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[sereneres]

cuddles ⁰

huh yunjin x 6th member!reader / 1.1k

request. — “cuddling w huh yunjin x member!reader 🫶🏻”

summary. — three places. three very cuddly and soft moments. one very warm huh yunjin.

warnings. — none <3

🛋️ — couch

“unnie, they’re… couch!”

“just leave… eunchae, they’re both...”

with the growing volume of the voices of whoever was speaking–one was definitely eunchae, but the other… it was probably either chaewon or sakura. kazuha rarely raised her voice like that–yunjin peeks an eye open, only to immediately regret it upon getting blinded by a stray beam of sunshine that somehow got through the curtains.

“fuck.”

eunchae and the mystery member’s conversation comes to a sudden halt, the former trying and failing to not giggle and the latter–who yunjin had quickly identified just by the way they reacted–just sighing.

“wha’ time’s it?” yunjin slurred out, groaning as she stretched her arms out, only to flinch when she felt something on her chest shift before settling once more. “what the- yn? when did you get here?”

despite how loud the older girl was being, you didn’t wake up. what you did do, though, was nuzzle your face further into the crook of her neck.

“she got there like, an hour into your couch hogging.” eunchae informed, crossing her arms. “i dunno how you stayed asleep, but you did and then ynnie somehow got your arms around her without struggling too much.”

“blergh…” the older of the two grumbles, her lips pulled into a grimace, “my back is killing me… i really should’ve just slept in my bed…”

eunchae huffed. “serves you right for hogging the couch since yesterday afternoon. zuha-unnie and i had to sit on the floor for movie night because of you!”

“oh.” she blinks. “oops. m’bad.”

“too late to say sorry now,” she says haughtily, her lips forming a dangerous pout, “and besides, how’d you end up sleeping here anyway? your room is only a couple of steps away!”

yunjin sighed, shaking her head. “if i knew, manchae, then i would have told you by now.”

“it’s currently eleven in the morning, yunjin.” sakura says, her phone in her hand. “yn has a schedule to get to in an hour, so if you could wake her up, that’d be great.”

“but she’s asleep-”

“wake her up, yunjin,” the oldest of the three–four, technically–girls narrows her eyes, “or i’ll wake her up.”

“…yes ma’am.”

the japanese girl tsked, shaking her head as she slipped her phone into her pocket. “i have to figure out what to scrounge up for dinner so-”

“let’s get take out!” eunchae interrupted, smiling cheekily at the older girl. “i want sushi!”

“we had take out yesterday, manchae.” despite herself, sakura couldn’t not pat the girl on the head. “we can’t get take out twice in a row.”

“why not?~” eunchae whined, pouting at full force.

“because we can’t.”

“unnie!~”

🚘 — the car

when the six of you had gotten into the van at first, you and yunjin had not been close at all. the latter was sitting in the front row–right behind the driver’s seat–and you were sitting all the way in the back with eunchae.

this arrangement didn’t last long, though, as not even ten minutes into the drive–

“unnie,” eunchae whispered into sakura’s ears, making the girl shudder slightly. “ynnie’s being needy again.”

“‘m not needy.” you insisted, your lips curling into a pout that most definitely did not help your case. “‘m jus’ tired, y’know how it is.”

kazuha, against the warnings of both sakura and chaewon, twisted around in her seat, nearly choking herself on her seatbelt in the process but shrugging it off as if she didn’t just, well, choke. “do you want me to come back there?” she asked quietly, to which you shook your head your pouty lips forming a flat line. “then who do you want?”

“it’s definitely not me, that’s for sure.” eunchae muttered, sounding somewhat cross. you frown, kicking her foot lightly and giving her a pointed look.

“don’t you hate it when yn clings to you though?” sakura asks in your stead, raising an eyebrow. “whenever they ask you about something you don’t like about us, you always say that ynnie’s clinginess is annoying or whatever.”

“hmph.”

sakura glances at chaewon, who shrugs, before sighing. “yn, you haven’t been asleep since yesterday afternoon. you need to sleep.”

which meant that you needed someone to cuddle because, while you could go to sleep on your own, you fell asleep a hell of a lot quicker if you were sleeping with someone. it was usually kazuha or sakura, seeing as they lived in the same dorm as you did, but occasionally you had a sleep over with chaewon, yunjin, and occasionally eunchae.

“…yun-unnie.”

and so that was how yunjin found herself two rows away from her usual seat, facing the right side of the car rather than the front so that the two of you could cuddle properly. eunchae, who had been your original seatmate, had reluctantly moved to where yunjin had been sitting and was currently sulking.

“cheer up, eunchae.” sakura attempted to soothe, running a hand through your maknae’s hair as she tried to not smile too much at how cute the younger girl was being. “you can sit with ynnie on the trip back.”

“who says i wanna sit with her?” eunchae asked, crossing her arms defiantly.

from beside your manager, chaewon, who was sitting in the passenger seat, rolled her eyes. “oh please, we all know that you’re going to beg to sit next to yn later.”

“will not!”

“will too!”

“chaewon, don’t instigate her.” sakura admonished, both sounding and looking tired despite having done nothing but eat, get dressed, and pack snacks for the trip before getting into the car. “and eunchae, just… settle down. play on your phone or something.”

meanwhile, kazuha was more focused on you. “how’s she doing?” she asked despite staring right at your sleeping face. “is she okay?”

“she’s not squirming.” yunjin murmured, patting your back softly and slowly as she watched it rise and fall from your measured breaths. “which is a good sign, i guess.”

“hm. tell me if your arms get tired.”

“aha. they won’t.”

(spoiler alert: they did.)

💤 — waiting room

“le sserafim, pre-recording in five!”

you hum, snuggling closer to yunjin who pulled you impossibly closer, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of some of your accessories digging into her skin.

“‘nnie, what’re we gonna do when we get home?” you ask sleepily. yunjin probably shouldn’t be indulging you like this, should probably be forcing you to stay awake instead, but with how soft you look, she couldn’t bring it in herself to do anything but hold you.

“probably flop into the couch until either someone complains about us hogging the couch.” she says, closing her eyes. “sound good?”

“soun’s-” you yawn, blinking the tears from your eyes and groaning when you had to pull away from yunjin to wipe them away. “sounds good, ‘nnie.” you mutter, snuggling back into yunjin. “you’re v’ry warm.”

“yn, yunjin, come on.” chaewon calls, standing above the two of you with a frown on her face. “we have to do the pre-recording, interview, and live show. you know, our literal jobs?”

you whine, clinging onto yunjin as if your leader would try and pry you off of her. “fiv m’re min’us.” you plead, your already slurred words partially muffled due to your mouth be in pressed against yunjin’s clothes. “pleaseeeee~”

“even if we had five minutes to spare, i still wouldn’t let you do…” she trails off, visibly struggling to find a word that would accurately describe what you were doing with yunjin, “whatever it is you’re doing. c’mon, don’t you want to see our fans?”

“no.”

“yn!”

cuddling (verb) — hold close in one's arms as a way of showing love or affection / lie or sit close and snug

masterlist.

#sereneres #seren.writes #seren.request #kpop x reader #le sserafim x reader #lesserafim x reader #le sserafim imagines #lesserafim imagines #yunjin x reader #huh yunjin x reader #yunjin imagines #lsfm.yn

[sereneres]

! psa / public service announcement !

the series pairz is on hiatus until further notice.

thank you for your time and apologies to those who waited diligently for updates.

#seren.psa

[sereneres]

strangers, friends, lovers, repeat

CHAPTER 0.6 — SOUR GRAPES / 2.4k

summary. — you were a stranger to sakura back then and she’s a stranger to you right now.

warnings. — based on strange by celeste / angst / heartbreak / mentions of a slur being said

“hey, ━━.”

there’s three– no, four boys standing in front of her and, while sakura had no idea what they had just called her, she had a feeling that it wasn’t a very nice word.

still, her mother had taught–ordered, more like–her to be kind and polite to everyone because she didn’t need another reason for everyone to hate her, so kind and polite she will be. it’s hard, but she deals with it because what else can she do?

“hello.” she says slowly, “do i… know you?” at the end of her sentence, she gives the group of boys what she’s sure is a shakey smile at best and a grimace at worst. whatever it was, it seemed to make the boys frown even more, so maybe she shouldn’t have smiled–or done anything with her lips–to begin with.

“yah, ━━,” that name again. just what did it mean? the way he was saying it made it obvious that it was some kind of… bad word, but one he relished in calling her. a slur, perhaps?

she’s pulled from her thoughts when the boy continued to speak. “we,” he gestured to the four of them, “heard that girls from knee-hon-go–” she had to bite back a laugh at the way he butchered the pronunciation. “were ━━ ━, so we wanted to know if it’s true or not.”

sakura, having barely stopped herself from laughing at the boy’s words, which, disregarding his horrible pronunciation, just sounded wrong in general, cleared her throat. “…i’m sorry, but i have no idea what you said.” she apologizes, trying–and failing–to give them a genuinely apologetic smile.

at least this time, her smile didn’t seem to anger them.

“huh?” the boy asked–he seemed to be the spokesman of the group–raising a brow with a sneer growing on his lips. “you can’t understand? are you ━━ or somethin’?”

“what?”

“‘wHaT?’” one of the boys mocked, making his voice high-pitched as if to mimic her voice but if anything, his attempt at making her looks stupid or whatever only served to make him look stupid.

it seems the boy realized it too, because he immediately followed up with a flustered, “shut up, ━━. acting dumb won’t help you at all.”

she’s not so sure what happens in the next few moments. she thinks one of the boys says something but she couldn’t understand it, partially because of his heavy accent–why did they have so many different accents here?–but mostly because the second he started speaking, she felt someone else–one of the boys who had somehow inched towards her without her noticing–grab a fistful of her hair and pull down-

and so, sakura found herself on the floor, her bare knees scraping against the very rough ground because it was hot and she didn’t want to wear tights, no matter how thin they supposedly were, but thankfully, she was wearing safety shorts under her skirt and- oh wow was that blood?

one inspection later–she squinted at the drop of red liquid on the ground–she concluded that it was, in fact, blood. the only issue is, who’s blood was it? another quick inspection of her legs and hands told her that it wasn’t hers, so-

“what the ━━!” one of the boys yelled, a hand to his nose, a thin stream of blood running down his lips, chin, and neck. “you ━━ ━! you broke my nose!”

ah, so that’s where it came from. the blood, that is.

belatedly, she notices the shoes of another student–where did they come from?–in front of her, and, over the loud thumping in her ears, she could hear the owner of said shoes snorting. “that was the ━━ point.” she mutters, giving the boy a disgusted look before turning to look at sakura, her brows furrowed with visible concern in her eyes. “are you okay?”

“who are you?” she asks, or, rather, blurts out, before immediately regretting her words. she probably should’ve just thanked her for saving her or actually respond to her question but–

“yn.” the stranger–now known as yn–says, smiling. “yn ln. it’s nice to mee- ack!”

later on, as she helped you stand up properly once the group of boys had left with their tails in between their legs or however the saying went, sakura wonders why you had helped her when the two of you were quite literally strangers. was it… what was it called? a hero complex? did you have a hero complex?

whatever it was that you had, a good act should always be returned fully, or so her mother has told her, so she helps walk you to the nurse’s office.

“hey, are you okay?”

sakura purses her lips, giving you the most unimpressed look she could muster up. “i think i should be asking you that, yn-ssi,” she says dryly, gesturing to the darkening bruise on your cheek and forehead, “considering how injured you are.”

“oh, this?” you point at the said injuries, your eyebrow raised comically high. “this’ll go away. i’m more worried about whether or not you’re okay after hearing those idiots call you all those names.”

you then smiled, and she would’ve considered it a rather charming some had your lip not started to bleed from how widely you smiled. “‘m injuries’ll heal ‘cuz they’re physical, but yours might not ‘cuz it’s ━ ‘n all that.”

“━?” she repeats, grimacing at how badly she had pronounced the word. “i’m sorry, i don’t know what that means.”

“oh?” there’s a look of confusopn on your face, though it quickly turns into one of surprise. “oh!”

“what?” sakura asks, feeling somewhat uncomfortable due to the way you were looking at her. “is there something wrong? should i get the… uh, nurse?”

you blink, your brows unfurrowing as your confusion turned into understanding. “oh.”

at this point, sakura has no idea what to say now that all you were saying was, “oh”, in different tones, and it certainly didn’t help that your expression was changing every other second.

“you’re a foreigner.”

it’s less of a question and more of a statement, but either way, it’s enough to make sakura suddenly feel uneasy. she shifts in her chair, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt anxiously as she looked at anywhere but you.

noticing how tense sakura looked at your words, you hastily shake your head–and hands–side to side. “not that that’s a bad thing, of course!” you say, cheeks flushing as you smiled sheepishly at her. “i was just surprised, you don’t really speak like a foreigner.”

