#girlgroup imagines

[sserajeans]

just for a moment

hanni pham x fem! reader

synopsis: you and your co-star are tasked to make a song for your web drama's soundtrack. your co-star happens to be a childhood friend whom you've had history with.

genre + others: lsrfm! reader, idol au, childhood friends to lovers, friends to lovers, fluff, second chance ish?

notes: not requested, PLS READ THE LYRICS IT'LL MATTER!!!!, how i look delaying yail update 😂😂, also yes another hsmtmts inspired oneshot, pics from @/wiotas

"what do we even fucking write about?"

"y/n..."

"sorry..."

how did you get here? glad you asked!

it's the year 2025, and a team of producers at hybe are on the works for a minor project: a web drama promoting support for the lgbtq+.

you've talked about how odd it was to your best friend, and groupmate, yunjin.

"probably good for publicity, girl. like 'make everyone know we're not homophobic!' kinda thing." was all she had to say about it, which was likely true anyways.

you were convinced the casting was done at random honestly, but it was obvious they wanted a mix of groups to garner more attention. and that landed you the lead role with, you guessed it, ms. hanni pham!

why you two when you each had members who fit the actress role better? well, that's where you thought the random part came to play.

filming wasn't much of an issue. you were comfortable with hanni, and you two worked well on and off screen, just as expected considering your history. the director even pointed out your "remarkable chemistry", but she didn't have to know why it was that way.

as a matter of fact, you guys were about to wrap up in a few days. it was a wild past couple of weeks, but it was nice to get to spend more time with hanni again.

i mean, don't get me wrong, it's not like you two cut each other off when you moved to korea, but the talking definitely decreased, and the filming made up for lost time!

now, on one of the last days of filming, your respective managers sat you two in a conference room together, and dropped the news that you'd have to compose a new song just for the web drama's soundtrack.

the task in itself didn't bother you at all, and you were sure it didn't bother hanni too. you two were experienced in songwriting and composing, your names on a couple of song credits to count, so this was actually much easier than acting.

the issue was that you had enough going on for certain... feelings to resurface.

you see, the plot of the web drama hit a little too close to home for you. i mean seriously, childhood friends with feelings for each other, but couldn't take things further due to complications, then having to work together acting in some play.

it sounded a lot like your story.

hell, they even had your character do swimming! the same sport you excelled in back in australia.

the only reason nothing has gotten too awkward on that note yet, was because of your other labelmates being there like boynextdoor's leehan, minji and danielle, even your fellow members kazuha and yunjin.

with them around, you got to reconnect with hanni, but with a couple safe boundaries! now that you two were tasked to work on something alone though? you were scared things were going to be different.

so that's what brought you two here, together, in the music room. hanni seated facing the table with a pen and paper, you on the floor with your guitar in hand.

you were strumming to any chord shape that could come to mind in hopes of finding a melody that you could build off of, and hanni was tapping the end of her pencil on her forehead for any word, lyric, or rhyme that could work.

nothing came.

so engrossed in your respective tasks, the two of you didn't notice a shadow behind the translucent door, so when a knock came, you levitated off the floor for a millisecond, and hanni let out a soft yelp.

"hey you two~"

huh yunjin.

"how are my besties doing!" she came in doing a little dance, first walking over to check on what hanni was writing before landing on the floor beside you.

"we're stuck." you muttered, head against the wall behind you.

"oh... i see." yunjin shrugged her eyebrows in confusion, because she had just came from peeking over at hanni's notebook and was 100% sure she had lines written down.

"well, let's see... you got the genre down that suits the two of you so there's that. romance obviously sells, so there's that too. maybe you guys should try... writing while in character?" yunjin did her best to help the two of you, as the mutual best friend and seasoned singer-songwriter. "or if there's an experience you guys have had before, that would definitely help. real raw emotion ya know?"

"anyways," the eldest huffed and got up from the floor, messing up your hair and hanni's before heading for the door to leave the room. "i gotta get going. you two don't come home too late okay?"

you and hanni nodded before resuming. after a couple minutes, you realized that maybe you two will have to be communicating more if it meant writing a song together.

"hey han, do you have anything written?" hanni froze for a second before turning around on her chair.

truth was she did. she wrote them down specifically as yunjin started telling you two to write based on experiences.

"i... uh... kind of? just a couple lines, i don't know how i feel about them though."

"can i take a look? might help a bit."

"oh yeah... sure..."

there was a hint of hesitance in her voice, but it'd look awfully suspicious if she scratched out lines right before you'd check.

"ah..." the initial reaction was surprise for you, and a million thoughts came racing through your head.

"yeah! it's nothing much... but i figured it was better than nothing...."

"no yeah! for sure! i'm kinda getting the vibe, wait here." you turned around and picked up your guitar from the floor and took a seat beside hanni. "uhm... okay let's try... this?"

you freestyled a riff on your guitar, allowing your fingers to move on its own to play what felt right. it resulted in one of the most simple yet enchanting melodies that seemed perfect for your song's intro.

"hey that sounds perfect! i love it!" hanni cheered and gave you a thumbs up. "okay so... since you're doing your little guitar intro, perhaps we have the first line written in your character's point of view?"

"sure... okay... uhm..." it took you a couple seconds to think of something, or to get in character on the spot. but then you remembered yunjin's advice.

an experience you guys have had before.

"uh... how's this..." you fiddled with your hands as hanni nodded along, telling you to go on with your suggestion. after about half a minute, you had a two-liner with some sort of melody that matched your guitar intro. "i fell in love with the only girl who knows what i'm about."

hanni froze for a second, which didn't go unnoticed by you, but continued nodding along as she wrote down the lines. "i like your voice in this genre."

"oh..." you looked up from your guitar and faced her side profile as she was still facing her notebook. you felt your face warm a little, but not too much for it to gain color. "that's a lot coming from you. i have your lee mujin service episode on loop."

hanni smiled, a sight you'd never get tired of seeing. "a fan, huh? which part's your favorite?" she turned to look at you, a smirk on her face to mask the flustered and proud version of herself having received praise for her work from you of all people.

she continued writing a line underneath yours, a sudden burst of inspiration coming over her.

"probably lucky."

of course it's the song about being in love with your best friend.

she chuckled at your answer. hanni wasn't dense, and she knew you weren't either.

okay maybe you were, just slightly, but you pick up on context clues.

but point is, she knew what that implied, and what everything that came between the two of you the past few weeks could've felt like for you.

but just as she was getting somewhere, her train of thought was interrupted by your "burst of epiphany", as one would call it.

"oh hey, hear this out. i think it sounds like chorus material." you tapped her shoulder and positioned your hands across the frets of your guitar. you sounded a lot happier, more energy than you did earlier in the day as you finally got a feel of what to write and play.

when we're underneath the lights, my heart's no longer broken, for a moment, just for a moment

in that moment, hanni's mind rushed with too many emotions. objectively, the melody was beautiful. your voice made it better, the guitar felt like it had a voice of its own, and the lyrics. god, the lyrics.

she knew for sure you felt what she felt.

the two of you stayed in that music room a couple more hours, discovering a new type of comfort in a person the other has always known. like reading a book you've had forever, and feeling a newfound joy in a character that has always been there.

by the end of the day, you and hanni seemed to have switched roles, your guitar in her hands, and her notebook in yours.

you were finishing up a final copy of the first half of the song along with chords in case you'd forget the sound. there was also a copy of the both of you singing on your respective voice note apps. (which, unbeknownst to you, would be on repeat for hanni later that night.)

"here we go." you sighed, it took a lot of effort trying to make handwriting like yours legible. you've always hated it. teachers back in elementary all throughout high school would always mark your papers low despite almost flawless answers, just for your handwriting.

"i've always liked your handwriting..." hanni muttered as she admired your written work, unknowingly smiling to herself.

"oh.. thanks. i've always hated it."

"i know." hanni looked up at you, observing the sheepish smile on your face. she knew all about why you hated it, and she understood, but to her, it was an art. a part of you. she thought, "that's why i like it."

there was partial truth into that. besides it being a funny add-on to hanni's compliment, it's always been her thing to love stuff about you that you hated, even if it was something as small as handwriting.

back when you two were together (or whatever that was you had back in australia before you left, neither of you stuck a label on it), she'd always talk long speeches about how your handwriting was an art. something so significantly you that you shouldn't change, and that even if you hated it, she'd love it twice as much in place of you.

as you two shared a couple more laughs, a notification popped up on both of your phones. yours first, then hanni's a second later.

a snort accidentally escaped your system as you read the texts. "sorry.. is it yunjin?"

hanni let out the loudest laugh before nodding and exchanging phones with you to read what the older sent to the other. it was the same message in different forms, panicking to get you home before chaewon freaked out and took it out on yunjin, then proceeding to fear minji and her "wrath".

despite laughing at your member's worry, the two of you stood up to pack up, which really didn't take much anyways. you slid your guitar in its case, hanni hid her notebook in her bag.

walking out of the room to the lobby together side by side was probably the most stomach-churning activity of the day. and you literally had to write a love song about each other with each other. but there was something in the way it felt when your hands touched.

as you reached the part of the building where you finally had to part ways, the two of you faced each other. both expecting something, but not quite sure with what they were expecting.

"i.. uh... it was nice to reconnect today." she started off, awfully awkward at it too.

"yeah... it was..." you smiled, hand reaching for the back of your neck to scratch. a nervous habit. "i'll let you know if i think of anything tonight."

"yeah, same here." hanni nodded back, though a pinch of disappointment evident on her face. maybe she was expecting more, or maybe it was too soon. "see you tomorrow?"

"yeah... see ya." you slowly turned around, head racing.

should you say something? should you save it for another time? would it make things awkward tomorrow?

screw it. live in the present, right?

"han... for the record, my heart does still stop when i see you."

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[bbanghiitomi]

THE SAME PLACE AND DIFFERENT TIME

pairing: kim minji x fem reader

trope: fish out of water! childhood friends! first love! little bit of angst! fluff!

waking up feels weird for y/n again, inside the body of a first year college student, her little young soul is stuck somewhere she doesn't want to be. peeking on the window of her colorless room, it's an ordinary sunday, clear skies with no clouds and her view is blocked by buildings. it's so boring sitting here inside her room, a bed with no presence of a certain person she longs for. there's almost no time for her, the world is too fast and there's always something to look forward for.

but lately, her days have become more boring, it feels like she's starting to lose the meaning of a secret world she used to have as a child. consumed by sadness and boredom, y/n doesn't really know what to do, she's stuck inside her dorm maybe for a few more years?

"no, i shouldn't sulk like this..." y/n mentally sighs as she stands up from her bed and walks towards her study table. she hasn't changed one bit, at least that's what she thinks, she's the same old kid who hates sitting around looking sad, someone who persists through every conflict and is spontaneous.

if minji were to see her again, would she think the same?

y/n have always wondered about that, when she thinks of minji, she starts to miss the tall girl again, like always since she left to study far from her home. y/n at first liked to believe it hasn't been that long, until maybe a few more years passed because she hopes when she comes back, minji would remember her again.

but in reality, it's been more than 2 years, 5 years to be exact... in that amount of time, how many memories did minji make without y/n? how many people did she meet?

how long did she ever think about y/n? when every hour felt like another day without warmth for y/n.

does she care for y/n anymore? the thought is extremely scary, thinking about being forgotten is scary...

y/n sits on her chair, grabbing her laptop as she opens it and looks at an email from her school, after her test, the school announces a break for the students and it's 4 weeks.

enough time to go back to gangwon province and maybe see minji again.

"no!" y/n shakes her head as she buries her face on her palms, the warmth of embarrassment spreads around her face. will she even remember me? y/n thinks to herself as she sighs, stretching her arms to her table and leaning over to it, her fingers touching the small and fuzzy bear figurine that minji have gifted her before, there's a smaller version of it, the baby bear.

back then, there really wasn't a lot to worry about, just when y/n's piano practice starts or when minji needs to go back home. back then, these feelings she had for minji were all just something to laugh about and forget tomorrow, but it turned into something bigger the longer she looks for minji.

times used to be more simple and minji used to be enough for her to reach, maybe she have wished for too much and that dream she had since she was little came true, but now y/n feels lonely.

the girl also comes across her last messages to minji, before everything went radio silent.

"sorry!" as if she have caused minji some trouble again.

"it's okay. message me again when you're free." minji sent her.

"okay!" y/n's reply and she hasn't gotten any free time ever since.

should she really come back? is the biggest question she wants to know right now, before she spends her break rotting on her bed all day long.

luckily, y/n's parents came to the rescue, they've been planning on building a small house in a small town in the province and they wanted to hear her thoughts. that means y/n can have an actual reason to go back...

on her way home in the car, y/n sits behind and listens as her parents converse. "what have our daughter been doing? we missed you so much." y/n's mother pipes in, the girl gives her mother a smile before leaning towards her mother's seat. "a lot actually, i didn't know there's a lot to do in college."

her father's laughs, shaking her head. "you'll get used to it kid, we've been living in the city for 5 years... things will get more rocky in the future." he says, y/n nods and smiles at her father. "i understand." she mutters.

her mother smiles endearingly at the interaction before looking behind her daughter who immediately meets her gaze, "don't you want to see minji?" she asks, y/n raises her brows and purses her lips before leaning back to the backseat and shrugging.

"i actually don't know if i want to..." she admits, sighing before laughing and shaking her head. "it's just that, it's been 5 years." she adds, y/n's father takes a peek at his daughter and looks at his wife before back at the road.

"didn't we talk to her family last week?" he asks, y/n's mother perks up and nods, looking at their daughter, who then gives them both a confused look.

"oh right! we missed the town so much, we decided to build a home again in the same neighborhood." y/n looks at her parents and squints her eyes at them before speaking. "okay? and what did you guys talk about?" the parents look at each other before laughing.

"a lot, about the house, the town, the city, university and you! minji said she misses you." y/n's father say and y/n cannot help the way her eyes widens. "o-oh... really?" she mutters.

her mother nods with a bright smile. "she said, you seem very busy and she was wondering why you weren't with us." y/n fixes her hair and the way she sits, before raising her index finger. "so, what do you guys plan to do there?" she asks.

her father looks straight to the road, occasionally peeking at his daughter from time to time. "well, minji's family owns a small inn, right? we can stay there for a while, talk about what we want our house to look like." he shrugs, y/n nods and gives her parents a small smile.

"i won't mind that. i wish it would look like our old house though." the girl receives nods from her parents and it didn't take them any longer until they finally arrived their old town.

standing in the middle of the street, y/n looks rather... lost? or maybe she is, the day is about to end and y/n starts to hear crickets all over the place. it's as if she's never been in this town, there's so many turns, left and right and it's making her head dizzy.

there weren't that much people too, it's like she's in a ghost town! it's not like this in the city, so bustling and loud, full of life.

and y/n starts to wonder whether she was really from this place, did she really grow up here? why does this place look so unfamiliar? just a few moments ago, y/n walked away from the inn before she could even see minji, wanting to gain enough courage to talk to the tall girl again.

and now here she is, lost in the town, not sure where to go. this moment made y/n realize she's changed, a lot... that maybe she really wasn't the same person she was before. the small y/n would never be lost like this...

still, y/n wants to find her way back home, even if she doesn't know where.

"do you still know this way?" y/n hears someone behind her and she immediately turns her body around to look at the familiar face of her childhood friend.

"m-minji..." she can only mutter, minji laughs and walks towards the girl. "why did you leave? when i went to welcome your family to the inn, you were nowhere." y/n shakes her head and puts a hand on her face and she sighs.

"i just wanted to walk around..." though, it was clearly a lie. minji nods and raises her hand as if to gesture y/n to follow. "let's go back to the inn." minji tells the girl, a very endearing and totally not charming smile on her face.

the girl nods and tucking in lost strands of her hair behind her ear before watching minji walk past her and the girl follows immediately.

minji doesn't look back but she's smiling, it's nerve-wracking, y/n doesn't know what to really say as if the words are stuck in her throat. no motivation to fight for her feelings.

"so, how's the city? i heard many great things come from there." minji starts, looking behind. the girl looks at minji and sees the smile on minji's face, her round eyes and very recognizable lips. y/n looks down with a blush on her cheeks and then back up at minji again as she laughs. "oh it's fine, i grew kind of tired of the noise and how boring the city could be." y/n answers, minji blinks twice before turning to the road again.

as they walk, they see kids frolic around the area, to the park and around some corners of the village. seeing that makes y/n reminisce about the past again, how fun and simple it was, what did change? she wonders.

"wasn't it your dream? you told me before." minji remembers that, but remembering it reminded you that you wanted that dream for your parents, because it's a big thing.

"my parents' actually, but then again, their dreams are mine." y/n sees minji nod, her back turned to y/n again as they walk and finally reach the inn. surprisingly, your parents weren't that upset, very understanding too. "thank god minji was there earlier, we knew she'd pick you up right away." y/n's father walks over to minji and pats her shoulder.

"so happy to see you again kid! i'm sure my daughter is too." minji smiles at y/n's father, nodding her head before looking at y/n, who cannot find a way to avoid the other girl. "that's great to know. have you brought your things up inside your inn already, sir?" she asks, and y/n's parents nod.

"we did! don't worry, by the way we should get going for now. we haven't gotten dinner." y/n's mother waves her hand towards minji and leaves with her husband, y/n stops walking in front of minji and looks at her parents before back at minji.

