeup, stealing glances at the intricate lace of your wedding gown hanging nearby.

Lusher, your best friend and confidante, bustled around the room, fussing over the tiniest details. "You look absolutely breathtaking," she gushed, adjusting a stray strand of your hair. "Bada won't know what hit her when she sees you."

A playful smile tugged at your lips as you tried to steady your racing heart. "I hope I won't trip walking down the aisle."

Tatter, another close friend, chuckled, fixing the final details on your gown. "Trust me, you'll glide down that aisle like a queen. You've got this!"

Meanwhile, in another room, Bada sat, surrounded by her own group of friends—Kyma, Minah, CheChe, and Sowoen. They fluttered around her, teasingly reassuring her and fawning over her beauty.

"You're going to knock Y/N off her feet," Kyma grinned, adjusting Bada's outfit.

Minah nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, you look like the coolest bride ever!"

Bada's usually stoic facade cracked, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "Stop it, guys. You're making me more nervous."

Back in your room, Lusher handed you a beautifully wrapped package. "A little something to calm your nerves." Inside was a small, handwritten note from Bada—a heartfelt message that instantly brought tears to your eyes. It was a reminder of the love that bound you together, a source of strength on this momentous day.

"You two are just the sweetest," you sniffled, wiping away a stray tear.

Tatter grinned mischievously. "Save the tears for when you say your vows. We don't want to ruin that flawless makeup."

Laughter filled the room, easing the tension that had been building up inside you. As the minutes ticked by, the anticipation grew, mingled with a mix of jittery excitement and heartfelt emotions.

In the adjoining room, Bada opened a similar package from you—a token of your love and a reminder that this day marked the beginning of a new chapter in your lives together. She read your heartfelt words, feeling a surge of warmth and determination. Her friends exchanged knowing smiles, understanding the depth of her emotions even without words.

As the moment drew closer, you stole a glance at yourself in the mirror, taking in every detail—the way your gown cascaded around you, the way your heart raced with a blend of nerves and happiness. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

In her room, Bada stood before the mirror, straightening her tie with steady hands. Her heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and love. The image reflected in the mirror wasn't just her in a suit; it was the embodiment of a promise—a promise to love and cherish you for eternity.

Amidst the flurry of emotions, your friends gathered around you, offering words of encouragement, sharing stories, and reminding you of the incredible journey that led to this moment.

"You two were made for each other," Lusher said, her eyes sparkling with emotion.

Tatter nodded in agreement. "You've weathered storms together. Today is the start of a beautiful calm."

Across the hall, Bada's friends echoed similar sentiments, assuring her that this day was meant to be a celebration of love, of the unbreakable bond between you and her.

"You're not alone in this, Bada," Kyma said softly. "We're all here for you, just as Y/N is."

Minutes later, the doors of the church creaked open, signaling the beginning of a momentous journey. With hearts full of love and a future brimming with promise, you and Bada stepped forward, ready to exchange vows that would bind your souls together in a sacred union.

As the music swelled and you took those final steps toward the altar, all nerves dissipated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of peace. You locked eyes with Bada, and in that shared gaze, you found reassurance, love, and the unwavering certainty that this moment was meant to be—a moment destined to etch itself into the tapestry of your lives, forever cherished and remembered.

Bada, your beloved, stood opposite you, radiant in her wedding attire. Her eyes shimmered with joy and love, a reflection of the unspoken promises between you. Her smile, the one that always melted your worries away, was now a beacon of hope, promising a future of shared happiness.

As the ceremony progressed, your eyes remained locked with Bada's, each moment etching itself into your memory. The exchange of vows felt like an intimate confession of love and devotion, and the anticipation of the impending kiss filled the air with a mix of nerves and exhilaration.

"I now pronounce you partners for life. You may kiss the bride," the officiant announced with a smile, their voice resonating through the church.

You leaned in, ready to seal the vows with a tender kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only you and Bada in this sacred moment.

Just as your lips were about to meet, a jolt ripped through your consciousness. The warmth of the church dissolved, and you were jolted awake, tears streaming down your face, your heart wrenching with a deep ache.

