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lepidus-illusio · 11 months

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A new drabble has been brewed by Ipah!

wedding delicacies.

you've hated jacob for all your life but due to a selfish decision, you were forced to marry him.

pairing. jacob bae x fem!reader | genre. drabble, fluff | word count. 0.7k | warnings. really rushed writing, lowercase intended

author's note. happy (belated) birthday jacob! fun fact about this drabble; I wrote it in under 2 hours which is insane considering the fact that I haven't written anything proper in a whole month 😭😭

never once in your life would you think you’d end up here, in this god forbidden place in this god forbidden position. for starters, your father was a shallow man. he couldn’t differentiate his problems with family problems and decided it was best if he could just merge the two together. exhibit a, you being forced into an arranged marriage just because he couldn’t settle his debt on time. and the worst part was your spouse. jacob bae.

now you couldn’t say you hated him. he was a fun and kind guy, always being known as the life of the party and such. however you couldn’t ignore the bubbling anger within you everytime the two of you were compared. you could colour your colour pencils without it being streaky? jacob could blend colours seamlessly without even having to try. you found the answer to the maths question your teachers provided? jacob completed the whole sheet and got full marks. your assignment got marked highest in class? jacob’s got marked highest in the whole state. comparison after comparison made you form a barrier between the two of you from ever interacting. sure it wasn’t his fault you had a mere disliking of him but it was inevitable for yourself to feel that way.

now that the whole introduction was out of the way, let’s come back to the present instead of looming over the past. you were the bride, he was the groom, you said your vows and ‘I do’s blah blah — currently, it was the wedding reception. jacob’s family were all jolly and happy whilst yours were sunken, sad that their daughter had to go through an arranged marriage from her father’s lack of perception. the sounds of ice clinking against the wine filled glasses alongside the scrapping of utensils against the porcelain plates was beginning to overwhelm you with emotions. you were already unhappy with the marriage, it didn’t help that jacob’s family acted just like him — loud and extremely chatty.

you got off of your seat, dragging your legs away from the dinner table unnoticed. well, you thought. a hand hastily wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back to gain your attention. your head snapped back, knowing exactly who was holding it. “where are you going? the party just started.” he asked with curious eyes. you rolled your eyes back at him before roughly pulling away your hand from his grip. “away from this party.” you spat out, strutting away before you even managed to see his expression.

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at least three hours had passed since you left the party to hang out within the locked dressing room, away from all the chaos ensuing. your phone had already been spam called multiple times by family members, terrified of your wellbeing. perhaps it was time for you to get out of your comfort zone and ensure your parents (mother) don’t begin tearing down the whole party in order to find you. you got off the sofa, quietly walking towards the door that separated you and the party.

the second you opened that door, a strong whiff of alcohol began to fill your nostrils. god, the whole party was dead drunk by now. you stepped out of your comfortable confinements, fully expecting your mother to be panicking but was met with something you’d never have expected.

“where’s my wife?!” jacob shouted, voice shaky and eyes brimmed with tears. at least two people were holding him back, trying to calm him down by telling him that you were in safe hands, probably already back at your shared apartment, asleep. your eyes could probably jump out of your eyes socket judging by the size you had widened them. shock was evident on your face by anyone who laid their eyes on you.

it seemed your presence was soon recognised as people began pointing your way while calling out to jacob. you could see how his drunken eyes began to frantically search yours. the second the two of you made eye contact, he instantly bolted towards your direction, wrapping his arms tightly around your torso. you could feel your face heat up, heart pounding out of your chest. his arms tightened around you — if that was even possible. “god, I thought I’d lost you.” he mumbled against your shoulder, breath fanning the skin.

maybe you didn’t hate him.

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lepidus-illusio · 11 months

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A new oneshot has been brewed by Rae!

come back, please ✰ svt kmg

pairing — kim mingyu x fem!reader

genre — one-shot, angst (fluff ending)

summary — you think your fiancé is cheating on you.

warning(s) — mentions of infidelity, miscommunication

word count — 2.2k words

author’s note — actually embarrassed with how this turned out; mingyu was supposed to be in the wrong in my idea at first but I wrote this in the car so it ended up poorly written. if y’all enjoy this I’ll be genuinely surprised.

