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gaypeople4itzy · 1 year

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Finding your way

With Loona's Olivia Hye

warnings : little makeout session !!

Wordcount : 1,5k

Probably my favorite work of fluffcember yet !! I think it’s pretty good🤭 I hope you'll enjoy <3

Walking around the streets of a town you didn’t know well enough; you tried your hardest to not let yourself get caught up in stress. You were most definitely lost, and of course, you knew you were, but you were desperately enough trying to convince yourself to hang on a little bit of hope, maybe you’d be able to find your way out after all? One of your closest friends had been away for a few months now, studying abroad in the well-known university around here. As they had left your friend group, you all promised yourself to see each other as soon as it was possible, being apart for too long would just not be acceptable Although you both had been busy, schedule filled with homework and projects to finish, you always managed to find time to message each other. And it’s on one late night that they offered you something, the opportunity to come see them and stay for about a week Holidays were right around the corner, and you had talked with your professors, they were okay with letting you miss classes as long as you’d submit the work due on time or in advance And so you did, you worked hard and rushed your studies so you could be here today, in an unknown town (at least to you), trying to figure your way to your friend’s house They were supposed to come pick you up at the airport, though right before your flight, they declared having an emergency to deal with. They apologized and promised to make it up to you, as well as giving you their home address, telling you where the key was located so you could get in within no time With a smile you got out of the airport after a few hours in the sky. You hadn’t brought much stuff, a backpack seemed enough, and knowing you were going to take quite a while to reach your friend’s place, you were very grateful to not have taken many things with you It was the end of the afternoon, the sun was still warm as the wind made your hair dance. You thought finding a taxi would be your best and fastest option, as it would mean you wouldn’t have to worry about directions because the driver would do it for you

However, you started thinking that plan was going to backfire as you were walking around for a long hour and had yet to find any apparent taxi. You had tried to check online too, but since you were in another country, you didn’t have connection, and so you couldn’t find anything. That also meant you didn’t have access to any gps of some sort, which upset you

And now, you were officially lost. You didn’t know where to go as you head down a street, figuring you’d find a spot to sit down somewhere and collect your thoughts. The sky was a bright orange as the evening had begun, you were surely not down to spend the night freezing here

Looking everywhere, searching for the sight of a comforting coffee place or a bench but you couldn’t find anything. Trembling a little, you wondered what the hell were you supposed to do?

Trying to stay steady, you continued walking at a fast pace. You felt tired and your legs were sore as the airport seemed to be so far away. You mentally cursed yourself for not booking a ride in advance, you should’ve thought of it

You suddenly felt yourself lose feet, the paths were icy and you weren’t wearing the best winter suit : sneakers, jeans and a pretty sweater, you hadn’t expected to be walking around for that long. Luckily enough, you felt something, or someone, catch you before your face could approach the ground

Standing back up, you looked at the stranger that had just saved you. It was a girl, and strangely enough, she still had her hands on you. Thanking her with your brightest smile, you let go of her grip as you wished her to have a good day before turning around, not wanting to embarrass yourself any longer

Feeling something warm on your hand, you heard her asking you to wait. Looking back at her, you were met with the most beautiful face you had ever stumbled across. Her black hair floating slightly by the wind that had gotten colder, she offered you a shy smile. You greeted her and swore you could feel your face heat up a little

“May I ask for your name pretty?” she asked you, seemingly confident

You responded cheerfully, asking her the same question

Hyeju was her name, it suited her. Despite having a part of you wanting to get out of here the fastest you could, another one desperately wanted to get to know her better. There was something going on, you couldn’t figure out what it was. You were just, attracted? She was so... hot? You didn’t know what was restraining you from offering her your number right here and then

“That’s such a pretty name”, you smiled at her timidly.

“And you’re such a pretty being” She grinned, “Be careful, the streets are pretty slippery around here” She said, approaching you, “don’t want to have that beautiful face hurt”

A hand on your cheek, inches away from you, you could feel your heart burst out of your chest. You blushed at the sight of her, so close from you

“I’ll try”, you said, followed by silence

“You’re somehow making me nervous” you admitted, looking away for a split second, maybe in hope to hide your lack of confidence, or looking for the courage you needed to lean forward and press your lips on hers

“That’s good to know”, something about her grin was so, cocky

She then spoke again

“Do you mind if I ?” and you nodded, not wanting to waste a single second of that moment

She kissed you first, and you felt an eruption inside of you, butterflies overtaking your stomach as her firm hands held your hips, pulling you in for a deeper kiss. Not taking her lips off yours, you both continued messing around

Your legs weakening at her touch, you felt her look at you with a spark in the eye, and a glimpse of lust in there as well. She seemed pretty proud of herself for that one.

You both made out for a little while, your back now pressed against the walls of a certain building. Your hands were freezing, but your whole body couldn’t pull itself away, there was something that maintained you both together

Finally letting go of her as you needed to breathe a little, you saw her stare at you, like she was planning her next move. Looking at her with the cutest look you could’ve ever done, you felt yourself pulled in right again

It was such a new sensation, and you could not have felt better. Hyeju was passionate, she seemed like she wanted to make this the most memorable moment for you, and quite honestly, you were sure to not forget about this anytime soon

Your little session ended after you both needed to get your breaths to be steady. Giggling and smiling at the other, she wrapped her arms around you

“Didn’t know I’d find my future lover that way” she told you jokingly, pecking you again

You smiled “I’m surprised myself, I was just trying to find my way somewhere, I was lost actually, but instead, I got myself trapped”

“Sorry pretty, couldn’t help but lean in when I saw you. You’re so angelic, you know that? Makes me want to kiss you all over again, to treat you good”

You blushed at her words, how come a perfect stranger could have such an effect on you ??

“But you said you were lost hm ? Maybe I could help you ? And I’d get to spend time in your company, win win isn’t it ?” she told you, and you agreed

Telling her the address you were looking for, she asked you about your friend. Turns out they had been taking a few classes in the same program together, and that she knew where they lived

Walking you there, she held your hands the whole time, saying she couldn’t let you be cold, and also because she didn’t want to take her hands off you. You arrived in no time and felt a little disappointed at the thought of letting her go just now

“What’s with that look ?”

“I’m missing you already” you answered

And she replied with crashing her lips on yours, another time. Her tongue in your mouth, you felt incredibly nervous, how come she could make you feel so good ?

Pulling away again, you pouted

“I’m taking you out tomorrow, how about that ?” she asked you, giving you a paper with her number on it

“Sounds perfect to me Hyeju” you smiled

“You can call me your love already” she winked

Maybe you hadn’t found your way to your destination quickly, but that detour was more than worth it

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sisyphus-hye · 2 years

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Yandere Yves

Yves strikes me as the type of yandere that gets obsessed with you over the smallest stuff ever

When you get to your job you hold the door open for this stranger one day and that's when her obsession starts

She watches you from a distance

Studies every move you make

She might even go the extra mile and hide in the bushes outside your home and watch your nightly routine

You're kicked back on the sofa, watching your favorite tv show and Yves is right outside imagine she's laying right there with you

Yves starts to get very sloppy with her stalking and you start to notice small things happening

Weird shoe imprints in the grass outside your home

Were you always this low on silverware?

Where did that new shirt you just bought go?

You come home and your door is unlocked. How odd you could've sworn that you locked it before you left

One night it all comes to a head

Yves tells herself that you need her right now more than ever and it's time for you two to be together for all eternity

You take your nightly shower after work, get in your comfy PJs, brush your teeth, and prepare for bed

You lay down and after a few minutes you feel a cloth pressed against your mouth

You struggle to break free but as you inhale the chemicals it's too late and everything fades to black

When you come to consciousness you're tied to a chair that's in a very bleak room, maybe a basement. You can't really tell

"Hello? PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!" you scream at the top of your lungs hoping someone will hear your pleas but all your efforts seem to be futile

You hear the clicking of heels walking down the steps behind you and walking into your vision is yves

"Who are you? What are you going to do with me?" You ask, scared for your life and hoping to get some answers

Yves walks closer to you and rubs her hand across your cheek, feeling every inch of your skin

"Oh silly Y/N. I know you're scared right now but i promise you that I'm doing what's best for you. When you opened that door for me i knew we were meant to be together forever. That day has meant so much to me and right then i just knew we were perfect for each other." She says in a soft tone

She sits down on the floor in front of you and just stares at you, not blinking at all

"You're going to love living here. First we'll get married, then have a beautiful family, and who knows what else is in between. You don't need family or friends, you just need me. Now go to sleep and we'll talk more in the morning. Okay?"