"thanks... i hope i didn't bother you." she smiles apologetically and fixes her hair, minji feels her heart beating as she looks at the girl. minji shrugs and shakes her palms that are starting to get wet. "nope, it's okay. you should get some rest now."

"okay, see you tomorrow." they stare at each other for a good 3 minutes before y/n looks away and starts walking unusually faster to their inn.

"you left the construction site?" minji asks the girl, who looks up from where she was sitting and stands up, fixing her skirt. minji's eyes went to look at y/n's skirt and immediately, like nothing happened up at y/n's eyes.

"uh huh." she says, nodding her head before laughing sheepishly. "i got bored and yeah, i want to do something else." y/n says, minji nods and puts her hands on the pocket of her pants.

"you haven't changed a bit." minji says, letting out a small chuckle. y/n look up back at her, raising an eyebrow at the tall girl. "what?" she whispers, minji walks behind a bit. "i mean, i don't think you changed at all. you're still the same girl from before." y/n feels her cheeks blaze as she nods, humming.

the playground is empty in the middle of the day, when kids are at school, just like it was before. it's almost as if it was the same place, and yes it was but... it also feels like the same time, y/n doesn't feel like she's grown any older.

yes, minji looked more mature, looked prettier, taller and her hair grew longer and more silky.

"really? i always thought i've changed a lot." y/n tells minji, she receives a smile from the other girl. "well, you looked prettier now. but other than that, you wear the same type of clothes." y/n blinks when minji says that she turned prettier... y/n blinks again and laughs sheepishly, looking down on her skirt.

"ah yeah, i feel more like myself in these." truth to be told, it's more on projection. thinking about how much she's changed mentally is tiring, it's like the life in city left her caged with nothing to do but the same thing. the only way she can relived her past self is by wearing the same clothes she used to wear.

minji looks at y/n's clothes and back the the girl's face. "it's nice. living in the city, i'm surprised you're still hesitant about your looks." minji chuckles and scratches the back of her head, y/n blinks her eyes twice and then away. "i just feel like sometimes i don't feel right in my own clothes."

"you look right, amazing even." minji shrugs before offering her hand to y/n. "it's been so long since i last saw you." minji adds, y/n stretches her arm and opens her hand to hold minji's, the texture of minji's palm never changes, despite all the work she does in their house it's still soft.

"i'm sorry if i couldn't even message you..." y/n says, recalling the times she couldn't make any time to reply or even hit minji up. minji shrugs and caress y/n's hand. "i understand, it's not easy being in college. i hope you're fine though..." y/n smiles at minji and puts another hand on their hands.

"i'm so glad to see you again, it feels so weird..." y/n purses her lips before sighing and speaking again. "it's like i'm going around chasing a bunny, then again i'm lost." minji nods, tilting her head to get a better look of your face.

"some people really don't understand the secret this world has." there's so much to do, so much to eat, so much to say, so many to love and care for. there's not enough time to do everything but the most. y/n looks up at minji as the tall girl speaks. "you told me before right? that happiness are those small things."

at the end of the day, y/n is just a crybaby.

in this bright world full of fantastic things, there's no time to feel bored.

"yeah... and we used to eat cookies, and almost i don't know what i was doing before." y/n laughs, minji looks away. there's a blooming, ticklish, funny feeling inside minji when she's here holding your hands, it's the same giddy feeling while playing stupid games before, the same feeling looking at your face but this feeling was never there for anyone else.

"you used to never think twice, no matter how crucial it is. you also used to get lost a lot too, then i'd look for you." minji says, y/n giggles and brings their hands closer to her chest. "thinking about those stuff, feels like looking at a picture book right?" y/n says, minji nods.

the skies are turning orange, and kids are running towards the playground. maybe the reason the little kid y/n was before didn't get lost because she had minji.

"you used to always get in trouble..." minji laughs and y/n shakes her head, whining. "i was just really annoying!"

it's such a ridiculous story, feels like no one will believe. seeing minji's face again, the patch of mud on the sidewalk and the kids frolicking around in their own world.

"i missed you a lot." minji speaks again, this time her voice sounded more delicate as if she meant every one of her word. it's been so long, days, weeks, months and years have passed but minji still remembers y/n.

the girl looks at minji as if she's about to cry, because those words mean a lot to her. y/n nods, letting go of minji's hand before she steps and wraps her arms around minji. "i missed you too!" y/n sobs, causing minji to laugh.

"come on, are you really just gonna weep like that?" minji teases, y/n buries her head on minji's shoulder, wiping her tears on the taller girl's shirt. "seriously..." y/n whispers.

minji pats y/n's back, an arm around the girl's waist. "ah, it's getting darker." minji mutters, y/n ignores her and sobs again. "i really think of you a lot, when i look at my last message to you... i wish i can do something about it." y/n whispers, her voice cracking every syllable.

"you know i'm not going anywhere, right?" minji whispers back, putting her hand on top of y/n's head. y/n nods, it's not about that. the girl hates the idea of being away from minji again, she's hated that idea but seeing minji again, like this... makes her hate it even more.

minji isn't leaving but minji is also not going to be there always, it's not about whether she's going to leave or not... after all those years, her little silly feelings for minji, turned into something bigger and more serious, when she yearns for minji's warmth that space inside her heart turns more shallow.

maybe, y/n is scared minji might find someone else...

"don't look for anyone else other than me..." y/n whispers, minji widens her eyes as she hears what was said. minji turns her head to take a peek of y/n's face, but all the girl did was bury her face deeper on minji's neck.

"what do you mean?" this is it. this must be really it.

y/n may feel guilty for sounding selfish admitting that she hates the idea that minji will find someone who'll love her too.

"i... i want to be honest, ever since i left i started to miss you more everyday, it feels like it was never gonna end." y/n takes a sharp breath. feeling the way her heart squeezes as if pouring out all the feelings she's harbored for minji on those years they were away from each other.

it feels like she's inside a woods, lost inside the forest with nowhere to go except the only path she can see.

"it was so long... everything feels like it's the same everyday. people around me moved on, went past and never looked back. i couldn't because i feel it too deeply, and i love too much..." y/n pulls away from minji, letting go of the tall girl... that also forced minji to let her hands off of y/n.

"i didn't want to be left alone, i didn't want to think of you with someone else!" y/n sees the way minji looks at her, the tall girl looks at the playground, the kids are all going home.

y/n puts her hand on her face, wiping her stupid tears away.

"i never looked for anyone else but you... i see you on and off on your account, it gives me hope that you're still there. we're stuck on the same memory, i think of you too a lot." minji shrugs as she speaks and reaches for y/n's hand, minji hears y/n trying to suppress her tears.

"y/n? are you serious?" minji chuckles and holds y/n's hand tighter. the girl looked confused, she tucks in strands of stray hair behind her ear. minji sighs. "i take my time to let you know i'm just here for you to lean on to, stupid messages, so short but it's alright because i know you're okay." minji continues, her other hand reaches for y/n's shoulder.

y/n was silent, she looks like she's hesitating but in reality, there's nothing but minji inside her head.

"it's because i like you!" y/n opens her mouth and stares at minji, surprised about what she had said. minji leans her head closer, seeing y/n blink her eyes and lifting her hands to cover her face.

minji hears y/n whine and she holds the girl's shoulders. "hey..."

"i don't why? we only talk through messages and they're not even that long! i've tried to hard to get rid of these feelings but it's not working! you're really the only one i want..." y/n grumbles, her voice is muffled but still audible that it makes minji smile to see how intense the girl's feelings are for her.

"i understand." minji states as she moves her hand to hold y/n's nape, pulling her closer and making the girl take her hands off of her face until their foreheads touch. minji holds y/n's waist with her other hand. "don't ever change, okay? you and your feelings, don't change." minji whispers.

y/n hears the crickets and then maybe her own heartbeat, distracted by the way minji looks at her eyes... it could be the street lamps but minji's eyes looks like she has the whole milky way galaxy in them.

minji laughs as she feels how warm y/n has gotten.

out of nowhere, the tall girl leans to kiss y/n on the lips, not that long but enough for y/n to feel it linger all over her.

the wind blows, but suddenly it's not so cold here anymore.

minji doesn't give y/n any time to react and immediately pulls her in a hug. "dummy. i love you too, okay? you're not alone." minji mutters.

y/n lowers her head, leaning on minji's shoulder and she finds herself diving in deeper in their hug. "gosh, this feels like it's not real..." y/n mutters, minji laughs again and places a kiss on y/n's cheek.

"but it is real, wanna go back to the inn?" minji asks, gently lifting y/n from the ground, causing the girl to shriek and laugh.

and it's fun like that, exploring new feelings and diving in it without thinking much. it's fun basking on its wonderful effects, how amazing love can be or just how unpredictable circumstances are sometimes.

it's another day, y/n feels like she dreams a lot now. she doesn't want to forget her dreams.

when the girl sits up, she opens her eyes and sees how blurry her vision was. the girl rubs her eyes for a few seconds, before opening them again.

she was greeted by the pink walls of her room, exactly the same copy of her childhood room but without the stains of time.

was she dreaming? y/n peeks on her window, a very sunny day with bright skies and clouds all over the blue horizon.

just an ordinary day.

y/n looks on the floor of her room, her shoes with a patch of mud on it.

thankfully, she wasn't dreaming at all.

the door of her room opens, from the shoes, y/n looks up to see minji smiling at her. "hey, it's 11am already." the girl says, y/n smiles and jumps off of her bed, running towards minji and embracing the tall girl in a hug.

"ah! thank you!" y/n rubs her cheek on minji's shoulder, humming. the tall girl looks at her girlfriend, confused. "what happened?" she asks.

y/n shakes her head and laughs. thinking that what if everything was a dream? y/n was scared that once she opens her eyes, minji will be out of reach again. but she's wrong, minji is here.

"nothing, i'm so happy you're here again! and that you wake me up before it gets late." y/n says, minji nods and pats y/n's head, sighing. "ah yeah, come on we have somewhere to go." minji pulls y/n out of her room, their laughter is heard across the corridor as they walk to the dining room.

y/n might have been lost on her way home, maybe it took her too long to find her way back... but she's back! that's all that matters, minji is with her to guide her wherever she goes, just like when they were younger.

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[lovelaetter]

I'LL MAKE YOU CRY — a 2k celebration work.

here are two things about you: one, you always had a weakness for pretty girls, and two, you've never been good at dealing with not getting the things you want.

word count: 3.7k

pairing: sub!idol!ningning x dom!idol!reader.

warnings: abuse of power, age difference (reader is a 2nd gen idol, in her 30s), noncon turned dubcon, semi-public sex, reader is a manipulative mean bitch with mommy dom vibes and is proud of it, ningning is just a confused, stupid baby and her brain goes fuzzy around older women, excess of en-dashes and italics because that’s how your fav author here is.

a/n: i need to stop mentioning a fic and then writing something completely different... anyways, this idea came to me after @wintersera sent me an ask (which i hope you don’t mind me writing this instead of answering, love), let’s say something clicked inside my head instantly. also, this was supposed to be way more noncon-ish but i wasn’t satisfied to how it was going. go to end of the work for more notes!

Bo-Ah caught you looking at Seulgi for too long one day and made sure to pinpoint how your weakness for pretty girls would get you in trouble, not exactly in those words but it was what she meant and neither as a scold but in a friend-ly, you will get in trouble and i won’t help you with it because i warned you enough way. It didn’t mean anything to you at the time as you met someone else and Seulgi no longer occupied space in your mind but now you see how that didn’t make her less right.

As hard as it is to believe, you didn’t drag Ningning to your dressing room with sex in mind. Sure, as the new object of your affection you had thought of it with her before, but your intentions today were genuine and nice, truly.

A break during the end of the year performance rehearsals and recordings, leading her through the SM’s building corridors, sitting down together in your room. An offer— you see, I’m working on my next album and there’s this song that I really want to include but it feels like it’s missing something, realization dawning in her face, and I’ve been thinking about this for a few weeks now, i’ve talked to the producers, they think it’s a good idea, that our voices fit… I could’ve asked someone else to talk to you obviously but I thought a more personal approach would be nicer. So, what do you think? Would you like to collaborate with— and a lovely reception, an eagerness to accept like you’ve never seen before, cutting you off— yes!, looking down in embarrassment right away but not holding back the biggest smile, I mean, of course, it would be an honor.

So no, you didn’t had sex in mind and yet, being alone with her, you allowed your mind to wander.

“You are a really pretty girl,” you say after a few minutes in silence just staring at her.

“Thank you,” she says, so low you barely hear it and flinches when you suddenly slide closer to her from your spot, elbow on the back of the couch, trapping her in place.

It happens too fast and in the end, Bo-Ah surely wasn’t wrong. Your hand rests on her knee for a moment, sliding up, up slowly, taking hold of her thigh — you’re looking for putting yourself in trouble at this point. Ningning follows your touch up her leg with her gaze, watches your hand for a moment before looking back at you, promptly parting her lips to speak.

Maybe it was the wide eyes, shining for you with a glimpse of fear and confusion or the so pretty, plump lips that she insisted on running her pink tongue over or the blush painting her cheeks or— maybe it was everything and the months of watching her from afar, fantasizing about her, it’s not the point, all it matters is that before she can say anything you lurch forward, lips crashing onto hers. Takes a moment for her to react, frozen, and when she does it’s what the part of you with a good sense of morality expects, using all in her to push you away.

Closes her legs so hard your wrist hurts, fists against your chest while squirming and whines and stops and what are you doings are falling from her mouth. Impatience creeps up your spine and you snap yanking your hand from between her thighs, taking one of her wrists in hand roughly, snorting, so close to her face your breaths mix. She tries to break free for a moment more, chest up and down fast while staring at your not-so-happy face.

Tilting your head to the side and arching an eyebrow like who asks you’re done?, says, “I’ve never been good at dealing with not getting what I want,” you lean over to whisper in her ear, “Also, I heard Minjeong would love to collaborate with me. Once in a lifetime opportunity, you know?

It’s cruel the way you say it and she’s not stupid, knows how to put two and two together, the tears sliding free down her cheeks. Whimpers as your lips move from her earlobe to her jaw and down her neck, easing your grip on her wrist and the hand on your chest pushing you away drops to her lap. You grin against her skin and mutter a good girl, hand crawling under her shirt to grab her waist, pulling her more into your body. Part of your brain tells you to snap, to tear her clothes from her, take her like you always imagined, but the other part knows better than scaring her more and that time isn’t in your favor; you’ve been away with her for a few minutes, you still have a performance to record and soon the break will be over and someone will come looking for both of you.

Looking at her you can’t help but coo when she gasps as your fingers slide under the hem of her bra and grope one of her tits, a smirk taking place in your lips. “No, honey, not like that, come on, let me see you,” as she tries to turn her head, your other hand taking hold of her jaw and forcing her to keep looking at you. 

You’ve fucked many girls in your life and yet, the euphoria that fills you upon hearing her moan and seeing her expression as you touch her is something completely new.

Her skin is feverish and your hands too cold making her shiver, not so gently taking one of her nipples between thumb and point finger, rolling and pulling it, eyebrows twitching and a whimper escaping past her lips. It’s accidental, her hands flying instantly to cover her mouth, and barely audible but enough to go straight to your core, to have you squeezing your legs looking for relief.

“You are a sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” You say in a low tone, never breaking eye contact with her, “What about this?”

Your free hand follows the same path as the other underneath her shirt and her back arches in a wordless answer. There’s a sick satisfaction in making her fall apart while she insists it doesn’t feel good, in seeing her body betray her pleas for you to stop.

“Take this off,” you rush, pulling her shirt up. Ningning refuses to put her arms up and tries to pry your hands away from her body, claw-like nails digging into your arms as she keeps begging for you to stop but you don’t hesitate on slapping her hands away, forcing her arms up as well as her shirt in a swift movement. She stills, stares at you dumbfounded and you scoff, “What? It’s okay to play with your little tits but you draw the line at me seeing them?”

It’s not okay and you know it. She tries again to push you away when you lean closer to reach behind her back and open her bra, failing to realize her position between the couch and yourself and that all her squirming only gets her body more and more into yours. She stops then as the straps slide down her arms and the piece falls to her lap, chest to chest with you, her face twisting and there’s that noise again, the whimper that makes your insides burn. She looks too pretty, teary wide eyes and blushed cheeks, lips parted and tempting you for a kiss. The idea of sitting on her face crosses your mind and the mere thought of her looking up at you from between your legs with the same wide eyes makes your hole clench around nothing, you can feel yourself growing slick.

But now your tongue craves to taste her much more than your own cunt craves her mouth.

Even her skin tastes nice on your tongue, going gooseflesh as you suck on a certain point of her neck and the effect it has on her is some kind of sorcery. She seems to forget everything; the struggling, the begging, where you two are. Fails to keep quiet when your mouth reaches her breasts, taking one nipple gently between teeth and sucking it greedily. You feel her bucking her hips, searching for friction, and glance up at her, seeing the way she covers her mouth with a hand trying to muffle her noises, tears rolling down her cheeks while she stares into your eyes with a certain look that makes you grin against her chest — no more fear or disgust but shame for liking it something so vile being done against her.

After a few minutes you pull back to admire your work, her chest heaving, puffy nipples shining with spit and even though you know better than to leave marks, the bruise looks cute on the soft underside of her breast. Your hand slides down her belly in no time, toying with the hem of her sweatpants for a moment before sliding further down between her legs and she begins squirming again, gripping on your shoulder and trying to push you away in vain, making you chuckle, watching her face carefully.