It’s been more than a week since you talked to Mingyu. You come home late every night due to work and see him already sleeping peacefully on your shared bed, cuddling a pillow which you assume was there in place of you. Every morning, he wakes up an hour earlier than you and has already left by the time you get out of bed.

The two of you are at that point in life where work would bother you every single day, yet you can’t stop just yet. You are, and have been, engaged for close to a year already, and you would’ve thought that your monthly savings of half your pay — as well as Mingyu’s — would suffice for your wedding and the aftermath of it, but you still continue. You know very well you’re doing this only because you’re paranoid, but as for the man you’ve been in love with since high school …

Unfortunately, you haven’t really had the time to talk. A week prior to the current one, all of your conversations with Mingyu consisted of basic caring questions from fiancé to fiancée and one word replies; maybe the occasional kiss to the lips or warm hug you had grown used to.

You had every right to assume he was seeing another woman.

As much as you don’t want to, it is a possibility — and one that you can’t get out of your head. You refuse to believe the little voice pestering you to pack up and leave. You can’t. You need him, and maybe that little voice was lying all along, and in reality, Mingyu needs you, too. He told you that every time you had petty little arguments, no matter if it was you or him apologising first.

You’re sitting on your couch, alas having emailed your boss for a half day at work. You were let off rather easily, seeing as you’re one of the more loyal employees amongst people of your age, who tend to change jobs every few months for the ‘experience’.

It is six o’clock in the evening. You’re expecting the beep of your digital door to sound, as it does whenever the pin entered in was correct and the door was unlocked. And as the door opens, it is revealed that your fiancé has come home from work.

The scene happens exactly as you wished it to. You wait patiently as Mingyu enters the door code and walks into the house with his suit jacket hung over his left shoulder. You notice that he’s holding a few bags in his right hand and walk over to him swiftly to set him free of their weight.

He mutters a quiet ‘thank you’ and once his shoes as well as tie were off, he pulled you into a hug. You stay that way, encased in his arms, for a minute, before he tilts your head up to catch you in a sweet kiss — one that was more passionate than any other in the past month or so. But you feel odd.

“Are you sick?” Mingyu tenderly questions, stroking your hair as a force of habit. “You’re not usually home this early.” I’m tired and I want to find out whether you’ve been bringing another woman into this house whenever I’m not around.

The words get stuck in your throat as the little devil on your shoulder took over you for a split second. You compose yourself quickly and reply, “I wanted to see you. It’s been a long time since we got to spend time with each other.” Not a lie — never a lie. You will yourself to believe it was truer than what your little devil was so insistent on standing by.

Your fiancé chuckles, and you realise how much you’ve missed him. Not just his laugh that was music to your ears, but his comforting presence, his warm smile and the saccharine pecks he would leave on every surface of your body he could reach.

Mingyu kisses you once more, then proceeds to say a little guiltily, “I’m gonna take a shower. You may have taken one already, but the door’s always open if you want to join.” He squeezes your shoulders and you leave a peck on his palm when you manage to grasp it for a second.

This is what your love with him is. Hugs, soft words and many, many kisses. You want it back.

But when your fiancé comes home the next day with a woman all drunk and wasted after you made the effort to come home earlier than usual, everything you hoped for came crashing down.

He shoots you an apologetic smile as he lays the woman down on the couch, ensuring that she was comfortable. Your heart clenches as you remember the infinite number of times he had done that to you before.

You retreat into your shared bedroom, unable to stand the sight any longer.

Once the woman is settled, Mingyu comes brisk-walking into the room, immediately on his knees to apologise for the sudden guest.

“Seokmin invited her and she got too drunk and I was the only one sober enough to drive a car but she fell asleep the moment I buckled her in and I couldn’t wake her up and I didn’t know her address so I brought her here instead and I— I’m so sorry, I should have asked—”

You cut him off with a finger to his lips, and his eyes widen just a little bit in shock.

You’re mad. And Mingyu is being so caring to a woman you don’t even recognise and have never heard of before. You are fully aware that you’re feeling jealous and overprotective about the most trivial thing ever, but you just can’t help it.

In your defence, he had gotten jealous a whole lot of times when you were dating, too.

“It’s alright,” you whisper warmly to him, despite your true emotions. You can tell that Mingyu’s confused by the way you responded. He knew you would be upset by his actions; he was so sure you would rage out on him for bringing a woman into your shared home.