You sat up in bed, gasping for breath, staring at the empty space beside you. Reality crashed back with cruel force, shattering the fleeting dream that had felt so achingly real.

Bada had been your everything—your confidante, your love, your partner in every sense. But she had passed away years ago, leaving a chasm in your soul that time had failed to heal.

The dream had brought back a flood of memories—the laughter, the shared dreams, the countless moments of comfort in each other's embrace. But with that came the piercing reminder that she was gone, a reality that never seemed to dull no matter how much time had passed.

You reached for the pendant on your bedside table, a delicate silver chain that held a small, engraved heart—Bada's last gift to you before she left. Clutching it to your chest, you felt the weight of your grief press down on you, the pain as fresh as it had been the day she departed.

You met Bada years ago in the vibrant chaos of the city. Both of you were artists, drawn together by a shared passion for expressing the unspoken through your respective mediums.

Your love story unfolded like a masterpiece, filled with shared dreams, laughter, and the quiet comfort of companionship.

Bada's art was a reflection of her soul—powerful, raw, and evocative. She poured her emotions into her creations, each piece a testament to the depth of her experiences. You admired her strength, her ability to convey vulnerability through her work.

Your own art was more subtle, capturing the delicate nuances of life. In Bada's presence, your creativity flourished, intertwining with hers to create a symphony of expression that resonated beyond the canvas.

The two of you navigated the challenges of life as a united force, weathering storms together and reveling in the sunshine. When you faced the world hand in hand, everything seemed possible.

However, fate had other plans. Bada fell ill unexpectedly, a battle against an invisible enemy that neither of you saw coming. The once vibrant and strong woman now fought for each breath, her essence slipping away with every passing day.

— — — — — — —

Bada's illness was a sudden and unexpected intruder into the vibrant tapestry of her life. It began with subtle signs—fatigue that lingered longer than usual, a persistent cough that refused to fade, and an inexplicable loss of appetite. At first, both of you brushed it off as minor ailments, attributing them to stress or seasonal changes.

But as weeks passed, those seemingly harmless symptoms evolved into something far more ominous. Bada's energy waned, her once-lively spirit dimming like a flickering flame struggling against a relentless wind. A trip to the doctor uncovered a devastating truth—a rare and aggressive disease had taken root within her, stealthily weaving its web of destruction.

The diagnosis cast a shadow over your lives, shattering the illusion of invincibility that both of you had once held. Bada's illness progressed rapidly, defying treatment and leaving doctors grasping for solutions that seemed to slip through their fingers.

The vibrant hues of her artwork dulled, reflecting the toll the illness took on her spirit. Days blurred together, marked by hospital visits, treatments that brought temporary relief but never lasting reprieve, and the looming specter of an uncertain future.

For Bada, the hardest part wasn't just the physical toll but the emotional strain—the frustration of being unable to create, the fear of losing the essence of who she was, and the heart-wrenching realization that she might not see the dreams you both had woven together come to fruition.

As her condition deteriorated, the once-bustling home transformed into a silent sanctuary where hope warred with despair. You became her constant companion, holding her hand through sleepless nights and soothing her with whispered assurances that love would conquer all.

Yet, despite the unwavering love and support, the illness persisted, chipping away at the foundation of your shared existence. The treatments grew more desperate, the hospital stays longer, and the glimmers of hope grew fainter.

Then came that fateful winter night when the silent battle reached its devastating conclusion. Bada slipped away, leaving behind a void that could never be filled—a void that echoed with the unspoken dreams, unfinished artwork, and the love that refused to fade.

The illness that stole her away was not just a physical ailment; it was a relentless force that shattered lives, leaving behind shattered dreams and a profound sense of loss that lingered long after her physical presence had vanished. It was a reminder of life's fragility, a cruel reminder that sometimes, even the strongest love cannot withstand the ruthless grip of fate.

Bada had been the light that guided you through life's storms. Her laughter echoed in your memories, and the love you shared had been the anchor that kept you grounded. But fate had cruelly snatched her away, leaving you adrift in a world that felt empty without her.

