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mechaknight-98 · 2 months

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A Train to Busan II (NSFW) FT: Jeewon

Part I

Authors note: sorry for the weird shift in the middle of how they speak in the middle. I was working on a different piece and the dialogue kinda bleed through.

I checked into my hotel on the edge of Busan after the train ride, because I wanted to see the countryside before spending the evening and night sightseeing. Interestingly enough Jeewon was also staying in the same hotel. So after we both checked in we both regrouped in my room. Jeewon was bubbly and as perky as could be. I noticed she was also exceptionally flirty.

A lingering touch here. A rub of the thigh there. I could feel her body inch closer to mine until she took off her shirt and bra leaving her massive bust bare.

“I know Chaehyun got a taste of your body and now I want mine.” She said with a voice made husky by lust.

“I saw you try to be a good man and not sneak looks at our bodies. Not think about how’d you ravish them but you’re not a good man Dino. I can feel it.” She said as she lowered herself to my crotch.

“You sure are cocky. How can you be sure” I challenge

Jeewon’s eyes go wide but then shrink to normal as she begins to massage her chest“I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it in your muscles. You hold back. That thing inside you that you spend every day killing I see it and it wants out. I intend to let it out.” Her words set me on edge. Surely she couldn’t mean what I thought she meant. I wondered if she knew what that part of me was capable of. I worried about her safety but it’s also not often such a voluptuous woman offered her body so willingly to me.

“Run wild fuck my huge breasts. then lose yourself as you claim my pussy, and please drink my milk.” Jeewon says as her breasts begin to leak all over her chest. Jeewon’s words make me question something and so I ask

“You say claim your pussy but your breast leak as though you’re with child. How can that be?” I inquire perplexed

“My body was blessed by a fertility goddess. In that blessing, I would always be fertile.” Between her melodic voice and mesmerizing body, my inhibitions were gone.

I lift her and begin to kiss her Jeewon smiles.

“You taste exciting,” she says eyes lit ablaze with longing and fascination before going in again. I feel her arms snake around my body hoping to bring me closer. As I reciprocate her kinetic pleas for intimacy I paw at her breasts. She moans and breaks the kiss again. She stares at my tattoos and asks “Where did you get these?"

“They were needed for my job,” I reply still guarded. Jeewon pouts and for a moment the bubbly girl is back not the vixen

She tenses and says, “So what do you do for work? Or do you still not trust us?” she asks. I remain cagey about my answer.

“Trust lives by more than just seduction and comfort,” I reply.

“Yet you trust Chae enough to let her claim you?” She teases

“I am not property to be claimed by anyone" I reply

“ Did I strike a nerve? I meant no offense, but please be serious both Hayoung and I see the eyes you have for her.”

“Then why am I here with you?” I ask

Jeewon smiles, “touche”

“Also what's with the old-time speech? I feel like I'm in a Bible class or some old play. Just waiting for you to bust out a thou or a thee.” I question.

Jeewon laughs and her bubbly smile returns, “The platinum tongue is so ingrained you don't even realize its magic has spread.”

“How do you know about that?” I inquired of Jeewon

“Because to me you're not speaking English but Korean. Not modern by any means but to me you sound like a knight of old.”

“Oh well, that checks out,” I say and Jeewon laughs.

“So why Chaehyun?” Jeewon asks

“Well I'm not thinking about her right now for obvious reasons but she chose me first” I answer Jeewon laughs as we go in and out of another kiss. She then pushes me down to the hotel bed and begins her ministrations in earnest.

I discarded my clothes as we feverishly make out, and she wrapped her tits around my cock. Her chest was soaked with her milk letting me almost glide between her mounds. Jeewon smiles as I groan. My eyes roll into the back of my head as she continues to push me closer to release. I watch and writhe as the young woman rubs her sizable breasts along my shaft. Each pull and push lowers my sanity just a little bit.

"Fuck Jeewon." I gasp. Jeewon smiles at me

"Enjoying it?" she questions. I nod at her question and she continues. She watches me with that infectious smile and I reach down and cup her face. Her smile only grows brighter. It brought me a weird sense of comfort, or maybe that was the dopamine from her excellent tit job. regardless I nodded to her question. As she continues I feel myself getting closer and closer. something she takes note of.

"Are you gonna cum?" Jeewon asked, "Do it. Cum all over my tits. Spray them with your seed." she says. her last words were enough to send me over the edge my rod began to expel my seed all over her chest and face.