In disbelief, your fiancé changes his position so that his hands are holding yours. He’s much closer now. “No, it’s not alright,” he says with worry, confident that other emotions lingered behind that undoubtedly fake smile. “Sweetheart, what’s the matter? You never hide anything from me—”

“How would you know I’m hiding something?” you remark, supposedly in a teasing tone, trying to set aside the doubts you have about Mingyu’s infidelity. “Don’t worry so much, love.”

You know he doesn’t believe you one bit now. His brows narrow. “You’re lying—”

“Then what do you want me to say, Gyu?” You don’t normally use his nickname anymore. It was always terms of endearment — until now, at least.

You stand from your place at the edge of the bed, now towering over Mingyu’s kneeling frame. He looks up at you with confusion. You want to slap his handsome face so badly, but you can’t bring yourself to hit him when you aren’t entirely sure he was seeing someone else.

Tears start to build in your eyes, threatening to spill at one blink. You will yourself not to. “It’s almost been a year since you proposed to me, and you’ve gone well over the amount we planned to save for the wedding,” you begin explaining in a strained voice that was likely going to break any time now. “I don’t see the amount of your savings increasing anymore — ever since three months ago. And three months ago, you began ‘going to work’ earlier, when we would always go together.”

Mingyu had been standing since you finished your first sentence, waiting for a moment to explain his actions that were obviously misinterpreted. But you don’t let him cut off your train of thought. You have so much that you need to say and get off your back.

“Kissing is normal in our relationship, but nowadays I don’t feel any emotion in your kisses. Your hugs are still as comforting as they always were, but I can’t help but wonder if I’m the only one on the receiving end of them.” Your voice breaks at the last bit, and right after that, a tear falls from your eye. A single tear, which rolls down your cheeks and drops silently to the carpeted bedroom floor.

Mingyu wants to pull you into his embrace and tell you ‘it’s okay’, but he’s the culprit now. He is the subject of the infidelity you were suggesting. He knows it doesn’t work that way. He can’t bring himself to say anything.

You take that as a sign of guilt. Maybe whatever you’re saying is true?

“We didn’t talk for a week, Mingyu,” you somehow manage to form coherent words, what with the increasing need to fall to the ground and let your tears flow uncontrollably. “And I’ve seen multiple women’s contacts flashing across your screen consistently, one more frequent than the others.”

At this statement, your fiancé’s hands are immediately on your upper arms, eyes searching yours for something. He looks frantic. “Sweetheart, it’s not what you think …” he trails off, toeing the line hesitantly, waiting for your signal to continue.

When you don’t say a single word or move an inch, he says, “I’ve had my doubts, too. I know you come home late because of work — you always do — but you never wake me up when you come home. You used to prod me everywhere whenever I fell asleep before you came home.”

You don’t seem like you’re going to say anything.

“I’ve been … saving up more than we’d planned, only because I wanted to surprise you. You’ve talked about getting cats ever since I could remember, but your parents never let you. The cats are supposed to arrive soon, but … Why have you been staying out so much on the weekends? You normally work from nine to one.”

Your breath hitches at the revelation. You don’t know how to reply to him. You realise you were both in the wrong. “Your parents are in town, and they have been for— for the past two months.” You raise your hand to wrap your fingers around his forearm, grounding him before he breaks down like you did.

Mingyu’s relationship with his parents is not favourable in the least. They neglected him even though he was their only child; compared him to others who were “much better than him” and “on a totally different level” than him. He managed to get rid of them when he moved to a new place during high school, where he met you. He hadn’t seen them since.

“They want to restart.” Your words are careful as you deliver them. He has been through so much with his parents that he never thought of seeing them again.

Mingyu shook and lowered his head. It was his turn to allow tears to flow down his cheeks. “I can’t,” he whispers in a broken voice — one that makes you flinch just a little. It’s been years since you heard this version of his voice.

“Where did we go wrong?” he pleads, desperate to fix the problems he doesn’t even know exist.

You reach out your free hand to wipe his tear stains away with your thumb, then you caress his cheeks for the first time in weeks. “This is normal,” you whisper, alas realising everything at once. The two of you lacked communication due to work. Then you interpreted everything wrongly and started overthinking because you think you’re drifting apart.

“It’s okay now. I understand you, and I know you understand me, too,” you mutter, leaning in to rest your forehead on his shoulder. His hands find themselves positioned on your waist, where they would always be when the both of you were hugging. “You don’t need to know why it all happened just yet. I figured it out, but you can do that later. I want to fix things now.”