It’s a sight to see, the way her fighting merges with acceptance, clenched fists against your chest at the same time she lifts one leg so her foot can rest on the couch, unconsciously — or not — spreading herself and making it much easier for you to feel her soaked entrance through her underwear. Suddenly so quiet as you pull it to the side, no stops or crying or begging, only a shaky you’re sick cut off by a moan as a finger slides inside her.

It takes one, two, three slow ins and outs and the press of your thumb on her clit to have her melting, hands that once pushed you away now grabbing onto your shirt just for the sake of it, pliant under you like you wanted her to be from the beginning. Still, it’s not enough.

Your movements slow down almost to the point of stopping, no other choice for her but move on her own trying to feel something and you let her.

“Ningning?” She hums absently in answer, more cunt-thinking than anything else. You kiss her cheek lovingly and drag your lips to her ear to whisper, “Why aren’t you screaming?”

Ningning stills and frowns, blinking at you. “What?”

“Why aren’t you screaming? I never tried to stop you from doing so.”

She just stares at you in confusion, mouth open-close-open-close like a fish out of water, “I don’t—”

“None of that! Just admit it, silly girl, it’s nice, isn’t it?” She moans loudly as your thumb is suddenly too fast and slippery over her clit and your hand is fast over her mouth, hissing quiet! through teeth. “I’ll ask you again, why aren’t you screaming?”

You uncover her mouth and she takes a few deep breaths. She looks down between your bodies, at where your hand disappears and moves inside her pants and the squelching noises get louder as her hole gets wetter around your finger. When she looks back at you, her lips tremble and the tears are back in her eyes, ready to spill. It’s really quiet, between sniffs and if you weren’t so close to her you certainly wouldn’t have heard it, “Because… Because I like it?”

There she is.

“You do?” Your smile is so big your cheeks hurt, voice sugar coated and you know you look crazy or sick like she called you. “That’s my girl!”

You take her lips and there’s a brief moment of resisting before she’s yours completely, the tension leaving her body; parting her lips to let your tongue in. You pull away and she moves forward, following you with a pout, needing more, whining as you push her to lay back again. As you slide down to your knees, Ningning lifts her hips without you saying a thing, squirming impatiently when you take time to unlace and take off her sneakers, like the minutes aren’t passing — like you aren’t salivating.

Ningning is not the biggest example of patience, shoves her own pants and underwear down and spreads her legs wide, sitting more at the edge of the couch, closer to your face. Pretty just like you thought she would be, soaked and glistening under the lights, wetness sliding out of her cunt and down to her ass.

“Look at you,” you say, kissing a path on the inside of her thighs but never looking away and she squirms a bit uncomfortably under the weight of your stare.

Hands in your hair urge your mouth closer and you’re too desperate to tell her to not touch, so instead, you give in.

She’s salty and sweet and so much better than you could’ve imagined, mouth wide open and not holding back, doing your best to savor every single drop she gives you and more. Too wet, too much, tries to close her legs when your nose bumps repeatedly against her clit, which has you using both hands to force her legs spread and barking for her to stop moving. She struggles to keep quiet and it’s totally your fault, you should be careful, but there has never been anything careful about the way you eat pussy and it shouldn’t be different with her, especially with her. Head side to side, tongue flat and up, up, down, down, deeper into her hole—

You sit back on your heels, panting, fingers replacing your mouth on her slit and smearing arousal all over her puffy lips, her breath hitching when your middle and index finger slide inside her with ease while you watch slightly in awe, straight and deep, scissoring movements to stretch her open, her eyes rolling back when you crook them up.

Ningning curses under her breath, toys with her own tits in a failed way to try and mimic how you played with them earlier, the constant rubbing of your fingers against the spongy spot inside her being too much for her to think straight and not enough for her to cum and you know that, it’s on purpose and all on your face, a shark-like grin, your eyes flickering between her pretty face, eyes closed shut and biting her lip so hard you worry she might hurt herself, and her pussy, how your fingers come out more wet at each pump and her clit is begging for your attention.

She can barely open her eyes, a small line that is more tears than anything else looking down at you. Reaches for your wrist and pulls it more into her, fingers deeper, holding it so tightly it hurts, gasps, “Just a little—”

Kissing her mound, you nod, “Shh, I know, honey, I know.”

And you do know, not thinking much before using your free hand to expose her clit and spitting on it, action that has her almost sliding from the couch with how hard her hips buck. Slippery and red and aching, you wrap your lips around it and moan against her, sucking mercilessly.

If you were in the mood to be meaner, you would hold her down; if you had more time, you would be meaner; if you weren’t in a dressing room fucking her during a break and risking being caught, you would have more time, so you let her have her fun rocking against your face in a desperate search for relieve, almost like fucking your mouth.

Ningning tosses her head back and you can’t see more than her mouth falling in a soundless scream, your hand crawling up her torso to touch the breasts she had now let go and it’s impossible to drag you deeper and yet it’s what it feels like with her walls clenching around your fingers.

There’s a soft touch on your forehead, a push, harder and harder when your mouth doesn’t back away from her core, a cry from above you, “S-top, I can’t—”

You barely move to speak, annoyed, “Don’t you dare push me away again.”

She doesn’t.

It’s not for her pleasure anymore but yours and you couldn’t care less, slurping noises filling the room, the thought of if someone outside can hear it crossing your mind. The way her body curls up, small hands grabbing at your hair to the point it hurts, her pretty face twisted in such a scowl that if you didn’t know you would think she is in pain with the moments that pass and your tongue doesn’t stop swirling around the sensitive bud between her legs driving her into overstimulation, all of it makes your desire to keep going until she’s wasted increase and it’s a shame that you can’t. To her relief you let go of her clit with a wet, loud sound, tongue flat in a last taste, and her body falls slack back on the couch, breathless, subtle twitches of her legs as you kiss the inside of her thighs, pumping your fingers a few more times before pulling out just to hear her whine again.

You stare at your glistening fingers, ready to lick them clean before an idea pops into your mind, rising from the floor to sit by her side. Ningning opens her eyes as you get closer to her, teary orbs widening as you grab her by the neck, not saying a thing before shoving your fingers past her already parted lips and filling her mouth with her own taste. You don’t apologize when you reach too deep and she gags, instead presses down on her tongue and smiles proudly when she starts to suck.

“Good girl,” you mutter, transfixed by the way her lips wrap around your fingers and her head bobs slightly, one hand holding your hand in place, eyes looking into yours, “I told you it was going to be nice, didn’t I?”

“It was,” she says, letting go of your wrist and your digits fall from her lips, your hand sliding to her waist, leaving a trail of spit behind. She smiles, “I had fun.”

Ningning looks cute, at ease, like a switch had been flipped inside her head considering how she was struggling against you minutes before, now not caring that she’s still completely naked in front of you nor about the way you hungrily stare down at her.

“You should get dressed, soon someone will come looking for you.”

Her face falls, something close to disappointment washing over it and not going unnoticed by you, caressing her cheek and making her look at you while arching an eyebrow as if who says what?

Ningning huffs and blows a strand of hair a bit childishly, then gestures to your body, “You don’t want me to… repay the favor?”

“Are you that desperate to touch me?” You say nonchalantly, smirking at the way her face reddens twice more and she stutters to explain herself. “I’m messing with you. Next time, yeah? Now get dressed.”

It’s adorable the way her eyes shine at the mention of next time, nodding happily. You get up and walk to your vanity desk, looking through your makeup artist’s things in search of something to clean her face. Shooting a glance to the mirror, you watch her.

It feeds your ego to see a girl shaking and looking a bit lost because of what you did to her and it’s no different with Ningning, flushed face and pouting, too numb to properly stand and almost tripping on her pants. She struggles with her bra and you step closer, motioning for her to turn around and she promptly obeys, murmuring a quiet thank you when you clasp the piece.

She doesn’t object when you hold her chin, wiping her tears and mascara stained cheeks with cleansing tissues. “Unnie?”

“Hm?”

She chews on her lip nervously. “Are we… Can I… I mean, were you serious about the song?”

You tilt your head, frowning at her. She has her reasons to doubt you, you know that, but you can’t help but get offended. 

“What, you think I lied to you? That I said that just to fuck you? You really think so low of me?”

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head frantically, has a hard time speaking because of how harshly you’re grabbing her face, “No, no, but you said Minjeong—”

“And? I say a lot of things when I’m mad. I do want you on the song, Ningning,” you say, more bitterly than you really meant, “but she’s a good second choice if you keep acting up.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

“Yeah, you better not.” You let go of her and walk to the other side of the room, throwing the wipes on the small trash can. There’s silence, only the annoying repetitive noise of the ceiling fan as you scribble your number down on a piece of paper, even adding a small heart and handing it to her. She takes it, unfolds to take a look and gasps, corner of her lips curving upward. “Don’t lose it, call me or text me tonight. I will also ask my manager to contact your team.”

“Oka—”

You cut her off with a kiss, hands flying to her waist and pulling her closer. Ningning moans against your lips and you wish you could torture her for a little more, savor her for just a few more minutes, but there’s a knock on the door, the familiar voice of her manager making her head snap around. She pouts, not wanting to let go either, turning back to you with a questioning look.

“What happened here, it stays between us,” she nods, giggling girlishly as you boop her nose and give her a last peck on the lips. “Now go.”

She leaves with a look over her shoulder and a small wave, to which you wink in return and mouth a call me, blush creeping up her face instantly. Afterwards, sitting down with your makeup artist doing her work on your face, you think about how much easier it is to play with her than you thought it would be — and how it might last.

a/n: so...that was it. i'm sorry if it feels rushed in certain parts and if it lacks on others, it’s not my best work and i wish i could’ve done something better but at certain point this was really stressing me out 😭 we hit 2k followers a few days ago and i'm really thankful for all of you guys and the support, it feels good knowing that there people out there that think like me! i'm sorry for not being as active as in the beginning, i'll try my best to fix that!

i think a few changes are going to happen, i don't know, i still have a lot of asks to answer and i don't know when i'll finish that, in a few days my anon inbox will be closed again 😭 i hope you guys understand that, i'm not ignoring anyone, it just overwhelms me! maybe i'll post more long fics, i have some ideas, or maybe just make more of my own posts like i said once... let's see!

i love all of you, thanks for being here with me for this whole year — yep, we also hit one year!

with love, simi 🤍

#writing.txt #aespa smut #ningning smut #ningning x reader #ning yizhuo x reader #girlgroup smut #gxg smut #aespa imagines #ningning imagines #cw: dubcon #cw: age difference #cw: power imbalance

[panda-writes-kpop]

international love ~ huh yunjin (requested!)

a/n: Merry Christmas, everyone!! my Christmas present to y'all is the promise that I'm working on request, albeit slowly, but I'm getting there. loved writing this fic (yunjin my beloved), and I hope everyone else enjoys it just as much. And to the person that requested this, I hope this is what you were looking for. 🫶

tw: a bit of angst at the beginning that turns into fluff, long distance relationship, a bit suggestive at the end

word count ~ 1.7k

summary: you've been missing your girlfriend, huh yunjin, since she went to Korea to chase her dreams of becoming an idol. now that your career as an actor has taken off, the two of you have a chance to reunite in the city of dreams: NYC.

♡ Masterlist ♡

"Babe."

You snap out of your thoughts at the sound of Yunjin's voice coming from your phone speaker.

"I'm listening, Yunjin, there's just some loud noises going on outside of my apartment." You bluff, hoping she'll buy it.

In truth, you hadn't been listening to her, but you had been thinking about her. She's been away in Korea for a year and a half, and you've been missing her presence as of late. Long distance worked for the two of you, when she wasn't busy with schedules and you weren't busy with your work.

As a rising American star, you had your own filming schedule to deal with. Movie production had just wrapped up for the night, and you know that Yunjin would be starting her day with interviews, dance practice, or whatever else kept her busy throughout the morning.

Whatever it was, she would often have a bit of downtime when the cameras turned off, and she'd pull out her phone and start messaging you. Messages turned into phone calls, and soon you'd find yourself talking to her face-to-face until she was interrupted by her manager, or your agent was calling you to confirm a booking of sorts.

The distance had been rough on you two, at first, but you looked forward to your nightly - and her daily - calls. Still, you couldn't help but miss hearing her laugh in person, the way her lips met your cheek every time you woke up together, or the feeling of her resting in your arms after a long day.

"Are your neighbors still practicing their drums at this hour?" Yunjin throws her head back and laughs, and every bit of you wishes that you could reach through the phone and kiss her at this moment.

There was no drumming to be heard but the beat of your heart in your eardrums, but you played along with her idea - it's better than any lie you could've come up with.

"Yeah, they're still at it. I wish they'd get picked up by a touring 80s band so I can have a night of peace." You draw out your sigh, which gets a stifled giggle from Yunjin.

"I wish I was there with you. I bet you'd forget about all that noise if you were with me." She teases as you widely smile.

"Me too, Yunjin, me too."

An all-consuming silence washes all over the both of you as thousands of words threaten to roll off your tongue.

I wish you'd come back to America. I wish I could come and visit you. I adore everything about you.

I miss you.

"Yunjin-ah, stop talking with them before the manager scolds you again!" 

You hear Eunchae softly scold her older member as Yunjin shouts a reply that the microphone doesn't pick up. 

"Sorry, babe, I've got to go. Same time tomorrow?" She tilts her head, and you nearly lose all composure at the gesture.

"Sounds good, darling. I love you, and I'm so proud of you." You softly say as Yunjin waves goodbye.

"I love you too-"

"YUNJIN-"

The call cuts off before you hear Eunchae lay into Yunjin, and you let yourself smile for a moment before laying your phone on the nightstand. 

Your head hits the pillow as you close your eyes and imagine a world where there isn't thousands of miles between you and your lover.

~

"I have good news." Your lips almost betray you as Yunjin leans in towards you. "I'm headed to New York to do some promotion for the movie!"

Yunjin lets out a scream that would've been ear-shattering if you had been in the same room as her. She happily claps for you as you take a pretend bow.

"That's great! When are you going to New York?"

"Sometime in late October. My agent is working out the details now." You think back to your last conversation with your agent, where they happily told you that you will only have a couple of scheduled events over those two weeks. That means that you'd finally have a break, which was exactly what you needed at this moment.

You just found yourself wishing that Yunjin could be by your side for those two weeks.

Yunjin scrunches her eyebrows for a moment, deep in thought, before responding.

"Can't wait to hear about all of your amazing adventures. You'll take pictures, won't you?" 

"Honey, you know that you're much better at photography than I will ever be," You hold back a laugh as Yunjin attempts to sway you by slightly pouting, "but I'll do my best for you."

The smile on her face reappears as she happily tells you all about her day, and the misadventures of her and the other members over the week.

"You girls sound like you have so much fun together." You comment after her last story, but she notices the way your lips turn downwards before recovering into a soft smile. 

"Is everything alright?"

"I mean, I'm good, but I've been really missing you as of late."

"Aww, I've missed you too." Yunjin glances away from her phone for a moment before looking back at you. "Can I tell you something?"

"Of course." You nod as Yunjin sticks her pinky up towards her phone. "What are you doing?"

"You have to promise not to tell anyone."

"Yunjin, this is ridiculous-"

"Promise me." Her voice switches to a serious tone, which sends you backpedaling immediately.

"I promise." You stick up your pinky, and it takes everything in you not to laugh as you both shake your phones in agreement.

"Now that that's settled, I can tell you the good news: we're headed to America for some of our promotions."

"Yunjin, that's so exciting for you and the girls!" You proudly say. "You all deserve it, you've been busting your asses for a long time."

"I also may or may not have heard that we have a scheduled performance in New York..."

Your eyes light up the moment she mentions New York.

"Tell me when and where, as soon as you know. I'll be there, I promise you." Your heart quickens at the thought of Yunjin being near you again, but you know she probably wouldn't have time with all of her schedules.

You gently let yourself down as Yunjin glances away again.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna be late for dance practice. See you tomorrow!" She blows you a kiss before ending the call.

Tonight, you fall asleep with thoughts of Yunjin by your side.

New York, here I come.

~

NYC was the city of dreams. It was the place where you were first scouted, the first set for your first movie, and the first late night show that you were ever featured on was in NYC. You had a love for the bustling city and its endless streams of people, even as some of them pushed you to the side as you walked down the street.

After finishing your first interview with another cast member earlier in the week, you were done with promotions until the weekend. That left you with enough time to see LE SSERAFIM perform a few songs and do a close-up interview with fans. You didn't want to draw any attention to yourself, so you donned a face mask with a pair of sunglasses in order to draw attention away from yourself. Besides a few odd glances here and there, it tended to do the job.

You slipped into the back of the venue, with your agent by your side. They wanted to see the girl they'd been hearing about for months, and you wanted to get the girls a new fan. It was a win-win scenario for all.

The girls came out to loud screams from the crowd, and you absorbed yourself in their energy as you cheered along with them. You spot Yunjin from a mile away, but she won't recognize you. 

You told her you'd be there, but you'd keep yourself hidden. You didn't want to start any rumors between yourself and the girls, considering how badly that could go for either of you. 

Besides, with the help of a begrudging manager, you had something special planned for later in the night.

~

You anxiously await Yunjin in the hotel room while you're dressed in your finest clothes. She was supposed to be back a few minutes ago, the manager assured you, so everything was ready in time. 