"You cam a lot," Jeewon says with an amused smile as she takes a finger and wipes the cum off of her chest and puts it onto her face.

"taste a little like vanilla," she says happily. before getting up and approaching the shower. she wiggles her cute butt and asks me to join her.

Before I can answer her My phone has a call it's from Chaehyun. Jeewon walks over and laughs at the name on it.

"Marshmello?" She asks me.

"She's so soft. wait why am I defending myself to you?" I reply. Jeewon laughs and gestures for me to answer it.

"Hey, when you guys are done checking in remember to meet us at the art museum." She said.

"Okay, Mello. Jeewon will be there." I answer

"Good. I will be expecting you," she replied in a sing-song tone. Jeewon watches from her side and gives me a teasing smile. I shoo her away as I finish the call.

"You two are adorable," Jeewon says laughing.

"Oh be quiet."

"No, I am serious. Your smile was this big" Jeewon says exaggerating the size to be her full wingspan (The length between the tip of her longest finger to the other with her arms stretched out horizontally. for those who don't know.) "And she very rarely goes full girly voice." she adds. I smile but then shake it off.

"Y'all are trouble," I reply

"As are you Mister Mysterious Warrior," Jeewon replies.

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hannie-dul-set · 5 months

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PATIENCE, PATIENCE.

p — SIM JAEYUN x gn! reader. g — humor, fluff. w — swearing, making out, secondhand embarrassment aka the hannie-dul-set fic triumvirate + a good amount of public indecency. 1.5k words.

requested by — anon: cocky jock (who loses that cockiness around you) x reserved student librarian (who loses that cool because of him).

note — loosely inspired by a moment from the manhwa "unstoppable hayoung" ifykyk. in a prev fic i alluded beomgyu to a mosquito, in this one jake to a pest. i think i'm seeing a pattern here.

a pest has been following you for quite some time now.

“sim jaeyun.”

his name falls icy off your tongue, prefacing it with a sharp inhale yet the man in question is unfazed. he’s trespassing the barrier that’s preventing you from socking him in the face: the front desk of the library where he’s decided to prop his arms over, leaning into the surface, smiling oh-so-handsomely at you as if you aren’t politely telling him to fuck off with your eyes alone.

then again. you don’t really expect him to understand social cues.

“for the dozenth time, please leave me alone.”

so you verbalize your intent instead.

“i can’t do that, baby,” he replies. “not until you agree to go out with me.”

you suck in a deep huff of air, close your eyes, and dig your fingers into your thighs to ward away the distress.

“just one date. please?” he prods, nudging himself closer over the desk as if the scrawls of paper you’re trying to organize aren’t as important as his incessant badgering. “are you really going to keep saying no to this face?” the face in mention looks particularly punch-able right now. you’ve always taken pride in yourself for being a very patient, patient individual. jake sim from philosophy 102 is testing that patience.

“the library is for reading,” you say through gritted teeth. patience, patience, patience. you’re a daffodil on a breezy field, a piece of driftwood on a steady river. you will not fight a man in your workplace. you will keep your job and maintain inner peace.

“i am reading,” he argues. “i’m trying to read your mind because i don’t get why you don’t want to go out with me.”

holy crap. he’s insufferable.

“i’ve already told you dozens of times, jake.” now, you don’t know a thing or two about the ball sport he does, but that pink varsity jacket is starting to look abhorrent. it’s being shoved into your face the more he tries to throw himself over your desk. a bright jarring color, unsafe for the eyes. “i don’t want to go out with you. also, i’d appreciate if you stop ruining my work.”

one of the documents got wrinkled under his elbow. his mouth opens, “oh, sorry!” and he quickly backs off, ironing the sheet with his palms. “but at least tell me why you don’t want to go out with me. you keep rejecting me with a blank face but i don’t know why.”

your upper lip twitches.

because this is all because of a dare, that’s fucking why.

no, even that aside, the way he keeps arrogantly trying to hit on you, expecting you to just accept it and go is grinding your gears. you’re calm. you’re usually calm. but something about this guy just pushes all your buttons in one go, makes you spew out bullshit you’d never dare yourself to say to anyone else.

“hey,” your rouse. “can you kiss me right now?”

two can play at that game, bitch.

it works. it works really well because jake is suddenly as pink as his jacket. well, you don’t blame him. the library isn’t safe from gross, hormonal activities, but those are usually done in between the shelves— not at the front desk near the entrance.

you’re mimicking his stance, leaned forward, arms crossed over the desk and all. “like— like a peck on the cheek?” he stutters.