“really?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head. “everyone i’ve met since coming here has said that my accent is very notic…eable?”

“noticeable.” you correct, your lips pursed. “and maybe it is, but i didn’t notice it, so…”

“thank you…?”

it sounded less like an expression of gratitude and more like a question, but, fortunately, you didn’t comment on it.

“anyway, i don’t think i got your name.” is what you say instead, smiling at her.

“ah, i didn’t tell you?” she frowns, eyebrows furrowing as she recounted everything that had happened in the past one hour or so.

you shake your head. “you didn’t. i mean, i think i know it, but i’d like for you to tell me it anyway.”

“oh. uh, my name is sakura.” she laughs nervously, averting her eyes. “miyawaki sakura. i, erm, transferred here a few months ago from japan.”

“really?” you stare at her, your own eyes wide with intrigue and curiosity. “why’d you come all the way here, then?”

“uh…”

“oh, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to!” you say hurriedly, laughing sheepishly. “i was just curious. there aren’t a lot of transfers that come here, much less transfers from japan here, so…”

“it was for my dad’s job.” she muttered quietly, giving you a small smile. she thinks it’s a little cute, the way you fidget anxiously in fear of having said something wrong. “he got a better job opportunity here so we moved. my mom wasn’t all that happy but she agreed because we… uhm, really needed the money.”

sakura isn’t sure as to why she was sharing this much information with you. she wasn’t an oversharer by any means–though you did ask her first–and she was considered a private person by many.

that said, maybe it was just because she needed to talk–she did tend to talk more when she was nervous–or maybe it was because you just seemed so nice and- what did you just say?

“sorry, could you repeat that?”

you blink at her owlishly. “i was just asking you if you wanted to be friends.” you said, and, seeing the incredulous look on her face, you hastily add an, “look, i know it’s a bit… childish of me to ask that, but i just wanted to know if you wanted to be friends or not so that we could hang out. i wouldn’t want to bother you if you don’t, erm, like me, and–”

“okay.”

she probably should’ve said something like, “okay, i’ll be your friend”, or something less confusing than just an, “okay”, but between your nervous rambling and her own nervousness… well, she wasn’t really thinking properly.

“okay…?” you repeat, looking both curious and worried. “what does that mean? do you want to be friends, or are you just saying okay to shut me up, or-”

“the first one.”

“oh.” a pause. “oh!” she’s never heard someone say the word, “oh”, so many times before. “oh-”

“hey.”

sakura is nervous. so nervous, in fact, that she doesn’t even notice you come up to her with a curious look on your face. just looking at you makes her regret ever coming up with this stupid plan. why did she think this was a good idea?!

“hello?” a hand–yours, obviously–waves up and down in front of her eyes, pulling her out of her thoughts. “earth to sakura, are you in there?”

she blinks. “oh, yn, sorry, i, erm, did realize you were here.”

“weren’t you the one who called me here, though?” you asked, raising a brow at the older girl. you’re confused, and rightfully so because, well, as you said, she was the one who told you–or rather, told chaeyeon to tell you–to come here and meet with her. “i mean, technically chaeyeon was the one who told me to come here because you told her to tell me to–”

“i like you!”

oh–excuse her languge–fuck.

sakura is certain that just might die on the spot, and, while she obviously won’t, she’d be happy to just bury a hole right where she stood, jump in, and never come out again because why the hell did she say that?! sure, she was planning on confessing to you today, but not like that, and certainly not so bluntly and without any feeling or any plan-

“you like me?”

huh. not a positive response, seeing as you weren’t blushing or smiling or much of anything, but not a negative one, considering that you did seem disgusted or upset. merely… curious, if your eyebrow raise was anything to go by. perhaps a little confused and a little surprised because, well, your best friend had just confessed to you, but only a little.

needless to say, it’s infinitely better than the reaction she had been expecting and bracing herself for.

to be absolutely, definitely, glass-transparent clear, she wasn’t worried that you would react negatively in a, “ew, you’re gay?” kind of way, mostly because you were gay yourself–there was, of course, internalized homophobia, but that was more chaewon’s thing than yours–and also because you weren’t the type to say that even if you weren’t gay.

no, what she was worried about was being rejected on the spot because she’s been your best friend for years and what if-

“i like you too.”

huh. maybe she shouldn’t have been scared after all.

her cheek stings a little, the pain only exacerbated by the rain pouring on her and on you. that pain is nothing, though, in comparison to the heartache she felt when she looked at your face.

“fine.” you hissed, your hands clenched at your sides. she has no doubt that you’re hurting the same way she is, both physically and mentally. “if you can’t handle this– handle us, we are through.”

she’s sure that her heart would have broken in that moment if it weren't already broken. your teary, empty eyes, paired with the cold look on your face was something she had, fortunately, never seen before, and it easn’t something she wanted to ever see again.

that said, it wasn’t likely that that would ever happen, considering what you had just said.

“okay.” she mumbles numbly, eyes, unknowingly to her, equally as empty as yours, if not more so.

the sight of it makes you grimace, feeling just as hurt as she did, if not more so, seeing her like this, but there’s nothing you can do.

you can’t wrap her up in your arms like you normally would when it felt like the world was torturing the both of you, can’t even stomach the thought of having her warm skin against yours until she starts sweating and whining for you to get off of her because she was starting to get sticky.

you can’t press millions of butterfly kisses on her neck, making her giggle oh so sweetly because she’s always been ticklish, she’s just never told anyone that she was. it’s something you’ve abused multiple times, whenever she was sad or lonely, and it never failed to make her smile again.

in the corner of your eyes, you can see the older girl’s hands twitch at her sides, likely longing to take your hands in hers and wordlessly promise to you that it’ll be alright. that everything will be okay.

she probably wishes–and she does, you just didn’t know that–that she could kiss you one more time, wherever you allowed her to. she’s kissed almost every inch of your body–an exaggeration, though it didn’t really feel like one–and it’s like an arrow to your heart to know that you won’t ever feel her lips on yours–on you–again.

“goodbye, sakura.”

this is the first time she’s ever heard you say her name–you calling her a shortened version of her name didn’t count–since the two of you got together, so it doesn’t surprise her when she feels her tears, which had been waiting for this moment, to roll down her face. unlike the rain pouring down, it's warm, and she clings desperately to it because of that.

“…goodbye, yn.”

previous. / sour grapes. / next.

#sereneres #seren.writes #kpop x reader #le sserafim x reader #lesserafim x reader #miyawaki sakura x reader #miyawaki sakura #sakura x reader #sakura #;༊

[sereneres]

whipped. chaewon. member!reader (doesn’t have to be member though!)

whipped whipped whipped. yes, chaewon can be pretty… whipped when it comes to lsfm!yn.

#dumb.seren #seren.request #tb deleted once fic is posted.

[sereneres]

! psa / public service announcement !

lsfm!yn and nwjns!yn are not to be shipped with any of their members. the former already has a love interest, which will be announced at a later date, and the latter has no interest in love whatsoever, seeing as half of the group she is in are literal children.

thank you for your time.

#seren.psa

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protective ⁰

nakamura kazuha x 6th member!reader / 1.3k

request. — “protective. kazuha. member!reader”

summary. — three times kazuha was protective over you and the one time the roles got switched.

warnings. — rude people / crowds? / minor in not age-appropriate clothes / really rude people.

1 — “dress code” + a unfortunate stylist

“unnie, your skirt is a little short.”

“hm?” you glance at the said piece of clothing, subconsciously smoothing out the wrinkles on it from when you had sat down. “oh, ‘s jus’ a lil’. the stylist struggled t’find a pair of safety shorts short ‘nough t’not be seen under it.”

“…” she frowns, poking at the fabric as if had just insulted it. “i don’t like it. you should change.”

at this, you too frown. “but-”

“no buts.” despite her firm words, though, kazuha turns to yunjin for help. “don’t you think it’s too short, unnie?”

yunjin looks up from her phone, though, in your opinion, she had looked up a little too quickly for someone who was supposed to be listening to loud music with her headphones. “what’s short?” she asks, pretending to have not heard what the younger girl said.

you huffed, sticking a tongue out at the older girl who only rolled her eyes and stuck hers out in response. kazuha, though, being the gullible dork she was at times, genuinely replied with, “yn’s skirt.”

“mmh…” the american girl pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes. “in america, sometimes we had this thing called dress code, and this thing they always made us do whenever they thought our skirts or shorts were too short was make us stand up…”

she trails off, looking expectantly at you, and, while you wanted to do anything but stand up, the minute kazuha turned to you with those shiny eyes of hers…

needless to say, you found yourself on your feet–albeit reluctantly–a few seconds later.

“okay, now let your arms hang by your sides–naturally, ynnie, not like they weigh a crap ton–and lemme just… get a closer look.”

she stands up from the couch and crouched down, squinting at the tips of your fingertips. “yep. it’s too short, the hem of it barely goes past your thumbs.” she stands up, brushing some imaginary dust off of her own skirt. “go tell them to give you something longer, yn–”

“make them give you pants.” kazuha cut in, pointing at her own bottoms. “like these ones.”

“–and if they give you any excuses, just tell them that we’ll get backlash for letting you, a minor, go out there with a skirt this short.” yunjin pauses, turning to kazuha. “any other issues?”

“her shirt is too cropped up.” the younger girl supplied quickly, giving you a teasing smile as you groaned. “and her shoes are–”

2 — interview + rude ass man + question

“yn-ssi, there’s a lot of rumors circulating in your fandom regarding your relationship with minji-ssi from newjeans.” the host looks up. “is there anything you would like to say in response to them?”

you blink, half confused and half mortified. a glance at your script to you that the host’s question was either not planned, meaning he took it upon himself to ask you, or planned but in a way that you and your members wouldn’t know about it until it was too late.

another glance, this time at the staff around you, was enough to make it clear that it was the latter.

to your right, eunchae shifts uneasily, her smile equally as uneasy, and to your left, kazuha tenses, her smile freezing. across from you, you could see chaewon and sakura sharing an alarmed look, and yunjin’s smile, while not frozen or uneasy, had definitely become more forced.

“well?” the man has the audacity to say, prompting even more uneasy looks and smiles from you and your members.

“i’m sorry to say,” chaewon starts, looking not at all sorry, “that we can’t tell you anything. our company has ordered us not to do so.”

“ah…” he looks disappointed, though it doesn’t take him long for him to perk up once more. “if you can’t tell us anything regarding the… erm, affair,” it makes your skin crawl, the way he had said the word, “would you mind telling us how you feel?”

he looks from member to member, pointedly skipping last you. “anybody?” no one says a word, and, being the annoying, persistent man he is, he turns to kazuha. “what about you, kazuha-ssi? i know you’re close with yn-ssi. Is there anything you’d like to-?”

“no, there isn’t.” she grits out, her eyebrows furrowed. “and i think it would be a good idea if you stop talking about it. you’re making yn uncomfortable.”

the man blinks, visibly surprised by kazuha’d blunt words, but she only states back at him with defiant eyes, her lips set in a firm line. sakura and chaewon look both happy and upset, yunjin was definitely proud, and eunchae...

frowning, you place a hand on her arm, shaking your head slightly and pointedly looking at eunchae, who bounced her leg nervously beside you.

kazuha follows your gaze, her lips curling into a frown, of her own and, after a few moments of the two of you staring at each other, does as you said, or, rather, gestured.

“apologies.” the man muttered, clearing his throat. “i did not realize it was a sensitive issue. erm, why don’t we move on?” he looks up, frowning when he sees that none of you nodded. “uh, chaewon-ssi, i…”

3 — airport + crowds + rude ass people

“yn-ssi! over here!”

you glance at your manager, who was currently facing away from you and the rest of your staff members, his phone to ear. you could tell just by the defeated look on his face and how angry he sounded that the company would not be sending in any more guards.

“yn!”

crowds were never really your thing. too many people surrounding you to the point that, even with security surrounding you and your members, you felt claustrophobic. too many eyes gazing at you eagerly, waiting for you to mess up in some way shape or form. too many hands reaching out to touch you like you were some kind of god and that they would be forgiven of whatever sin they had if they touched you.

absentmindedly, you wondered if people thought of you as such because you seemed untouchable or because you seemed ‘perfect’.

“yn, yn! please answer some questions!”

if kazuha were any bigger, she would have covered you from the people–fans, journalists, people from the news companies looking for something juicy to write about–but she wasn’t, so the best she could do was tighten her grip on your uncovered waist. it was a little uncomfortable, considering that she had just gotten her nails done, but you could handle it.