You sniffed, the result of your crying earlier. “Come back, please. I want to act as if we’re teenagers again, without a care in the world. I want the undying love we promised each other under that starry night sky. I want the old you to come back. Clumsy, immature Gyu.”

Mingyu, surprisingly, laughs a little at your last statement. “I’m sure you don’t mean that,” he says in a quiet voice, still recovering from the unbelievable words that came out of your mouth previously.

“It was much better than whatever this is anyway.” He tries to suppress a hurt expression but fails miserably. You catch it before it disappears and add, “Don’t get me wrong. I love being engaged to you.”

His entire face lights up at your reassurance and you swear his previously tear-stained cheeks dried from the brightness.

As if nothing had happened and you two didn’t ever fall apart somewhere, Mingyu brings you in for a kiss. One that had all the emotion and feeling you were looking for. One that spoke all the unspoken words from the both of you. One that stitched your thread of love back together like a simple, tiny needle.

It was so easy to get back together, to finally understand the other point of view.

You worry about what would happen when one of you really starts to lose interest.

But for now, you’ll bask in the moment and enjoy your time with your lover, your fiancé and your best friend.

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lepidus-illusio · 11 months

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A new drabble has been brewed by Kae!

reach me ☆— p. sunghoon

synopsis ➔ sunghoons love language is touch, and yours is quality time. you need reassurance that that’s okay.

pairing ➔ bf!sunghoon x reader

genre ➔ fluff

word count ➔ idk but trust it’s short.

warnings ➔ tiny angst, fluff, reader needs some reassurance. um i think it can be read for any gender/pronouns but lemme know if not 😜

a/n ➔ why do i feel the need to reassurance fics with sunghoon. like that nightmare one i did. maybe that should tell me something…. oh well!! enjoy! OMG ALSO this is kinda all over the place bc i absolutely forgot whatever ideas i had for this. jesus long ass a/n okay bye.

you slump your shoulders and sigh, bringing a hand to your head, palm on your forehead.

a throbbing made a crescendo when you bend down to drop your bag. all you wanted was a rest, some water, and sunghoon.

he’s already looking at you from the couch, a slight furrow in his brows, when you look up. your dress shirt is wrinkled and half tucked when he sits up silently.

“headache.” you say in an almost whisper, filling the warm silence as you head for the bathroom. you longed for him to follow and envelop you in warmth, but instead you opted for the water. which washed you, which sunghoon probably couldn’t.

you emerge in one of your boyfriends shirts and long pants to cover you from the cool breeze.

“do you want something to eat?” he asks quietly, taking in consideration the banging in your head and chest. he knew how you looked on a good work day, and he definitely knew how you looked a bad one. and also how to take care of you.

he always took care of you, and you always tried to do the same but you didn’t have the same skills as him.

shaking your head, you slowly approach sunghoon and the couch.

he opened his arms for you to slump in his chest. the urge to stuff your face in his chest tempted you before you could, taking a mental step back. he’s probably tired too.

“somethings bothering you. and it’s not just work.”

how does he know that?

not wanting to bother him, you accept his invitation.

with his arms wrapped around you, and your body crammed in with your hands awkwardly laying where they assumed they should go. he felt comfortable but did you? how did he always know what to do? why didn’t you?

maybe it was a fatigue that made you question your qualifications to be his partner, but fatigue was winning. you lay your head on his chest, something you would never do.

“how do you know what to do?”

“im gonna need more context, y/n.”

you sigh and smile a tad. “i mean, like, being a boyfriend. i’m already gonna fall asleep in your arms even though i’m still stressed from work.” you take a second and look up to him, “how do you know how to make me feel like this?”

he chuckled, “it’s not knowing. it’s more like, instinct.”

“but whenever i have an ‘instinct’ i feel like it’s clingy or too much.”

he blinks, “god, that makes me wonder how clingy you think i am.”

it’s your turn to furrow your brows, wondering how sunghoon could every think he’s too clingy. it made you realise that his love language, something you read about in your early teens, was entirely physical touch. when you first met him, 10th grade, maths class, you could have never imaged it.

“you’re good at that, not being clingy. you know how much is too much, how little is too little.” you confess. it makes you think about how your energy levels control how you hold your tongue. sunghoon smiles at the odd compliment, running his hand softly up and down your upper arm.