Days melted into nights, yet the ache in your heart remained unyielding. Each morning felt like a battle, grappling with the painful reality of waking up alone. The world moved on, but for you, time had frozen in that moment of loss.

You sought solace in the memories, in the dreams where Bada felt so close, so vividly alive. In those fleeting moments, she was there, smiling and vibrant, just as she had been in life. But with every awakening, the truth crashed down anew, tearing open wounds that refused to heal.

Friends and family offered their support, trying to ease your pain, but their well-intentioned gestures only served as painful reminders of what you had lost. They couldn't fill the void left by Bada's absence.

In the depths of your despair, you found yourself seeking refuge in places that held memories of your time together. The park where you shared laughter, the cafe where you had your first date—their echoes were bittersweet, a testament to the love that had once filled your days.

Yet, despite the overwhelming grief, a part of you clung to the dream—the dream of that wedding day, the promise of a lifetime with Bada. It was a cruel trick of the mind, offering a glimpse of happiness before snatching it away, leaving you shattered each time.

As the days turned into months and the months into years, you carried the weight of your loss like an invisible burden. Life continued around you, but you felt trapped in a world that no longer held the same allure without Bada by your side.

But amid the anguish and the longing, a tiny spark of hope flickered within—a hope that one day, in some unknown realm or in the recesses of your dreams, you would find solace, find peace, and find Bada waiting for you, smiling that radiant smile that had once been your everything. Until then, you held onto the fragments of memories, treasuring every moment spent in the warmth of her love.

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AHH!! THANK YOU 🤭😆

Bound By Desire

Synopsis: Bada surrenders to your desires as you explore her body, igniting a passionate encounter between you both.

A/n:uses nickname of ‘princess’ fluff to smut .The characters and especially Bada and events in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real-life individuals or situations is purely coincidental.A bit rushed

Word count:1.9K

It was on a crisp autumn day, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of fallen leaves. You found yourself in a quaint café, seeking solace in the comforting embrace of a warm cup of coffee. Lost in your thoughts, you sipped your drink, observing the world around you.

As you glanced up, your eyes met Bada's, who stood near the counter, studying the menu. There was an immediate connection, an unspoken understanding that passed between you two. Intrigued by her presence, you gestured towards the empty seat across from you.

"Would you like to join me?" You asked, a gentle smile gracing your lips.

Bada's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she accepted the offer, settling into the chair. You both exchanged pleasantries, engaging in light conversation that gradually deepened. You discovered shared interests, passions, and an appreciation for art, music, and dance.

As the hours flew by, your connection grew stronger. You shared stories, dreams, and fears, gradually peeling back the layers of our souls. It was a slow dance of getting to know one another, each conversation revealing more about your hopes and desires.

Days turned into weeks, and your encounters became more frequent. You embarked on adventures together, exploring the city's hidden gems, visiting art galleries, and immersing ourselves in the beauty of nature. These shared experiences deepened your bond, allowing you to see different facets of each other.

One evening, as you strolled through the park, the setting sun casting a golden glow over everything, Bada turned to you, her eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

"Y/N, I have to confess something," she began, her voice soft yet determined. "I've been feeling a strong connection with you, a connection that I can't ignore. I find myself thinking about you constantly, and I'm drawn to your presence. It's as if we were meant to cross paths."

Her words resonated deep within you, validating the feelings that had been blossoming in your own heart. You reached out, gently taking her hand in yours , your touch conveying a sense of comfort and reassurance.

"Bada," you replied, your voice filled with warmth. "I feel it too. This connection we share is something special, something I've never experienced before. I want to explore it, to see where it leads us. If you're willing, I'd be honored to be your girlfriend."

A smile bloomed on Bada's face, her eyes shining with joy. "Yes, Y/N," she said, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and vulnerability. "I would love for us to be more than just friends.”

From that moment on, your relationship blossomed with a gentle and deliberate pace. You took the time to truly know each other, nurturing an emotional connection as you discovered the intricacies of your thoughts and aspirations. Your physical intimacy, too, grew naturally over time, as you both explored the depths of passion and desire.