“are you okay?” she mumbled, her lips curled into an uncharacteristic frown. “you look uncomfortable.”

“yn, what is your relationship with kim minji of newjeans-”

you shrug, subtly gesturing to the crowd around you before pursing your lips as you had to shoulder past a man who had been in your way. “‘s okay,” you mumbled, giving a small smile and a wave at a fansite that you’d seen since your debut. “‘s jus’ crowded. too many people ‘n all.”

kazuha hums, her eyes turning thoughtful. her grip on your waist loosened for a bit, revealing small crescent indents that your stylist would later question you about, before becoming firm again. “switch places with me.”

“what?”

she turns away from you, giving someone–chaewon, probably, considering that she was right beside the two of you–a meaningful look before moving her hand from your waist to your shoulder and gently moving to shove you so that you were now in between her and chaewon.

“yn-ssi, is it true that you had an affair with-”

despite you no longer being in ‘harm’s way’ or whatever she considered it to be, she still had her hair around your waist, occasionally squeezing when she sensed that you were uncomfortable.

+1 — rude ass men.

“kazuha-ssi, if you really went to school, you would’ve hated korean, wouldn’t you? it’s too complicated to understand and speak, right?”

the other men in the room cackle at the question as kazuha shifted uncomfortably, looking uncharacteristically unconfident. her confidence, something she retained after years of ballet, was something you loved about her, and to see it all torn down like this because of some man’s tasteless joke…

“‘zuha-unnie’s korean ‘s a lot better than mine.” you say loudly, or, as loudly as you could say it with how tired you were. you had spent the entire night scrolling through tiktok, consequently getting zero sleep.

“oh!” the men’s laughter grows quiet, the man who had made the joke–what was his name again?–laughing awkwardly himself. “that’s… how come?”

“‘s you c’n pro’lly tell, i speak with a bit ova slur.” you murmur. “sometimes it takes my members a bit t’understand wh’i’m tryna say.”

“we like to joke around about zuha-unnie being better than ynnie even though she only started learning the language like, a year or so.” yunjin adds, giggling. “miss sleepyhead here,” she places a hand on your shoulder, “has spoken it for all of her life-”

“a majority of it.”

“-has spoken korean for way longer than a year,” she amends, earning a satisfied smile from you, “and we still can’t understand her sometimes.”

“so no,” you say, frowning at the man. “‘zuha-unnie isn’t bad at speaking korean, you’re just bad at listening.”

eunchae chokes, her head turning to you so quickly that, for a brief moment, you worried that she broke her neck.

chaewon laughs politely, lightly pinching you on the inside of your thigh–ow–and giving you a warning look. sakura basically does the same thing, but, because she wasn’t sitting close enough to reach you without getting up, chooses to settle for a glare rather than a pinch.

yunjin, on the other hand, is dying as she usually is

kazuha just looks surprised and amused by your words, and you shuffle backwards in your seat before practically glomping onto the older girl’s arm, a smug and bright smile on your face.

protective (adj.) — capable of or intended to protect someone or something / having or showing a strong wish to keep someone or something safe from harm.

masterlist.

#sereneres #seren.writes #seren.request #le sserafim x reader #lesserafim x reader #le sserafim imagines #lesserafim imagines #nakamura kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #kazuha imagines #lsfm.yn

[sereneres]

H hong ew >< — notes: a menace huh yj :) — notes: wine aunt wo the wine

J jang ky :) — notes: cat #1

K kang haerin >:3 — notes: cat #2 kim dd :P — notes: dododododok kim lz ⌃⌃ — notes: bby (she’s older than me) kim mj </3 — notes: n/a kim mj :P — notes: sucks ass.

L lee hy :) — notes: bby #2 (actual bby) lee ls :) — notes: bby #3 lee chyg ⌃⌃ — notes: funny beanstalk

M marsh dn ⌃⌃ — notes: sunshine frfr miyawaki sk :D — notes: mom

N nakamura zh <3 — notes: n/a

P pham hn :) — notes: eunchae but worse.

#sereneres #seren.indulgence #lsfm.yn

[sereneres]

miss me ⁰

huh yunjin x fem!reader / 2k

summary. — conversations you had with jennifer, or, rather, yunjin, before her debut as a member of le sserafim.

warnings. — drinking / mentions of produce 48 + iz*one / implied kissing / requited yet unrequited love. / angst w no happy ending. / may or may not become a series

“do you miss it?”

you hum absentmindedly, not paying as much attention to the girl beside you compared to the essay you were writing. you soon regret it, though, because not a second later, you feel her foot hit yours. hard.

you weren’t the type who liked giving satisfaction to others, though, so even though it hurt like hell, all you said was a monotone, “ow.”

jennifer has always been able to see through your facade, though, so all she did was roll her eyes and mumble something about how you “weren’t any fun” under her breath before speaking at a normal volume again. “answer my question, yn.”

playing dumb, you tilt your head. “what question?” you asked, playing dumb, much to her chagrin.

“you-“ she starts but cuts herself off, shaking her head. “urgh, i asked if you missed it.”

“missed what?”

this time, you weren’t playing dumb, genuinely confused by the girl’s words.

“y’know, the show.” she pursed her lips. “the one we did in korea?”

“ah… produce forty-eight?” jennifer nods. “no, i don’t.” you pause before asking a tentative, “do you?”

she sighs, dropping her head into her arms and barely missing the keyboard of her laptop. “maybe,” comes the muffled response, followed quickly by a, “is that bad?”

“no.” she raises her head, high enough so that she could make eye contact with you with only one eye but low enough that a majority of her face was hidden. “it isn’t.”

“why?”

you raise an eyebrow. “why would it be bad?” you ask her, feeling partially confused and mostly curious. “it’s your feelings, not mine. i don’t have any say on them.”

“but…” jennifer trails off, remembering just how much hate you got on the show, during and after your elimination. it’s probably not the best idea to mention it, though, she decides to say something else. “it was just so bad for you. the diets, the practice, the way the other trainees treated you…”

you shrug. “that’s just how the idol industry works.” you say, making her frown. “and it’s not like they treated the other foreign trainees any different.”

“still, it was rough for you.” she insisted, pushing herself off of her stomach and onto her shins. “i-“

“it’s fine if you enjoyed being on the show, jennifer.” you interrupt, giving her a frown of your own. “you are the most idol-esque-“

“idol-esque?” she asked, amused. “what does-“

you press a finger to her lips, glaring at her in a way that made her stomach churn, and if you noticed her cheeks changing from her natural skin tone to a more pink-ish color, well, you didn’t comment on it.

“shush.” you mutter, frown deepening. “i’m talking so you need stay quiet and listen to me.” had you not been more focused on getting your point across, you would have cringed at just how… fanfic-like your words sounded. “got it?”

intimidated and suddenly feeling a little too warm, jennifer nods, gesturing for you to continue with her eyes.”

“as i was saying…” you cough, embarassed as you pulled your finger away from the girl’s lips. “you are the most idol-esque person i’ve ever met. just because no one voted for you–they’re assholes by the way–doesn’t mean that you weren’t built for the stage.”

if she was blushing before, then jennifer was for sure red now. “you… you mean it?”

“mhm.”

“that’s…” she blinks, laughing softly out of both embarassment and happiness. “that’s… no one has ever told me that before.”

“that’s ‘cuz everyone’s stupid.” you mutter, pulling the girl down back onto the bed and into your arms. “i mean it, huh jennifer. you’ll be a star one day, i just know it.”

she tenses a little in your arms, both surprised and a little flustered, but she settles into them quickly, wrapping her arms around your waist and sighing at just how warm you were.

“a star, huh?”

“i miss how we used t’be.”

jennifer has always gotten sentimental whenever she drank a little too much, and, while you weren’t necessarily sober, you certainly weren’t drunk enough to want to listen to whatever depressed ramble she was about to go on.

so, with that said, you finish the can of beer in your hand and chuck it into the back of the car. the resulting clang! told you that maybe the two of you had drank a little too much, but that was okay. tonight was supposed to be ‘black out drunk’ night anyway.

“i miss how clos’we were.” she continued to mumble, shifting so that she could sit up properly in her chair, only to slump again. “the show… ruined us.”

“it did.” you acknowledge, bobbing your head absentmindedly up and down. “but i think…” you trail off, blinking hard when you feel the world spin a little too hard. “but i think,” you repeat, voice more steady, “it ruined you mo’than it ruined m’.”

“it did.” jennifer agreed, her head making a quiet thud. upon making contact with the car window. where her breath hit the cold glass, a circle of coddensation grew and shrank with her exhales and inhales. “but tha’s only ‘cuz you didn’ really care for th’show.”

“i didn’t.” you bowed your head and pinched the bridge of your nose. god, just the thought of the headache you’d get later, once you woke ip sober, was enough to give you a headache now. “i only joined ‘cuz you didn’t want to be alone.”

jennifer snorts. “i knew that.” she said, and it isn’t much of a surprise to you that she did. she’s always known everything about you. “i guess is’ fitting that we ended up gettin’ eliminated together, huh?”

“rank twe’y-s’x,” you slur out, one finger pointing–touching–the other girl, you motor skills getting worse and worse as the alcohol began to take affect, “and rank th’rty.” you point at yourself.

she sighs, taking your hand and absentmindedly playing with it. “d’you ever wonder what would’ve happ’ned if we actually got in?”

“to iz*one?”

“what else?”

you hum. “n’really.”

she too hums, nodding her head sagely. “you didn’t want to be an idol to begin with, so i guess that makes sense.”

“you’re upset.” you note, the corner of your lips tugging into a frown. “did you really want to be in iz*one?”

“yeah.” jennifer looks up at you. “‘s that bad?”

you vaguely remember her saying something like that maybe a week or so earlier, but with how inebriated you were, you couldn’t remember why.

“no.” you say simply, and she hums and nods again. she’s been doing that a lot as of late.

from the corner of your eye, you could see her head turn to look at the clock displayed on the infotainment system–why was it even called that, and how did you know it was called that?–above your console. “it’s almost midnight.” she notes.

you blink, the sudden topic change giving you whiplash. “huh?”

“midnight.” she repeats. “‘s new years.” she pauses, reaching back and taking the last beer can from it’s case before opening it, a loud sshhh! following her words. “remember?”

right. new years. that was why the two of you were in your car, drunk out of your minds past the time you would normally drink. because of new years.

as if realizing just how cold it was, you shiver, tugging your blanket tighter around your body.

“you’re cold.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes. “no shit, sherlock.”

“i know something that can warm you up.” she murmurs, ignoring your harsh words. “would you like it?”

perhaps if you weren’t as drunk as you were, you would’ve noticed the way jennifer was looking at you or, more specifically, your lips. and maybe if you weren’t so drunk, you would’ve realized that the girl was inching closer and closer to you and your lips.

that said, you’re not sure if you would’ve cared if you were sober.

humming, she takes another sip of her beer before placing the can down and taking your neck and-

oh.

“happy new years.”

oh.

“…happy new years.”

“would you miss me if i left?”

you blink, only sparing a glance at the girl to your right before looking back onto the road. your janky headlights had little effect on the seemingly eternal darkness around you, and you didn’t want to accidentally hit a pole, another car, or, worse, an animal, just because you weren’t paying attention.

“not really.”

jennifer, partially offended and mostly just drunk, lets out an indignant huff. “rude.”

you shrug as best as you could with both your hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. “it’s the truth.” you say simply, wincing when you feel the girl pinch you in retirbution for your words. “you haven’t done anything worthy enough of missing.”

“you’d miss talking to me,” she insists. “you’d miss walking with me around the city-“

“you drag me out to do that.”

maybe it’s because she’s drunk or just doesn’t care anymore, but jennifer ignores you instead of picking a fight like she usually would have done. “you’d miss the way i kiss you whenever we got too drunk to care about the consequences.”

you tense, or, rather, freeze. she had never once mentioned it, sober or drunk, so to for her to bring it up now…

“maybe.” you murmured, “you’re a good kisser.”

at your words, the girl preens and laughs haughtily. “why, thank you. it comes with the experience of kissing millions of women and men.”

“millions?” you raised a brow.

“okay, well maybe not millions, but a lot.” she huffs. “i’m pretty sure i’ve kissed every girl at our old school.”

“all of the girls you’ve kissed were either questioning if they were gay, doing it to get someone’s attention–usually a guy–or just wanted to get their first kiss done and over with.” you deadpanned. “and sometimes it was all three.”

“details, schetails.” jennifer says dismissively, waving a hand at you and nearly stabbing you in the eye with her long nails. “point is, ‘m a good kisser.”

“you are.” you couldn’t even disagree. jennifer was a good kisser and you’re pretty sure that on your short list of random girls you’ve kissed before, she was number one.

you don’t think you’ve ever disagreed with yunjin.