You struggle but as the cloth reaches your mouth everything turns to black again and you can't fight it anymore

#Yves #loona #loona yves #ha sooyoung #Yves x reader #loona x reader #yandere #girl group scenarios #loona scenarios #loona imagine #kpop scenarios #loona yyxy #girl groups

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spadesolace · 1 year

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Birds of Time : idol x fem!reader

spade speaks: before anyone starts reading, it’s basically multiple idols but one endgame

They say life is an adventure, maybe it is. I’ve sailed through oceans of tears, mountains of failed love letters, and yet it does not end. Where and when will my adventure stop?

“Y/N, why do you write such sappy literature?” You could only look at your friend, with such curiosity in her eyes, you wonder if she’s like the Cheshire cat. Sometimes leaving the question of whether or not she’s real or just an illusion you made in your head.

“It’s not sappy literature, it’s my journal, you fuck.” You could only look at her with judgemental eyes, immediately covering your journal so she won't be able to read anything else.

¨Whatever you say, I´m just stating it as it is.¨ It's not like you don't appreciate the thought of her correcting you but it was your own thoughts and opinions. Looking back at it, ok maybe it was a bit sappy. You won’t admit it though.

¨But do you actually think that life is an adventure?¨ Somi looked at you with curiosity, the way her eyes sparkled, is she leading you on or is she genuinely asking you a question. You could never understand your cheshire-like friend.

Maybe it is an adventure, where you don’t actually know where you’re going but it’s the journey that counts, right? Never really got the grasp of what adventure actually is until I started writing my thoughts on this small journal. Forgive me, whoever is reading this, but I may go off track sometimes.

Where did my adventure start? Probably that one time I cried my eyeballs out for a princess who supposedly was my best friend then turned crush rejected me.

You never really ended up being friends again with Chaewon after that, she now goes by her nickname, Gowon. A pretty girl, a great friend, yet you two were young when it happened not being familiar with these whole feelings thing. Ending up with drifting apart rather than being together per say.

Feelings were already complicated as a child who could not easily express it. Gowon ended up being popular in her classes, everyone looked at her with so much love and adoration, you had to admit that you say her in that way as well. The way she rejected you is still vivid, how she held your hands, looking directly in your eyes, and just saying;

“No.”

“What?”

“Y/N, you’re really nice and pretty but I don’t think we’re compatible enough to be together.”

Soulmates and compatibility was what drifted us apart, we were the complete opposites. I wonder how well we managed to remain friends when we could never agree on anything. Slowly, the ocean of tears started to well up. The beloved princess ended up with another princess, happily together from what I have gathered. Alas, I was never her knight in shining armor, let alone the princess to capture her heart.

“Y/N, are you still writing on that thing?” You could only smile as Isa tried to take it from your hands. Nodding to her question, you more so loved this journal more than your own life.

“You’ve had that since what? High school? And we’re in college now.”

“Oh come on, I rarely write on this thing anymore. It’s a nice way to look back, see where I started.”

Isa could only sigh and agree. She has a journal of her own where she writes her secrets, but you managed to write literature. Taking it as a major and writing every thought that pops up.

I’ve reached the mountains of failed love letters, literary works, and failed relationships. A crumpled letter at the foot of the mountain, containing the one that never reached in time. Opening it may bring up the what ifs, how it could have been, and why I never took the chance.

Yunjin was a dream of yours that you could never achieve, maybe it was because she was a well known opera singer in your batch, but somehow ending up in front of her with a letter. You just missed it. Lost the chance. People had mentioned if you were only early, a beat faster, you could have made it. There you were in the midst of the crowd, watching Yunjin shine on stage, and looking at someone directly in the crowd. You almost missed it, the way her eyes shined at that person, oh how were dumb enough to actually make a move.

Yunjin’s heart already belonged to another.

Past the mountains of failed literature, was where I met the birds of time. Was there a place to call home? I can never remember what home actually was. Finally reaching a stop, right next to the birds of time where they can give me a chance. I reflected on my journey.

I’ve fallen for a princess, and an opera singer. I’ve battled many, breaking their hearts and minds to which I regret. I’ve wandered across the deep dark ocean and the mountaintop.

Tell me, reader, have I reached my final destination? Alone next to the birds of time?

“Sweetie! Have you seen my journal?” You were frantically looking for that old piece of literature, the inspiration for many of your old works. Nowhere in your grasp, it usually is at your office.

Turning the corner, to the other office in your house. There you saw your significant other, holding an old emerald green journal, it’s been through a lot. With such curious eyes, she kept on reading it. Close to the ending, where the adventure ends. Watching as she turned each page, smiling at some of it.

I might have reached the end of my travels, not next to the bird of time, no. They guided me to where I must go, home. Within my travels, I’ve met a lovely adventurer as well, she went through so much torment that she had armour upon armour on her. Only for it to be removed, once I’ve gotten to know her.

She’s a beauty, a lovely woman. My, if I had only realized these emotions early on my travels, my adventure would have easily come to an end. A queen on her own, she wasn’t looking for a king or a knight in shining armour, oh, she fell for an adventurer, a common folk, me.

“Sullyoon...”

“Somi, I miss her.”

Birds of Time by the late L/N Y/N

Acknowledgements:

To my beloved queen Yoona, let’s go on an adventure until we’re frail and old. Only to ask the birds of time to make it happen again.

#kpop x reader #kpop gg #fem reader #reader insert #wlw #kpop imagines #nmixx #somi #lesserafim x reader #nmixx x reader #stayc #loona #loona yyxy #loosemble

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crystylecore · 6 months

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pov: café date with yves

#pov: yves as your girlfriend #loona #artms #loossemble #yves loona #loona yves #yyxy #loona yyxy #yyxy yves #yves yyxy #yves #ha sooyoung #yves x female reader #yves x reader #yves x fem reader #yves x you

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royaltysuite · 1 year

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Going live tomorrow at 5pm EST so be sure to keep an eye out for the livestream. Gonna be chilling with Minecraft and music

#x reader #royaltysuite #resident evil #minecraft smp #kpop #kpop x poc reader #loona #loona 1/3 #loona yyxy #loona odd eye circle #empires scott #empires jimmy #empires fwhip #empire smp

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heejinfiction · 10 months

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woah im back

hello. i deactivated a couple months ago but i lowkey missed the interactions i had on here and with the gradual return of loona i couldn't stay away. however, i no longer am committed to writing nor do i listen to kpop. i may be open to writing some short heejin/yves and maybe an occasional lip? if you used to follow me please come back (specifically my cat anon!).

#loona #heejin #heejinfiction #heejin x reader #loona yves #loona heejin #kim lip #artms #artms heejin #cat anon #new blog #loona x reader #loona reactions #loona 1/3 #loona odd eye circle #loona yyxy

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littleroaes · 10 months

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The Apple of His Eye (love4eva), c.ch

Inspired by loona yyxy, love4eva

Upon a private boarding school, Choi Chanhee falls from grace after seeking out the forest. Despite his sudden change in perception, his desk mate, Y/n, is determined to secure her place as a distinguished student, with or without Choi Chanhee as her concurrence. With lost innocence and opened eyes, he comes to tempt her to fall from heaven with him…or escape it.

PAIRING ⏵ ( 3rd pov, she/ her ) choi chanhee x fem!reader

GENRE ⏵ Garden of Eden!au, enemies to lovers(ish)!au, academic rivals to lovers(ish)!au (formal to each other), boarding school!au, suggestive, TENSION(literary, rivalry, suggestive...),

WARNINGS ⏵ kissing someone without consent, so much tension, bird mating(youll get it), slight symbolism, proofread once!