Each day brought you closer, deepening your understanding and love for one another. You cherished the simple joys, the laughter, and the shared moments of vulnerability. Your relationship became a tapestry woven with trust, respect, and a genuine appreciation for the unique individuals you were.

As the seasons changed, your love continued to evolve, adapting to the challenges that life presented. You both faced hardships and celebrated triumphs together, providing unwavering support and encouragement. The connection remained steadfast, an anchor in the stormy seas of life.

Looking back, you are grateful for the gradual development of your relationship. It allowed you to build a solid foundation, one rooted in trust, emotional intimacy, and a profound understanding of one another. Your love story continues to unfold, each chapter filled with depth, passion, and a profound appreciation for the journey you embarked upon that fateful autumn day.

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You had been away for what felt like an eternity, consumed by the demands of work and the chaos of life. The distance between Bada and you grew, and the ache of longing for her touch intensified with each passing day. But finally, the day had arrived. You stood outside her door, your heart pounding with anticipation.

As you knocked, your mind raced with memories of our passionate encounters, the way her body molded against yours, the taste of her lips, the feel of her skin beneath your fingertips. The door swung open, and there she stood, a vision of beauty and desire, clad in her sweatpants and baggy T-shirt.

Her eyes widened in surprise, a mix of excitement and relief washing over her face. "Y/N," she breathed, her voice filled with longing. "You're finally here."

You couldn't hold back any longer. You surged forward, your lips crashing against hers in a searing, passionate kiss. Your bodies pressed together, and you could feel the heat radiating between the two of you. The taste of her, the familiar scent of her skin, it all flooded your senses, igniting a fire within you that had been dormant for far too long.

As your lips danced, your hands roamed freely, tracing every curve and dip of each other's bodies. The hunger and need for one another were palpable, almost suffocating. You broke the kiss, gasping for air, your eyes locked with hers.

Her lips lingered on your, ascending each step, lost in the fervor of her kiss, guiding you to your shared room.

"Not yet, princess," you whispered against her lips, your voice filled with a mixture of desire and restraint. "I want to savor you."

Bada's lips parted, a soft moan escaping her as she threw her head back against the pillows. The sight of her surrendering to the pleasure you could provide sent a jolt of electricity through you. You trailed kisses along her jawline, nipping at her sensitive skin, before making your way down to the curve of her neck.

Your hands moved with purpose, exploring every inch of her body. You revealed in the softness of her skin, the way it yielded beneath your touch. You could feel her heartbeat quicken against your fingertips, matching the rhythm of your own racing pulse.

Her breathing grew ragged as you made your way lower, your lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire along her collarbone, her chest, her stomach. You dipped your fingers beneath the delicate fabric, feeling her heat radiating against your skin.

Bada's plea was barely a whisper, but it reverberated through the room, fueling the fire that consumed you both. "Y/N, I need you."

You couldn't deny her any longer. You ran a finger through her folds, just to tease her, reveling in the way she arched against your touch. "Oh, princess, I can feel how much you need me," you murmured, your voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and longing.

She begged again, her pouty pink lips forming the most enticing plea. "Please," she whimpered, her voice laced with need.

A wicked smile curled on your lips as you leaned in, your breath warm against her ear. "You look so pretty when you pout, princess," you whispered, your voice a low, seductive murmur. "But I have something better in mind."

With that, you trailed your fingers through her folds again, feeling her growing wetter and wetter in anticipation. Her hips instinctively bucked against your hand, seeking more contact, more friction.

Your own desire burned brightly within you, but you wanted to draw out this moment, to build the tension until it was almost unbearable. You withdrew my hand, leaving Bada panting and needy, her eyes pleading for release.

"Not yet," you said firmly, your voice laced with a hint of dominance. "I want to play with you a little longer."

The frustration and longing danced in her eyes, but she nodded, a mix of anticipation and resignation written across her face. She trusted you completely, knowing that you would lead her to the heights of pleasure.