“so you would miss me, right?” she asked again. “for the kisses.”

“for the kisses.” you repeated, nodding.

“would you miss me if i went to korea?”

you hum, considering the question. “maybe. but don’t worry, i’ll get over it.”

“‘i’ll get over it’?” she repeats, sounding suspicious. “shouldn’t you be saying, ‘if you really did go, i’d probably get over it’?”

you snort, flopping onto your bed and sighing. “what, did you get that from a fanfiction or something?” you asked dryly, raising an eyebrow even though you knew she wouldn’t see it. “never though you’d be the type to say what you read.”

“answer the question, yn.”

“there is no ‘if’ if you’re already going to korea.” you mutter, pursing your lips. “i saw the email. from source-whatever entertainment.”

you’re pretty sure you sound bitter but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. not when… whatever this was was happening.

“you looked through my stuff?” she asked, sounding half annoyed and half agitated. “yn, that’s-”

“you left your laptop open for anyone and everyone to see.” you interrupted. “during our sleepover. it was like you wanted me to see.”

she goes silent, and vaguely, you could hear an announcement calling for anyone boarding a flight to korea.

“why didn’t you ask me to stay?” she asked, her voice so quiet that you could barely hear it.

“would you have stayed if i asked you to?” you ask in response, heart clenching when all that followed your qeustion was silence rather than the clamoring you had expected–wanted to hear.

there are a million things you want to say to the girl on the other end of the call but you can’t bring yourself to say any of them so all you say in response to her response, or lack thereof, is, “you… you should probably go. that’s your flight they’re calling, isn’t it?”

“it-” she coughs, clearing her throat. if you strained your ears, you could hear her do the quietest sniffle in the world. “it is.”

“i guess this is it then.” you clear your throat, hoping to any god listening that your voice wouldn’t crack. “good bye, yunjin.”

beep.

masterlist.

#sereneres #seren.writes #seren.indulgence #kpop x reader #le sserafim x reader #lesserafim x reader #le sserafim imagines #lesserafim imagines #yunjin x reader #huh yunjin x reader #au.yn

[sereneres]

“ln yn forgetting she’s an idol f…” ⁰

le sserafim x lsfm 6th member!reader / 1.1k

summary. — “ln yn forgetting she’s an idol for five minutes and a few seconds (aka yn having no filter).”

warnings. — cursing / somewhat vulgar language / typical slurring from lsfm!yn / yn encouraging parasocial activities / video-format by @/jihyoruri

“unnie, stop touchin’ m’like that.”

chaewon blinks. yunjin freezes. kazuha promptly looks away from the camera, desperately trying–and failing–to hold back her laughter. eunchae was already snorting. sakura, in an attempt to do damage control, continued talking cheerfully to the camera, subtly shifting so that she could cover whatever was happening behind her with her head.

“practice has been pretty hard.” she says, sighing. “not because the dance is hard, though that’s a reason too, but because it ends pretty late into the night.”

“yah, ln yn!” chaewon’s voice is heard, followed by the sound of skin hitting skin–likely her hand slapping some part of your body–and a muffled yelp. “if you say things like that, people are going to misunderstand!”

“but unnie, you keep touchin’ me ‘n weird places.” the younger whines. “what else ‘m i s’pposed t’say?”

sakura, having given up, just slumped onto the floor, letting those watching the live see what was happening behind her.

chaewon was practically on top of you, shaking you back and forth by your shoulders. yunjin was snickering as she attempted to get the leader off of you with little to no success. eunchae was still laughing, her face red, and kazuha, at somepoint, had joined in on her laughter.

“ln yn!” chaewon screams, her cheeks reddening. “you’re an idol, for goodness sake, an idol! don’t say that kind of thing!”

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“‘where is yn?’”

“yn is currently preoccupied in the kitchen.” chaewon answered, eyeing something off screen. “both kazuha and eunchae are helping her which is why they aren’t here either.”

“they’re making cookies.” yunjin added, smiling. “erm, chocolate chip cookies, if i’m not–”

the sound of a door opening violently interrupts the american’s words, and the two girls on screen look to their left with surprised looks on their faces.

“chaewon’nie, the stove’s ‘n fire.” following your words is the high pitched beeping of what is undoubtedly the dorms fire alarms going off.

“what?!” chaewon stands up, with yunjin following suit. “what do you mean it’s on fire?!”

“‘s ‘n fire.”

yunjin, seemingly having remembered that the live was still going on, quickly ducked into view of the camera. “sorry, guys, we’ll be right back.”

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“ow, ow, fuck, ow–”

sakura, frowning, looked over to where you were presumably standing off screen. “ynnie, are you alright?”

she isn’t facing the camera, her head turned just enough so that those watching could tell she was worried by how tense her jaw was but not enough that they could see how her eyes had widened in alarm. you had cursed, after all, and in the middle of a live no less.

“m’fine, jus’ slammed the cabinet on m’finger.” you murmured, trudging into view with a hand wrapped tightly around your wounded finger. “it really hurt, ‘kura-unnie.”

oddly enough, you don’t seem all that worried about having potentially ruined your image as an idol by cursing. if anything, it seemed as though you hadn’t realized you had cursed aloud at all.

sakura, who is more than worried enough for the both of you, hums in response, absentmindedly checking your finger as she glanced at the live’s comment section. fortunately, it looked like no one was put out by your cursing, finding it more hilarious than upsetting.

“‘nnie, why’re they all laughin’? did somethin’ funny happen?”

“err… not exactly.”

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“unnie, wou’d you accept a kiss fro’me as a present?”

yunjin blinks, visibly stunned by your words. chaewon and sakura, both having realized just what you said, glance at the staff member standing behind the camera nervously. eunchae and kazuha, on the other hand, had quickly got over their shock and were giving you incredulous looks.

“oh my god-”

“…’s tha a yes or a no?”

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“ln yn, just what do you think you are doing?”

you freeze, giving sakura a panicked look–to which she responds with an amused smile–before slowly turning around to face your angry leader. “erm, h’llo, chaewon’nie.”

“hand.”

behind you, you could faintly hear yunjin and eunchae whispering about how chaewon sounded like she was speaking to a dog, ordering for it to give her a paw or something.

chaewon, unamused by your lack of response, both verbally and physically, raised a brow. “yn.”

you sigh, reluctantly doing as the older girl ordered and give her your hand, where a long cut glared an angry red on your skin.

“ooh~ unnie is in trouble~” eunchae murmured, smiling innocently at you when you turned to glare at her.

“yn, how did you get this?”

“…erm, i accident’lly stabbed m’self with scissors?…”

yunjin chortled, enjoying the scene before her all too much. “cut, more like.”

“not helping, unnie.”

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“‘kura-unnie’s basically m’ sugar m’mmy.” you mumbled to the camera, eagerly showing off the brand new pair of sneakers you had gotten–been gifted–earlier that day. “see? she bought m’ the shoes i was lookin’ at the other day.”

eunchae, who had been quiet until this moment leans into view of the camera, snorted. “unnie, you call anyone who’s ever bought you anything your sugar mommy.”

“sug-ar mom-my?” kazuha repeated slowly, tilting her head as she turned to look at chaewon, who sighed and shook her head with a look of disappointment on her face.

noticing how irritated the leader looked, the ballerina wisely decided to stay quiet and mind her own business.

“‘m not wrong though.” you point out to the unimpressed girl. “‘kura-unnie ‘s really m’sugar m’mmy. she buys me s’much stuff…” you giggle sleepily, turning back to the camera. “th’nk you, ‘kura-unnie~”

at that, chaewon, probably having realized just how… weird the conversation has gotten, clicked her tongue, drawing both your and eunchae’s attention.

“should i tell her to stop buying you things then?” she asked rhetorically, an eyebrow raised. “after all, we can’t have an idol, much less a girl group idol, being called ‘sugar mommy’ by one of her members…”

panicked, you sit up. “s’rry ‘nnie, i’ll ask ‘em to cut it out, ‘kay? don’t tell ‘kura-unnie anythin’!”

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“to those who’re sayin’ that they wanna marry me…” you start absentmindedly, staring at the screen of your phone before raising your head to look at the camera. “‘you bein’ serious? ‘cause if you are…”

[ lsfms#1fan: yes. desperatehoe: YES?!!! reasonableperson: uh no r u not a minor??? desperatehoe#2: PLEASE BE MY GIRFLRIEDNHSJQBWBS ]

reading the more or less desperate comments your fans were making, you smile lazily, though it looks more like a smirk than anything else.

“if tha’s the case, then,” you continued, clearing your throat as you kept your eyes on the camera. “please sign a prenup agreement.” from the corner of your eye, you could see a variety of confused comments. “then, and only then, will i consider being married to you.”

masterlist.

#sereneres #seren.writes #seren.indulgence #kpop x reader #le sserafim x reader #lesserafim x reader #le sserafim imagines #lesserafim imagines #sakura x reader #chaewon x reader #yunjin x reader #kazuha x reader #eunchae x reader #lsfm.yn

[sereneres]

wrong kim ⁰

winter/k. minjeong x lsfm 6th member!reader / 1.3k

summary. — you never thought those tiktok memes about texting the wrong person would ever happen to you but here you were, texting the wrong person.

warnings. — heavily inspired by those “bb lets go out tonight” -> “wrong *insert similar thing*, have fun tho” tiktoks / fluff / yn is a little dramatic

you never thought you would die like this.

it’s dark outside and since you didn’t share your room with anyone, you were alone. your stomach, the cause of your eventual death, was empty and, other than the soft music coming from your phone, it’s grumbling was the only thing you heard.

rrrrr.

morbidly, you wondered how your members would react once they found your dead body the next morning. they would all probably cry once they got over their shock, with kazuha quietly sobbing into yunjin’s shoulder and sakura and chaewon attempting and failing to comfort your youngest member.

rrrrrrr.

you place a hand on your complaining stomach, wishing that you had eaten your dinner like your unnies–namely chaewon and sakura–had told you to do. maybe if you had, you wouldn’t be suffering like this.

rrrrr.

granted, you had waken up a little too late and therefore ate your breakfast a little later than normal, forcing you to eat your lunch later than you normally would, causing you to be unable to eat all of your dinner, but still. you really should’ve just eaten it all instead of letting eunchae–and eventually kazuha, who had ‘reluctantly’ joined the former in eating your food–eat it for you.

ding!

you blink, momentarily distracted from your hunger.

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💬 — hong ew ><

YOU (one day ago) — uhhhh — can u ask her why she wants me dwnst

hong ew >< (one day ago) — dwnst? srsly? just say downstairs smh 🤦🏻‍♀️ — she says she wants u to do smth for her

YOU (one day ago) — if this is another 1 of ur pranks m gonna kill u (seen)

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hong ew >< (Today — 01:22 am) — icant believe the walls are so thin thag ifan hear ur tummy grumbling

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you blink again, feeling confused. partly because you were still hungry and more than just half asleep, but mostly because eunchae really shouldn’t be awake right now. she, compared to most of your members, was the type of person to sleep early, so for her to be awake…

blearily, you type out a response before confidently sending it to the other girl.

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YOU (Today — 01:22 am) — yruawk — its1 inthe morning

hong ew >< (Today — 01:22 am) — cuz ur tummy isnoisy??? — ijus said that ican hear it thru the wall.

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ah. were the walls really that thin?…

now that you think about it, you’re pretty sure that you’ve heard some things come from eunchae’s side of the wall. video game sounds, the occasional watching of fancams, etc.

fortunately for you, you were too tired and too hungry to really give a shit about how embarrassed you should be.

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YOU (Today — 01:24 am) — o

hong ew >< (Today — 01:24 am) — u shldve eaten ur dinner

YOU (Today — 01:26 am) — mmmmmmme hungry

hong ew >< (Today — 01:26 am) — ofc u r 💀 — ask one of the unnies to go out w u to get a snack.

hong ew >< (Today — 01:27 am) — i rec going to chaewon-unnie — shes usually too tired to argue at this time (seen)

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huh. not a bad idea, considering who it was coming from.

deciding not to respond to the younger girl–she would most likely complain about ‘being left on seen’ later, once the rest of your members were awake–you leave the chat room, scrolling down your endless list of contacts in search of the one you were looking for.

god, why were there so many kims in the kpop industry?!

fortunately, you find the kim you were looking for relatively quickly.

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💬 — kim mj :P

kim mj :P (one week ago) — eunchae did a tiktok with karina-unnie and chaewon- unnie did a tiktok with me — i asked her about you and she just shrugged T T

YOU (one week ago) — U DID A TIKTOK W CHAEWON-UNNIE??? — why didnt u do it w meeeee

kim mj :P (one week ago) — mys and fearnots wanted to see us together — us as in me and chaewon

YOU (one week ago) — ;/

kim mj :P (one week ago) — look, ynnie, it’s not my fault our fans wanted to see me and chaewon-unnie together. — yn? — yah, are you seriously going to leave me on seen?