WORD COUNT 7.1 k

It is here people! This story does include some symbolism that refers to Garden of Eden(the story). Though, I feel like it's just as enjoyable to read without trying to find them! I am not totally confident in my own skill of presenting these symbols, but I think watching the love4eva MV(re-posted bc bLoCkBeRy cReAtIvE) and knowing the story of Garden of Eden(more in depth, short) is enough to enjoy it! I'm not sure if I should do a short post with the actual symbolism or I'll ruin it then, but we'll see, please enjoy!

like and reblog are highly encouraged !

I DON'T LIKE TO GO OUTSIDE, UV LIGHTS CAUSES MELANOMA.

I enjoy most foods, but grapefruits are too sour, it causes bruises to form in your mouth. Grapes are adequate, but they bother other students when you bite into them, so I simply avoid them completely. I’m fond of my routines. At 7 PM I wash and change with the other girls and by 7:45 I tuck myself into bed with my three other roommates. I’ve learnt to sleep exactly eight hours, no one comes and wakes me up, I simply sit up and see the other girls doing the same. I’m a simple person, I enjoy being comfortable. Therefore I’m very happy over our school uniform and paper guide for how to style our hair and do our face.

You don’t need to indulge in materialism or confine yourself to the outside. You’re free to explore the wonders of this corner of the earth, though just this corner. But I sleep well, eat well and have a comfortable social circle, therefore, there is nothing more to ask for.

On the latest assignment, I wrote better than Chanhee. We sit two and two in the classroom. I’m on the left and Chanhee, my desk partner, are on my right. I noticed when I was little how Mrs.Lee would pat my shoulder if I did good or make really long and satisfying eye contact while complimenting me. And when my results were poorer than Chanhee, he was the one getting words of confirmation and she simply walked past me.

When in the library, I make sure to be there first. Taking a seat right before the double door so when he walks in, I am the first sight for his eyes to witness. But after I did that the first time, the second time I walked in, he sat in the exact same spot. I have my studying planned out throughout the day. I read new texts in the morning after the health class, then I revise after lunch, during the afternoon after all the classes I continue studying for an hour and I read right before bed time. The boys and girls are on the opposite sides of the building, but we have classes and general free time together. And everytime I walk through the school to get to the next class, he’s reading some thought-provoking essay.

But today when I went to the library, he wasn’t there. I thought that maybe I was first and took a seat, but he never came out of the double doors. It wasn’t until our first class I saw him on the couch staring out the window. Without his loafers, he has one leg over the other and his right hand under his chin. While that, he stares out the endless forest as if searching for something. When Mrs.Lee calls for a group project and sits immersed within her own desk, my classmates start talking.

“What is wrong with Classmate Chanhee?” One asks as she picks up the pen to start writing.

“You have not heard of it?” Another one leans forward.

“What?”

Her eyes inspected us daringly before coming even closer and I too started floating towards her. “Classmate Eunjun says he met the devil tonight.” She whispers and snickers.

“I’ve heard he got bitten by a snake when he did garden work yesterday.”

“That’s why I hate doing garden work.”

I turn away from our little circle and observe Classmate Chanhee in his group. The three other classmates discuss the topic on the paper and Chanhee simply gazes the other way. Slowly they come to change focus and I hear how they discuss possibilities and of a mathematical formula. I look over to Mrs.Lee desk and catch her turning towards Chanhee without a clear pattern. At those moments, he turns away from the window and gives his eyes to one of our classmates.

My classmates fall victim to whispers and I don’t blame them. But yesterday’s afternoon, I saw Chanhee down in Mrs.Lee office. It’s on the second floor and when walking down from the girls rooms and to the library, you have to walk past it. Yesterday, I was about to start my third studying period in the library and took notice of how Mrs.Lee’s door was open. Before I fully passed, I turned my gaze behind to catch a glimpse of the alluring scene behind the door. And there stood Chanhee, with his hands behind his back and facing the wooden floor. Mrs.Lee held a pair of white socks, those we all have to our uniform. But they were spots of dirtiness. Dirtiness you don’t get from doing garden activity.

When we finish up our group discussions, each of us place the desks in a symmetrical rectangle. My place is on the second row, number seven. Six and five are right beside me on the same row and number eight is my partner, Chanhee. When everyone has taken their seat and pledges their focus on Mrs.Lee, I suspect a faint clatter of paper touching each other. Mrs.Lee back faces us and I side eye my right. Classmate Chanhee has a torn piece of paper in his lap. His fingers gently touch the dramatically folded piece and I look at him. The strange interaction I find myself in only intensifies when Classmate Chanhee looks back.

I wonder what’s wrong with him when he looks at me like that. He sits there without shoes and seemingly no awareness of where in the world he is. Like an ignorant bystander, he has no idea God just walked past him. As I’m thinking that, his extremely drear face turns into some expression I can’t describe. It sends shivers down my spine as if the window just burst open. I feel oddly ill in the midst of the class. He smiles as if we would be friends, but his eyes would be described as evil.

I feel my back straining and my face desperately shows how displeased I am. But that clatter of paper hears again and I look down to see his hands leaning that teared paper to me. My eyes fall back on his and I feel ill again. I turn my head back to Mrs.Lee as if I’m detached to his bizarre behavior, without taking the paper.

The voices of my classmates call back when each wall is meters away from me. I have Reina(my friend I'm sharing a room with) on my left and we stay close in line to get our plates. At the front of the desk, the lady with a black apron holds out the cream white plate with flower illustrations. It’s a rectangular table stacked with savory bread, thick soup, meat and fruit. The only rule for the food personal is to use food from St.Louis own garden.

I hold out my plate with two hands and see how the woman folds out a sourdough bread. Thick layer of sour cream, heavy meat toppings, cherry tomatoes and some chopped arugula. It all is packed neatly in between the bread slices. Before I deviate from Reina, the woman pushes the sandwich to the right side of my plate and places the green apple.

We sit four and four, I’m at the table furthest down under the 2 by 5 meter painting.

I have Classmate five beside me and Chanhee in front of me. I take notice of how his hands are under the table and his eyes wander off. As if the plate isn’t there. Chanhee didn’t clatter with papers or look at me strangely after that I folded up that wall between us. But in my mind, his hands kept pulling my thoughts and I can’t recall what Mrs.Lee preached at the chalkboard.

I turn my head down to my lunch and feel hunger telling me to pick up the textured bread. Classmate five has already eaten half of his sandwich and taken a bite of the apple. I do the same and listen to that chirp sound of the bread breaking and taste the savoriness. The apple contrasts it with its mildly sourness . When I’ve taken exactly three bites I look up and see Classmate Chanhee still seemingly unaware of the plate before him. The bites get tougher and I force my teeth to pressure the other side when I bite down.

As I observe him, still holding that sandwich to my mouth. Classmate Chanhee turns his head from the painting to the table closest to the window. Mrs.Lee sits in an angle so she can access the full view of each student. After inspecting his very anticipation watching Mrs.Lee gaze out over the hall, I too turn to see what has seized him.

I can’t seem to understand what truly, Classmate Chanhee is looking at. But after a minute passes, Mrs.Lee bends down over the plate to take a bite of her own bread and greens. The second she does that, I hear the chair before me move quietly. Classmate Chanhee stands up and I see Classmate number six also viewing his figure. He holds his plate that he hasn't touched throughout the lunch. Because of the lack of shoes, each step is deaf. Before he walks out the double doors, I see how he tilts the plate to the trash. Chanhee places his plate beside it and walks out.

I make eye contact with Classmate six. There’s no grace in this interaction as the second we look at each other, Classmate six tilts her head away and takes another bite of her sandwich. I side eye Mrs.Lee who still eats, unaware of a sudden deviation in her school.

I don’t care about Chanhee, I praise myself. A boy worthy as my rival has become an spiteful outlier at St. Louis. Like his points for the latest test, he has fallen from grace.

Further into the afternoon, I’m in the library again. A single sunlight pierce through those windows before splitting into thousands of pieces. That first hour I spent my time revising those texts from the first class. Shortly after I lifted one page of notes over the other, but I couldn’t make sense of the key words and arrows. The me from that first class has underlined words without seemingly any intent.

My hands fall to the table as if making an uproar, but nothing but that sound comes back to me and I walk up from my chair. The backs of books stand in an endless vertical tunnel and I walk past each shelf without looking twice.