You had a spread of her favorite foods prepared by one of your favorite chefs in NYC. You'd also taken the luxury of getting a window-side room that opened up to the busy streets of NYC. The view was breathtaking, but you couldn't imagine anything looking better than Huh Yunjin walking through that door.

You immediately jump to attention when you hear someone fiddling with the doorknob. A few voices come from the outside, and you realize it's her members. They wish her a lovely evening, and you hear the confusion in Yunjin's voice until she opens the door and sees you.

Her eyes widen as she sets aside her luggage in time to receive your hug. She squeezes tighter than you do, and once you're both satisfied, you pull away enough to give her the kiss you've been waiting for.

Yunjin is sweet like cherries and refreshing like the ocean, so you're nearly knocked to the ground when her lips leave yours.

"I missed that," She breathlessly says before letting out a small laugh, "but I missed you more."

She pulls you in to kiss your cheek before grabbing her luggage and heading inside. You quickly close the door behind her before taking her hand and leading her around the room.

"You did all of this... for me?" The surprise in her voice is evident, as is the genuineness in yours. 

"I knew that this might be the last time we see each other for a while, so I wanted to make it special, just for you."

"Just for me?" She's astounded, as if you wouldn't climb a thousand mountains to please her every whim.

"Love, I'd do anything to keep that smile on your face."

Her smile reappears as she drops her luggage off at the bedroom door. Yunjin turns back to you with a mischievous look on her face.

"Since we've got the place to ourselves, why not make up for lost time?"

You don't have to state your agreement before she pulls you in for another kiss. Thousands of kisses are shared that night, the night you won't forget until you and Yunjin are reunited once more.

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[abravesoul03]

THE DEVIL WITHIN?!

(WOLF'LO CHOCOL VER.)

GP! CHOCOL X FEM READER

NEXT PART

Warning: ( Illegal age gap!/GP!Chocol/ Angst / Reader being forced/ Reader's virginity being taken away /somewhat of drunk Chocol?)

Note: ⚠️THIS WHOLE THING IS PURE FICTION, ANYTHING SAID OR WRITTEN HERE IS PURE FICTION ⚠️

A/N: Hi sweeties I'm back, with another Devil within series. Actually my first one for a non DC character. Hope you loves enjoy ♥️♥️♥️

"such a fucking slut aren't you hmm?" Gayoung grabs your hair in a ponytail, tilting your head so could make eye contact.

"awnser me pretty girl? Standing at the side of the road, with that slutty outfit raising your hand for a dirty fuck to pick you up?"

You were really scared, You were so new to this. In fact this is not what you wanted at all. You were just a runaway teen. No home, no food, no one to help you. You tried to shelter yourself at a local park for a few days. Until one night a man approached you to be a sex worker under him.

"you'll get your own palace and food, on top of that money. Just one thing is exchange, be my sex worker? What do you say?"

The offer sounds like a fucking shit wreck but you needed the money so you agreed half hearted.

It was your first night out working. You were given a really revealing outfit . And there was a girl who helped you with your hair. The van was filled with a few other girls too. The guy who was now your boss stopped at a dark alley in Gangnam.

"ok girls we're here, and remember. What you earn, half of it is mine. Everyone get out except for y/n."

The girl who sat beside you could feel your nerves rolling up, she offered her hand in a comforting manner.

"hey, it'll be alright. You'll get used to it. It's the only way of survival we have." You nod keeping your head low.

Each girl got out one by one leaving you and your boss lastly. From the driver seat he turned to you and handed you a little cell phone. The ones which you can only make phone calls with.

"here take this, you have a special client tonight. She's one of our important ones. She specifically booked you. You'll get a phone call from her soon, and once your done call me and I'll pick you up from her place. Got it? Oh and don't get on her bad side. You can go now."

You got out from the van, as he drove away.

What did he meant 'she'?!

Special client?

Specifically booked me?

Your thoughts were burnt away as the cellphone rang. You hesitantly picked it up.

"H-hello?"

"look to your left, there's a black Supra right? Go to it and get in." The call was hanged up.

(a/n: yes sweeties I'm a Toyota Supra gal😍)

It was a woman's voice. Her voice was a little deep. You saw the Supra at far end of the alley and went towards it. Your steps got heavier as you neared the car. You got in and met by women who looked like she was in her thirties. She was wearing a hat, and somewhat had a light toned hair. That's what you make out of the darkness.

The air was getting awkward. You kept your head low. She didn't say anything and just drove off. Around 20 mins later she drove into a parking lot and parked her car.

"follow me." She spoke up and got out.

You did as you were told. Then you realised she had brought you to a hotel. She looked at you with cold eyes, you could have sworn that it would have pierced through your brain. She grabbed your hand walked with you. The both of you walked in the hotel, she pulled you towards the elevator.

You took a small glance at her when the doors opened. Her slender hand still holding onto yours. She was already staring at you. There was something in her that you exactly couldn't tell but she looked pissed, you weren't sure if she was pissed at you or something else.

Once the elevator doors opened at floor number 7, she walked out still holding your hand. She stopped at room '825', taking out a keycard and scanning it.

When you got in, she closed the door behind you took of her shoes and cap. You did the same. Soon she pulled you further into the room. From the looks of it, the was prebooked or something.

A few bags and clothes here and there.

She let go of your hand a sat on the bed, patting the space besides her initiating you sit with her as well, so you did. She turned onto the tv to break the silence as took a glass bottle from the bed side table. It looked like liquor.

She took off the cork of it and drank some of it, and yes you were right it was some type of alcohol. Great it was already worse enough to be sex worker and now you have to deal with a drunk one? Great, just great.

Minutes passed as you felt movement from your side. The women scooted over to sit closer to you. Her hand rubbed over your exposed thigh.

"Get up." Her voice was low. You did, waiting for her next command. She unbuckled her belt and took of her pants, to your surprise she was wearing boxers. She motioned her index finger telling to come closer. As you did she took of her remaining clothes, leaving her only in her boxers. Once you were beside her she pulled you on top of her.

"Take off my shorts." She commanded you. It surprised you, what was really behind that piece of fabric. A little soft looking cock was presented to you. This was your first time coming face to face with one. Both a dick and a women with a dick.

"Suck it."

You were still stunned as to what you were seeing, which led to your lack of response.

"I asked you to suck."

Again no response. She snapped the third time. Her left index finger and thumb holding your jaw. As she spat out through her gritted teeth.

"I. Asked. You. To. Fucking. Suck me!!"

Her right hand made contact with your cheek. She slapped you. Her eyes were hooded, with both lust and anger. She got up and pushed you onto the bed roughly.

"Didn't that fucking bastard told you not to get on my fucking bad side whore?!"

"H-he did, I'm s-sorry-"

Another harsh slap was delivered to your cheek. Tears filled up at the corner of yours eyes threatening to fall any minute. Your vision was being blurred. Is this what meant as in speacial client? Who's gonna treat you like shit? This is not how you wanted things to turn out.

"such a fucking slut aren't you hmm?" Gayoung grabs your hair in a ponytail, tilting your head so could make eye contact.

"awnser me pretty girl? Standing at the side of the road, with that slutty outfit raising your hand for a dirty fuck to pick you up?"

She pulled you closer and stuffed her dick into your mouth. Tears streaming down your cheeks, your cries and pleades being muffled by her cock. A few minutes later she pulls out from your mouth, tapping it againts your lips.

Your tried your best to beg her to let you go. This was disgusting. You just wanted die right now.

"P-please let me go, I-I don't want this a-anymore-"

This time her came up to your throat, choking you. "Let you go? Fine, let me use that fucking cunt of yours first whore."

She flipped you over, ripping of your panties off. She got behind you thrusting her fingers in you. It hurt you.

"p-please I'm begging y-you s-stop- Ahh!"

She smacked your ass harshly.

"Shut the fuck up. One more word and your done!!" She warned with another smack.

Your felt disgusted. Giving up your virginity to a complete stranger let alone like this, a sex worker.

You tried to spare yourself by trying to keep quiet. Excepting your fate. Tears streaming down your face, as you thought it couldn't get worse. She pulled out her fingers, thinking it was over.

Not until a sharp scream was elected from you due to the piercing pain at your core. Something big, hot and wet being pushed in. You felt her hand pushing your head down on the pillows, muffling your sounds.

The pain was getting unbearable, your insides were burning. And soon after it all went dark.

(*・～・*)(*・～・*)(*・～・*)(*・～・*)(*・～・)

A pair of strong arms were wrapped around your waist. Soft heartbeat ringing through your ear. Your arm draped over her belly.

Your eyes slowly opened, scanning the unfamiliar surrounding as memories from last night flashed out. You tried to move your arm, you were aware that she was sleeping besides you. You were careful to not wake her up. God knows what she'll do to you again.

But may luck not be on your side, she woke up from your movements. She gripped thightly onto your wrist looking at you. With that same cold eyes.

Your heart was pounding, is she going to do something to you again? But the thing she did was unexpected. She placed a gentle kiss your wrist and spoke up with her deep voice.

"I'm sorry."

Her words were more than enough to push you over the edge of your already overwhelmed state. Which made you break done on her chest.

"H-hey look please don't cry, I'm sorry if I hurt you."

Gayoung was confused, why were you crying? Did she hurt you badly? Did it still hurt?

She tried stroking your head as you pushed her hand away.

"D-don't touch me please, p-please don't h-hurt me."

Her eyes softened. She felt bad, she did pay for you but still she was sympathetic towards your state.

"look, let me help you. Do you need anything?"

Gayoung got out of bed put on her shorts and got you a glass of water and a painkiller.

"please take this, it's just a painkiller. I promise, please trust me."

You were really hesitant but did so, in hopes of your pain being reduced.

The room was once again silent. You staring at your hands. Gayoung sitting at the edge of the bed staring at the wall. A few moments later She got up switching on the TV, in hopes of breaking the silence.

But Gayoung wasn't definitely prepared to see the news. As the TV flashed today's headlines, one specifically caught her attention which made her whole body go numb and her face pale.

(MISSING TEEN Y/N L/N, 18, LAST SEEN ILSAN CENTRE 5DAYS AGO)

Your pic was then flashed on the screen.

Gayoung turned towards you, as your head hung low hearing the news as well.

"Y/N L/N?"

-THE END-

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A/N: Btw should I make a part 2 of this? Maybe where in Chocol discovers the truth about the reader?

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[cheesygroove]

Let's play rock paper scissors all night It's fine, I'll let you win

moonbyul x fem!reader — contains smut; overall pwp. sub!mb. overestimulation. no other cws. 380 words. minors dni.

The straps of Byulyi's outfit are neatly tied at her abs with a delicate lace just over her belly button. Your hand is under its thin fabric, feeling it tightening and loosening over your fingers as her breathing rhythm stays ragged. It poses a weak resemblance to how her inner walls once clenched on your digits — what's left of that now sticks to her stomach, on a trail that accuses you of contouring Byulyi's ab muscles with her own juices.

Her unintelligent and whispery requests bring a smile to your lips. On a usual day, Byulyi has a way with words, unless under your spell. 

"Any trouble with saying something, huh? What you wanna tell me, babe?"

Instead of speaking, she simply holds your hand and slides it down to the place that just got the most attention from you. Your fingers merely ghost past her folds — enough to elicit a shy moan from the rapper's mouth. 

Even the slightest increase in pressure against her vulva seems too much at this point. Her face contorts, but the sounds she makes are from pleasure. "Cute," you whisper, moving closer to her core, making sure that your warm breath is felt against it, "so sensitive because of me."

Two digits slip into her without a hint of friction, and Byulyi has no time to think before your tongue joins in stimulating her clit. Even though she seems like in a dazed state, her hip movements meet your thrusts halfway. Eyes widened, mouth agape with no sound coming out of it — until a loud ah is let out accompanied by a flood that soaks your palm. 

You gasp against her intimacy, mouth letting her personally know just how much you appreciate her efforts. Because Byulyi has earned it, you allow her to ride out the remaining climax with a tender passing of your tongue throughout her labia and clit, sweetly devouring every drip she gives you.

Upon getting up, the vision escalates from her abs, which contract and relax as Byulyi gasps for air, to her head that faces up, eyes lost in the ceiling. While not knowing that you're looking, she mouths an I love you and smiles lopsidedly.

You mouth it back, knowing she won't see it either.  

a/n: I'm terribly rusty, but I wanted to read/write sub!byul for a while. hope you enjoyed. xx

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[ryuluvr]

masterlist!

hi everyone, since im starting to write more now i thought a quick introduction and some links to my current work would be a good idea!!

i will update this post and add my work here as they get completed!

im 21, she/her pronouns and a lesbian.

please call me barbie for now!

i only write for (girl group) idols who are of age and those i am comfortable writing for. i mostly write about itzy x fem reader but i am open to other groups and fem idol x fem idol.

my requests are open for fics, imagines, headcanons, etc, just send in an anon ask! i write both smut and fluff.

ITZY

twilight temptations (rich!ryujin x stripper!reader / smut)

during the night (ryujin x 6th member!reader / fluff)

mommy kink ryujin (imagine / smut)

jealousy (best friend!ryujin x reader / smut)

ryujin headcanons (smut)

girlfriend ryujin headcanons (fluff + 1 smut mention)

livestream (girlfriend!ryujin x cam!girl!reader / smut)

needy (softdom!ryujin x thighrider!reader / smut)

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[dreamofsiyeon]

Return of A Member

Dreamcatcher x Reader

General Fic (No Romance or Anything)

Summary: The 8th member of Dreamcatcher joins just in time for the release of "What."

Words: 3.7k

A/N: I wrote this in roughly one and a half hours. I'm 90% sure this was a wild hyperfixation. It doesn't have much of a plot, but enjoy.

When Dreamcatcher made a comeback with their newest song, “What,” with a new member, the fanbase erupted into pure chaos.

You laid in bed, nestled in your mountain of blankets, on your phone the night the first Teaser Images for “What” came out, scrolling through the comments. The sound of laughter floated through the closed bedroom door and light leaked into the room through the small crack at the bottom of the door.

The rest of the group was piled into the living room. They had said they were going to find a movie to watch, but it sounded like things had devolved from there. You weren’t surprised. It happened quite often. Often enough that you and your introvert self knew that you would be better off retreating to your room instead of joining them. Besides, even if you had stayed, you probably wouldn’t have understood much of what they said. 

Your understanding of Korean was better than it had been a few years ago, but it still had a long way to go before you could call yourself fluent. You could read mostly everything, you could follow conversations relatively easily, and your pronunciation was good enough, but you still found it difficult to understand anything when words were interspersed with laughs and the occasional scream of delight. 

You enjoyed the time alone in your room, anyway. You had a good hour of two alone before Dami came in to get ready for bed.

Just as you had expected, the comments were flooded with questions and speculations about you. It was quite a shame, honestly, how little attention was being put on your fellow members, but they had all known what would happen. 

Since the announcement of you joining Dreamcatcher had been released two weeks earlier, the whole fandom had been in an uproar. 

They knew your stage name, Hyeon—a name you picked from a list the company had presented to you because, apparently, having a very, very American name as your idol name wasn’t recommended. They had series of selfies that you’d taken and posted on all the official Dreamcatcher social media accounts under the careful guidance of one of the many managers working for the group. They knew that you were to be a main vocalist beside Siyeon. They knew that you were Korean-American. But that was about it.

The comment section of those posts had been filled with what you could only describe as chaos. 

Half of the comments had been about how excited they were to see what you could do and what you were capable of and the other half had been full of anger at the company bringing a foreigner into a perfectly good group.

You hadn’t been surprised of the comments then, and you certainly weren’t surprised about them now.

You read through the comments, your eyes lingering on the particularly foul ones.

There was an overwhelming amount of people complaining about how “unnecessary” it was to bring you into the group. They already had a main vocalist, they didn’t need another one. Seven was a good number and bringing it up to eight only made the choreos and the positioning weird and uneven. 

Those, you could understand. They were logical complaints that came from a logical source. 

Siyeon was a fabulous vocalist, the best you’d ever heard. Listening to her sing during recordings and hearing her voice occasionally float through the dorm was like entering a dream world. It was heavenly. You weren’t on her level, yet the company thought that you were, and decided that the group would benefit from having you as the second main vocalist. You weren’t about to argue with your employers. 

The choreography of “What” had many, many moments where they were asymmetrical in their positions and where one person had to be positioned behind another. It annoyed you to no end, especially when you were placed in front of one of your group members. Having an even number of members in a group was messy, even when it was like that from debut.

Then there was the illogical responses that couldn’t be called anything but insults. 

There were comments where people were calling you ugly, saying that your visuals weren’t up to par with the rest of the group. There were ones that said you were a horrible singer and dancer, all based on the fact that you were half-American, despite the fact that they’d neither heard you sing or seen you dance. 

You tried to ignore those comments, but it was hard. Even though you knew they would come, even though you had prepared yourself, that didn’t stop them from hitting you hard and deep.

Of course, there were nice comments. And those nice comments were really, really nice. They warmed your heart and brought a wide grin to your lips. 

They praised your visuals and talked how excited they were to see the new addition to the group. They were ready and eager to see what kind of future this would bring. They wanted to see what type of interactions you would have with their biases. They wanted to know who you would room with, who you had the best charisma with. 

Then there was the American fans that filled the comments with how excited they were to have an American in their favorite group. They practically screamed in joy at the prospect that the group would have someone that spoke fluent English.

The love was just as loud as the hate, but you couldn’t deny that the sting of the hate hit deeper than the warmth of the love.