“it doesn’t worry me one bit, you shouldn’t be worried either. you know why? because you show me love in other ways. apparently you don’t even realise it.” he responds softly, receiving a raised eyebrow from you. “you spend time with me. every second you get. i love it.”

“you come grocery shopping with me, come with me when i need gas. not only that, but you take me places you know i’ll like. it means more than you think, y/n.”

jutting your bottom lip out, you stuff your face back into his chest. you can feel his light laugh through his chest, also feeling the sleep returning. the reassurance from sunghoon, now knowing that he liked, even loved, everything you tried to bring to the relationship lifted the weight of a thousand thoughts off your strained shoulders. and your headache.

his hands continue to comfort you, his own pride in making his girlfriend feel better making his heart bloom.

“get some rest, y/n.”

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lepidus-illusio · 1 year

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A new drabble has been brewed by Ipah!

may I have this dance?

you always got what you wanted as a duchess. yet somehow, the mask you wanted so badly fell into the hands of another.

pairing. choi chanhee x fem!reader | genre. drabble, fluff | word count. 0.9k | warnings. lowercase intended

author's note. happy birthday chanhee! Ik I've only been writing bday fics lately 😭😭 trust I have things up my sleeve just not enough motivation to write them <//3 bdays are my only motivation to write istg 😔✌️

the preparations made for a ball were always the worst to attend. they were boring, repetitive and strict. living a lavish lifestyle was clearly romanticised to the point all your friends were envious that you were busy trying to meet the expectations of your parents. being the only daughter of the grand duke and duchess of your village meant you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. yet that doesn't mean you’ve had the perfect life.

you were always treated as if you were a princess, despite not being the same social stratification as one. it did give you an advantage though, people were less likely to use you, knowing you had ties to the royal family and could possibly have them escorted out of the village premises with just a snap of the finger. but it also meant you were given unsolicited attention from many. some females wanted to befriend you to exploit your wealth. it was obvious just exactly those who did but the fact made you gain trust issues of some sorts. some even have the audacity to attempt to scam you whenever you tried to purchase items.

just as the male kneeling in front of your mother was. “i-it was a mistake duchess! we didn’t mean to scam you-” he pleaded, hands glued together while his eyes begging your mother. “nonsense! I have had enough of you fools trying to gain more money from us. if you’re poor, just admit to the fact and move along!” your mother shouted with rage, taking your hand in hers and storming out of the store. the two of you were in the middle of finding masks for the upcoming masquerade ball when the store owner had given your mother a suspiciously high price for a simple velvet mask. turns out, it was just as she expected — a scam.

walking out of the lavish store, your eyes were busy scanning any of the other stores nearby in case they too sold fancy-esque masks. one caught your eye. barely decorated with a wooden awning shading the masks from the bright sunlight. you left your mother’s side, strutting towards the young male by the counter who was busy sliding beads onto a string.

“greetings!” the male exclaimed, hands clasped as he abandoned the bead bracelet he was making. “what is the grand duke’s daughter doing in my store on a fine day like this?” he teased, seeing how your eyes were already stuck on the masks he decorated with beads and feathers. truly, they were a work of art. at some point, your mind had already been set on one in particular. you pointed towards it, asking for the price. the male tsked, shaking his head. “I’m afraid someone already reserved it, if you had come just 10 minutes prior then the mask would be all yours.”

your eyebrows furrowed, reaching out to a different mask instead — a second best. “I’ll take this then.” the male nodded, taking the mask and wrapped it with paper before cautiously placing it into a paper bag. he waved you off, thanking you for your generosity.

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the night had begun, the crowds formed as the classical music blared from the speakers. you wished they would just hire talented musicians from the street, like that one guy you witnessed playing the violin on the street. perhaps it was because no one in the family had a keen eye to art anymore. well, excluding you, of course. your mind was still stuck onto the mask you had been rejected on buying. it was beyond pretty. you were sure people would look at it in confusion, not understanding the need for breads and feathers on a simple masquerade. you knew the mask was bound to be found in the ball, no one would buy such a mask just for decoration.