I need to fill that blank space between from when I first met chanhee this morning to his disappearance after lunch.

I’m deep in the library now. Those shelves tightens around me and conceal the afternoon sunlight. On a plastic stand in red it says “biology” and so I bend my knees down a bit to read the titles on shelf four. Between “The Biology Dictionary” and “Anatomy of The Human Eye” I pick up my title. About the general structure of our human cells. I turn the hardcover in my hands.

“Authentic Breakdown of The Human Cell” His voice is a lot louder than acceptable for a library and I pretend like it didn’t affect me, but for a moment I could have tripped the entire shelf.

Closer than a half meter stands Classmate Chanhee behind my shoulder. Tilting his head to analyze the cover in my hands. I try to understand his tired eyes and locked arms behind his back.

“It is quite a poor choice, Miss.” He says and backs away.

“And what do you mean with that?” I say and continue searching the shelfs like there’s something left to find. I slowly walk up the hall and he follows after. When Chanhee doesn’t answer my question, I turn to him. He smiles again and I sigh.

“Won’t you put on a pair of shoes, please.” I say and read the other titles. Chanhee is now right behind me again and finds interest in whatever my eye lands on.

“The water is still drying off them, you will have to live with it.”

I, without returning any words, view him briefly. During that moment, he looks at me with a stupid smile and a hand on a book eight shelves over the floor. I simply let my eye fall back and turn on my heel. The emotion I’m feeling makes me grip my Anatomy Cell Book a bit tighter and each step of my shoes does this echoing sound. That sound is so deafening that I feel quite observed.

My way down to the table, Classmate Chanhee follows me. I sit down and adjust my skirt before folding open the hardcovers. It’s one page between more than a thousand, and I stare at the letters in a way to convince him I’m unaffected.

“Mrs.Lee lectured about the chromosomes, the events of the nucleus happened last week.” My lip might just crack because of how hard I bite it. My hand places a strand behind my ear that was covering the sight. And Chanhee simply leans on his palm and stares at me like he isn’t just here to be a burden.

“Doesn’t Classmate have somewhere else to be at this moment?” I ask him with dread.

“Maybe I do have.” Chanhee says easy, before falling back into the chair. “But I do not think I have the inclination for it.”

In the midst of our agitated conversation and continued eye contact. Someone comes through the double doors. She greets another person further away from us, I assume the librarian. It gets quiet between us, the steam seems to cool down for the time being. I sit there and stare into nothing, until Chanhee stands behind his seat, looking down at me.

“Well, I guess I have to take my leave, how unfortunate.” He says and pushes the chair under the table.

“I feel very fortunate, actually.”

“You do not understand it, do you?” He smiles, “I’ll may be the only one to rescue you.”

I want that cold sensation from when I wash my face to drown me. For each second, I scrub my face a bit harder. I find myself in the mirror when I look up again. My hands drip of soap and water and I feel myself wanting to clean off something much deeper within me than the dead bits on my face.

I tear off some papers beside the mirror and clean off the water before it soaks my clothes. During the same time, to the left, in the mirror, I see Reina with my two other classmates I share a room with, standing in the door opening. That paper can’t absorb anymore water, but even then I fold it between my palms. Each girl stands tightly intertwined with the other and each head nearly leaning on the next. A discolord, wet sink looks up at me when I rub my hands with wet papers and closed jaws.

Finally I do look up. Behind my single reflection in the scattered mirror, I see Reina observing me there. Our eyes fall into some sort of trance, but she quickly breaks it off and reaches out to the other girls. Without a word spoken between us four, that door shuts me off from them and I have nothing more to stare on than myself.

Not with too much time in between, I leave the bathroom too. My dress feels like a blanket loosely sewed together and I have no shoes. No sign of a presence in these corridors. The heat from under my feet has no chance against the cold open space of the wooden floor. I stare at a meter high painting and see the moonlight pierce through the chandelier and paint stars on that war scene. I stare at that tragedy before me and catch a silhouette at the floor of my viewpoint. The turn my head does feels awful. My hand reaches out for my sorry neck, but I don’t get to console when everything inside of me turns into chaoticness, like the war scene on the painting.

“What are you doing here?!” It’s a whisper but in pure rage.

Choi Chanhee stands under the chandelier in the next hallway. For some unclear cause, he still wears his red blazer and dress shorts. My head watches those two ways our hallway continues. Down to the right the girls' rooms are and to the left, the female teachers. Choi Chanhee finds himself in the girls' part of the school, the complete opposite side of where his bed is.

“It is very dull there.” Choi Chanhee walks closer to me with hands in his pockets. He inspects the surroundings and I continuously look to my sides.

“There is nothing interesting here, go away.”

“There is another painting here.” Choi Chanhee points at that war scene I stared at right before. “It is quite an interesting painting. The painter created a fantastic composition.”

“You should-”

The right part of the hallway screams back those steps from a pair of heeled shoes. The female teacher has higher heels than us and that heel to toe action sounds a lot more compact than our male ones. There’s a desperation within me that makes me recall all these doors I’ve seen my whole life. Between a painting and a flower is a door to a closet. I take his wrist because I know my life depends on it and I run for that door because it’s the only thing that can save me.

I couldn’t dissect his expression before I started running. But when I leap forward, I feel no restriction and I could fall on my knees to thank him for compliance. Behind that door, there is only space for a mop and torn clothes. I want to stand comfortably, but my heel hits a bucket, which also makes a scarring noise as it hits the wall. I breathe in and get nothing but dust in my lungs. I want to get them out of me, but I have no choice but to suffocate them further down my throat. There is no light beside small gaps between the woods.

“Do you want to suffer forever ?” I whisper again as the adrenaline continuously drowns my self regulation and critical thinking.

“Tell me why I will suffer?” He asks.

The darkness wraps around us like blankets. My horrendous dress pushes against his clean blazer and I make out a faint part of his face.

I wonder if his eyes have also started to adapt to this darkness. If he looks down at me now too, because I simply look at the gap between the door and the wall. My mouth doesn’t open because I don’t think to answer his question. The silence keeps whatever dignity I have left in me. As I listen to the teacher's heels on the cold hard floor, I come to think of my peers. The girls whisper and secretive stares. I try to run away from these thoughts, but I know I’m flawing.

“This is very exciting.”

I look at him again. For some reason he continuously has that boyish smile on. He’s picking on shattered glass as if they were flowers, and I truly wonder what has happened to him.

“You’re sick.” I whisper.

Chanhee smiles and comes closer so that the blazer pushes up even more against my dress. The air is dry and I feel like breaking a window. The humidity feels exotic and suffocating, so I should escape from it.

With nothing more than a grip on my arm, he puts his lips on my own. I don’t look in a certain direction and my hand hangs awkwardly down my sides. It is warm, like fire and red just like it. I find his action to be confusing and when he moves back to his own corner of the closet, I have this wet feeling on the spot where he was. I bring the arm of my dress to my lips and dry off whatever trace he has left on me. And only at this moment, I see myself from a third person. The upper half of my body pushing against his. I feel each movement of my heart and how it aches while I focus on each breath.

It’s shameful. Our eyes have adjusted to this darkness and Chanhee can see my full figure. I want to hide, but there’s nothing here. There is nothing other than this useless blanket to a dress to cover my vulnerabilities. And when his fringe tickles my nose I leave that closet.

Without care I throw that piece of wood out my way. I don’t look back to whatevers behind me and walk straight to my room. I hold my arms around my chest, and it is not because I’m cold.

The afternoon is relatively empty when I’m in the library. There’s a girl two tables away from me that’s in another class. And a boy one floor above mine. My table is covered in hardcovers as I try to revise the last class. Biology, the scientific study of life and for this moment, the behavior, chains and events in animal life.

I try to extract keywords from how the avian develops post birth, but my mind drifts away to rainy days beside the classroom window. I don’t like observing the window. I find the classroom to be the only real thing in my square vision. But today before lunch, I tilted my head on my palm and watched a raven escape the downpour. Their wingspan is larger than a crow and its night colors and devious hair made me think it doesn’t belong in this timeless place.