You looked at the time on your phone—12:42—and let out a strangled sigh.

You’d been doom-scrolling for a good hour, skimming through comments and following replies full of hateful words. Tears stung in your eyes and pain hung heavy in your chest. 

You knew that indulging the haters and reading through the comments was no good. JiU, the group leader, had advised you to stick away from the comments for that very reason, but you hadn’t listened like the fool you were. You should’ve listened to her advice. She was older, and wiser, and had been in the industry longer than you had. She was the leader for very good reason. 

The door to the bedroom eased open, allowing the room to be bathed in the yellow glow of the lights. Dami stepped into the room and quickly closed the door behind herself.

You dropped your phone on the bed beside you which was quickly swallowed up by blankets and sat up in bed. You reached over and flicked on the light that sat on the table beside your bed so that Dami could see as she made her way across the bedroom.

She was dressed in light gray pajamas, with her hair done back in a braid. Her phone was clutched in her hand. She settled onto the bed that sat across from yours.

Dami didn’t say anything. She merely offered you a smile and laid down in bed to scroll on her phone. 

A moment passed before you turned the light off and turned around in bed to face the wall. You scoured for your phone in the sea of blankets and pulled it out. You made sure to keep the brightness of your phone down and tucked into a place that wouldn’t bother Dami’s eyes as you scrolled through Instagram. 

It was only a few minutes before your attention was turned back to the unending stream of comments. A new one was posted every minute. Thankfully, it had calmed down and a lot of the comments were turning into a torrent of compliments for your fellow members.

It was nearly 2:00 in the morning before you were able to pull your attention away from your phone and finally get to sleep.

☽☆☾

The next morning you were too busy to check the comments.

You got up at 8:30 with a grand total of 5 hours of asleep and had to take the speediest shower possible in order to have time to eat a breakfast and get to the gym to meet with your personal trainer by 9:00.

The company had you meeting with a personal trainer for an hour a day to help you work on the muscles and cardio that you needed to carry through with all the upcoming choreos. They wanted you singing live when you made your debut appearance on your first stage. After all, you were a main vocalist. If you couldn’t keep a steady voice throughout the performance, you hardly deserved the title. You had to at least match Siyeon in endurance, and that was no easy task.

The other members had gotten to that place through their training period and had been able to stay there since debut. Your training had ended at the same time as theirs but instead of debuting alongside them, you’d been drawn back to America by your father’s death. 

You’d thought it had been the end of your career. Your group, the people that were supposed to be your family, had debuted without you. They were carrying on with their careers, reaching the heights that you had spent so many years of working to achieve. You watched every one of their stages and vlogs and did your best to drop in to every live. 

You had given up on the rigorous exercise and training routine you’d been put on. You kept your love of singing, taking one vocal class a week. You never lost your joy for dance, but there was only so much two open classes a week could do.

When you got a call from Happyface Entertainment a year after you’d practically given up on your dream, you were shocked, to say the least.

They brought you to Korea as fast they could and put you on an intense training schedule from the moment you landed, much of it which you still stuck to even after four months of being in the country. An hour of exercise with a personal trainer in the morning, two hours of private dance lessons followed by lunch then three hours of vocal lessons, an hour of Korean lessons, dinner with the rest of the group, then an additional four hours of dance practice with the group. It was usually well past 10:00 before you got back to the dorm.

Even with all the work you put in, the company still wanted you to lose the weight you had gained during the year-long hiatus from training. You lost five of the twenty pounds you had gained without really trying, just from shifting to a highly active lifestyle, but you refused to actively lose weight. With the support of the rest of the group, management had dropped it. You liked your body too much to put yourself through that process for the second time.

Lunch came and you found a quiet restaurant on a street that brought you from the gym to your dance lessons. You spent a majority of the hour walking to the restaurant (your managers had offered to drive you, but you preferred the time in the fresh air that came with walking) and answering texts from your group members.

Dami asked you if you’d seen where she’d set her phone charger which she found before you could get to respond. Gahyeon sent you a picture of a bird she’d seen on her way to her dance lessons. Siyeon sent the picture of you from the first Teaser Image, a comment saying “She’s so pretty <3 <3” highlighted underneath it. And JiU asked if you would be able make it to dinner with the rest of the group that night, which you said you would try your hardest.

You still hadn’t gotten used to being around so many people, especially ones as loud and as joyous as your group was. You were used to your quiet home back in America where you lived and dined alone.

Even with the four months you’d been in Korea, you’d only had a few dozen dinners with the rest of the group. The first month, you had been completely isolated, thanks to the fact that the group was busy with their current comeback “You and I.” They hadn’t had much time to really talk to you in between your own training schedule and the never-ending schedule that came with a comeback.

The distance had been a blessing in disguise. It gave you the time and space you needed to reacquaint yourself with life in Korea and life as a kpop idol. You got to meet your group mates on your terms and as you felt comfortable.

You’d been practically thrown into the group when they started working on their next comeback, your debut. 

You went from seeing glimpses of them in the dorm and falling asleep with only a few words said to Dami to keep the awkwardness away to spending hours upon hours with them in recording studios and styling appointments and concept photos and dance practice. The transition had been rough, leading you to go practically mute as you focused every ounce of energy on your work and performing your best.

Your group had tried their hardest to break your shell from the moment they’d met you. In the practice room when you were taking a break, they would huddle in little groups to chat and drink water or have snacks. They would always invite you to join them, though often refused, using your break time to get back the energy you needed to continue on with dancing. 

In the end, it was Dami who broke you first. That mostly had to do with the fact that you shared a room with her and there was no avoiding her presence. That and the fact that she was the calmest out of them all. She matched your energy levels more than the rest of the group did.

That didn’t mean that the others didn’t find a way in. They were ruthless in their dedication to befriend you. And considering you lived in the same house as them and spent five hours a day, at least, in their company, that wasn’t too difficult of a mission. Their charisma was irresistible. 

You’d grown close to Siyeon not long after Dami, thanks to the hours in the recording studio you’d spent together. The company wanted to make sure you could easily play off her voice and be able to harmonize with her on command. It was a bit of learning curve, especially since Siyeon’s voice was impossible to match, but Siyeon was patient. She filled the long sessions with smiles and laughs and kept you hyped up. You still had quite a ways to go before you could get perfectly in-sync with her, but the company was satisfied enough with your progress that they declared you ready for the comeback.

The relationship with the rest of the group had come slowly. You were still just acquaintances with most of the group. You’d only a handful of conversations with them, all of which were quite pleasant. You had all of their numbers and they had yours, so most of your communication with them came in form of texts interspersed throughout the day. You liked it that way. You weren’t pushed into conversations you weren’t ready for and you were still able to make a connection with your new family.

Just as you were finishing lunch, you got a message from your manager saying that they wanted you to skip out on your Korean lessons and head back to the dorm to join a vlive with JiU and Yoohyeon. They wanted you to speak with your fans a little and hopefully grow yourself more support.

After lunch, you continued on with your vocal lessons before being picked up in a car and brought back to the dorms.

Your chest fluttered with nerves and you tapped your fingers on your thighs. 

You’d seen and heard your members going on vlive multiple times over the last four months. Then, you had been told to stay quiet and keep as far away from them as possible to avoid the fans picking up on your presence. Now, being encouraged to join one of the vlives had you shaking with nervousness.

It would be all right. You would be with JiU and Yoohyeon and if you faltered at all, they would be there to fill the silence and help you through it. 

Besides, this was a huge milestone. Your first vlive, your first greetings to the fans, your first interaction with your fans. You just hoped that the comments kept clear of the hate you’d gotten used to finding in all your previous appearances.

You arrived at the dorm and before you had even closed the front door, you heard the sound of laughter coming from one of the bedrooms—JiU’s room which she shared with Siyeon.

You took in a deep breath and made your way to the kitchen. You grabbed a bottle of water and sipped at it, embracing the way the cold ran down your throat. You enjoyed the small break, using it to center your emotions and steady yourself.

This was what you had spent so long training for. This was what those hundreds of hours worth of vocal training and dance lessons was bringing you to. You were finally living your dream. All your hard work was paying off. It was time you got to enjoy the bright, exciting parts instead of simply pushing through all the difficult grueling aspects. 

You set the water down on the counter and started walking towards the bedroom, following the voices.

As you approached, you made out the sound of Yoohyeon reading out a comment, “What spoilers can you give us?” A moment later, she answered with a laugh in her voice, “Nothing! You guys should know that by now.”

JiU added, “The next Teaser Image is coming out in an hour. That’s your spoiler.”

You got to the open door of the room and paused in the threshold to see Yoohyeon nodding in agreement. “Just nine more days! You’re even getting a trailer tomorrow.”

They sat on JiU’s bed, their backs up against the wall. Yoohyeon’s phone was placed precariously on the side table that had been moved to sit in front of the bed, propped up by stacks of creams and lotions. You were sure that one wrong move would have the whole thing toppling to the ground.

Yoohyeon leaned forward to read the comments on the tiny phone screen and JiU looked up, her eyes landing on you.

Her smile grew wide. JiU held her hand out towards you and said, “Come. Come say hello.”

Despite the wave of anxiety that overtook you at the prospect of being on the live, you gave her a smile and walked across the room and took her hand. She practically pulled you onto the bed and you, not so gracefully, fell onto the bed beside her. The pile of blankets helped to soften your fall. JiU placed her hand lightly on your shoulder and pulled you in close so that you would fit in the frame, which caused Yoohyeon to be pushed out of frame. It didn’t seem like she minded all that much.

You looked straight at the camera—not the screen, but the camera to ensure that you were making eye contact with the fans watching—and smiled. You gave a small smile and waved. “Hello.”

The one word held too much of your American accent and not enough of the Korean accent you’d spent so many hours trying to perfect, but you tried not to react to it. You had still pronounced correctly, it was just very obvious that you weren’t a native, or even fluent, speaker. You blamed the mistake on your nerves. Neither JiU or Yoohyeon showed a reaction to slip up even though you knew they noticed it. There was no way they couldn’t have. Anyone who knew Korean would’ve noticed.

That wasn’t a great first impression, but you supposed you would just have to deal with it. You had at least twenty minutes of company-ordered time on the vlive. That had to be long enough to leave the fans with a good impression.

You settled on the bed beside JiU as she introduced you, “This is our new member, Hyeon. Say hello!”

You watched the comments as they filled with hello’s and excitement. You picked out one of the comments which read, “Her accent is so cute!” and you couldn’t help your smile. That was better than the response you had expected.

Yoohyeon reached forward and moved her phone that in a place that captured all of them at once, though she still had to squeeze in close to JiU to made sure she fit.

JiU pulled out her phone and opened the vlive on her phone and angled it towards you so that you could better read the comments. The first one that caught your eye was an English one that read, “I have no idea what’s happening, but I’m so happy to see Hyeon. Pls say something in English.”

You had no idea how to respond to that so you stayed quiet, but you smiled, a happiness filling you at the idea that you did, in fact, have English fans.

Yoohyeon read out a comment, “Isn’t it weird having two main vocalists.” 

A moment passed where Yoohyeon hummed out an “uhh,” looking for an answer. You answered before either of them could find an answer. “This group is full of main vocalists. The only difference is they gave me the title.”

Thankfully, you were able to bring your Koren accent back. JiU smiled and nodded, satisfied with the answer.

You kept reading through the comments as JiU and Yoohyeon answered ones directed at them. There was a lapse of silence and read a question in English, “When did you first go to Korea?” Only after you had read through it, did you speak it out loud. Both JiU and Yoohyeon turned their attention to you. “Well,” you said hesitantly. “I first came when I was 8 with my family. Then I came four years ago for training.”

A comment came up, “So you trained for 4 years?”

You read it out then said, “No. I trained for three years, took a year-long break, and now I’m here.”

Yoohyeon said in English, “We’re happy to have you.”

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[b000mbayah]

hello!! i hope you’re doing well:) i really love your yandere series for all your groups so how would yandere aespa react to s/o confessing to them/kissing them? either or both seems cool😅 i love your work!:))

Helloooooo!!! Im glad you like my work, makes me smile. For now I've done the kissing suggestion but I'll be sure to do the confession one at some point in the near future. 😅

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Yandere!Aespa reaction to S/O kissing them

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Karina

Standing, silently staring from the kitchen island with a knife heavily barricaded down to her palm, her fingers grasping the handle so tight her knuckles turned bone white. She was slaving away at the cutting board, slicing up food for dinner.

You had noticed her some time ago, staring at you with such the heated gaze. It was uncomfortable to be under such heavy eyes, memories coming back to you of when you first met. She was kind then… well, kinder.

"What's wrong?" You asked, tilting your head as she kept her eyes locked to yours, not daring to look down at the blade as it edged dangerously close to her hand before being pulled away.

"Nothing.."

"Well clearly there's something bothering you, so please. Tell me?" You stood up from the love seat, plumaging your firsts deep into her stolen hoodie as you walked over, examining her expression of apathy. "Please?"

She only sighed, rolling her eyes as they moved back down, steadily watching as her skilled hands clamped tighter around the knife's black stained grip. 

"Babe-" you mumbled, groaning under your breath as you made your way behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist as your hands made their way to hers. It was much like a machine, the way her hands didn't even hesitate as they only steamed away, rapidly darting back and forth like a shot of adrenalin.

Carefully, you grabbed hold of the knife, making her freeze in the process as you slowly moved it aside. "What are you doing?" She questioned, turning in your arms to face you, your nose brushing up against hers as a light pink dusted her cheeks. Her cold facade was being deceived.

"You're going to hurt yourself.." you trailed off, noticing how her eyes drifted down to your lips. "And?" She sounded stupidly cocky, her breathing becoming uneaven as she shifted on the spot, looking more nervous than ever before.

"And? And this.." you spoke, slowly closing the small gap between you. She was shocked, her eyes widening as her brain ran out of logical excuses. Her heart was doing somersaults of pure joy.

It took a few seconds, but she relaxed into the kiss, allowing what was initially meant to be a small peck to evolve and become an action of passion and raw love. She was smiling into it, her lips greedily sucking the life out of you as she refused to pull away, wanting more of this sweet kiss.

Though, the time came when she had completely run out of breath. Her lungs burning as she gasped for air, heavily breathing as she could only smile at you.

"Now will you tell me?"

Giselle

Sitting upon the pricy comforter in your living room, Giselle's head was buried deep within her hands, her nose pressing up against her ringed fingers.

"Comn' Giselle, it's only for tonight." Giselle only shook her head at this, refusing to respond to your convincing. "I'll be back in no time- please," she shook her head again. "A few hours max? Please?"

"I- I don't want you to." her voice was beyond shakey, a few tears now seeping past her tightly closed fingers, leaking and trickling down the back of her hand as they seemingly raced. "Giselle," you frowned, kneeling down in front of the girl as you gently grabbed ahold of her wrists.

"Look at me"

No response...

"Please, look at me?" Your voice cracked, having made Giselle glance up from her safe haven for her emotions, her clamped hands. Her eyes were bloodshot as her tears were smudged along her beautiful face.

"Oh.." you whispered, staring at her with a rapidly growing pain, aching within your chest. Was she overreacting? You did initially want to go out for a few drinks, but now, after seeing what you've caused, you're second thinking it...

"Oh?" She whispered back, evidently choking back another sob as she glanced down to her hands that now clamped together tightly on her thighs. 

After a second of silence, purely thinking as the gears in your head turned and chimed as they worked like clockwork, you spoke up with the best idea you could've possibly come up with. "Yeah... but guess what.." You gulped as she tilted her eyes up, her lips pulling down to create a deep frown. 

"What?" 

You quickly leaned in, taking her lips upon yours in a kiss that could have lasted forever, but had to be cut short, or else you knew you'd forget what you wanted to say. When you pulled back, you could see the gobsmacked expression on her face, cheeks furiously blushing a crimson blemish.

"I won't go. Okay? If you want me to stay, I'll stay here, with you"

Winter

Walking in a secluded park, your breaths rolled out of your mouth as frosted art in the below zero ambience. The place was cold, snow freezing any surface it could cling to, making it sparkle and shine in the evening light, and despite the warm sun rays, the snow pushed past the heat.

Winter's hand was heavily reliant on yours. It was like you're her life support, and she couldn't bear the thought of letting go... not like this anyway. 

"This is nice," she heaves out, snapping the comfortable silence that once rested between you both, scraping at the edge of your mind as you respond. "Yeah..."

It wasn't like you disliked being with her or hated the scene you walk in... it's just that you don't particularly love it? It was a forced meeting. Your coworker had always been clingy with you in particular, but this? She practically demanded you to skip the day of work for this. If there's one thing you'd label Winter, it would definitely be stubborn, narrow-minded even.

"What's wrong? You don't seem to agree in the slightest?" She smiles, stopping to turn to face you with a bright smile. "Nothing, it's just a little cold." You give her a half smile, not even trying to compete with her perfect one as it begins to deflate. "You're cold?" You nod.

"Why didn't you say so?" she quickly takes off her coat, applying it to your own body before taking a step back, giggling as she looks at you with eyes of adoration. "What?" 

"You're just-" she stops her sentence to giggle again, her hand linking with yours. "So cute wearing my clothes." Now, you're not sure if your body was trying to regulate its temperature or not, but you could certainly feel a warmth crawl to your cheeks. To this, you shyly turn your head to the side, looking at the snow to distract your conflicting thoughts.