YOU (Today — 01:30 am) — unnie com w me to te stre — unnieeeeee ;((((

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nevermind that half of what you sent didn’t make sense. your unnie–especially chaewon–would know what you were trying to say. she always did.

still, she normally would have replied by now. maybe she was asleep? but she had told you that she would be staying at the company to do some catch-up work…

ding! ding!

ah, what was that thing your english teacher had said? ‘speak of the devil and she shall appear’?

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kim mj :P (Today — 01:32 am) — yah, you didn’t speak to me for a week and now you’re demanding i leave my dorm just to go with you to a store? — your members srsly spoil you too much :|

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reading the older girl’s message, you frown. you had just spoken to the girl a few hours ago. what was she talking about?

though you couldn’t deny that she and your members spoiled you. such was the benefit of being one of the maknaes of a group.

ding! ding!

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kim mj :P (Today — 01:33 am) — your spelling is horrible btw — also, it’s 1 in the morning, why are you awake?? go to sleep yn.

YOU (Today — 01:33 am) — h — nn we spk yestdy — whtre u talk abt

kim mj :P (Today — 01:34 am) — ?????? — are you drunk?

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at this point, you were beyond confused. was your leader seriously accusing you of drinking alcohol? it was starting to look more and more like she had been the one drinking alcohol.

that said, her words weren’t as messed up as it would be if she was drunk, not to mention that she had said that was going to be at the company…

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kim mj :P (Today — 01:34 am) — yn you’re a minor you can’t drink — also we did not speak yesterday. i was literally asleep in my room all day yesterday. (seen)

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frowning, you start to type out a message, reporting that you, in fact, did not drink, only to stop upon realizing who you were texting.

“kim mj :P”, not to be mistaken with, “kim mj <3”, from newjeans. “kim mj :P” and not the “kim cw >:(” you thought you were texting.

you weren’t one to curse often, finding such words a little too rude to say normally, but–

“fuck.”

ding!

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hong ew >< (Today — 01:36 am) — i heard that.

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double fuck.

why did the world see fit to torture you like this? first you were hungry, then you woke up eunchae, and now you had texted the wrong person just because of your stupid contact naming system.

it could really not get any worse than it was now.

ding!

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kim mj :P (Today — 01:37 am) — hold on, did u accidentally text me instead of one of your members? — that would explain why our stories aren’t lining up

kim mj :P (Today — 01:38am) — but none of ur — oh — lmfao did u accidentally text me instead of chaewon-unnie?

kim mj :P (Today — 01:39 am) — ig our names are pretty similar — we’re both kim’s. — not to mention that ur names for ur contacts only have the person’s last name, two letters of their first name, and a weird emoticon

kim mj :P (Today — 01:40 am) — wrong kim, yn ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ — have fun going to the store with chaewon-unnie tho (seen)

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it most definitely did get worse.

masterlist.

#sereneres #seren.writes #seren.indulgence #kpop x reader #le sserafim x reader #lesserafim x reader #le sserafim imagines #lesserafim imagines #winter x reader #eunchae x reader #lsfm.yn

[sereneres]

beep ⁰

non-idol huh yunjin x reader / 1k

summary. — you really needed to let her go.

warnings. — implied & obvious cheating / angst + no fluff / minor kazuha x reader / inspired by reflections by the neighbourhood

ring.

a groan, followed by a discontent grunt. “unnie, is that your phone?”

ring.

“…no.” a pause. “m’ringtone doesn’t sound like that. ‘s your phone.” another groan.

ring.

chaewon, growing irritated by the repeating sound of yunjin’s ringtone, pinches the said girl, earning a delayed help. “answer the phone, yunjin.” she muttered, peeking an eye open to glare at her lover.

grumbling, yunjin does as the older girl ordered, reaching a hand out to blindly search the surface of her nightstand before picking up her phone. “…unnie, it’s not my phone, it’s yours. mine isn’t vibrating or anything.”

ring.

“that’s my phone you’re holding, yunjin.”

“huh?” yunjin lifts what was apparently not her phone to her face, squinting at the case and yelping when it abruptly turned on. “eugh- unnie, why is your wallpaper so bright?!”

“for god’s sake– give me that.” chaewon snatched her phone from yunjin before pulling away from the latter, causing her to whine in complaint from the sudden loss of warmth against her body. “pick up your phone, yunjin, your ringtone is driving me crazy. you should change it.”

yunjin purses her lips, her stomach churning at chaewon’s words. “yn picked it for me.” she murmured as she fidgeted with the edge of their shared blanket, internally cringing when she feels chaewon tense beside her.

“oh.”

“yeah. it’s…” she sighs, scratching the back of her neck awkwardly. “i don’t think i’ll be changing it anytime soon.”

ring.

as if on cue, the younger’s phone rang again. it seemed that whoever was calling her was rather persistent.

yunjin sighed as she took her phone from her nightstand and answered the call, not bothering to look at the caller ID. “hello?”

“yunjin.”

fuck.

chaewon, noticing how tense the younger had gotten, looked up from her phone. “who is it?” she asked curiously, an eyebrow raised.

“yn.” yunjin murmurs quietly, both answering chaewon’s question and speaking to you. beside her, she could feel the older girl’s body go rigid with apprehension. “what is it?”

“you aren’t home.”

your words were less of a question and more of a statement, but either way, it doesn’t fail to make yunjin feel even more guiltier than she already felt.

“i have some things to do.” she says. “a project. it’s taking a while to finish, so i’ll be staying at zuha’s place for the night.”

it’s an excuse, one she’s used many times before, but you’ve always accepted it without question.

fortunately, this time was no exception.

“do you know when you’ll be back tomorrow?” you ask, voice soft and airy as it usually was when you were tired. usually, hearing your voice like this would make yunjin smile widely or ‘like a dork’, according to chaewon, but now your innceont sounding voice only made her frown.

“erm, maybe around ten?” she glances at chaewon, who avoids her eyes out of guilt for doing… whatever this was behind your back. “y’know how ‘zuha and i are. i can never wake up early, and she’s just as bad, if not more so, than i am at waking up.” she pauses. “not to mention that we’re staying up to finish the project…”

she wonders when she had gotten so good at lying, especially to you. before, at the start of your relationship, she had never been able to lie to you all that well, nor had she been able to keep any secrets from you. it was why yunjin had always given you your presents–for christmas, your birthday, valentine’s, and your anniversary–days, sometimes even weeks before the actual date.

now, though, she was an expert at lying, as well as keeping things from you.

you hum, verbally acknowledging your lover’s words. “alright then.” you say. “i’ll let you go back to your work. don’t stay up too late, alright?”

she snorts, rolling her eyes and momentarily forgetting what was happening. “no promises. we’re not even half way done with the whole thing.”

you giggle. “of course, of course…” a pause. “i love you, yunjin.”

at your words, yunjin could feel her heart squeeze painfully and her stomach churn with guilt as her hand–the one that wasn’t holding her phone–clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white. “i… i love you too.”

to her right, she could hear chaewon choke out a gasp.

“good night, yunjin.”

“goodnight love.”

beep.

beep.

“well?”

you sigh, dropping your phone onto kazuha’s nightstand before turning around to nuzzle into the said girl’s neck.

“that bad, huh?”

“she said she was at your house doing some kind of project.”

your words are muffled due to your mouth being somewhat covered by her neck and her collarbone, but she manages to hear you anyway, as made evident by the way her arms tightened around you.

“when are you going to let her go?”

you snort. “if i break up with her, she’ll ask me why, i’ll have to tell her that she doesn’t love me anymore, and then she’ll deny it, begging for me to rethink my choices.”

you then sigh, nuzzling further into the crook of the japanese girl’s neck. “it’ll be easier if she realizes that she doesn’t love me anymore by herself. less issues that way.”

“and how long do you think that’ll take?”

“it’ll take a bit.” you yawn, giggling softly when you feel kazuha shiver in your arms at the feeling of your warm breath against her skin. “but not too long. maybe a few months?”

kazuha grunts. “i don’t think i can wait that long.”

it was a sudden confession, sure, but it wasn’t all that surprising–not to you, at least. you had expected to hear it–or, at least, something like it–the moment the girl started the conversation.

“you’ll have to, kazuha.” you murmur. “for her sake.”

kazuha, likely annoyed by your words, opens her mouth to speak, only to shut it when she realizes something.

“you’re still in love with her.”

her voice is colored by many things. she’s surprised by her sudden revelation, dismayed that you were basically leading her on, angry that yunjin was the one who still held your heart despite being so careless with it, and sadness upon realizing that you didn’t love her like she loved you.

“yes.”

your answer was unnecessary considering that she wasn’t asking a question, but kazuha goes quiet all the same, seemingly no longer interested in the conversation as she pulls you impossibly closer to her.

masterlist.

#sereneres #seren.writes #seren.indulgence #kpop x reader #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim imagines #yunjin x reader #huh yunjin x reader #kazuha x reader #nakamura kazuha x reader #au.yn

[sereneres]

dollz™ ³

newjeans x 6th member!reader / 0.8k

summary. — in which danielle has too much time on her hands. she also isn’t really there but we’re going to ignore that

warnings. — danielle is here yet isn’t at the same time

“this name thing is lowkey kinda hard.”

hyein huffs, rolling onto her side and raising an eyebrow at the older girl. “don’t you already have all of yours, unnie?”

“well, no, i still have to come up with with mine and ynnie’s.” hanni sighs, dropping her chin into her palm. “the others were easier. bbangsaz, kittyz, twotolz, niniz–”

“why are you and dani-unnie ‘niniz’?” haerin tilted her head. “couldn’t you just be ‘aussiez’? because you both came from australia?”

minji, sighing, patted the girl on the soldier with a look of faux sympathy. “don’t question it too much, haerin, you’ll just get lost in the complicatedness that is hanni’s mind.”

“hey, just so you know, danielle was the one who wanted niniz, not me!”

“oh.” minji blinked, then turned back to haerin to once again pat her on the shoulder. “nevermind haerin.”

“hey–”

hyein groans, turning to you as the two girls continued bickering. haerin, having already settled down on minji’s lap, starts to doze off.

“yn-unnie~” she whines, shuffling closer to you and placing her hands on your knees. “can you help me, please?”

her words are almost robotic, seeing as she had said them in english, and that, paired with the pouty look on her face, was enough to make you coo at the younger girl.

“don’t worry about it too much, hyein.” you murmured, placing a hand on her head and petting her. “it’ll come to us… hopefully.”

minji, being unable to move with a sleeping haerin in her lap, turns her head nearly one-hundred and eighty degrees to look at you. “maybe you should ask danielle for help. she’s pretty good at coming up with names.”

“sh– mph,” haerin yawned. “she made a list of ship names for us already. didn’t you guys get her message?”

“she did?” hanni frowned, picking up your phone. “when’d she send it?”

“hanni-unnie, that’s my phone–”

the older girl pressed a finger to your lips, her eyes fixed on the screen of your phone. “shush, yn, you weren’t using it anyway.” she paused. “uh, what’s your password again?”

“just use your own phone, unnie.” hyein sighed, plopping her head onto your lap. “it would be faster if you did.”

you too sigh, albeit more out of exasperation than tiredness. “debut date, hanni-unnie.” you reminded her for the nth time that month. “it’s our debut date.”

“right… did you use month day year, day month year, year month day, or year day month?”

“hanni-unnie.”

“okay, okay, i got it, no need to whine… oh wow this list is long–”

“what about barbiez?” hyein cut in, having pulled up the list on her own phone. “that’s pretty cute, right, yn-unnie?”

you hum. “it is, but i don’t think we can just use barbiez. for one thing, it would look weird being spelt with a z when everyone spells it with an s–”

“all of our shipnames look weird with a z though.” haerin muttered. “dani-unnie and i use ‘candyz’ and not ‘candies’…”

“and, most importantly, we could get into some issues using the name barbie despite not being affiliated to the brand.” you smile apologetically at the girl in your lap, the beginnings of a pout on her face. “sorry, hyein-ah, but we can’t use it.”

“what about bratz?” hanni suggested, having not paid attention to anything you had said. “you and hyein look like bratz, right, minji?”

minji blinks. “erm…” she glances at you, her silent plea for help plastering an amused yet small smile on your lips.

“we can’t use that one because, as i said earlier, copyright and or trademark issues, hyein.” you said. “also, i don’t think it would be a good look if we were called bratz. it’s too much like the word brats, and who knows how many people already think of us like that…”

“those pe’ple are jus’ haters, unnie.” haerin murmured sleepily. “ignore ‘em.”

hanni huffed and nodded her head in agreement with the younger’s words. “well said, haerin, well said.”