I stare at that white page with unending black streaks, waiting for something I don’t believe in. As a sudden rainstorm in clear sunlight bursting through the library window, I get my book pulled down from my face. That storm from before comes crashing in from all directions, shaking the hardcovers left on my table. His golden eyes stare intensely into mine like that first morning class.

I should ignore this boy like everyone else, let him die as in no longer recognising his existence. But I keep leaning into his magnetic field. He’s got strings attached to me and knows exactly when to pull it.

“You have quite a collection here.” Chanhee says and without aim lifts up a hardcover.

Chanhee starts reading, something I haven’t seen him do since that last library period before the girls and boys went to their respective halls. I try to make sense of his expression, but neither eyes, lips, brows twitch or change. The rain beating up the dirty windows is the loudest thing in the room. I tap my fingers a bit.

“What do you think about it?” I ask him.

With his fingers, he separates two pages of the ones he’s reading. The book falls to his lap and he looks up to me again. It doesn’t take long before he turns on the book, back to front, smiling as he does it. I feel weirdly perceived at this moment so I flatten my skirt and raise my chin.

“It is quite disturbing, isn’t it?” He chuckles.

“Disturbing?” I ask him with a scoff.

He leans closer over the table with the white pages turned against the ceiling. His head hangs low so when he looks up at me, I feel like he wants to tell me a secret. It’s no use keeping secrets I thought before, but I find myself leaning in, in an effort to close our space.

“This example;” He coughs, “On a spring morning behind the new flourished nature. Flying towards left and then right in a serene manner. Then,” He coughs, “Then…” His voice lowers, “...one takes on another and forgets the great heights, instead slowly sinking down to earth, tightly leaped together. In the dying practice the female enunciates… ”

His voice is incredibly low, incredibly quiet. He stops suddenly and I wonder if the girl two tables away hears this awful of a reenacting. Chanhee looks at me, eyes nearly not closing just to stare at mine and his lips twitch as if he is hesitant.

“Yes?” I say and lift my head.

I can hear paper tearing the moment he looks away from me and down at the book.

“...the female enunciates a loud piercing cry…”

At this point, we are completely in a secluded plane of this earth. I pull the hardcover closer to me and I straighten my back as if it’s exciting. My four imagined walls force us closer and the heat of each word he articulates warms up this space. He looks at me, like I’m the only one who will ever hear it.

“...of ecstasy.”

The air is dry and I fight to fill my lungs without being perceived by him. I desperately grab onto my own book as I continue to never break our eye contact. Suddenly, Chanhee falls back in his chair and smiles. The air pushes out with such a force that it becomes the loudest sound in the library. I think he broke our bubble.

“Is this a common practice at St.Louis?” His head is tilted to the left, as if he’s deeply in thought with his own question. Until he once again breaks into a smile and I take the book from my lap up to the table.

“Your ignorance is understandable.” He says, “I suppose you lack of, how should I put it? History?”

My eyes fall back, maybe far enough to catch a sight of my own brain. I turn to the girl behind us and then up towards the boy. They are unknown to the scene playing before them.

“My morals commands me to ignorance.”

“Condemns you.” He corrects me, “To read is of course important, but somehow you simply absorb the words without understanding a deeper context. Experience is vital.”

“Is it?” I pierce through him. Turn the blade over his body to conceive him.

“What makes you qualified to give that advice?” I ask.

He looks up at the ceiling window and the pouring rain, “I suppose I know the world quite greater than you.” Chanhee stares at me in silence before continuing, “Enough to recognize that your horizons must be…” He squints his eyes, “..widened, by an extraordinary man.”

"An immoral man.” I correct him.

As much as I am answering his outlandish questions, I sense an observer. I continuously correct my posture to draw some visual lie over this conversation. The dark wooden shelves cover for us and I start to tap my heel against the floor.

Chanhee after some time leans forward again, “Can I offer you a proposition?”

“Maybe. I am not searching for something at the moment.” I answer him. With that he takes one hand over a hardcover on the table. His hair brushes past the left side of my face and I feel a humid feeling push against me.

“What if I tell you that I can promise you eternal knowledge?” Chanhee whispers.

I’ve been holding my pride on a pedestal, holding it free from the monstrosity. But the moment those words fell off his lips, I think my beauty ached once more. I stopped reading mid-sentence to watch his face. My body visibly moves closer over the table. A second or two passes of myself just making sense of the person behind these eyes.

“You can’t do that.” I fall back to my chair and pick up that book again.

He tilts his head to the left, “It looks like you are very certain about that, why?”

“It’s fallacious.” I say and put the hardcover in my lap, “Either way, your suggestion is pathetic.”

Chanhee too leans back on the chair. His head hangs low and a faint light like a falling star, is hidden between his bangs. His gaze is ugly and distasteful, just as his proposition, but I don’t break that contact. Instead I stare just as passionate back at him. I’m defending my pride, my grace, the beauty left within me.

At this time around, I know what he is. Chanhee doesn’t belong. His nails are covered in dirt and his eyes are in my direction, but he doesn’t look at me. He has seen the outside world, there is nothing to desire between these four walls and that hunger grows inside him. There is nothing left to save him and I should leave my books and run. Run so far away my feet can take me. But I look the devil in the eyes, to tell him to prove himself to me.

“You’re very resistant, there is nothing to persuade you?” He asks.

I shake my head.

He then sighs and lets his hands fall to his lap. “It’s just a suggestion” He repeats, “Not your obligation, just take it into consideration.”

The chair before me is gently pushed under the table by him. That red blazer drapes his figure beautifully when he bows me farewell. I don’t let go of him until he leaves the double doors and disappears behind the wall. The moment he does, I fall back into my chair and slowly slide down until my head rests on the back of the chair. The glass ceiling stares down at me. The rain in rage falls, it tries to destroy those thin walls.

I think about Chanhees words as I’m laying like this. My corrupt desk partner has offered me something that pulls on my heart and tangible fingers. I think about Mrs.Lee, my school uniform, green apples. Then I see Reina. The three other girls and how they hushed each other in an instant after I came in last night. One kept looking at the other and I felt as if I had a crawling creature wrapped around me. Despite sitting in the same type of clothes, they stared at me as if I was in outerwear.

I don’t need to indulge in materialism or adhere to the outside. But I feel something calling me, my name dripping in blood painted by the devil. But I don’t run, instead I may start to adhere to him. As I wish to learn the secrets about the world, I see myself in the window reflection getting uglier.

I went through the rest of the day feeling some sort of shame. When I walk past someone halfway or greet them in the library, I feel this urge to veil this body of mine. I won’t look anyone in the eyes when they’re talking to me. It’s like if we meet eyes, their mind will pierce right through my consciousness and open up all its ugly secrets. I ate that green apple like it would save me, but again I now stand in the restroom to wash my face. And in the broken bits of mirror left on that wall, I see my roommates running away, escaping.

I take a deep breath before opening that door. Behind the door, I sense their voices and faint laughs, and the second I open the door, it fades from me. My feet face my eyes and I let my hair cover whatever parts of myself I have left. The delicate noise of bare skin touching the time-worn wooden floor is the only audible thing in this room. Now, in my mind, I’m begging with intertwined hands on my knees for them to talk like I didn’t even appear.

So many nights I’ve spent in this room, this bed. But tonight I feel a rage-filled wind go against our glass window and obliterate it, before turning my covers and letting the moon steal my consciousness. I hug myself as if everything will go away. My lungs fight for air as my throat and body folds on itself. But I don’t get to breathe, the presence of three others makes my body rigid and stale.

At last, as I’m laying on the side, I do finally open my eyes. In the corner of our single window, I see the moon shining the way for an endless maze of green trees. My eyes follow a single point between the leaves and I try to imagine what goes beyond that. What exists beneath the tight grown crowns and how long does it go on for? As I think of those things, I start to sit up. All the girls have their backs turned against me, their mind somewhere else. For once I feel completely secure in my choice to let out a breath and stare out that window again. The moonlight drapes over my sheets and I see it touching my hand. I look at the moon, it may want to tell me something? Take me away from this place.

Before I get to take their hand, a timid knock comes from the door. The walls shrink and brush by my mind, and I desperately observe them to find something that can save me. Just as it opens, I fall back to my pillow and close my eyes. My hands are vertical to the mattress, but I’m praying because God is the only one to save me at this moment.