"Hey, don't look away! I want to see your face!!" She seemingly whines, bouncing up and down as she huffs, her cheeks inflating like a puffer fish would. 

After a while of her whining, you slowly turn your head back to her, having felt the heat fade out now. Your eyes greeted hers in a way that they had never done before, feeling slightly nauseous as your stomach inches in heavenly ways. "There's your cute face," she smiles, her eyes closing and morphing into oddly adorable crescent moons.

What you had done next shocked you both, your lips stuttering gently as your voice became a beacon for her happiness. "I-I think I like you," what? Just a minute ago, you hated her… didn't you?

"W-what?" She was evidently confused, but her cheeks reddened in the same way yours did just seconds prior, her smile impossibly widening as she's quick to act upon her heart's desire.

A kiss.

When she leaned in, she wasn't actually expecting you to complete the gap, but your heart followed its desires too, and apparently, it suddenly wants her... or had it wanted her all along?

Ningning

A single smirk played with Ningnings lips, her thoughts intoxicated with only you as the room fell under the trance of desperate music. She longed for the touch of your lips on hers, your hugs weren't cutting it anymore, and she knew exactly what to do.

She wouldn't try to ignite the kiss, no.. she's too timid for that, but she'd rather trick you into giving her a kiss instead. It seemed perfect that way. The only way she wants it to be done, but now, now that she's living in the moment, the reality of it all is raining down on her.

Ningning is a clump of red blush and silly stutters as you look her in the eye. She's been acting up all night so you confronted her. Safe to say her plan was failing miserably.

"What? What do you want?" Your voice was dripping with a harsh venom coating, staining her heart with an ache for mending.

That girl, she was ment to make you jealous! The paid actress was supposed to flirt with Ningning, but she accidently confused with the order. She ended up flirting with you instead, causing Ningning to get all drunk on her emotions.

Now, being in a dark room had played a role in this too, the club was all too twisted with its colours. She couldn't tell this was the actress, so Ningning mistakened her as some random woman looking for a one night stand, or worse... and actual relationship

"Y-you- he-r" her stuttering was unbearable, even to her own ears. She's never felt so small in someone's grasp, she has always had full control over the situation, but right now? She was lacking that certain aspect.

"What about us? We were talking Nin!" You glared at her weakened self, a feeling of guilt somewhat taking a toll as your eyes began to soften with ease. "We're dating, aren't we?" Ningning nods with a pout "then why would I go off with other people? We're dating, dating someone is a commitment and i wouldn't be in this relationship if I wasn't ready for this kind of life" you heaved out, grabbing her face in a state of anger and smashing your lips upon hers.

Your lips played a dangerous game as they slid around, gracing her lips with a the sweet essence of your life. It was like a synchronised dance, an unpracticed at that. This was her first kiss, and it's with the one she loves most.

Pulling back, the unavoidable sight of her frozen face, her lips still puckered out and eyes half closed in a dazed state. You chuckle,"you okay love?"

She slowly nods at this, her lips morphing into a deadly smile, one that even now, makes your heart jump the same way it did when you first met. "More than okay"

#aespa #karina #giselle #winter #ningning #kpop #kpop imagines #requested #reader #aespa x reader #korea #writing #kpop girlgroup #anon #girlgroup #sm aespa #sm #hi again #its been a hot minute #gn reader #gn

[gibbysupremeacyisreal]

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃                (gender neutral)

' I kiss the corner of your smile, and I can taste the laughter in your soul. '

- JS Parker

fluff (not requested!!)

𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀 - loves compliments ( giving and receiving:) - karaoke (not just singing, dancing the choreo, acting it out) - takes you to every single photobooth she sees ! - teaches you Thai and quizzes you at the most random times - carnivals and arcades!!! she's really good at claw machines but sucks at some of the other games that your good at so it's a win win - recommending you books when she's on tour - she enjoys kissing your knuckles? It's kinda odd (I love it idc) but she'll place a kiss on all 10 knuckles

𝐑𝐎𝐒É - forces you to film her tiktoks lmao - constantly crying together over movies and shows (like literally cuddling while sobbing lmao) - talks about you all the time ! whether it's to her family, friends or fans she's constantly talking about how much she loves you<3 - posting you on Instagram constantly:)) - 100% threatens to not go on  tours if you don't get to go!!! - has a polaroid wall in her room completely dedicated to Polaroids of just you or the two of you together - switching between Korean and English when talking - tries to feed you literally everything (then gets fake offended when you decline)

𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐎 - walks!!! like right at Golden hour too!!! likes taking pictures of you during them:) - NIGHT MARKETS!!!! she thinks they're more exciting at night - Aquariums !! pics a favorite everytime you walk past a display : ,) - holding hands all the time (if ur cooking you'll have to learn how to cook with one hand because she'll want to be holding your other!!) - basically a therapist, listens to you, offers advice, or just soothes you (telling you it's going to be ok while massaging your scalp) - SHOWERS TOGETHER (she really likes shampooing your hair and then you shampooing hers, also taking turns standing under the warm water) - board games!!! you guys have a whole closet full of board games for if you're ever bored.

𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 - LOVES physical affection (back hugs, cuddling, kissing) - said I love you so quickly (like you introduced yourself and she fell in love/j) - buying eachother flowers!!! especially if she's on tour (she'll send you your favorite kind to wake up to:) - gets more energy by just looking at you!!! -  LOVES dates (doesn't care where as long as ur together<3) -  steals all of your clothes and then says " maybe they grew legs and walked away!" - tries to teach herself to knit or crochet so she can make you something for your birthday or valentines but ends up quiting and buying you something instead lmao

#blackpink #lisa manoban #jennie Kim #park chaeyoung #blackpink fluff #blackpink imagines #kpop #kpop idols #fluff #kpop girlgroups

[sserajeans]

i think i kinda, you know?

kang haerin x 6th member!reader

synopsis: it was just shopping. a convenience store run at 3am because the members were hungry. but haerin found herself in a moment of realization.

others + genre: haey/n is a secret, y/n usually initiates affection, y/n is a '05 liner older than dani, FIRST I LOVE YOUs?? + fluff

notes: HSMTMTS REFERENCE!!! if u get it, i love u. this is my first work so idk if i did well in portraying emotion and character... i also had a very hard time picking pics for the row above BUT ANW i hope yall enjoy teehee..

"i'm hungry.."

"me too.."

"three.."

"i could go out and buy some snacks?" you suggested as you stood up from the floor where you were previously helping hyein decorate her journal. "just text me anything specific that you guys want!"

"you are not going out alone at this time." minji looked up from where she sat, her words stood firm, but not too harsh. you didn't argue either, it was 3am, not the best time to be out alone, and you knew better than to argue with minji.

"i can go with." the members who were actually listening (narrowing it down to just the oldest 3) shared a puzzled look between each other before raising their eyebrows at haerin who had just spoken.

after all, she has always been the type to prefer staying in whenever she can.

you didn't take long to grab your wallet and jacket before slipping your favorite sneakers on, haerin following suit. minutes later the two of you stood on the sidewalk outside the dorms.

"you didn't have to, you know?" the both of you started walking along the path on the way to the nearest 7/11; your pinkies naturally finding their way to each other. it was a habit that started during hanni's birthday live. the both of you felt clingier than usual that day so you came up with the "lowkey" solution. smiles covered both your faces; every moment alone was just so precious.

"i know." haerin glanced at you, then your intertwined pinkies before shrugging. "i wanted to."

you chuckled, partly wanting to make fun of your girlfriend for such a line, but partly fighting the blush that seemed to spread through your ears.

you did Not win that fight.

suddenly the touch of haerin's pinky finger had disappeared. you looked up in confusion before realizing she had already rushed into the 7/11 right in front of you.

god she was just so distracting that way.

haerin walked over to the aisles to grab danielle and hyein's snacks, while you stood across her reaching for bags of chips and bread minji and hanni had asked you to buy.

haerin soon hovered beside you with snacks in her arms. leaning right and left, she took a peek over your shoulder, through which she found out you were panicking over which bread to buy for hanni who wasn't responding to your spam of texts.

glancing between you and your phone, another smile found its way to haerin's face as she realized you still hadn't realized her standing behind you.

she looked down at the basket on the floor, easily pinpointing which snacks belonged to which member, then spotted one she didn't remember any of her members asking for.

it was a favorite of hers. a favorite of yours as well. one the two of you would always share with each other, ever since your trainee days. you both haven't had it in a while, but it was clear to her that one of you definitely hasn't forgotten.

and the smile on her face grew even wider.

she remembers...

"oh hey! sorry didn't see you there." you finally shoved your phone in one of the pockets of your jacket before picking out 2 pieces of a specific type of bread. haerin assumed you finally got a reply from hanni.

she just... pays attention to the smallest things...

"ready to check out?"

haerin nodded and handed you the items she got for the other members.

her smile didn't go unnoticed of course, nothing ever does when it came to the two of you. as you reached over to pay with your card and to arrange the items in a tote bag, you caught on to her unusually joyful expression. "someone's really happy, huh?"

how did i get so lucky...

"shut it." you laughed at the playful glare she shot, and led you two to a bench a few meters away from the store, wanting a quick break before you started walking again. but you both knew damn well you just didn't want that moment to end.

and that was fine because haerin didn't want it to end either.

as soon as you two sat, you reached for a different snack you got for yourself, leaving haerin slightly confused.

i thought the other one was her favorite?

the stars seemed to shine unusually bright that night, something you both enjoyed.

and haerin blamed that as a reason for not being able to take her eyes off you because it was so much easier than thinking of why there was something different about you that night.

something about how the moon lit your face, or the way your jacket's hood had ruffled the top of your hair a bit. maybe it was how the glasses you had on, instead of the usual contacts, framed your face a lot better.

but hell it could even be how you put so much thought into the smallest things like snack buying. or even the fact you chose to eat a different snack after whispering "haerin might want this" thinking only you could hear it and she couldn't because you wanted to share that certain snack with her.

it was an endless list that haerin called herself so cliche for even thinking about, but she couldn't stop. she couldn't just tell her brain to stop thinking about all the little things she loved about you.

but wait.

that's exactly it.

"seriously what's up with you tonight?" you finally spoke before pulling a joke in case you sounded too serious. the last thing you wanted was to come off as rude. "you can stare but it's creepy sometimes you know."

oh the blush. that god damn blush haerin hated so much. the blush that made her easier to read than she already was for you.

"i'm kidding you could never be creepy. you're way too cute for that."

"i..." she started, her tone so soft you scooted closer just to hear. she definitely didn't do that on purpose. "i think i..."

you moved your left arm to lay over her shoulders, providing a warmth she couldn't ignore. your eyes looked so patient, and it only made it harder for her to look at you directly.

god, why is she making this so hard...

yet she didn't understand why it was so hard. she was most comfortable around you. when it came to conversations it would always be her talking, an achievement she had no idea how you unlocked. she couldn't shut up with you and could never shut up about you.

then why is it so difficult for her to just say it?

"i think i kinda.." haerin spoke again, a little bit louder this time. she found the playground in front of them conveniently interesting, her eyes locked on a swing. "you know?"

"i really really don't." but the truth is you did. you always do. the light smirk on your face confirmed it too. haerin was a book you could just read so easily.

well that, and the two knew exactly what haerin was referencing.

a line from a show danielle and hanni forced them to watch; something about high school musical but turned into another musical for a series? it was a title you both needed to wrap your head around.

but i think i kinda, you know.

it was a phrase you remembered because it was what the two leads used to confess their love for each other at different times. both not ready to admit such a strong emotion to themselves.

"i think i kinda you know." she said in a more firm tone this time.

you gave her a fake and exaggerated look of confusion, resting your chin on your hand as you looked up at the sky. "i wonder what that means!"

haerin jokingly glared before leaning her head on your shoulder. "you know exactly what i meant."

you chuckled once more, a sound haerin could never get sick of, and delivered a brief kiss on top of her head.

"i think i kinda you know too. should we head home now?"

"can we stay for a while?"

"maybe a few more minutes. minji-unnie will kil- oh speak of the devil..." you held up your phone and showed her the contact name displayed on the screen.

"she's killing you, you're older and supposed to be taking care of me."

"BUT I AM!" you argued before answering the call, a giggling haerin leaning against you.

"y/l/n y/n. if you don't get back in 5 minutes with haerin i swear to god..."

"ahaha... coming unnie..."

you ended the call as soon as you responded before jumping up. the two of you started sprinting, hands intertwined with laughs thrown in the air, maybe a couple of "it was your fault!" lines exchanged in the middle.

it was another night to remember, and not just because minji was ready to yell at you both individually (hanni and danielle ready for interrogation) when you came back.

note: someone's getting their asses beat..... pls feel free to request prompts with other members/idols on my pinned!!

#kang haerin x reader #haerin x reader #newjeans x reader #newjeans imagines #haerin imagines #kang haerin imagines #i need sm1 to look at me the way haerin looks at y/n here... #kinda made me feel single i hope it does the same to yall too! #girlgroup imagines #ren writing debut #im just adding tags as we go

[bbanghiitomi]

TAKING MY TIME

pairing: pham hanni x fem! reader

trope: strangers to lovers! fluff! slowburn!

the orientation hall is filled of students around your age, crowded and filled with chatters among students and classmates. you sat alone in the corner as you wait for the orientation to end, it's smart really, how you genuinely thought walking away from your classmates and picking a seat away from them was a good idea. good thing you brought a notebook and had the motivation to listen and list down notes of what was needed before the assigned work for students was announced.

the next thing after the announcement is the list of students at every department in the city hall, it could be anywhere, it was random and you could be grouped with people who you didn't know.

that wasn't the worst part, you were capable, it didn't matter what the people around you couldn't and could do; it only mattered to you that you are able to do a lot. the thing is this is a requirement to complete the school year, working on a department as a trainee to gain experience, spending hours to complete the given time and getting nothing in return but a certificate...

so you had no choice, it would have been nice to work on a tech company but you didn't want to spend 8 days in front of your computer and then 2 days of staring at the thin air and having to pay a lot of money just for the experience.

the easiest way was the hard way.

there are different departments around the city, it could be the department for the agriculture, department of the fire and safety management and more, but the worst of them all had to be the council for the children and the traffic department.

well, working on an office and taking care of kids isn't as bad as walking on mountains and rice fields or standing in the middle of the road while it's blazing hot.

you just weren't fond of kids.

being assigned for the council for the welfare of children leads you straight to a local kindergarten around the city and that means you'll have to teach and take care of kids.

you have nieces, yes; but you never took initiative to take care of them. you've been a sole hater of kids, at least that's what you claim to be. you didn't know how to work your way in it if you ever got assigned in that department.

on the other side of the orientation hall, is a girl who hopes to be assigned at the council for the welfare of children.

pham hanni.

she's excited, she looked forward for this new experience. yes, it's tough, it's going to be very hard but wouldn't it be worth it? she thinks so.

as the orientation continues, hanni made sure to list everything that was needed, no time to wait and just sit there, she needs to be assigned at the kindergarten department.

"is everything crystal clear students?" the principal asks, looking at the students ahead of him as he stands in front. in unison, the students answer: "yes, sir."

the screen in front of the hall shows lists of departments, the principal prepares to announce the group of students working together.

you expect that there would be 10 of you but no, as the third department was announced, you instantly freeze on your seat.

"council for the welfare of children, pham hanni and jeon y/n." the principal requires students to stand up when their names are mentioned, you immediately scramble to stand up, hearing snickers behind and just on the other side is another girl.

"okay who's pham hanni? raise your hand." the principal says, the short girl raises her hand with a huge smile on her face. you turn your head to look at her, you couldn't make out her face as she had her back facing you.

"how about jeon y/n." you raise your hand reluctantly, the principal nods and hanni turns to look at you, before you immediately sit down.

"so those are the people you'll work with, pham and jeon will be immediately deployed in the city's kindergarten to teach and help kids. remember to print out forms and checklists and place them in a brown envelope."

it wasn't supposed to be this bad, you stand in front of the school's office as the adviser allowed you to use the photocopy machine for the forms you'll need.

you didn't notice hanni behind you, approaching. "uhm hey." she says, you look behind and see her, holding two daily time records in her hands.

"uh, hi... can i do something for you..?" you ask her, she smiles and awkwardly looks around the office as she hands you a daily time record. "i had an extra one of this so, i was planning to give it to you." she says, you slowly take it from her and place it on the table, not really putting out that much of an expression as you nod.

"thanks..." you only say before busying yourself with the machine again. hanni sighs and laughs sheepishly, embarrassed by your lack of enthusiasm for her presence. "you're printing our forms already?" she asks, you nod and continue to face the printing machine.

"yes, ms. kim allowed me." hanni blinks her eyes and remembers that you two are required to get your parental consent signed by a law firm office for a notary and she decides if she can ask you to come with her,

"uh, you want to come with me? get the notary for our parental consent..." in all honesty, hanni was taking this whole work immersion requirement seriously, like she's actually getting a job. she wants to get to know you and get comfortable with each other even if the real work is just 5 days.

after that, you don't have to talk to her again.

yet you try to entertain her so she won't get her feelings hurt. "okay." you say as you face her and put the papers in the brown envelope with her and your name on it.

you both stand outside the law firm office, waiting for your papers to be signed by the lawyer. hanni peeks at your every now and then and regrets it when she sees you looking back at her.

but she can't help herself but just look at you, cautious whether you're bothered by her.