You continued to tease her, your fingers tracing patterns on her inner thighs, skimming just past where she craved your touch the most. You reveled in the control, in the power you held over her pleasure. Bada's gasps fill the room as you continue to pleasure her, your fingers moving with deliberate precision. Her body arches against your touch, aching for more. You lean in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, your tongue dancing with hers as you intensify your movements.

A surge of possessiveness courses through you, fueling your desire to claim her completely. You quicken the pace of your fingers, feeling her walls tighten around them. Each stroke brings her closer to the edge, and you can sense her unraveling beneath you.

"You're mine, princess," you growl, your voice dripping with dominance. "No one else can make you feel like this."

Bada's eyes flutter open, the intensity in her gaze mirroring the passion that courses through your veins. "Yes, Y/N," she breathes, her voice laced with submission. "I'm yours, body and soul."

With those words, you feel a surge of power rush through me, emboldening you to push her further. You add a third finger, stretching her, and her moans turn into a symphony of pleasure. Her hips buck against your hand, seeking more friction, more release.

You can feel her approaching the precipice, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. You lean down, capturing one of her pert nipples in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, while your fingers continue their relentless assault.

"Y/N!" she cries out, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and desperation. "I'm going to come!"

You pull away, denying her release. "Not yet, princess," you whisper, your breath warm against her ear. "I want to taste you first."

Her eyes widen with anticipation as you position myself between her thighs. The scent of her arousal fills the air, intoxicating you. You lower your head, your tongue flicking against her swollen clit, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Bada.

You tease her, alternating between slow, languid licks and intense, focused sucking. Her hands grip the sheets, her body writhing beneath you as you bring her to the edge of ecstasy over and over again, denying her release until she's begging for it.

"Please, Y/N," she pleads, her voice desperate. "I can't take it anymore. I need to come."

You smile against her sensitive flesh, savoring the taste of her arousal on your lips. "Beg for it, princess," you command, your voice dripping with dominance.

Her eyes lock with yours, her desperation shining through. "Please, Y/N," she pleads, her voice filled with raw need. "Let me come. I'm yours. Only yours."

The sight of her surrendering to you, her vulnerability laid bare, sends a surge of possessiveness through you. You gave her what she craves, your tongue working tirelessly against her clit as you plunge two fingers back inside her, matching the rhythm of your movements with the intensity of your sucking.

Bada's body tenses, her back arching off the bed as a wave of pleasure crashes over her. She cries out your name, her voice a mix of ecstasy and surrender, as her orgasm ripples through her.

You continue to lavish attention on her sensitive core, prolonging her pleasure as she rides the waves of her release. Finally, when she's spent, you ease off, your lips trailing kisses along her inner thighs.

Bada's chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. She looks at me with a mixture of awe and adoration, her eyes shining with unspoken emotions.

"Y/N," she whispers, her voice filled with love and gratitude. "That was... incredible."

You crawl up the bed, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her close. "You're incredible, princess," you murmur, nuzzling against her neck. "But… I'm just getting started."

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This hit me hard, can't even put it into words here. Seriously, a must-read!

༊*·˚ hold me

alpha!gf!bada....

c/w: gp!bada... alpha bada... rough, possessive gf bada. fingering. knotting. lots of cum... mild marking. mentions of breeding and pregnancy....

a/n: uhm... merry christmas! @princhii @thevenussapphic

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“do you think these are cute?” you hold the items up to bada, awaiting a response.

bada is extremely distracted right now. there is a man staring at you from across the aisle and something about it is making bada’s head spin. after he stops practically eye fucking you, he meets bada’s and his face pales a bit. bada’s eyes narrow and she steps impossibly close to you, watching him until he walks to the next aisle.

“… are you good.”

bada’s head whips to yours and she realizes just how close she had actually gotten. she was nearly squishing you against the clothing rack.