“Y/n…”

My name sounds incredibly light. Wrapped in silk and tied with a bow. They call it again and I have no choice but to turn my head and open my eyes. Chanhee stands in between the door and the wall. He looks at me and moves his head in a certain direction, out of this room.

I for once don’t argue back. My bed is left with my sheets around an empty spot. When I come up to him, Chanhees hand takes my wrist and we walk with only socks through the massive corridor. Our paintings look more intimidating than when I pass to get to morning class and the chandeliers might fall at any moment and crush us both.

I look at the place where our bodies overlap, “Where are you taking me?”

“A place.” He says.

“Your vagueness is dire.” I tell him.

“We are soon there.” He looks back. May it just be the reflection from the moon? Or are his eyes shining with sincerity I have never seen before? At last, it quiets whatever thought occupies my brain.

Chanhee stops before a door. His eyes turn at our left and then right before opening it. With his hands he insists me to go in and I do. The chandelier pierce down at us from great heights and I feel threatened by that victory painting, illustrations and golden interiors. The moon has followed me here and now paints the floor. I stand in its light.

“Have you made up your mind?” He now asks while moving closer to me. As his figure is slightly taller than myself, he tilts his head. During the moments we have met eyes, he has been staring at me in an uncomfortable manner. But right now, his eyes tell me that he means for me to be prosperous. That this moment is distinguished from the rest.

By averting from him and focusing on the point behind the glass and outer edge of the forest, I try to make sense of the position I am in. Somehow I’ve become a broken reflection of what I once was. I have tried to defend any last bits of beauty within me, but perfection is now gone. The arbitrary appearances of my peers tells me to lock myself away, hide in a dust filled corner and to never show my face again. I have betrayed this place.

“Have you made up your mind?” He repeats it like it’s the final question for this lifetime. My lips are sealed and my eyes stare at his like they will give me the answers, tell me the right choice.

I’m broken but I don’t dissolve, somehow my very existence shines under this moonlight. Thus, maybe I will give my answer.

“I will do it.” I say without breaking our eye contact, “I want to know.”

As if he’s doubting himself too, he looks at me for a few seconds. Take apart all the details of my face before reaching out behind his back. The silence is awfully powerful and might just suffocate the both of us. I feel observed and ashamed over our spectacle. The rulers are watching as he brings out his hand with an apple, shaded in deep red, on the verge of purple. The fruit reflects the light back and I feel like if I could touch it, I'd become just as beautiful.

He whispers to me, like this is our last chance, “I need you to eat it.”

“Eat it?” I whisper too as he gently takes my hand and lays it on the apple.

Chanhee nods.

My hand embraces it gently, because it is the only thing I am not allowed to associate myself with. The only thing bearing the hidden secrets of my life. I don’t have a mirror, but even if, I wouldn't have been able to confirm it. The deceiver in this school, an unforgivable betrayal in the act of selfishness.

As I hesitantly stare at the apple, Chanhee brings it closer to my lips. A part of me, an outer layer, fights off whatever impulses come crashing down on me. But as the beautiful fruit is right under my nose, I bite it in pure selfish desperation. I ate it because I desperately needed to know.

By a single bite, I might just have corrupted myself from whatever's left. The bits burn in my throat. That sensation of how my airways impends on itself. My hands grab onto my throat like they want to tear the skin open and my knees bends as there is no strength in me left. I’m being tortured on this starry night, and I look up at the ceiling, wondering if this is my last scene in this life.

As I continuously struggle, Chanhee kneels down with me. His satin skin compresses my blue hands. As echoes of my coughing fill the withering room, Chanhee whispers in my ear and gently caresses my shoulder. I can’t make out his silent words. They become less and less coherent as the chandelier in the ceiling is just a blurry mess of crystals. The entire structure might just fall down on us and the windows might implode. The war scenes on those paintings come to life and I see death coming right at myself. My eyes close as I can’t bear to witness my death. All the things my ears take up forms into an aching noise of pure desperation and I feel my body falling six floors.

I didn’t die, but something inside my heart has shifted. The air around me feels cold and the world might just be greater than I originally imagined. My hand is bound to the cold hard floor. It tries to reach for whatever to touch, but nothing's there to liberate my sunken structure.

“Open your eyes Y/n.”

A voice tells me those words and by his command, I do open my eyes for the first time. I’m still laying on that floor. That view in front of my eyes is not the ceiling, but rather the painting. My cheek pushes against the wood and I see the bitten red apple in the corner. My mouth starts to savor whatever’s left of that bite, and it’s pure sweetness. I never knew an apple could be sweet. But the clear redness and faint gloss that I remember is no longer there. The skin around the bite is lilac and folded. I remember the inside being a clear yellow, but now it’s brown like dirt. It’s crumbled up like it couldn’t accept the truth.

My hand, still by my side, is suddenly warm again. Someone takes it gently and leans down to whisper. His voice turns my insides and I think I just discovered butterflies.

“We need to go.”

My first action is turning my head slightly up from the floor. He kneels and looks down at me as if we’re in trouble. He says those words to me and a cold breeze blows past me. Changing directions of an entire forest. The shift in my heart has taken an effect on me and my heartbeat is following a rhythm I've never felt before. I look at the scene in front of me and those unrestrained walls and paintings with people desperate for victory are about to crash down on me. Lock me in, in my already closed off body. It’s crystal clear what I am feeling as the roof is about to collapse.

“I know.” I say and take his hand.

The sunrise paints the corridor as me and Chanhee runs through them. I look out the window from time to time. I see how the sun rises, like a clock for our escape. My legs move faster when I think about my ruler watching this scene. I’m scared and weak under those eyes. But I see Chanhees silhouette, and the force of his hand, guiding the path. In the constant cold, the only warmth keeping me alive is his hand tight locked in mine.

He pushes open the doors and in our socks we chase escape down the stairs. I nearly start to cough when I see the sky and swallow the unbounded air. It’s like drowning in water and coughing it up when reaching land. Each and every flower we pass, I’m feeling myself getting further away from the place I once loved. I lay a bit more of my trust in Chanhees arms and turn my head.

“Don’t look back.” He says to me breathless and desperate.

I’ve still not turned to see St.louis and I won’t. Instead I turn my head to the forest, finally unraveling that point I have been dreaming about. As the trees cover us from the rulers and our socks disgraced in filth. I took my deepest desire like it was my last chance of survival, and now, I’m betraying my haven.

Hand in hand, we are running just as desperate as our lungs grasps for air. We have tasted seduction and our trust in destiny is no longer in essence. I have turned my back on Paradise.

A/N: I forgot! The bird mating conversation is inspired by this scene in Becoming Jane(2007). I’ve never seen the movie, but I love this scene lol

#deoboyznet #the boyz #tbz #tbz fanfic #tbz imagines #the boyz new #the boyz chanhee #the boyz fanfic #the boyz scenarios #the boyz x reader #choi chanhee #chanhee imagines #deobi #the boyz suggestive #tbz new imagines #chanhee angst

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zeroone-eleven · 3 years

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Stalling Progress; Poly!ChuuLip (Loona)

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Summary: Jiwoo and Jungeun have crossed paths with you a couple times before. But somehow, with them two heads are no better than one.

Requested? ☑

"I wanted to know about you, too bad I stopped at "Hello.""

Genre: Fluff, Romcom, Snippet

Warnings: None

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"I'll go talk to her!"

Jungeun hurriedly takes Jiwoo's hand, pulling back and preventing the bubbly girl from taking another step in your direction. "Jiwoo, this time you actually nwed to get past the his and the hellos." The girl in question furrows her eyebrows, mouth falling agape at the audacity of her girlfriend. "Atleast I'm courageous enough to talk to her!"

"Hey, hey!-"

"Can it you two she's coming this way!"

At Hyejoo's heads up, the two women immediately stop bantering and turn towards the direction from which you were walking towards them after your group's performance. "Hi Jiwoo! You guys are up after Everglow, you excited?? I know I am!" Jiwoo bursts into cheers at your encouragement, and you get to hyping up each other's groups but Jungeun is stuck rooted to her spot as she fails to snap herself out of her lovestruck daze.