"hey, you're parental consent is ready." you tell her as she shoots up and looks at you. "w-what?" she asks, you stare at her, emotionless. "your paper is ready." you tell her, hanni immediately takes her pouch and grabs her money as she enters the office to pay for the notary service.

you follow next and take yours before making your way before her back to school to pass the paper to the adviser.

"aren't you excited?" hanni asks as she walks behind you, you look just a bit behind and back to the front. "not really." you answer her, hanni nods and figures you're probably not a big fan of school requirements.

you feel bad at your lack of enthusiasm, but it's just how you are. "how about you?" you ask, hanni's face lightens as she hears you ask about her. "yes! i really want to work at a daycare or kindergarten as a teacher, don't you think kids are great?" hanni says, you shrug at her question.

"not fond of them. but you do you, they'll probably like you a lot." you tell her as you stop walking to let hanni catch up. hanni looks at you as she smiles and nods her head. "i hope so." she says as she walks beside you.

first day.

the first day is as bad as you knew it is gonna be, you wake up early in the morning and forget to make lunch, you make your way to a local convenience store to buy a half-ass double cheese pepperoni sandwich and run to catch up to the bus on the daycare department.

entering the office, you look like you didn't get enough sleep. hanni watches as you walk inside and place your bag on the floor and immediately eat your sandwich with your brows furrowed and eyes still closed.

"y/n? are you okay?" she asks, you take deep breath and look up at her and sigh. "yeah, i'm okay." you tell her and even before she says something, she gets cut off by the supervisor who asks her to come see the kids.

meanwhile you're left in the office with a stack of paper to arrange and nametag designs to work at.

hanni's assigned job is simple, just entertain the kids... the supervisor and teachers obviously prefer her over you and they like the job she's doing. and here you are, dumped with papers to work at, with two hours of sleep catching up to school and no lunch packed.

hanni enters the office again as the kids are back to listening to their teacher, she sees your slumped figure, printing and designing nametags.

"it's lunch already, have you brought yours?" you sigh as you hear her voice and look at her. "no, i didn't pack anything. i'll buy after this." hanni grimaces when she sees the pile of paper in the desk and the time, you're not gonna make it on time with all the stack of paper they gave you.

"but lunch is about to finish, are you sure you can make it on time?" she asks. "yeah, i can if you give me some space." you tell her without even sparing her a glance, hanni looks away and sits at her assigned desk, watching you work.

hanni sees the door open and it's the supervisor. "oh pham! the kids are about to go home, what about saying goodbye to them?" they say as they look at hanni who smiles at them. "yeah i will! just waiting for the teacher to signal me." she says.

the supervisor looks at you and takes a peek at your work. "seems like you're not finished yet." they say and you try your best not to click your tongue in annoyance. "what do you say pham? we can eat lunch at the cafeteria." the supervisor offers but hanni shakes her head and looks at you. "i'm okay here." the supervisor nods and leaves the office.

it's clear you aren't in your best mood, about to finish as hanni waits.

"you can leave you know?" you tell her as you continue to arrange files. hanni shakes her head. "but, i want to eat lunch with you." you chuckle, not looking at her direction. "i can't i'm eating outside." you say, hanni watches as you finish and brush yourself and leaving the office.

hanni sighs as she looks at your now empty desk, and puts the lunch she made in your desk before going to the cafeteria to eat lunch with the supervisor. she knew it's a bit late now and you're probably not going to be allowed to eat outside so she leaves her lunch to your desk incase you come back.

turns out, hanni was right. you stand in the empty office, starving and your pride's about to wear down, now you feel guilty for pushing hanni away and you can't help but rub your temple before sitting down and sighing.

"why am i such an asshole..?" you mutter to yourself before eating the food and thanking hanni in the back of your mind.

after your shift with hanni was done, hanni checks up on you to see if the lunchbox is in your desk, it wasn't there and hanni has no idea where it went, she's starting to think someone else took it from your desk.

the day ends with hanni the backseat of their car, looking out to the window wondering where you are.

second day

hanni doesn't sense any difference on you as you sat on your desk and did your usual work, the kids' class hasn't started yet and hanni cannot find the courage to walk up to you and ask about your day, you seem occupied in your own little world.

hanni sighs as she leaves the office and proceeds to do the work assigned to her, leaving you alone in the office.

after a while, it's lunch again, your were able to finish half of your work in time and when hanni is about to leave and eat lunch in the cafeteria, you make your way to her desk with the lunchbox from yesterday, placing it on her desk.

"is that..?" hanni trails as she looks up at you from the chair she was sitting on, you take a deep breath as you nod. "yeah, it's your lunchbox." you mutter as you watch hanni take the lunchbox and notice that it has a significant weight on it, hanni watches as you make your way out of the office but before you open the door, she calls out to you.

"y/n! where are you going?" hanni asks, looking at the lunchbox in her hands. you look at hanni and raise your eyebrows. "canteen, i'll eat lunch." hanni walks up to you and smiles. "let's eat lunch together."

you can't understand why you feel this way, you sat across hanni on the table and stare at your lunch while hanni is eating hers, you've eaten a good amount of it and as you sat, you can't help letting your mind wander of until hanni notices.

"what's up y/n?" she asks, you look at her and blink your eyes before shaking your head. "nothing..." you mutter.

luckily, your assigned work was finished sooner than you expected and you got the chance to watch hanni help the teacher inside the classroom, being able to see hanni's mature and loving personality, you can't help but notice how well the kids get along with her, you can sense that they'd get attached to her really quick.

after hanni was finished, you agree to accompany her to the bus stop, wherein she'll be picked up by her dad and you'll take the bus.

"so... you made the lunch?" she asks, you stare at the road, seeing the vehicles pass by and you nod. "yes." you woke up early to cook the lunch, which you usually never do, it's a weird routine and you can't get yourself used to it.

hanni smiles as she shrugs. "it's good, i didn't know you could cook." she laugh and it brought you to smile as well. "rarely." you comment and hanni nods.

it was awkward until you see her father pulling up and hanni bids goodbye before getting inside the car.

third day

as hanni waits for your arrival, she can't help but think that you only have two days left with her, the day hasn't even started and she's already sad thinking she probably won't see you often after those five days.

it's an ordinary day, aside from the humid air, hanni can't help but notice your awfully cheerful behavior.

"uhm, good morning y/n!" hanni greets you and sees the smile in your face when you look at her, hanni feels her cheeks warm up and she tries her best to maintain eye contact as you nod your head. "hey, good morning." you tell her as you take a seat, hanni notices that you're bringing a lunchbox, you're own lunchbox.

hanni can't help but smile as the day went on.

it's the usual, there's nothing new as you sat on your desk and did office work while hanni is taking care of the kids and helping the teacher, she's made a name for herself amongst department employees. they all like her.

and you're just there. it's not like it matters to you, you're all cool doing your own thing in your own word. today is a good day, after a long time of waiting, you got your results for your college entrance the same time you arrived home yesterday.

hanni is so ready to ask about why you're so happy.

lunch came, you and hanni decide to go to the same place at the canteen where you are now bringing your own food you cooked yourself. hanni doesn't know how to not look at you, every second, she finds herself stealing glances or just staring.

you don't even notice until hanni speaks.

"uhm, hey you look so happy today... mind if i ask you why?" she says, you raise your brows at her and nod. "yeah." you shrug, it's weird. usually when someone asks you why you're like this, like that, you get annoyed but... with hanni it's different.

"you look so happy today, i mean it's not like you aren't everyday but you look extra bright." hanni laughs under her breath and looks at you, you continue to eat your food as you nod. "uh yeah, i passed my entrance exam and i'm getting my priority program." you tell her, hanni blinks her eyes and is in shock.

well you're smart but she didn't think you'd be able secure a slot before everyone does.

"where?" she asks.

"seoul national university." hanni opens her lips, she's surprised, amazed.

"you're smart, smart." she laughs. you shrug and smile, and hanni feels something funny inside her stomach. "thanks."

as hanni sits in the backseat of their car, she can't help but picture your smile, it's just... so nice to see. hanni sighs and puts her hands on her face before sighing deeply, causing her parents to check if she's fine.

fourth day

after three days, you manage to finish all the papers and work assigned to you, and you were left with nothing anymore. hanni watches as you sit on your desk, tweaking on your laptop and you look bored.

hanni still has to take care of kids and she wonders what you'll be doing in the next day, last day.

she sighs and walks out of the office and she's surprised to see no teacher in the desk, she looks around and walks back to the office to ask the supervisor. "uhm, where's ms. kim?" hanni asks with a smile, the supervisor looks around and sighs.

"oh i forgot to tell you, she's absent for today and tomorrow. sick leave." hanni nods and slowly turns away to look at you as you stare at the window of the office. hanni blinks her eyes and looks at the supervisor again.

"should me and y/n teach together?" she asks, the supervisor looks up from their phone and shrugs. "do as you please."

"ah! no... hanni, i can't teach." you mutter as hanni pulls you out of the office to the classroom and looks at you with a smile. "come on! it's okay, the kids need someone to teach them and it's going to be okay..." hanni looks at you with a smile, relaxing her shoulders.

both of you stand in front of the classroom and you look at the door before shifting your eyes to hanni and sighing. "alright." hanni cheers and hugs you, wrapping her arms around you as she rests her chin on your shoulder.

"uh..." you mutter as you tap her lower back, hanni lets go and laughs sheepishly. "sorry, i'm just so glad..." you nod and open the door for her.

hanni passes a lesson plan to you as she gives you a reassuring smile, making her way in front of the class and telling them to lower down their voice. "everyone! hey, ms. kim is not present today so... for the mean time me and my friend will teach you all today." hanni looks at you as she smiles brightly, you feel tense as every kid looks at you.

"uhm, good morning everyone." you awkwardly wave your hand at them, hanni walks over to you and takes your hand to the front and introduces you. "everyone, this is jeon y/n. she's my super smart friend and she's teaching us math today."

you nod and try to put out an awkward smile, which worked, miraculously.

during the time with the kids, everything felt natural, you slowly feel the tension inside you easing away as you talk to kids. it's weird, how hanni's presence not only comforts kids but you too, a girl the same age as her. you learn not to take things so seriously, finding the right way to talk to kids, it feels different, weird...

hanni packs up her things with a huge smile on her face, she can't even wipe it off even with you staring at her, you exit with her and to the entrance of the building, a storm shows up.

it's raging and violent, the rain is loud as it pours down the cold pavement.

you bring out an umbrella and notice the dark skies, you look at hanni as she stares at the skies, it's raining and she didn't bring any umbrella. you stare at your umbrella before offering it to her. "here, you can use mine." you tell her, hanni looks at you and shakes her head.

"no y/n, i can't just take it when you're gonna be stranded here." she tells you, you can't refute what she said, it's true, you're seriously gonna be stuck here if you insist in letting her go first.

so instead, you pull the umbrella out and reach for her hand. "let's go." hanni doesn't hesitate as she takes your hand and run off to the bus stop wherein her parents were waiting inside their car. hanni lets go of your hand and smiles at you before she offers you a ride home. "let's go, my dad can drive you to your house." you laugh and shake your head.

"it's okay, i'll wait for the bus." you notice the hesitance on hanni's face as her parents wait.

"seriously, it's okay... go now." you tell her as you give her a smile and hanni hears her mother calling out for her before she hurriedly got inside the car.

as the car accelerates, hanni peeks through the window of the backseat to see if you're doing okay.

without realizing, she comes home still thinking about you.

fifth day

"ugh... now i have to make my portfolio in less than a week, i have to catch up to lectures..." hanni sighs as she slumps on her desk, the door opens and you come in, carrying your lunch that you made. hanni looks up and notices the calm expression on your face, she can't but smile.

"uhm, hey." hanni calls out to you, you turn to look at her and smile. "hi, good morning." you simply mutter before turning to work on your portfolio, hanni smiles and leans on her palms, her elbows are propped on the surface of her desk.

hanni looks towards the door of the office and to you. "hey, are you ready to teach again?" she asks, you look at her and nod. "yeah, i think i'm ready." you answer as you close your laptop and look at hanni who smiles brightly stands up.

"okay? then let's go."

"ms. jeon!" you look at the kid who called your name and crouch to his level. you raise your brows at him. "hm? is there something you need help at?" you mutter, he looks at you and grins, you don't exactly know what's on his mind as he looks at hanni.

"do you call ms. pham hanni or honey?"

you stare at the kid as his other classmate snicker, with no idea what's so funny about it, you shrug... they both sound the same so, how will you know the difference?

hanni shakes her head as she laughs and leans on the kid's seat. "hey knock it off, ms. jeon is about to go back to the office." hanni says as she smiles at the kid, feeling her cheeks redden.

you look at her and speak. "they're the same thing." you tell the kid, causing his classmates to all shout in surprise, they were screaming and cheering. hanni looks at you with wide eyes and red face. you shrug as you pick up the kids' papers and leave hanni standing and flustered.

the kids are having their recess and they seem to be enjoying, you watch as one particular kid struggles to peel his oranges and walk up to him to help him peel his oranges but as you do so, hanni takes one of the oranges and only peels half of it before she gives it to the kid for him to peel the rest.

you look at her for a brief moment and she look back at you, there's an awkward silence as you peel off another orange and she stops you midway.

"uhm..." you look at her hand around you wrist and hanni smiles at your before letting you go.

"just leave half of it to peel himself, he'll learn." hanni shrugs and smiles at you, you do as she says and place the half peeled orange on top of the kid's lunch box and watch as he peels the one hanni peeled for him until there is no orange peeling left.

hanni looks at you and sees the way your eyes look at the kid. "when you give a man a fish, he has a meal for the day. if you teach a man how to fish, he gets a meal everyday. you get it?" hanni smiles at you and you can't help but smile back as you nod.

"i do." you mutter, hanni giggles and tucks strands of hair behind her ear.

hanni looks at her phone after she finished eating her lunch, five days in and she hasn't asked you about your socials, it's like she's totally missed out a lot even when you look like the type to have a dead social media account.

hanni looks up to see you eating and begins to wonder if she can ask for your number in order to contact you.

"uhm, y/n?" she asks as she sees you finishing up. you look up to hanni and raise your eyebrows at her.

"can i ask for your number?" she gives you an awkward smile, in return, you stare at her and take her phone as you type in your phone number.

hanni looks at your contact number and smile to herself, she looks up at you as she sees you standing up. "i'll message you later, just for you know? for the portfolio..." hanni mutters as she stands up and follows you to the office.

the kids all look sad finding out this will be the last day of hanni and you working together, hanni comforts the kids by promising to come back every now and them for the kids. she crouches to their level and says her goodbye, while you stand behind hanni and waving your hands lightly.

hanni slumps her shoulder when the classroom door closes and you look at her, knowing she's sadden that she won't come here again tomorrow. you walk up to her and place a hand on her shoulder.

"they really liked you, hanni." you say, from your observation by how sad the kids were knowing that hanni won't be back as soon as possible, hanni smiles at you.

"aren't they cute? i wish i can stay longer." she says, you nod and bring your hand down. "i know you do. let's go home." you tell her as you give her a small smile and walk towards the office, hanni nods and follows.

the walk to the bus stop is silent, hanni wishes she can be here for a little longer, talk to you about more stuff more than school, but she can't even find the perfect topic.

you see hanni in a trance, staring far away and you can't help but laugh. "hey, you know it's not the end of the world now, right?" you stop in front of the bus stop, her parents aren't here yet.

hanni looks at you and laughs, embarrassed by how emotional she can get.

"sorry, it's cause... i still want to do a lot more stuff." hanni says, she sighs. you nod and look ahead. "yeah, i know. it's not over yet, maybe next time let's talk about it and visit." hanni looks at you as you speak, she blushes and laughs.

"i guess you're right."

maybe it really isn't the end of everything, rather it was just the beginning, it's too early for her to slump and be sad about things that are just the start of everything, there's so many things to look forward for.

hanni is thankful that whatever sort of destiny brought her to you, maybe she's more than thankful that she can look back again and smile at the trivial things.

as hanni gets inside their car, she can't help but look back at you, seeing the way you look at the car as she waves her hand goodbye to you. the drive home feels like a path to hanni's realization that maybe she must have been in love or fallen in love, that has to be it.

she doesn't know where or when but she knows, surely, she knows to whom these feelings are for.

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TWICE - Reaction to S/O Cuddling A Plushie (Requested!)

A/N: We're back to two uploads a week since I'm trying to clear my WIP before December 1st! I want to take a small hiatus for the week before and of exams plus I can spend time with family and friends for a bit without having a bunch of stress and extra responsibilities.

Also, to the lovely anon that requested this since I no longer have that request - I am so happy that my works bring you peace and happiness. I know what it’s like to go through rough periods, trust me, I’ve been through my fair share. There is light at the end of the tunnel, and I promise the future will be so much better than your present. I can’t promise that the road will be easy, or that you won’t want to give up, but stick it out, okay? My writing will always be here for you to enjoy, and I’m so glad I could bring you some peace of mind during a rough part of your life. Wishing you all the love and joy that the world can possibly bring your way. <3

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100% teases you by pretending to be jealous

“Ah, well, I guess I’ll just have to find someone else to cuddle since you’re busy.” 

She blushes like crazy when you pull her into your arms along with your plushie

“Yah, I was joking, baby!”

Completely unbothered by the presence of a stuffed animal

Happily accepts the cuddles, and she gives your stuffed animal a boop on the nose in approval

She may tease you about it if you’re okay with it

“Do you mind if I hold you as well, or are you a little too… preoccupied at the moment?”