just as you had imagined, the mask in question was finally in your sight. the male behind it had fluffy pink hair that reached the back of his neck with clothes that matched the mask’s red beads and feathers. you just wanted to go up to him and bargain for the mask, still hung up on the fact that you weren’t able to purchase such a mask. but it wasn’t proper etiquette for you, as the duchess, to suddenly approach an unsuspecting male, demanding for his mask to be taken off and given to her. you decided it’d be best to wait until the dance session to ask him for a dance.

everyone knew who you were. it was hard not to when only the royalty was allowed to wear such lavish dresses and suits. but somehow, the male you had your eyes on was beginning to feel like royalty as well. he had an alluring charm to him that even you, who was at least 10 feet away from him, was beginning to be attracted to him. it wasn’t like you could see what he looked like under the mask, only being able to see past his lips. even his lips were pretty.

after what felt like forever, the dance session had begun. everyone scrambled to find a partner while you confidently strutted towards him. there was already a line of females wanting to have the dance with him but the second they laid their eyes on you, they began to disperse into the crowd to find another. besides, they couldn’t do anything if you wanted him. the male stared at you, eyes widened that such a figure was walking towards him. you only gave him a soft smile, bowing slightly as your mother had always taught you.

“may I have this dance?”

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lepidus-illusio · 1 year

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A new drabble has been brewed by Ipah!

racoon ramen.

in which... late night ramen cravings and early morning cuddles are a hastle to satidfy at once. well- maybe not so much when sunwoo is clingy and would do anything for ramen.

pairing. kim sunwoo x fem!reader | genre. drabble, fluff | word count. 0.4k | warnings. curse words, lowercase intended

author's note. happy birthday sunwoo! this was really short bc I was rushing my ass to get this done by 10 pm 😭😭 I might rewrite this when the time comes

the electric cooking pot your boyfriend had gifted you as a joke was beginning to become your prized possession. it was your best friend durings late nights like these, where you craved ramen at 2:30 a.m after spending hours on a stupid school assignment and you were far too lazy to get your ass up and walk over to the kitchen to satisfy your cravings.

from the second sunwoo had gifted you the pot, you began stashing and stocking up all kinds of ramens you and your boyfriend enjoy together. one of your all time favourites was neoguri ramen for a couple reasons. one, it tastes magnificent. and two, it reminded you of your boyfriend.

many knew sunwoo for his cunning and nosy personality, dubbing him to be a racoon reincarnated as a human. he didn’t seem to oppose the nickname either, seeing as racoons were cute. and he was in fact, cute.

you had sent sunwoo a joking message, “come over I’m eating ramen.” you were sure he was fast asleep, placing your phone down while waiting for the ramen to finish cooking. it was when you decided to get up to the kitchen for a glass of ice cold water when you heard the doorknob of your front door rattling. your eyebrows instantly furrowed as you reached towards the kitchen knife, preparing yourself for whoever was about to intrude into your house in the early morning.

“I’m he- JESUS-”

it was sunwoo. he actually did come over. “sunwoo? what the fuck are you doing here?” you asked, placing the knife onto the kitchen counter with an unamused expression. you were the type to get mad whenever you were scared, something you and sunwoo related a lot. “you said you were having ramen! I know you’re making neoguri so I came over, duh.” he rolled his eyes playfully, closing the front door simultaneously.

“I know the walk from your dorm to mine is 20 minutes. you wouldn’t have sprinted in 10 minutes just for ramen.” you deadpanned, boring your eyes into his. he let out a nervous chuckle while rubbing the back of his nape. letting out an awkward hum, he inched closer towards you in a not-so-subtle manner.

“my cherryyy why are you so maddd do you not love me?” he whined, wrapping his arms around you in an attempt to cool down your anger. it was your turn to roll your eyes, shaking his arms off before walking off to your room. “okay! I’ll be honest! I came because I missed you” he pouted, following you like a duckling following it’s mother.

you turned around, a smile itching to appear as you pet the empty spot beside your bed. “that’s what I wanted to hear”.