Jiwoo snakes an arm around her group mate's waist, and she stretches out the other in a manner gesturing to you. "-Y/N!" Jungeun blinks out of her haze and her eyes drift from you, to Jiwoo, and to her outstretched arm and in true Kim Lip fashion, all she could come up with was-

"Huh?"

"I'm gonna kill her." Jiwoo sings to herself inwardly while doing her best to keep her big charming Chuu smile on her face, wracking her already wracked brain for other things to say to you besides greetings and well wishes. Gladly she didn't have to as you stepped in to take the wheel. "Also known as Kim Lip, pleased to finally meet my other bias." You wink at the starstruck girl, and that catches Jiwoo's attention as she's by your side in an instant, jumping on the balls of her feet in excitement as she voices her questions. "Your other bias??? Who's the other??"

You take Jungeun's hand and give it a firm, singular shake. She's so lightheaded she thinks she might pass out, and she's never been more grateful for her girlfriend who is single-handedly carrying her through this ordeal. "Why of course you are my other bias, Jiwoo. What can I say? You two are simply breath-taking." Your team leader pats you on the back as she passed you, smiling at Jiwoo who beams back with a wave. She tells you that you've gotta head down to the dressing room for a retouch and recostume as your group has an interview to get to in about an hour.

You cast a smile at Jiwoo, and at Jungeun before letting go of her hand. You bid the two girls farewell and the bubbly girl gives you a tight hug before you finally take your leave. As Chuu and Kim Lip are called to go on-stage with the rest of Loona, Jiwoo loops her arm around her girlfriend's, shaking in happuness over the newfound knowledge. "Did you hear that?!? We're Y/N's biases!"

As Jiwoo starts to walk them both in the direction of their group. The blonde haired girl finally manages to snap out of her daze.

"Huh?"

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#loona yyxy #Loona yyxy x reader #Loona imagines #Chuu #Chuu x Reader #Kim Jiwoo #Kim Jiwoo x Reader #Kim Lip #Kim Lip x Reader #Kim Jungeun #Kim Jungeun x Reader #ChuuLip #ChuuLip x Reader #Reader!Insert #Idol!Reader

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gaypeople4itzy · 1 year

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Hello my loves, and whoever may read this and not know me <3

I wanted to inform all of you that some changes have been made concerning the content put out on my account ! If you wish to know more in detail, you can look at the pinned post on my profile :)

And if you do not know me, hii ! I am a sapphic writer, who mainly writes fluff and tends to write for groups such as Itzy, Loona, Lesserafim, Aespa and whoever you may think about <3

Have a wonderful rest of your day, and please treat yourself well :)

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lovesanmotion · 2 years

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hey how are you

Request: Can i repuest Loona reacts to there S/o not saying i love you back then they leave thank you

The ones who will follow you even when you’re about to leave them, demands you say “i love you” back or else:

Jinsoul, Chuu, Olivia Hye, Yeojin

Stares at you in disbelief when you only reply back with an “Okay”, will sulk if you don’t say it back for the second time and doesn’t care if they arrive at the studio / office late:

Yves, Kim Lip, Hyunjin, Heejin

Will throw herself at you while laughing because she knows you’re pranking her and will not leave until you say the whole thing back at her:

Haseul, Choerry, Gowon, Vivi

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heeberry · 3 years

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Pouty Face

(Loona) Kim Hyunjin x Female!Reader

Requested: yes!

Berry: Hii I hope your doing well~ can I request a Hyunjin x Female Reader where the Reader comes home from school all tired and wants to just cling onto Hyunjin the whole day? But Hyunjin teases her which leads her to be all pouty? Eventually she lets her though. That’s all! Thank you so much

A/n: here you are! Sorry if it’s alittle short </3

You kicked your shoes off at the front door, groaning as you lazily walked into the living room. Your backpack fell off your shoulders and you felt the pinch of pain your back gave, hissing as you threw yourself onto the couch.

You didn’t care to take your uniform off, opting to wear it until you regain the strength to get up again. Today was hectic for you, taking two exams on the same day fried your brain to its core. On top of that you had physical education, where your teacher made you run and run until your legs felt like jelly.

Footsteps were heard behind you, but you didn’t bother to turn around, knowing who it was already. Though you were surprised, “I thought you had shedule today?” You asked your girlfriend, Hyunjin.

Hyunjin stood in the kitchen, pouring a glass of water for the both of you. She walked into the living room, laughing at your current state. “My interview is tomorrow silly” she simply replied, “now what happened to you? You look like you went through it”

“Two exams and having gym class right after wasn’t it let me tell you that.” You heard her giggle.

You sat up, moving over so Hyunjin could sit next to you. You took the glass out of her hands, slowly drinking it all while listening to her reply.

“So glad I don’t have to deal with that anymore” she sighed of relief, “was it hard?”

You just nodded at her question, settling the glass down on the table, you shifted to sit in front of her.

Hyunjin had her head rested on the couch, watching you with amusement. Your arms were wide open, in hopes of getting a simple hug from her. Eyes locked with hers, flashing her with a bright smile.

The girl looked at you, duplicating your actions instead of hugging you.

The two of you looked like idiots just sitting there smiling with extended arms. Soon your smile fated, your lips forming into small pout before tugging on her arm, trying to pull her closer but she wouldn’t budge.

“Hyunjin!” you lowly whined, she only smiled at you, gesturing with one hand to make you come closer instead.

And you did, jumping into her arms, alittle too late. Before you even did, Hyunjin quickly closed her arms, hugging herself instead.

A laugh surfaces, watching your lips grow into a bigger pout. “Why are you doing this” you frowned. “Because I love you.” Hyunjin blurred out with smile.

You froze on the spot, heat rising onto your cheeks. Hyunjin was quick to notice, poking your cheek, “you’re blushing!”

Moving her hand away, you hearing her laugh once again. Your heart felt like jumping out of your chest, hearing the laugh you most adored.

You hadn’t noticed, stuck in your own little world, still replaying Hyunjin’s words like they were something to revise, but you were already in her arms.

Hyunjin flicked your forehead to get your attention, her arms snaking around your waist, pulling you as impossibly close as she can. You sighed in her arms, her fingers brushing your hair back and forth in a manner that made your eye lids grow heavier.

She watched as you forced yourself awake, your girlfriend clicked her tongue at that, “go to sleep y/n.”

You slowly nodded, not wanting to argue about it and drifting off into dreamland. Hyunjin’s lips grew into a small smile, kissing the top of your head.

Her front was against your back, head laying on her chest comfortably. Hyunjin rested her head on the couch, chasing you toward dreamland.

Not before she heard you mumble a response from earlier before, making her smile ear to ear, quietly squealing at your worlds.

“I love you too Hyun”

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crystylecore · 6 months

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pov: yves as your girlfriend

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ggreactionsandscenarios · 3 years

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I was thinking about how the 13th member also their girlfriend would be doing a sexy stage with other members from different irl group's and Yvesoul is just teasing the crap out of their girlfriend saying that she couldn't do the special stage because she's more of a cute type but still encouraging her. (Because, they're supportive girlfriends and that's what we love) but, when the 13th member does the special stage, she pulls it off perfectly. I don't want the ending to end in a smut because I don't know where you stand on that and I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but if you want to do it you can. So, can I settle with an ending that has Yvesoul shocked and the 13th member smug. Remember, if you're busy or just don't want to do my request than ignore it. I don't want you to feel obligated to do anything that I ask. Thank you❤️❤️

Yves x Jinsoul x Reader

"I'll show you !"

"Come on Y/N, you can't do a sexy stage, it's like asking a puppy to twerk !"

Yves bursts out laughing, you just told her about your collab stage with Sua from Dreamcatcher and Soojin from (G)I-dle. Knowing the two other idols, your girlfriend was shocked to know you were going to dance with them. After all they were known to be the sexiest of their individual groups when you were known as the cute and softest member of Loona.

Jinsoul entered the room, visibly curious about the loud fit of laughter.

"What's making you laugh that loud ? Hi cutie, didn't see you there."

She kissed your lips before facing Sooyoung, waiting for her answer.