“okay, what about dollz?” minji asked, looking at hyein. she had, at somepoint, taken your phone from hanni and was going through the list danielle had created. “since you can’t use barbiez or bratz, why not just use dollz?”

“dollz.” hyein repeated thoughtfully, seemingly testing how the word sounded. “that’s…”

“it’s perfect.” you leaned forward, trying and failing to peek at the screen—it was a privacy screen, hence your failure—of your phone. “was it on dani-unnie’s list?”

the older girl nodded. “it was.” she gives you your phone before pointing at the name on the screen. “see, it’s like, ten or so names down from the first one in the third row.”

“oh… just how many names did dani-unnie come up with?”

“she came up with around twenty–”

“oh, that’s not that bad.”

“–for each pairing, excluding the ones we already made names for, so, around a hundred?”

“a hundred?!”

previous. / pairz. / next.

#sereneres #seren.writes #newjeans x reader #newjeans imagines #minji x reader #hanni x reader #danielle x reader #haerin x reader #hyein x reader #⊹ #nwjns.yn

[sereneres]

“the truth interview ft. the onl…” ⁰

le sserafim x 6th member!reader / 3.4k

summary. — “the truth interview ft. the only extrovert, ln yn, from the introvert-dominant group, le sserafim (pt. 5)”

warnings. — there are no parts 1 through 4 / fluff + tiny bit of angst

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ln yn

“hello,” you greet, bowing your head slightly and giving the camera a small smile and a wave of your hand. “i am le sserafim’s ln yn. ‘s a pleasure t’be here.”

le sserafim

“hello, we are le sserafim.” le sserafim—sans you—greeted, bowing their heads and smiling at the camera.

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ln yn

you blink before nodding your head slowly, uncertainty flickering across your features. “‘s jus’ questions, right?” you paused, turning your head to look at something off screen for a brief moment before looking back at the camera and nodding more confidently. “yeah, ‘m answering some questions.”

le sserafim

“today we will be answering some questions about our second youngest member, yn.” chaewon says, smiling politely at the camera as your members nodded.

“unnie, did you have to say ‘second youngest’?” eunchae asked, raising an eyebrow. “you could’ve just said ‘yn’…”

“quiet, eunchae.”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Q: are you nervous or excited? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

ln yn

“‘m definitely more nervous than excited.” you say, chuckling awkwardly. “‘ve never done anythin’ like this, so… yeah, ‘m really nervous…

le sserafim

“i think i can speak for all of us when i say that we’re a lot more excited than we thought we would be.” yunjin says, looking at the others with an amused smile before returning her gaze to the camera. “yn, on the other hand…”

“yn-unnie is definitely nervous.” eunchae muttered, laughing quietly. “she was talking to herself in the car earlier, i guess to try and hype herself up for this interview.”

“yn doesn’t communicate very well but what she lacks in communication, she makes up for in physical touch.” sakura says, sighing. “it’s a little inconvenient, considering that when she’s happy, she likes hugging us, and when she isn’t, she still hugs us.”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Q: what is yn’s/your role in le sserafim? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

ln yn

“m’role?” you asked, tilting your head slightly. “as in, my position in the group, or…?”

[(shrug)]

“uhm, i guess i’ll just say what with m’position, then?” chuckling, you scratch the back of your neck awkwardly. “i am the lead dancer and a vocalist of le sserafim, as well as a sub-rapper.” a pause. “i haven’t rapped since fearless, though, so… yeah.”

“as for my ‘roles’ in the group, i guess you could say that ‘m the second youngest?” you purse your lips, idly fidgeting with your hands. “that, ‘n the fact that ‘m the only extrovert in an entire group of introverts.”

le sserafim

“ynnie’s role?” kazuha asked, tilting her head. “what’s that mean?”

“maybe it’s asking for her position.” sakura suggested, earning an ‘ah’ from the younger girl.

chaewon crosses her legs, glancing at her members before looking at the camera and answering the question. “yn is a vocalist, sub-rapper, and dancer.”

“don’t forget that she’s a lead dancer, unnie, just like me.” eunchae corrected, her brows furrowed. “did you seriously forget that?”

“oh, oops…”

“unnie!”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Q: what was your first impression of yn/your members?━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

ln yn

“firs’ impression…” you muttered, humming. “i think i met ‘nchae first, then both ‘kura-unnie and chaewon’nie, then yun-unnie, and then ‘zuha-unnie.”

“‘nchae was kinda like your stereotypical introvert? she was shy, awkward, and quiet…” you trail off, staring off and into the distance before perking up. “oh, ‘n i first met her at the dorms. i think she was on the floor or somethin’, drinking… six caprisuns.”

“my first impression lf ‘kura-unnie and chaewon’nie was that they were really pretty, ‘n my first meeting with them…” you cough, clearing your throat as you blushed. “it was kind of, uh, embarrassin’ ‘cuz i sorta… uh… yeah.”

“as for yun’nie… i can’t remember.” you laugh sheepishly, scratching your elbow and looking away from the camera. “i was half asleep, and i n’ver remember anythin’ when ‘m half asleep.”

“and last but not ‘zuha-unnie–” you’re interrupted by a yawn, prompting you to hastily cover your mouth with your hand. “oops, s’rry ‘bout that. uhm, my first impression of ‘zuha-unnie was that she was tall and that her hair was… really healthy looking.”

le sserafim

“my first impression of yn-unnie was that she was short.” eunchae said, giggling. “like, i saw her in person and i went, ‘oh wow, you’re short’.”

“you said it to her face?” chaewon gasped, eyes wide.

“no.” eunchae sighed, shaking her head with a frown. “i wish i did though, it would’ve been funny to see how she would react to me telling her that.

“for me, i thought that yn was one of those really weird people that could sleep anywhere if they wanted to.” yunjin said, giving an amused smile at the camera. “like, anywhere anywhere.”

kazuha hummed, raising an eyebrow. “didn’t you first meet yn when she was taking a nap on one of the benches outside the company? i think she told me about it a few days ago.”

“yep.”

“ynnie was really cute when we first met her.” sakura said, gesturing to both herself and chaewon. “she kind of… hm, fangirled, i suppose? she didn’t scream or anything, but she did ask us for autographs.”

“she was pretty cute.” chaewon agreed, giggling. “yn was really nervous when she met us, so i guess that just added to her natural cuteness.”

“didn’t she ask you to sign her stomach or something?” eunchae asked, tilting her head. “because i’m pretty sure i accidentally walked in on one of you writing something down on her stomach with a sharpie.”

“uh…”

“when i first met ynnie, my first thought was that she was our maknae.” yunjin interrupted, winking at chaewon when the latter shot her a grateful look. “like, before she told us her age, i thought she was younger than manchae.”

“are you calling me old?” the youngest of the group squawked, standing up with a look of outrage on her face.

“uhm, no?…”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Q: what is/are your nickname(s) for yn/your members?━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

ln yn

“nicknames… ah, that’s a fun one.” you smile, leaning back in your chair before holding up a hand. “sakura-unnie is ‘kura-unnie,” you put a finger down, “chaewon-unnie is chaewon’nie, yunjin-unnie is yun-unnie, kazuha-unnie is ‘zuha-unnie, and last but not least, eunchae is just ‘nchae or manchae.”

le sserafim

“sometimes i call her sleepy head or just sleepy.” yunjin said as she chuckled, carding a hand through her hair and shaking her head slightly. “other than that, though, i just call her yn or ynnie, and sometimes baby… sometimes.”

“yn and ynnie.” chaewon stated, nodding her head with a definitive look on her face. “that’s all.”

“don’t you also call her jagiya, unnie?” kazuha asked, tilting her head. “i swear i heard you say it in the car sometimes…”

yunjin snorts, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. “she doesn’t just say it in the car, she says it everywhere.” she turns to the camera, a pout on her lips. “you guys just don’t know about it because chaewon-unnie begs the staff to keep it out of videos.”

“yah!”

“for eunchae and i, we usually call her ynnie.” sakura murmurs, glancing at the younger girl who nodded her head.

[(isn’t yn older than eunchae?)]

“ah, yn-unnie doesn’t really care about that kind of thing.” eunchae said as she smiled awkwardly. “i only call her yn-unnie because i respect her… well, that and because i was taught to always call people older than me ‘unnie’ or ‘oppa’.”

“i just call her yn or ynnie.” kazuha gives the camera a small smile, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “i don’t really use nicknames that often.”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Q: what is something you like about yn/yourself?━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

ln yn

“something i like about myself?” you blink, averting your eyes from the camera in favor of looking at your hands. “uh, would it be weird if i said i liked everything about myself? i mean…”

you pause, giving the camera a smile that looked both smug and innocent at the same time. “what’s not t’like? ‘m nice, pretty, cute, cuddly, and… uh… just ask our fans, ‘m sure they could give you a whole list of reasons.”

le sserafim

“she’s cute.” yunjin says bluntly, yelping when chaewon reached over and hit her in the shoulder. “what’re you hitting me for? it’s true, isn’t it?”

“ynnie’s pretty attentive.” sakura answers, a thoughtful expression on her face as she blatantly ignored the two bickering girls from her left and right. “if she sees that i’m upset, she’ll come over and hug me, and sometimes she asks me if i’m okay.”

eunchae hums, nodding her head in agreement. “unnie does that with me too, but personally, something i like about ynnie is that she’s always super relaxed.” she turns to kazuha, an eyebrow raised. “right, unnie?”

“yn is my favorite member.” the older girl says, staring at the camera. “favorite. member.”

“i can see that.” sakura murmurs, quickly accepting the younger’s words. yunjin, on the other hand–

“what?” the american said, eyes wide with both mock and real betrayal. “yah, kazuha, what about shinez?”

“shinez is okay.”

“just okay?!”

“what about you, chaewonnie?” sakura asks, turning away from the agitated girl beside her. “what’s something you like about yn?”

“her cuddliness. she reminds me of a teddy bear...”

“that’s all you can say after getting upset me for calling her cute? seriously?”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Q: what is something you dislike about yn/yourself?━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

ln yn

“well that’s ‘n age old question, ‘sn’t it?” you chuckle dryly before sighing. “i could give you a whole list of things i don’t really like ‘bout myself, but that would just be a little too depressing, so i’ll just… skip this question.”

[(but didn’t you just say…?)]

“and? i can like and not like things at the same time. i think it’s called… a beige flag?…” you sigh again, albeit not as heavily as as the first. “i don’t think ‘m using that term correctly…”

le sserafim

“she’s fidgety in her sleep.”

“fidgety?” eunchae asked, a confused look on her face. “but she isn’t.”

“you only think that because the only times you’ve seen her asleep is in the car or on one of us.” yunjin explained, placing a hand on the younger girl’s knee. “when ynnie sleeps by herself, she tends to fidget a lot more than you would think.”

“and how do you know that, yunjin-ssi?” chaewon questioned, raised an eyebrow and crossing her arms.

the american huffed, her own eyebrows furrowing and her eyes narrowing. “i have my ways. why don’t you ask zuha?” she turns to the said girl, an accusing look on her face. “i’m sure her reason would be a lot more interesting than mine is.”

“how is ‘i sleep with her sometimes’ interesting?” kazuha asked, more curious than offended.

“something that i don’t like about yn is that she tends to sleep late at night.” sakura cut in, shooting the three girls a warning look. “it’s the only reason why she’s sleepy all the time.”

“ah, for me, unnie can get a little too clingy.” smiling apologetically at the camera, eunchae bowed her head. “yn-unnie, if you’re watching this, i’m really sorry, but you always hug me when it’s too hot and sticky…”

“mmh, that’s fair.” yunjin said, nodding her head in agreement. “i’d like to say the same thing, but something annoys me a lot more than that.”

“and what is ‘something’?”

“she hugs zuha a lot more than she hugs me.” she sighed, shaking her head. “fearnots, i know you see ynnie hugging me the most whenever we post behind the scenes videos, but trust me, she hugs zuha like, three times more than she hugs me.”

“personally, i dislike how careless she is with herself.” chaewon muttered, sighing and shaking her head. “the other day, she got sick and didn’t tell us until she was so sick that her words were barely understandable.”

“oh, right... the ‘sort of’ sickness, yes?”