“shit— sorry. sorry baby,” bada steps back, “they’re really cute. you wanna go try them on for me?”

bada watches as you nod and bounce away. she felt odd. like… like there was something coursing through her that she couldn’t quite put a finger on. she followed you into the dressing room, sitting on the stool in the corner.

you make quick work changing out of your current clothes and into the white dress that caught your girlfriends eye. when you face the mirror, you spot bada behind you, scanning your figure up and down. she takes her lip between her teeth. when her eyes reach yours, her eyes a slightly hooded and have the slighted glaze over them.

“you look great, baby. spin for me?”

you do as your told, spinning until bada’s hands catch your hips. she pulls you on top of her lap. her eyes focus on your figure once again, stopping when they see how your breasts almost spill out of your low cut top. she licks her lips— you look fucking delicious

“you look so pretty today, angel.” bada’s eyes flick back up to yours. she moves one hand from your hips up to cup your jaw. she pulls you in for a searing kiss, tongue licking against your own. you feel her hips buck up into yours and she lets out a quiet hiss.

“so fucking pretty for me.” she continues her assault on your lips and pushes you down into her lap. her head is spinning and she feels like she’s floating. bada continues moving your hips back and forth on her lap, pushing up into you, fighting for any sort of friction for her weeping cock-

“shit- shit, princess. keep grinding on me like that. please, baby.”

you pull away from bada slightly, just enough to utter a couple words,

“we can’t bada. we’re in public-”

bada lets out a loud, loud whine. her hips stutter as she fucks her hips against your clothed lower half. the grip on your hip tightens so much bada distantly thinks of how her fingertips might leave marks on you which only spurs her on further.

“f-fuck. please baby. i need it.” she whispers against your mouth, eyes welling up with tears.

your hand goes up to cup bada’s forehead-

“you’re burning up. are you okay?”

bada’s hand leaves your jaw and stops at your throat, squeezing lightly. she pulls away from you with spit slicked lips. she takes all of you in, the way you look just slightly fucked out. the way you’re gripping onto her shoulders as she guides your hips to rub up against her own.

you let out a weak whine, “bada-”

and bada’s eyes roll to the back of her fucking head. her mouth opens in a silent moan, entire body tensing as she creams her pants, hips slowly rolling into your own as she draws out her orgasm. and you feel the wet patch before it even connects in your brain exactly what just happened.

needless to say you both quickly left the shop, an embarrassed bada trailing behind you, holding you against her body as you walk out.

you guys dont discuss it any further.

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three days later you find yourself trapped under bada as she subconsciously buries her face into your neck. your hands rub up and down her back,

“bada..?”

she groans a little in defiance.

“c’mon you big baby, wake up. i’m dying.”

she doesn’t respond immediately, she just shoves her face further into your skin. after a couple moments, you switch to lightly raking your nails against the fabric of her shirt.

you hear her hiss and feel her pull herself up. she positions herself so that she’s fully hovering over you. she’s got a lopsided grin on her face,

“g’morning baby.”

bada’s arms cage the sides of your head as she leans down to press a kiss to your lips. she pulls away but something in her brain short circuits when she tastes your lips. she immediately swoops back down to kiss you again, one hand cradling your head. she kisses down your jaw, down your neck,, and stops at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. you feel her sigh into your neck,

“i’m gonna call out today.”

you run your fingers through her hair,

“you okay?”

“yeah i just..” she croaks out, voice scratchy from sleep, “i just feel like i need to be close to you right now.”

she leaves soft kisses against your skin. she distantly wonders why she feels like she’s gonna die if she’s more than 6ft away from you, but all thoughts are thrown to the window when you decide to scratch her scalp with your nails.

“feels so good, baby. thank you.”

you continue running your nails across her scalp. she’d been so clingy lately, you couldn’t help but feel a little bad for her. she’d been a little more lazy, a little slower in her movements.