You crossed your arms and gave a knowing look to your girlfriend, urging her to announce the news to your other girlfriend.

"Okay don't laugh yet, Y/N is doing a sexy performance soon."

Jinsoul looked at you then back at Yves.

"Who's Y/N ?"

And the laughs were back, your girlfriend almost rolling on the floor while the other one was confusingly looking at you.

"What ?"

"Babe what's my name ?

Jinsoul looked at you as if you grew a second head.

"Cutie."

"No, my real name."

Realisation suddenly hit her and when you thought she was going to apologize she just started laughing too.

"Ha ha ha ! A sexy stage? Then what, learn poll dance ?"

"You know what ?! Fuck both of you ! I'll show you I can be sexy if and whenever I want to !"

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After that sweet argument with your girlfriends they didn't stop teasing you. They were convinced you were way too cute to do a sexy concept.

You were determined to prove them wrong by showing them what you got and for that matter working with Sua and Soojin was a big help.

On one side you had Soojin showing you how being cute or shy didn't mean you couldn't be the sexiest on stage.

On the other side Sua was not just sexy but the most provocative person you might know and that was something you had to learn from her to get back at your girlfriends.

After weeks of training you were finally ready, you actually never been more confident in your all life. You only had few minutes but you were sure it’ll be just enough to make a show of how sexy you could be to your teasing girlfriends.

Luckily they both came to your performance because even though they didn’t think sexy suits you, they do want to see you perform and cheer for you. You coul see both of them standing near the cameraman, waiting with their lightsticks on, colored with your assigned shade.

As soon as you set foot on stage, you took a glance of them, witnessing the way they gulped at your outfit.

Their eyes were lingering on you even longer than expected, looking you up and down looking for your so called cuteness. Cuteness that was long time gone, erased during practice and hair and makeup.

As expected you nailed the performance your eyes made few contacts with theirs, piercing right through your girlfriends' dirty minds.

Jinsoul was wearing the usual smirk she'd gave off in bed when she was making you moan and you could see Yves' hand that was gripped tightly around her thigh, probably in attempt to prevent both of them to go take you off stage immediately.

They for sure weren't thinking about anything cute right now, you gave them a last teasing wink before you went change.

You didn't bother closing the door of the changing room, you were convinced you won't have time to change anyway.

But the idea of them thinking you'll change before anyone's eyes wasn't anything but alluring now that you were turning your back at the door and thinking about it.

The loud steps weren't long to come, the two pairs of feet hitting the floor in noticeable frustration but suddenly stopped as they reached the door.

You didn't bother turning around and opened the zipper of your top in a slow teasing motion.

If Yves was frozen in wow at the sight, not over the performance yet, your other girlfriend her, was fully awake and didn't let you slid the piece of clothing alone.

She had been longing for your skin since you appeared on stage and wasn't going to wait any more time before having a taste of it.

Her lips found your neck, gently nibbling on it just beneath your ear. You felt her hands circling your hips, brushing slightly the top of your shorts.

As Jinsoul turned you around in her arms, you could now see the fire burning in Yves eyes. Her eyes were admiring your torso, appreciating the last piece of cloth you had over your chest.

Obviously it was one of her Valentine's day gifts, the red material with flowery patterns that she chose was indeed accomplishing its purpose of turning her on even more.

Her hands were visibly shaking with anticipation, still standing in the door frame she didn't even enter the room completely yet.

You reached out for her hand.

"You might want to close that door and come closer."

As if breaking out of hypnosis she suddenly stepped in and smashed her lips to yours, not minding the opened door behind her.

"I'll like it to stay opened. You didn't mind turning us on in public while you were on stage, are you backing off now ? Want to go back to being a softie ?"

No way you were backing off now that you knew how being sexy affects your girlfriend. You never saw her this hungry before, not even Jinsoul would play it this risky with you on a regular basis.

Yet now one of them was still kissing and sucking on your neck while the other was unzipping your shorts with one hand and cupping your breast with the other all of this with the door still half opened.

You thought about stopping them but the kisses were too sweet, their touch felt too good on your skin and maybe the risk of getting caught was only adding fuel into the fire burning inside your stomach.

Yves cupped your face and brought you in for a second kiss while Jinsoul got rid of your shorts. She stood back up terribly slowly, her fingers brushing along your legs while doing so.

Her hands groped your butt, enjoying the laced red undergarment that you were wearing. Her mouth found the soft skin of your shoulder blades and traced kisses on it.

Sooyoung wasn't as slow as your first girlfriend was, she was needy and fidgeting. If you had hypnotized Jinsoul, Yves on the other side seemed rather electrified. She needed friction.

Her eyes weren't reflecting the same fire as earlier, they were rather pleading you now, pleading you to do something to the unstoppable wetness between her thighs.

Her tongue was not just fighting for dominance, it was claiming yours, caressing and sucking yours in an hurried request.

You were still kissing when you felt her take your hand in hers and push it in her pants, pressing on your fingers to play with her clit.

Witnessing how soaking wet she was, almost made you moan.

"See what you did to me ? I need you to fix it for me, can you do that for me, sexy ?"

Your only response was to push her hand away, wanting to touch her on your own. You slid your fingers further in her pants, opening the front to gain more access and space.

As your index finger brushed against her folds you saw how she was dripping for you. Her hands clunched on your shoulders at the sensation, a moan already half past her lips.

As you were caressing and teasing Sooyoung's sex, you felt your panties running down your legs.

"Can I get a taste ? I'm craving to feel you on my tongue right now."

It was actually the first words your Jinsoul was uttering and god you didn't wished for any other than those escaping her lips at the moment.

You looked over your shoulder, answering her with a kiss, your finger slowly entering your other girlfriend in the meantime, making her gasp.

She joined the kiss, kissing you and Jinsoul equally but biting down on your lip rougher. You had her on her knees for you right now.

Jinsoul got between you two enjoying looking up on you before making you open your legs wider.

She kissed your thigh and tummy before getting where you wanted her the most. When she kissed your clit, you heaved a sigh at the feeling. Your index finger joined your major in its thrust in your girlfriend, making her hiss in pleasure too.

The sounds of pleasure coming from you two spurred on Jinsoul's eagerness to make you feel good as she got a taste of your excitation with a lick.

Shivers ran down your spine, your hips bucking forward in want, making Yves moaned at your hips made contact against hers and getting Jinsoul to smirk, proud of herself.

The curves of her lips pushed against your clit, making you rolled your eyes back.

"God I could cum just by seeing you roll your eyes in pleasure."

The words had troubles escaping Yves' mouth as your thrusts became faster and deeper in her. She grabbed your face and kissed you roughly in an attempt to muffle her moans.

You felt her thighs shake as your other hand reached for her breast, pinching on her nipple the way you know brings her on edge.

In one last thrust Yves came undone in your hands, crying out her orgasm in your mouth. As on cue Jinsoul pushed a finger in your heat, her tongue still deep in and her thumb massaging your clit at a fast pace.

Everything felt too overwhelming, too hot and your orgasm too fast. Jinsoul held your hips knowing you wouldn't be able to keep standing.

Sooyoung attacked your neck once she got back from cloud nine, her teeth meeting your pulse point in a slight bite.

Blood rushed to your head in a great finally, your orgasm hitting you hard and making you grab on your girlfriend for support.

She patted your back, soothing your high.

Jinsoul got back up and smiled at you with her beamed afterglow smile. Which was odd since you didn't even heard her cumming, however Yves was faster at asking.

"How did you ?"

"Oh you know the regular."

She replied raising the hand that wasn't taking care of you previously with a chuckle.

You laughed with her and decided it was time to go home. You were getting your clothes back on while your girlfriends tried to make themselves presentable.

As you were about to leave Jinsoul burst out laughing, getting weird looks from you and Yves.

"Babes, neither of you closed the door right ? Because I didn't either and it's closed."

You looked at her in pure shame, your cheeks turning bright red from embarrassment.

Your girlfriends just brushed it off not caring at all about getting caught.

They cooed at you, engulfing you in a hug.

"Cutie Y/N is back !"

Hey, here it is. Hope you'll like it, give feedback 😁 Also I'm still a baby smut writer so bear with me please 😅❤-Ael

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