“i’m confused, how does someone get ‘sort of’ sick?”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Q: what is your favorite memory with yn/your members?━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

ln yn

“probably the moment we all knew we were going to debut?” you said, your words sounding more like a question than a statement. “if ‘m gonna be honest, my favorite moment with my members changes ev’ry day, but i guess, if i had to pick my favorite moment, it would be that.”

le sserafim

“my favorite memory was when ynnie spent a lot of money and time getting me a stuffed animal from that claw machine.” eunchae sighs, glancing at her members with a look of disappointment. “my other unnies, on the other hand…”

at this, chaewon huffed and crossed her arms. “why bother wasting money on getting so cheap when we could spend the same amount of money getting you something of higher quality?”

groaning, eunchae turned away from the older girl and pointed at her. “are you guys hearing this?”

“it’s the thought that counts, unnie.” yunjin muttered, nudging chaewon with her shoulder and grunting upon receiving an elbow in the gut from the latter.

“my favorite memory was waking up to yn being on top of me after we fell asleep on the couch.” kazuha said, ignoring the impending squabble that would happen next to her. “she reminded me of one of those… erm, heavy blankets?”

“weighted blankets, zuha.” sakura corrected, smiling. “as for me, i would say my favorite moment with yn was… when i met her?”

yunjin, glaring at chaewon who looked back at her innocently, pursed her lips. “i guess when we played guitar together for the first time? it was honestly pretty magical…”

there’s a moment of silence as the other four girls looked at her with expectant eyes, making her avert her own awkwardly.

“oh, is that all?” chaewon asked, raising an eyebrow. “well, for me, my favorite moment, or moments, i guess, with yn is when she falls asleep on my shoulder.” chaewon mused, eyes softening. “she’s really cute when she sleeps.”

“you sound like a creep, unnie.”

“wha-?! i am not a creep!”

“i didn’t say you were one, just that you sounded like one.”

“yah, nakamura kazuha!”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Q: who is your favorite member? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

ln yn

“erm, can i jus’ say that it depends?” you asked, laughing nervously as you fidgeted with the rings on your hands. “like, it depends on the day, who i see most, who i touch the most… things like that.”

[(in that case, who is currently your favorite member?)]

you blink, though it doesn’t take you long to answer. “‘kura-unnie ‘cuz she bought me a slice of fruit cake earlier this morning.” you sigh, your eyes glazed over and you unconsciously lick your lips. “it tasted so good…”

le sserafim

“yn.” kazuha says, looking both unamused and confused. “didn’t i say that earlier?”

yunjin hummed, tilting her head side to side. “yn is my current favorite.” she then looked at her members, her throughful expression shifting into a more mischievoois one. “that said, if one of my members decided to, i don’t know, buy me something or do me a favor, i think i can consider changing my answer.”

“i don’t have a favorite member.” chaewon stated, ignoring the simpering american. “they’re all horrible.”

“ditto, but for the opposite reason.” eunchae paused, turning to look at yunjin with a growing smirk on her lips. “stay in the middle~”

“like you a little–”

“i don’t really have a favorite member either.” sakura murmured, glancing at the two dancing girls beside her with an unimpressed look on her face. “it would be like asking to choose your favorite kid, if that makes any sense.”

“don’t parents usually always have a favorite though?” chaewon pointed out. “they say they don’t, but they do.”

“don’t you have an older sister, unnie?” kazuha asked, tilting her head with an innocent and curious expression. “are you the favorite, or is it your sister?”

“…”

“what does this question have to do with yn anyway? like, she’s zuha-unnie and yunjin-unnie’s favorite member but… isn’t this too… general of a question?”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Q: who do you think is yn’s/your member’s favorite member?━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

ln yn

“‘zuha-unnie and yun-unnie probably said i was their favorite.” you mutter, smiling sheepishly at the camera. “‘m not saying that because i thinn that they like me more than the others, ‘m saying that ‘cuz they’ve been more obsessed with me recently.”

humming, you cross your legs, your lips pursed. “as for ‘kura-unnie, she wouldn’t pick, nor would ‘nchae… well, maybe she would say chaewon’nie? those two ‘ave been pr’tty close…”

“oh, and chaewon is probably going to say she doesn’t like one of us any more than she likes the others, so...”

le sserafim

“ah, so that’s why they…” eunchae laughs sheepishly, bowing her head. “sorry for doubting you.”

[(it’s okay 👌)]

“she most definitely picked me.” yunjin said, giving the others a smug smirk.

chaewon scoffed, rolling her eyes and giving yunjin an unimpressed look. “do you actually believe that, or are you just saying that to make us feel jealous or something?”

“she probably picked sakura-unnie.” eunchae murmured, prompting the older girl to look at her with surprise. “unnie gave ynnie a fruit cake earlier today, and, well, we all know how much she likes it…”

“she probably picked either sakura-unnie, eunchae, or me.” kazuha said, nodding her head to emphasize her words. “yunjin-unnie is too… annoying to like–”

“hey!”

“–and chaewon-unnie is too…” the japanese girl made a face, making the others laugh while chaewon started whining. “she’s too… much.”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Q: is there anything you would like to ask or say to yn/your members? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

ln yn

“uhm, no, not really.”

le sserafim

eunchae perked up, eyes brightening. “unnie, can you go with me to buy me some snacks later? i heard that there’s a new flavor of pepero!”

“new flavor?”

“yeah, the yakult flavored one?” eunchae giggled. “it’s not really new, but ynnie and i have been looking for it for ages.”

“yakult flavored?” chaewon asked, glancing at sakura who gave her an equally as confused look. “but yn doesn’t like yakult.”

“yeah, she said she doesn’t like how sweet it tastes.” yunjin huffed, crossing her arms. “it’s weird, considering how much she likes fruits…”

“what do fruits have to do with anything?”

“they’re sweet, zuha.”

“oh.”

their youngest pursed her lips, her eyebrows furrowing an a rather cute manner. “she doesn’t like yakult? but she always drinks the ones i get her after practice…”

“yn would never refuse anything you give her, manchae.” sakura murmured, soothing the agitated girl with a hand on her back.

“even if it was rat poison.” yunjin added unhelpfully, earning a swat and a glare from chaewon.

kazuha, ignoring… whatever it was that was happening next to her, cleared her throat before setting her gaze on whoever was behind the camera. “can you ask her if she has my hoodie? i’ve been looking for it for the past week or so, and she was the last one who wore it.”

“you mean she was the only one who’s ever worn that thing besides you.”

“…”

“oh wow, i’m right?”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ this is the end. please say goodbye to those watching. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

ln yn

“the end already?” you frown, crossing your arms. “but ‘s only been an hour since we got here and started filmin’…”

[(just how long do you want to stay here??)]

sighing, you straighten in your chair and give the camera a polite smile.“thank you for havin’ me, i really enjoyed answerin’ some of these questions… oh, and make sure to like subscribe to THE truth interview if you want to watch more videos like this one…”

le sserafim

“man, time flies by too quickly when you’re having fun.” yunjin murmured petulantly, pouting slightly.

chaewon, visibly unimpressed by the younger girl’s antics, rolls her eyes before turning to the camera. “thank you for watching this video. if you enjoyed it, please click like, subscribe, and watch the other parts of this series.”

“unnie sounds like one of those youtubers with millions of subscribers.” eunchae murmured, watching the leader with wide eyes. “i never thought i would see her like that…”

“me neither.” kazuha muttered back, her eyes also wide.

“yah, what are you two whispering about over there?”

“nothing, unnie.”

“sure doesn’t sound like nothing…”

[(it was indeed not nothing.)]

masterlist.

#sereneres #seren.writes #seren.indulgence #kpop x reader #lesserafim x reader #le sserafim x reader #lesserafim imagines #le sserafim imagines #sakura x reader #chaewon x reader #yunjin x reader #kazuha x reader #eunchae x reader #lsfm.yn

[sereneres]

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kim jiwoo. / chuu.

— a table for two – non idol!au

kim minjeong. / winter.

— wrong kim.– lsfm!reader

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h.tags — au.yn - works related to non-idol au!yn

#sereneres #seren.writes #seren.list #au.yn

[sereneres]

a table for two ⁰

non-idol au!chuu x fem!reader / 1.1k

summary. — one cheerful waitress + one man + you, the main protagonist = one dinner date gone wrong yet right at the same time. ⌙1.1k~

warnings. — fluff

“hello!”

you blink, looking up from your phone to see a girl standing before you, a cheerful smile on her face, and, according to her nametag, her name was “chuu”, the word—name?—written with bright pink and blue gel pen. it was odd name—one that you have never heard—but it did suit her, if only because of how cute it was.

(and you definitely did not just inadvertantly call a stranger—and your to be waitress—cute.)

“do you have a reservation or will you be waiting in line?” she continues, tapping something on her tablet before looking up at you again. “and if you do have a reservation, can you please have the name for it?”

“ln. ln yn.”

the girl hums, her smile widening as she looked up to wink at you, albeit doing so in a more dorky manner than she probably intended to. “you have quite the pretty name, yn-ssi.” she compliments, and what do you say in response?

“th-thank you…?”

in your defense, you rarely received compliments in general, much less complments about how ‘pretty’ your name was.

fortunately, the girl didn’t seemed offended by how unsure you sounded when you thanked her. if anything, she must have found it either funny or cute—or maybe both?—because, after murmuring a quiet, “you’re welcome!”, she started giggling.

and by giggling, you mean she was partially laughing, snorting, and chuckling all at the same time, yet still managed to sound and look like she was giggling.

(read: she was wheezing and you were just too dumbed down by her cuteness to say she was.)

“oh.” she blinks, her smile promptly flattening into a thin line. suddenly, she looks a little less cute and a lot more… hm.

needless to say, the uncharacteristically serious look on her face was enough to make you blush just looking at it.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, clearing your throat and turning away from the waitress slightly in the hopes that doing so will hide your reddened cheeks. “is there a problem?”

“i’m sorry, but since you’re a little early, there are no available tables at the moment.” she murmurs, bowing her head as she apologized to you.

the corner of her lips is curled up, and though you could have ask her about it, you don’t. it’s partially because she looked pretty smiling and mostly because you really didn’t care anymore– not for your reservation, and especially not for your blind date who you should have met a minute or so ago.

“are you yn?”

(suddenly, the saying, “speak of the devil and he shall appear”, became all too real.)

frowning, you turn around to find a man who was a little too tall for your liking standing beside you, an awkward smile on his face.

“i am.” you say somewhat reluctantly, crossing your arms and giving him a questioning look. “who are you?”

“i’m jake.” he holds out a hand. “and, uh, i think our friend set us up?”

there’s a few choice words that you would have used in that moment. words that you would have said, had there not been a crowd of people around you that you did not want to embarrass yourself in front of and a cute girl standing behind you, a crestfallen expression on her face that you do not notice because, as said previously, she was standing behind you.

“oh.” is what you say instead, prompting him to smile in response, clearly oblivious to your dismay and sudden lack of interest.

fortunately—or perhaps unfortunately, in his case—, he isn’t oblivious for long, because then you say–

“i’m sorry, but i don’t think this is going to work out.”

your words are blunt, straight to the point, and, metaphorically, like arrows that shoot not-so-cleanly through his heart.

“oh.”

“ah, but it’s not because you’re ugly or anything,” you say hastily upon realizing just how cruel you sounded, waving your hands and smiling at him with what you hoped looked like an apologetic smile. “i’m just not attracted to men.”

“oh.” he blinks, seemingly confused by your words, before his eyes widened, understanding flickering across his features. “oh!”

“yeah, uh…”

one awkward but necessary conversation later, you no longer have a blind date, and both you and chuu—who, for some reason, is still standing beside you—watch as the man walks out the door with, you realized belatedly, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“wow, i sure am glad that that worked out well!” the waitress chirps, turning to you with a bright smile. “partially because it would’ve been bad if he caused a scene in here—this restaurant does have a reputation it needs to uphold, after all—but mostly because it would’ve been pretty bad if he decided to, y’know, punch you or something because of something you can’t control?”

she then pauses, her cheeks tinting a light pink as she giggled, a sheepish expression on her face. “sorry, i’m rambling, aren’t i?”

“don’t worry, i’m glad everything went well too.” you murmur, giving the girl a small smile. “and besides, your rambling is cute. why would i want someone cute to stop doing something that made them look cuter?”

“oh!” her cheeks now somewhat of a bright red, chuu averted her eyes, her hand reaching up and fidgeting with a strand of her long hair. “uh, thank you, yn-ssi.”

you hum, amused by how shy the previously flirty girl was. “chuu-ssi, when do you get off of work?”

“er…” she glances down at her wrist and, embarrassingly enough, it takes the two of you—you had looked too, for some reason—more than just one second to realize there wasn’t a watch on it. “oh, uh, oops, forgot i took my watch off, lemme just…”

she pulls out her phone, her eyes darting around for a brief moment as if she expected someone to scold her for doing so—her boss, maybe—before she turned it on. “my shift ends at eight, so… five minutes? maybe less.” slipping her phone back into her pocket, she looks up at you, an eyebrow raised. “why are you asking?”