“you smell so fucking good, y/n.”

you push her off of you and giggle,

“im gonna go try and make us breakfast—” badas eyes light up but you raise your hands up, “dont get your hopes up. we’ll probably have to order in anyway. i am no chef.”

as you shimmy your way out of bed, bada takes in the way your hips sway when you walk. they way her shirt reaches just below your ass. she can kinda see your curves through the fabric of her shirt—

bada feels herself sweat as the thinks about taking you just like that. raising her shirt up. pulling your flimsy panties to the side and fucking you full of her. she wonders, distantly, how well you’d take her knot.

well, fuck. bada throws herself back into bed as she comes to her realization— shes in a rut.

she stays like that for about 15 minutes. she tries really, really hard to push those thoughts down and be normal. but then she hears pans clanking in the kitchen and she remembers you’re there and her feet guide her to you, without thought.

when bada reaches her destination, she leans against the door frame. she’s been doing alot of admiring lately. this time she admires your legs and how your thighs rub together when you walk. she wonders how they’d feel wrapped around her head—

“fuck it.” she mutters.

you hear her, feel her before you see her. her hands grip your waist as she flips you to face her and lifts you to place you on the counter. when you take in her appearance, shes flushed from neck up. sweat beads at her forehead. her pupils are blown wide and her mouth is open in a slight pant. her tongue darts out to wet her lips as her eyes flick from your own down to your lips.

“i need you,” her voice cracks in need, “are you gonna let me have you, baby?”

your skin pricks with sweat too, almost mirroring your partners. its then you have the realization as well. how clingy bada has been, how needy she is, how domineering shes been with you. the way she’s dressed you for the past week— baggy clothes… her clothes. you realize now she’s been marking you for the past week, putting extra on your plate. covering you up more, making sure you were warm and comfortable.

“bada are you-”

“yes— yes. tell me i can take you. tell me you want it, pretty girl. tell me you need it.”

bada’s eyes shift into something less desperate, more dangerous. her hands grip your hips and pull you into her own and you feel it. a cock, hot, heavy. waiting for you. you whine out upon contact,

“i need it bada, please.”

bada lets out a dark chuckle,

“so polite. so easy.”

she presses her lips against yours, calculated and smooth. her mouth molds against your own and you feel her pant each time she pulls away. her lips are more needy than the last each time she goes back in and eventually she nips at your bottom lip hard enough for you to physically wince. your eyes squeeze shut and tears prick your eyes.

“shit- sorry… fuck— no i’m not. you look so pretty like that.”

her kisses continue down your neck,

“’wanna make you cry today-,” she sighs into your neck, thinking of all the ways she’s gonna make you feel good tonight. one hand travels from your hip up to your neck, the other dips its fingers in your underwear. she forces you to look at her as she inserts two fingers inside of you, her thumb rubbing slow circles into your clit.

“gonna make you sob while i make it fit.”

her fingers crook up inside of you, rubbing against your gummy walls. you’re so wet that you can hear squelching as she fucks her fingers inside of you. she inserts a third as soon as she feels you relax,

“you’re gonna take it all for me today, right princess?” she presses a kiss to your lips when you nod in response,

“you wanna make me happy don’t you?”

and its almost as if your body is molding to her every will. your neck bares for her, almost presenting yourself for her. you do want to make her happy. your brain wills for you to do everything in your power to make her happy right now. your brain was so cloudy and—

“poor baby. it’s okay,” bada grins, she loved when you were like this. it made her feel useful. powerful.

your legs instinctively spread more for her and she inserts a fourth finger. tears well up in your eyes and bada kisses them as they fall,

“don’t want you to hurt too bad baby.”

once she thinks you're stretched enough, pulls her sweats down just enough to accompany her cock, she guides it into your cunt, groaning as she pushes in. your eyes begin to close but she taps you on your cheek to grab your attention,

"look at me while i stretch you out, angel."

your brows furrow together as you do your best to keep your eyes open as you take her, inch by inch. as soon as she's finished pushing into you, she gives you a sloppy kiss on the lips,

"i'm gonna make you feel so fucking good baby, just relax for me."

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it started out so soft. so caring. after round 3, bada stopped caring. stopped being so soft.