Otherwise she’ll wrap an arm around you and stare at you lovingly as you hold your plushie

“You’re adorable, honey. Have I ever told you that?”

Definitely does not notice until she’s in your arms and feels the plushie digging into her back

“What are you poking me fo- Oh, it’s your plushie!”

Will apologize to said plushie or the guilt will eat at her all day

“I’m so sorry! I really didn’t mean to hurt you!”

Will hold the plushie along with you as long as you let her do so

Immediately pulls out her phone and starts taking pictures

“Smile, my love!”

And then she sets the photo as her screensaver and your contact photo

Will want to get in on the cuddles with said plushie

“You’ll let me cuddle with the two of you, right?”

It warms her heart to see you happy, especially if you’re on edge a lot or have been going through a rough period

She won’t disturb you as you cuddle in peace, but she may check up on you if your plushie is a comfort animal for your rougher days

“Is everything alright, babe? Do you want to talk about anything?”

She’ll happily observe you and the plushie from afar unless you invite her to join… who is she to say no to that?

“Of course I’ll join you! I missed you while I was at work all day, you know, and I like when we can just relax like this.”

Her heart internally combusts as her face externally combusts

You’re too adorable for her heart to handle sometimes, but she rarely admits it

“I like seeing you happy with your plushie… it makes me happy too.”

Will buy you matching plushies for your birthday if you’re a plushie fan

“I know you like the plushie you have… but I got matching ones for us so you’ll always be with me and I’ll always be with you.”

Definitely teases you a lot and/or makes jokes

“It’s only been eight hours and I’ve been replaced… I see how it is, then.”

You know she’s joking by the way she grins and laughs when you scoff at her.

Settles by your side and lays her head on your shoulder as you hold her hand while holding your plushie

A sweet, toothy smile breaks out on her face.

“I love you so, so much, and I hope you know that.”

You are simply too cute for her to handle!

She tries to sneakily take a picture, but you catch her in the act.

“Sorry, baby! You just looked so cute with that plushie…”

Enjoys just being in the room with you while you cuddle your plushie because the sweet, soft vibes cannot be replicated when Chaeyoung is by herself

She leans against the doorframe and just… observes with a lovesick smile.

Your child-like glee really comes out when you cuddle your plushie, and if you rarely show that side of you off, Tzuyu just wants to enjoy that part of you while it’s present.

“Do you mind if I join you, love?”

You invite her to sit next to you, and you place one of her hands on the plushie as she plays with your hair with her free hand.

She’s mostly quiet while enjoying the moment with you, but she will talk to you if you want to talk with her.

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Chilly: Winter

* kim minjeong x male/neutral reader - angst to fluff scenario/oneshot

“ hi!! can you write a soloist!male!reader x winter oneshot where they’ve both been busy with schedules but when they have a day off the reader is focused on videogames (could it be angst to fluff) thank u sm in advance! 

(pouty winter) “

warning/s: a curse word or two.

a/n: this doesn’t really implement anything that this is a f to m pairing but i hope you still enjoy! i used aespa’s real names for this. sorry i’ve been gone for so long :D thank you for requesting!

[GIF NOT MINE]

You awoke from your slumber one chilly Saturday morning. Groaning half asleep, you checked the time on the clock above your bedroom’s doorframe-- ‘7:17′. You were rarely given a day off, so as soon as the numbers on the device made sense in your head, all you wanted was to go back to sleep. It was just too early to start the day, so you let your eyelids fall and tried to drift back to dreamland.

“~~~ ~~” Not even a second later, your phone shook you back awake. You sighed out annoyed, wanting to enjoy your much-needed rest, and pulled the device out from under your pillow. “Hello?” You grumbled out with your eyes still shut. “Hey, baby!” You heard a familiar voice chirp from the other side of the line. “Oh hey love.” You greeted back, your throat itching as you did. You felt a bit better knowing it was your girlfriend calling on your day off, but you still felt exhausted-- your brain not able to fully process what was happening, so subconsciously, you nodded your head at her instead of replying verbally. “Babe?” Your girlfriend called out to you in a confused tone. “Huh? Oh yeah, of course, baby.”

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Hours later, a shower, and two meals after your morning call with Minjeong, you were sat on the black leather gaming chair in your room, hands busy as you ran a game on your computer.

"Babe look at thi-" Minjeong trailed off before she could finish her sentence. She watched as your eyebrows furrowed at the screen in front of you, nose scrunching in displeasure from time to time. “Mhmm.” The short-haired girl hummed out in annoyance. She placed the stuffed animal she was about to show you back down on her bed and bit her lip-- a habit that came out whenever she was feeling irritated. Maybe it was just because she was drained from practice, but it seemed like every time she would call you you were focused on everything else but her. The thought made her scoff, but she didn't want to start a fight.  "Whoa did you see that?!" You suddenly exclaimed making the girl jump. She knew you weren't talking to her, but the person you were playing with that spoke to you through your headset. She huffed out one more time before picking herself up and exiting her room in small stomps.

"No... no way..." "What the fuck?!" You continued to babble to no one. You were sweating as you gamed, the air conditioning in your room not doing you any justice as strands of your hair stuck themselves on your forehead. There was frustration evident on your face, wrinkles showing themselves whenever you got stuck between enemies. But it would never get to touch what your girlfriend was feeling. Minjeong was nothing but pissed off-- she could feel her face slowly burn up at your actions. Hissing at your ignorance, your girlfriend mumbled a small ‘Seriously Y/n’ as she entered her room and sat back in her seat. Unfortunately for her, you heard the ghost of her words; "Yeah baby? What was that?" You questioned dumbfounded as you spammed the keys on your keyboard.

“It's nothing, don't worry about it." The blonde-haired girl spat at you in a quiet tone as she rolled her eyes. If it was any other day she would have stopped herself from doing so-- the action made you mad, and you've talked to her before about it. But at that moment, she couldn't care less if you saw her.

Minjeong stabbed the vegetables that rested in the styrofoam container she had brought to her room to eat, her grip tight on the plastic fork in her hand, her jaw clenching as she glared at her phone screen-- you were still ignoring her presence, and her bottled-up emotions were slowly getting the best of her.

"Are you oka- HACKS! I'M TELLING YOU, THEY'RE HACKING!" Was all you needed to shout for the short-haired girl to break. "I'm gonna go, Y/n.” Minjeong quickly bid you goodbye as the brittle utensil snapped between her thumb and pointer finger.

"Huh? Oh okay. I lov-" Your head turned to your phone as the sound of the video call ending with your girlfriend bounced around in your room. “I... did I do something?”

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"She's pissed pissed." Aeri told you in a scolding tone, emphasizing the first 'pissed' as she let you into Aespa’s dormitory. "Yeah, I kinda got that when we called." You winced out ashamed. You could feel the older girl's eyes on your skull as you trailed yours to the floor underneath you. The guilt that slowly swallowed you in the car ride to the four girl’s home now completely engulfing you. “Mhmm, I’m sure you’ll end up making it up to her,” Aeri tried to comfort you as she noticed how nervous you were. You looked up to the singer, giving her a small tight-lipped smile as a response. “Just be gentle with her, we had practice up until 5 this morning and she's been up since waiting for you." The older girl let you off, finally taking her chocolate orbs off of you and closing the front door. "Thanks, Aeri." You told her sincerely, earning a nod from the young woman before leaving you to your business. You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down as you walked towards your girlfriend’s room and swallowed the knot in your throat that tied itself there from talking to Giselle.

Wiping the sweat off of the palm of your free hand on your shirt, you raised your fist to knock on the wooden entryway. You knocked in a rhythm; mimicking the way Anna had knocked on Elsa’s door from the first Frozen movie, and patiently waited for a response.

On the other side of the entryway, wrapped around her warm duvet, Minjeong’s ears perked up at the sudden noise. Her finger stopped scrolling through her phone screen and she took one of her earpods off as she tried to observe the unusual activity that had broken her peace. A couple of seconds later, she heard the same knocking pattern. “Minjeong-ie, are you in there?” A voice accompanied the thumping on the wooden portal.

The blonde eventually realized who was on the other side of the locked door, her heartbeat speeding up as the movie reference finally sounded familiar to her.

For a second it seemed like your girlfriend wasn’t even the tiniest bit mad at you, but her chest still ached at the realization that you had driven to her home to apologize. Glancing in the mirror to check on her worn-out features, Minjeong pulled on the sleeves of her fluffy jacket and turned to the door to twist the doorknob. “Hey.” You greeted out, surprised at how quickly she had chosen to let you in. You had expected that she would put up a fight with you before you could even see her face again. “Hi.” The tired singer replied in a quiet tone, her bloodshot eyes meeting yours.

You stood there grip tight on the plastic bags you had in your hand as your girlfriend tapped her nails on the back of her phone, the both of you not knowing what to do or say next. “I’m sorry, Minjeong-ah.” You finally blurted out to the girl. The short-haired singer bit her lip, her orbs once again brimming with tears as you gave her an empathetic look. “I know what I did wrong... and I’m sorry, love. I never thought of it but now I know that what I’ve been doing hurts you... I’m sorry.”

Minjeong’s legs felt like jelly. The girl in front of you sniffled as tears started rolling down her cheeks like a waterfall. “Baby...” You called out to her. Minjeong couldn't help but let herself fall, her hands covering her mouth as her shoulders shook. There was a pang in your chest as you watched her do so. You bent down to her folded figure, setting the snacks you had brought with you down on the floor, and engulfed her in a hug. “I’m so sorry.” You apologized in a whisper, your hand caressing her back. “I-it’s okay.” You heard the girl mutter back in a shaky voice, her body leaning into yours. “Let me make it up to you, love.”

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Sometime after, you slowly retracted from the hug. Your hand came up to her features and wiped the stray tears away from her face. Minjeong’s hand held your wrist as you did, the tip of her nose turning red as she sniffled. “Awe baby~” You cooed at her, a sad smile creeping up to your face as she held the same expression. You kissed Minjeong's forehead, finger lifting her chin after and placing a soft peck on her lips. “I’m sorry.” You told the girl as you locked eyes with her. This made Minjeong pout, her brown orbs brimming with tears one last time. “Jagi~ Look I bought you snacks~” You cooed at the girl trying to change the tension in the room as you pulled away from her for a second and shuffled your hands to grab the snacks you had picked out from the plastic bags they were stuffed in. "T-thank you."

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As you laid with your girlfriend on her bed you couldn't help but let your eyes wander to the decor she had put up around the space. Various polaroids and printed pictures danced around the walls, pastel stickers held onto the random furniture she had stuck them on, and you couldn't help but grin at the sight of the gifts you had given the girl on different occasions displayed on her desk and nightstand.

"Hey, you aren't listening again." Minjeong's voice broke you out of your trance. "I'm sorry, love." You chuckled at her as you closed the gap between your faces and placed a kiss on the big pout she had on her face. "What's on your mind?" Your girlfriend asked as she held your face, keeping you close to her. "Mhmm, nothing, my love. I was just looking at the decor in your room." You told her truthfully, the warmth of her hands waking the butterflies in your stomach.  

"What about it?" The blonde singer questioned in a confused tone as she turned to the ornaments in her space. "Nothing, love." You laughed at her innocent concern. Minjeong rolled her eyes at your antics, her hand retracting from your cheek and gently slapping your chest. You smiled at your girlfriend, your fingers tucking a loose strand of her bleached hair behind her ear.

"I love you, Minjeong-ah." You whispered out to the girl. The singer could feel her cheeks turn red at your sudden words. But she didn't want to lose to your attack. Minjeong leaned towards you, her face lazily getting closer to yours as her eyes became hooded; "Go love your stupid video game, Y/n-ah."

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delayed after party part 2

solar x reader. 1k words of angst and facing consequences. yes, continuation is here over a year later! read under the cut. warning: I don't want minors reading my contents. part 1 in this series previous series: midnight celebration - part 1 - part 2

"You both know why you're here."

The security girl fidgeted with her fingers, avoiding looking at you two from her seat near the CEO.

Yes, you knew as soon as you stepped into the meeting room with Solar. Realization poured into you like the rainstorm outside, big windows showing a darkening sky with lightning in the distance. The company got fancier with your hard work; that was the truth. During debut times, you'd be oblivious to the outside climate since it used to be settled in a modest basement. There were no cameras around, too — so upper management was also oblivious to the inside climate. Completely unaware of any mishappenings between Solar and you taking place at the practice rooms.

"For formalities sake, for the record," he said while turning his chair around, remote control in hand to close off the blinds, "let's go over it. From the start. Have a seat, please."

Solar sat down first. You felt an uneasiness crumbling up your throat as you finally acknowledged her presence there. She walked by your side the whole time, yet, since your last kiss, you treated her like a ghost — not looking, avoiding being near. Keeping your head down. You approached it as a way to save your energy to tenfold interact and put on a friendly face once promotions begin.

Was it smart, considering you'd been caught? Probably not, and you could hear Solar going on about it inside your head — "We could've come up with a plan, we could've planned what to say" — but instead it just solidified your current behavior. You wouldn't bear her treating your feelings like a work matter ever again, albeit it being the rational course of action.

Just let me be the selfish one, for once.

"Hey," she called up to you, breaking the silence, saying your name in a lower tone. Solar made an effort to accompany the direction of your gaze, eventually locking both in the same place. "It'll be okay. Come on. Sit down too."

You widened your mouth, "What...?" not understanding a thing. Her tone and her sweet demeanor seemed so foreign. You watched Solar, expecting to find the same old traces of nervousness, regret, and anger, but none of it showed while she calmly poured water on an empty cup and slid it in front of the chair you were supposed to sit on. By her side.

"What the hell, Solar..." you whispered, pulling the chair to sit down. It was hard to keep your eyebrows from frowning when her affection finally came, just when you least expected it. Or wanted it.

The thunderstorm outside was loud but not enough to prevent you from hearing the CEO's frustrated sigh. The papers next to him resembled the contract you signed years ago, but you didn't dare stare at it to confirm.

"There's no use in denying anything here, I must warn you. It was sufficient damage to our trust already that you two hid this from us," he said, eyes going from Solar to you and you-to-Solar nonstop. "To guarantee that, let's hear from the security camera's person. What were your findings, Byulyi?"

She put her hand on her chest as if to defend herself from an accusation, "I-I-I-I didn't find it, I just gave their manager the footage when he demanded it..."

"Ahem, right, you didn't snoop on them. Just say what was on your monitor. What the cameras recorded when these two were alone in the practice room."

"Well, kissing. And arguing. Then, crying." Byulyi spoke with pauses and mouthed a sorry when the CEO diverted his eyes from her to Solar and you.

"We can't afford a crisis just before a comeback. Doing his job, your manager realized the change in behaviour after that one practice session and went after the footage," he explained. "So, save my time here. You're not denying it, are you?"

You gulped. It felt like instinct to deny since, after all, you denied even your own feelings related to her. But the words couldn't come forward this time around.

"No," Solar said with an unshakable ease. "It's true. All of it. And there's more to it than what you saw on camera."

Under the table, Solar grabbed your hand and pressed it. She was scared, you supposed, despite her attitude. Scared you might open up with a different story, ruining whatever cold plan she came up with to save her skin. You could see where that was going; you imagined she wouldn't deny it and would proceed to throw you under the bus.

Would she be wrong, though? You were the only one who cared. Who cultivated pointless feelings. If someone was to blame and suffer the consequences, it probably should be you.

But there's nothing more to it, you thought, and would've said if brave enough to, because you never wanted anything to do with me, Solar.

"Okay, more than that? Are you saying it's a relationship, Yongsun?" the CEO asked. "Even in office jobs you would report this sort of thing to HR, you know. Pff," he scoffed.

"I meant more feelings wise," Solar explained. A single tear rolled down your cheek while your hand felt lighter as your fingers escaped her grip. "Not a relationship. No, I'm too stupid for that. I've just been dragging this situation along and don't deserve to be with her."

He crossed his arms at his chest. "Look, I'm not here to hear your drama. Just tell me what is this that you two have exactly."

You looked at Solar, unexpectedly finding out that she'd been crying in silence just like you.

"We have nothing. I like her and that's all, it's irrelevant if she likes me back or not. Heck, I'm not even sure if she does or not." It seemed like she would say more, but the tears got in the way. Byulyi, who seemingly wanted nothing to do with the situation, appeared to be emotional too.

The CEO was the only one with a dry face.

"You just said it's irrelevant if she likes you back or not. Let's get to the point."

"Yes yes, I'm just reaffirming — she has nothing to do with it. As the leader I should've known better than being so unprofessional. The punishment should be on me and accordingly to what's expected of my position."

"So? You're both adults and I watched the footage. It didn't seem like an one-sided thing as you're painting it to be."

Solar sighed. The tip of her fingers found your hand again and caressed it.

"I'm just saying that —" she stopped to dry her tears "— if you're planning on cancelling our contracts, cancel mine. Only mine."

The surprise, the confession, the sacrifice she'd put herself up for because of you. The overwhelm in emotions made you a bit sick for just thinking the opposite, struggling to find the words to stop Solar from what she was trying to do.

The papers on top of the desk, supposedly your contracts, seemed to be growing in size as the CEO's fingers tapped on them. When his eyes diverted from it to you, you knew there was no need to say anything else.

to be continued...

a/n: y'all, after all this time I'm gonna let you hanging! sorry. for those of you who requested it (you know what), next part will have all of it :3

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