“isn’t it obvious?” you ask cheekily, raising your own eyebrow. “even if i no longer have a date, i still have a reservation, and with all of these people,” you gesture to the other restaurant goers at the tables nearby, “eating with their partners, i don’t feel like eating by myself…”

at your words, the confused expression on the waitress’ faceturned into one of understanding. “oh! uh, yeah, i… sure! i, uhm, would love to… go on a date with you?”

her voice went higher in pitch as she spoke, her statement coming out more like a question than she probably intended it to.

still, you smile, nodding your head. “i’ll see you in five minutes then?”

“well, it probably won’t be five minutes… i still have to take off my uniform, then i have to talk to haseul-unnie, then i have to say goodbye to my coworkers, and– oh, i’m rambling again.”

“that you are.”

general masterlist.

#sereneres #seren.writes #loona x reader #loona imagines #kpop x reader #chuu x reader #chuu imagines #au.yn

[sereneres]

sick. (sort of) ⁰

k. chaewon & m. sakura x 6th member!reader / 0.7k

summary. — in which you’re sick enough to have one (1) bead of sweat roll down the side of your face.

warnings. — eunchae pops in and then disappears / i wrote a majority of this at midnight lol, i am not sick.

you’re sick.

so sick that you felt like you were going to die in the next few seconds if a doctor didn’t come and–

“you don’t feel warm.” chaewon murmured, her hand placed on your forehead. “you’re also not red, nor are you sweating.” she then moved her hand to the side of your neck, her brows furrowed as she stared at you. “are you sure you’re sick?”

okay, well, maybe you weren’t that sick—at least, you weren’t so sick that you needed a doctor to come and fix you—but it wasn’t like you weren’t not sick either.

“i don’feel okay.” you slur, wincing when you feel your head pound. “everythin’ hurts.”

chaewon, frowning, sighs and moves to remove her hand from your throat, only for you to take it and press your cheek against her palm.

“‘nnie, you’re s’warm…” you mutter, eyes drifting shut oh so slowly. “‘rey’sureyou’n’sick?”

the older girl purses her lips, her frown deepening as she gently shook you awake, causing you to whine. “yn, please try and stay awake. you can’t take medicine if you aren’t.”

“medicine?” just hearing the word is enough to make you snap awake. “wh’ch medicine? ‘s it the one tha’ tastes goo’ or the one that tastes supa’ bitta’?”

“neither of them taste good or bitter, yn.” she says, sighing. “both of them are supposed to be sweet just so that kids can eat it without whining, but–”

“what’s going on here?”

the two of you turned your heads to the door—well, more like chaewon did. you had just slowly spun in your chair until you were somewhat facing the door—where the oldest of the six of you stood.

“hi ‘nnie!” you greeted, slugishly waving your hand at the older girl. “wh’nd yu’ge’here?”

she blinks, making you blink back at her, if not a little bit slowly. “what?”

“she’s asking, ‘when did you get here?’” chaewon translated, giving you a weirded-out look when you let out a not-so-quiet giggle at the thought of needing a translator to translate your perfectly understandable—and definitely not slurred—words. “and to answer your question, ynnie is sick. sort of.”

“sort of?” eunchae—where the hell did she come from?—asked, popping out from behind sakura—oh.—with an unimpressed look on her face. “how is someone ‘sort of sick’?”

“have you taken her temperature yet?” sakura asked, her lips pursed.

chaewon shook her head, her brows furrowed. “i haven’t, but she doesn’t feel all that warm, she isn’t red, and she isn’t sweating.”

“but ‘m sweating.” you pouted, pointing at what you’re pretty sure is a bead of sweat on the side of your face. “see?”

“yn isn’t warm, she isn’t red, but she is sweating.” chaewon amended. satisfied by the correction, you give your leader a gummy smile and, to your delight, she returns it with a small smile of her own.

“…let’s just bring her to the kitchen.” sakura decided with a sigh. “the thermometer should be in a drawer somewhere in there and if she is actually sick, she’ll take some medicine and go straight back to bed.”

“and if she isn’t?”

“y’h!” you slur, opening your eyes as wide as you could. “wh’if ‘m n’sick?”

“then we’ll make her breakfast and hope that her ‘sort of’ sickness doesn’t make her throw up.” sakura said, her lips pressed into a thin line. “and in the event that she does throw up, we’ll hope that she throws up on anywhere—the toilet would be more preferable but we both know she’s not going to make it there—but herself.”

“th’s hr’sh.” you mutter sulkily. “‘can to’ally m’ke ‘t t’th’toil’t.”

chaewon sighs in exasperation, though the amused smile on her lips gives her away. “yn, we have no idea what you’re saying.”

“hmph!”

(spoiler: you ended up kneeling in front of the toilet an hour or so later with kazuha holding your hair up and yunjin cooing in your ear. sakura and chaewon were busy cleaning up your throw up on the floor—thankfully tiled—while eunchae was in her room, having been sent away after nearly throwing up herself after seeing you throw up.)

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[sereneres]

“sunshinez being the loveable...” ²˙⁵

danielle marsh x 6th member!reader / 1.38k

summary. — “sunshinez being the loveable sunshines of newjeans and tokkis.”

warnings. — rushed at the end / video format is originally by @/jihyoruri

🎬 — sunshinez cheering up their members

“i can’t believe it’s raining.”

[rain D:]

hanni, danielle, and hyein all collectively sigh, having been more excited for the outing than you, haerin, and minji.

“why did it have to rain on today of all days.” hyein continued, slouching in her seat, going so far down that the seatbelt was under her chin. “why couldn’t it have rained when we were busy doing stuff inside?”

“because that’s not how life works.” haerin murmured, staring out the window with a blank look on her face.

[our haerinie is suddenly so mature-]

“sit up, hyein, that isn’t safe.” you told the younger girl as you patted her leg, making her reluctantly sit up, before turning to your members. “and don’t worry, i’m sure the staff has already found something else for us to do.”

“but that’s not the problem.” hanni whined, crossing her arms with a pout on her lips. “i wanted to go outside, y’know, and feel the sun and stuff.”

“you make it sound like we don’t go outside ever.” you deadpan. “besides, i doubt that they’ll scrap the idea of having a picnic. we’ll probably just go on one on another day.”

[optimistic yn to the rescue (?)]

“ynnie is right.” danielle said, smiling. “why whine about not going today when we’ll go ? i bet they prepared something just as fun for us to do today!”

“but…” haerin started, looking skeptical. “what if-”

[a few moments later]

“whooooo!”

“yipee!”

“yahoo!”

“who- who says yahoo?”

“i do. do you have a problem with it?”

“…no.”

“good morning, bunnies.” minji greeted quietly, smiling tiredly and giving the camera a small wave. “it’s currently…” she trailed off, picking up her phone and turning it on. “eleven o’clock. we’re doing some shoots outside that need to be done at night, so…”

[oh she’s so cute–]

“cheer up baby, cheer up baby–”

[TWICE?????!!?!!/$/]

minji blinked, turning her head before looking back to the camera with an exasperated look on her face. “that was danielle trying to keep the members awake. she’s singing the song and yn’s doing the dance moves…”

“jom deo himeul lae~”

“it… looks like it’s working?” she shook her head and sighed, the corners of her lips turning up ever so slightly. “honestly, those two… we don’t even need coffee anymore with them around.”

[danyn are happy pills confirmed.]

“yeojaga swipge mameul jumyeon andwae~”

“speak for yourself.” hanni muttered, walking into frame with a clear, plastic cup filled with what looked to be coffee – iced coffee, to be specific – in her hand. “i don’t think i can go a day without coffee.”

“geuraeya niga nal deo johahage doelgeol!~”

“didn’t you sleep the entire ride over? why are you so tired–”

“well, i tried to sleep – tried being the keyword here – but with those two talking next to me…”

“oh.”

🎬 — sunshinez hugging for warmth (or just hugging)

“ynnie, come join us!”

you perk up at the call of your name, turning away from the camera to see danielle gesturing for you to come to where she and hyein were hugging.

“hurry, yn-unnie!” the younger of the two whined, shivering so hard that you could see her body shake despite being at least twenty feet away. “it’s cold!”

“hold on, i’ll be right over there!” you turn back, an apologetic smile on your face. “sorry, duty calls.”

waving goodbye at the camera, you run over to where the two girls were, arms spread before wrapping around their shoulders.

“ynnie~”

you smile, squishing your cheek against hers as you tighten your arms around her. “danielle~”

“unnie, what happens if two suns collide?” hyein asked, looking away from the two of you. “like, do they just explode?”

“if they’re big enough they will.” minji responds, crossing her arms. “i’m pretty sure that if they’re both small, though, they’ll just merge together and form one big sun.”

“they’re big enough though.” haerin said as she pointed at the two of you, looking up at the older girl. “shouldn’t they be exploding and not… merging together?”

“they’re killing us without the exploding.” hanni muttered, shooting glares – whether they were playful or not, though, no one knew – at you.

danielle smiled, either oblivious to what the girls were saying or just ignoring them. “ynnie~”

“dani~” you coo in response before giggling, prompting the older girl to also start giggling

“…i sort of want them to explode.” haerin says bluntly. “is that bad?”

hanni blinks, a look of disbelief on her face. “uh, yes??”

“kang haerin.” minji says sternly, her brows furrowed and her arms crossed.

“ooh~ mom’s mad~”

“shut up.”

🎬 — sunshinez being… sunshinez

“oh my god, look ynnie, that cloud totally looks like a bunny!”

[…a bunny? it looks like a duck to me-]

you hum, brows furrowed as you studied the cloud danielle was pointing at. “no, it looks more like a cat.”

“i think it looks like a bunny.” minji muttered, squinting at said cloud before turning and pointing at another cloud. “that one is more like a cat.”

“no, that one looks like a dog, minji-unnie.” haerin sighed, shaking her head in mock disappointment. “this one is more like a cat, and the one dani-unnie was pointing at is definitely a bunny.”

[are they srsly having an argument over the shapes of clouds???]

hyein huffs, rolling her eyes. “of course you would agree with dani-unnie.”

“and what’s that supposed to mean?”

[haerin: 😾]

“well, for starters–”

“i think you’re all wrong.” hanni cuts in, interrupting what would have been a debate between their two youngest members. “to me, they all look like clouds.”

[…]

“you’re not even looking at them.” danielle says, pouting. “how do you know they look like clouds?”

“…because they’re clouds?”

[LMFAOOOO]

you sigh, shaking your head as you patted danielle’s back. “don’t worry, dani-unnie, it’s not your fault hanni-unnie lacks the imagination a normal person would have.”

“seriously?”

“actually, that would explain a lot of things…”

[?????]

“yah, what things?!”

“shopping, shopping~”

[introducing: childish yn that only comes out when she’s just with danielle]

danielle giggles, swinging your arms back and forth as the two of you walked. “you sound pretty excited to go shopping, ynnie. is there a certain store you want to go to?”

“maybe guxxi?” you suggest, tilting your head slightly. “or chxxxel?” you sigh happily, eyes forming crescents as you smiled at her. “honestly, as long as you’re with me, i don’t care where we go.”

[🫠]

“aw~” the older girl smiled at you, reaching free hand up and pinching your cheek. “i didn’t know our ynnie could say such flattering words~”

you chuckle, your happy smile turning into bashful grin. “i really mean it, though. if you want to go anywhere, just tell me and we’ll go there.”

[oh wow-]

“ah, isn’t that like one of the lines from uh, what was it called?” danielle frowned, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to remember. “aladdin?”

“huh?” you blink, visibly confused. “aladdin? what’s that?”

“you know, the movie with a blue genie, a magic carpet, and a monkey?” when you shook your head, the Aussie raised a brow, her frown deepening. “ynnie, did you not watch aladdin?”

you shake your head, an apologetic look on your face. “sorry, unnie, but i didn’t really watch movies as a kid, much less disney movies.”

[i mean, me neither-]

“what?” the older girl gasped, looking as though she had been physically struck. “you haven’t watched snow white?” you shook your head. “the little mermaid?” a frown. “not even cinderella?” another shake of the head.

“alright, well, i guess when we get back to the dorms, we’ll have to do a disney movie marathon.” danielle said, sighing. “i just can’t believe you’ve never watched a disney movie before…”

“i mean, i’ve watched some clips on txktxk.” you mutter, laughing sheepishly. “it’s not a lot but it has to count for something.”

[relatable. movie clips are everywhere on tiktok.]

“don’t worry, ynnie, we’ll fix this transgression immediately.” danielle took out her phone, sending your members a quick message. “it’s just going to take a while.”

“uh, why is it a transgression, exactly?”

[it’s not-]

“because i said so.”

[nvm.]

“…okay.”

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