“’fuckin— shit— fuckin take it baby. like a good girl would.”

bada’s got her arm wrapped so tightly around your neck your ears are nearly ringing.

the first round she fucked you on the counter, whispering how nice you felt around her. round two was in the hallway, against the wall. she held you up with your legs wrapped around her and praised you on how good you were being. round three was on the bed, plush blankets surrounding you while your hair was splayed around you like a halo. she told you how proud of you she was, how it was just gonna be a little more.

now she’s impatient. the only thought in her brain was to breed you, make you hers. fuck you full of her cum. ruin you for other people.

after the last round she’d flipped you so that your stomach was against the bed. she’d pulled your hips up to meet her own but you’d made the mistake of clawing the sheets, almost like you were trying to run away.

bada didn’t like that.

she wraped her arm around your neck and yanked you up against her. your arms couldnt find purchase anywhere other than gripping her forearm. tears were streaming down your face. you felt so fucking full. cum was leaking out of you with every thrust.

“’s too much baby— please.”

bada kisses your temple in response,

“jus’ a little more.” bada groans out, “you’re so fucking ungrateful. maybe a knot would shut you the fuck up—” and bada’s eyes roll to the back of her head at the thought of it. she needed to so fucking bad. she kept cumming and cumming but felt no relief. she needed to knot you, she needed to plug you full just for her.

“you’re gonna look so pretty, angel. covered in my cum. wish i could take a picture and post it for everyone to see.”

bada’s hips stutter as she feels you clench around her. she swears she feels the beginning of a knot form.

“’m gonna cum in you again. ‘should cum on you this time. make you reek of me.”

bada releases you from her hold in favor of pressing you back into the mattress, muffling your yelps and moans.

“bet you’d like that. being covered in my spunk. at the end of the day, you’re my pretty, pretty, cum hungry whore. god—”

bada grasps at your hips, grinding her cock into you. your hands grip the sheets above you as you feel her knot catch at your opening. she fucks deeper into you,

“bet you wanna hang off my knot everyday. get fucked and bred morning and night.”

she leans down and intertwines your fingers with her own. her lips graze your ear as she whispers,

“i’d do it for you, too.”

and at this point, shes stuck inside of you, ready to burst. her brain is like mush as she keeps trying to get friction by grinding into you,

“id fuck you all day if i could. force myself into this pretty little pussy from the time i wake up until i’ve fucked you back to sleep. could spend hours in this cunt.”

her teeth graze the juncture between your neck and shoulder. a warning. a threat. a promise.

“wanna get you pregnant— fuck you full of my babies.”

bada can feel the beginnings of her orgasm begin, pleasure licking up her spine.

“i want it, bada. i’d do anything for you. anything to make you happy. please fuck me full. get me— ah fuck— get me pregnant. please bada please—”

bada’s eyes roll and her body tenses up as please wracks through her veins. her vision blurs and her hands grip yours so hard its starting to hurt. shes letting out airy whines and the occassional grunt as she empties herself inside of you. her head spins and she tries to ground herself by pressing kisses along your shoulder but, god, she feels like shes fucking floating.

you, on the other hand, felt like you were going to burst. you felt every spurt of cum inside of you. she was just pumping you full of her seed and it made you feel… good. warm. fuzzy. you could feel her big frame surround you as she nearly sobbed into your neck as she busts inside of you.

eventually, her hips stop stuttering and her cries turn into sniffles. her body relaxes into yours and her once stiff hands mold into your own, the grip significantly softer this time.

a couple minutes pass as you both relax a bit. bada speaks up,

“you okay, angel?” her thumb glides across your knuckles. her lips press soft kisses against the back of your neck.

“mhm… you’re heavy though.”

bada chuckles and removes her hands from yours. she peels herself up and repositions you two so that you’re both laying on your sides.

“i should chose a more… uhm.. comfortable position to.. uh..”

you roll your eyes. she cannot be serious right now.

“are you fucking stuttering right now.”

“no! no— i. i am not stuttering i’m just…” she trails off, embarrassed. she shoves her face into your neck,

“can i please catch a break? i just came like four times baby PLEASE—”

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a/n: thank you for your patience with me while i was gone!! im back and with gp!bada nonetheless... please please please give me feedback on this. i've never fully written gp! so do let me know if you liked, disliked, etc! thank you 🫶🏽 missed you all fr 🌟

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