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lepidus-illusio · 1 year

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A new drabble has been brewed by Ipah!

pretty stranger.

in which... yn's roommate looses her cat. who knew such a pretty stranger would be the one to find him?

pairing. yu jimin x fem!reader | genre. drabble, fluff | word count. 0.9k | warnings. curse words, lowercase intended

author's note. happy birthday karina! first fic to start off this acc :p hope y'all enjoy xoxo don't forget to leave feedback if u liked it 👉👈

“minjeong. where the fuck is mayonnaise.”

the last thing you would’ve expected to wake up to was your pale white cat gone missing. he was rarely ever out of your sight, being an affectionate cat who always needed attention 24/7. him suddenly disappearing was completely out of character for him. the night before was your night shift as a cash register at your local convenience store. you never really understood why exactly did convenience stores insist on staying open for so long until you yourself experienced the whole night shift thing. it was like a pandora’s box, you never knew what customers you were gonna get from the late nights till early mornings. you supposed that minjeong would’ve known at least what to do after being on numerous night shifts since the beginning of the semester. turns out you were very wrong.

“I have no idea! he was here last night I swear!” minjeong exclaimed, hands tossing around the air with a frown on her face. you could feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head at her. how could she be so blunt at a time like this? you had been roommates with minjeong for a little over 3 months by now and the two of you clicked very well. she was an extremely spontaneous person, quite literally the exact same as you. however, during times like this, you wished she had a bit more sense of responsibility within her.

“of course he was here last night! where else could he be?” you were beyond frustrated. your best friend and companion had disappeared in the blink of an eye. even if you were furious at minjeong, it wasn’t like you could hate her for long. all you could do now was use your minimal graphic designing abilities and slap a bunch of images and text onto an a4 paper and paste it around your neighbourhood.

✶ —﹒🐈

jimin exited the cafe with her iced americano within her grip, a soft grin plastered on her face. everything was going well for her, from the second she woke up with a perfect hairdo to the warm chocolate croissants in the paper bag paired with her chilly iced americano. it seemed to be going too perfect to be true. something was bound to happen. she was sure of it.

it was as if she had predicted the future as a pasty pale cat began strutting its way towards her. it wasn’t that she was allergic to cats or fur in general, but her roommate was deadly allergic towards them and would have extremely swollen eyes from just a singular cat hair. before she could walk away to avoid the cat, it began rubbing itself all over her legs.

she’d never have a cat before, so she was stunned in place. it was evident how awkward she felt from the affectionate cat begging for attention. she wondered where the cat was from, it probably had an owner from the collar strapped around his neck. jimin bent closer, curious to see the tag, wondering what pretty and majestic name such a beautiful cat would have.

“mayonnaise?”

she mumbled to herself out loud, eyes widening at the unexpected name for a cat. based on her personal experience with cat owners, she knew that a cat with a goofy name probably had extremely attached owners. it was like common knowledge to her at this point.

well, she couldn’t just leave the poor cat alone now, could she?

✶ —﹒🐈

“I know it’s like really likely that he went outside and all, but are you sure he came here?” you asked warily. you didn’t know if you could trust minjeong at this point from just managing to lose your cat. she nodded affirmingly, eyes sparkling from reminiscence. “when you were out during night shifts I would always bring him here for this cafe’s chocolate-” “YOU FED HIM CHOCOLATE?” “no- let me finish-”

you sighed in relief, thankful to god that minjeong wasn’t dumb enough to feed cats chocolate. she sort of seemed to be those type of people who are a bit uneducated on the subject anyways. “what I was trying to say is- LOOK! MAYONNAISE!” she shouted, excitement coursing through her voice. your head snapped towards the direction of her fingers. there, you saw your beloved cat rubbing himself onto a stranger — a pretty stranger.

✶ —﹒🐈

jimin heard the commotion happening just a couple metres away from her, eyes widening at the two females rushing towards her. one of them picked up the cat as a million whispers of gratefulness spilled past her lips. the other lady, who introduced herself as minjeong thanked her for looking after the cat even if it was a couple minutes.

“it’s no problem, really!” she smiled, bowing slightly towards both females who offered large smiles to her. “is there anything we- I can do to repay your kindness?” the other female asked, hands busy caressing the pale cat within her grip. jimin simply shook her head, saying everything was fine and that she only helped due to kindness.

“oh but I insist. here, I’ll give you my number so we can go on a date- I mean- set a date! to meet up!” the female who jimin still had no idea whose name stumbled over her words, bashfully turning away from jimin’s adoring gaze. she let out a chuckle, nodding her head before handing her phone to the female. once jimin got back her phone, the two females were already scrambling away as they giggled to themselves. and on her phone, a new contact was saved.

‘future gf yn? 🐈’

#witch: @i520sn #genre: drabble #group: aespa #member: karina #wc: <1k #warnings: language

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