“no. like tongue in mouth kissing me like a starved man and it’s your last meal on death row,” you clarify. it’s funny how you can see his brain circuits crashing in real time. serves him right. you let out a breath and stand up, seeing the clock tick closer to your break. you quickly gather your things and circle out from behind the desk, now in cross-armed disappointment next to your persistent pest. “this is why i don’t want to go out with you, jake. you don’t even have feelings for me. you’re doing this because your friends told you to, and i don’t—”

suddenly, you feel something soft on your lips.

suddenly, your knees are weak, your mind is fuzzy, and you’re exchanging spit with jake sim in the library lobby.

wait, you gasp into his mouth and he responds with a grunt. wait, your eyelids flutter, air knocked out of your chest that’s somehow now pressed against his because wait— this wasn’t supposed to go this way.

how dare he actually do what you told him to? how dare he give you the best damn kiss you’ll ever have in your life?

“what the fuck?” you breathe out in intermittent huffs, hands on his chest as you pull yourself back. jake’s hazy eyes are looking at you in a way that makes your brain jump in circles, coupled by the arm that he has looped around your lower back. he’s crazy. he’s fucking crazy. “why— why would you do that?!”

“you told me to kiss you!”

“and you did?!”

your eyes widen at the volume of your own voice, quickly slapping a hand over your swollen lips, but making noise is at the bottom of your library sins today. you see your supervisor’s attention on you from the corner of your eye, and your face flushes. “why would you go this far for a dare?” you say in a quieter voice, still manic, still frantic, and jake flinches hard when you jab a finger to his chest. “you’re nuts, you’re actually nuts, oh my god—”

“wait, what do you mean dare?” your finger seems to be hurting him because he grabs your wrist and brings your hand down. “a dare? a dare to do what?”

you seethe. “don’t play dumb with me, jake. overheard you and your little soccer friends last time—”

“it’s football—”

“i don’t care.” your voice is getting louder again. jake flinches once more. “the problem here is you keep asking me out to date you because your soccer friends are betting on who can bed the quiet library assistant first and— and i’m not going to play dumb just because you’re a good kisser. i’m angry and disgusted and—”

“do you mind continuing your argument outside?”

your mouth is hanging open, paused mid-speech. when you peer to your left, you see that your supervisor has teleported right next to you. oh, god. there goes your job. jake apologizes for the both of you and skews your frozen figure out the door. you’re screwed. your patience could handle six months at starbucks and three months babysitting three toddlers, but i cannot handle one sim jaeyun.

“so,” the perpetrator’s voice snaps you back to reality. you’re both now outside the library, and he’s looking at you with a smugness that begs a kick to the balls. “you think i kiss good.”

your face bitters. “is that your only takeaway from all that?”

“no,” he shakes his head. “i also got that you’re rightfully mad at me for something i have to clear up.”

here we go. you’re curious to see what excuses he’ll make, how many sorry’s he’ll impart, and if he’ll get down on his knees. jake. but his starting words aren’t what you’re hoping for. “there isn’t a bet,” he starts. “my teammates were just trying to tease me because i didn’t have the balls to ask you out. dumb, i know, but they were dumber because they were all like, ‘if you don’t make a move soon, we will, blah, blah, blah’ to provoke me so—”

jake is matching his varsity jacket again.

“long story short, i made them run fifteen laps and decided to get it over with by asking you out on a date.”

you’re brought back to the first instance jake had asked you out— it was in the lecture hall, right after class, and he was wearing the same pink jacket that at this point seems like his second skin. the color isn’t as jarring as you initially thought.

“but rejection didn’t feel nice. so i thought i’d try again.”

you narrow your eyes. “again, as in like, eight times?”

“you counted?” he muses. you are unamused. he clears his throat and continues. “you’re always so calm and collected, but your eyebrows would furrow and your face would scrunch up whenever i threw you the question. it’s cute. i got addicted. you can’t pin all the blame on me.”

you let his words simmer, and with each passing second of silence jake grows more nervous, fidgeting in wait. you decide to spare him the agony, letting out a deep and heavy sigh. “okay. you’re forgiven.”

it’s instantaneous how his face lights up. now, you’re the one flinching.

“nice! does that mean we’re dating now? can i kiss you again?”

“now hold on,” you stop him, mildly appalled, mostly flustered. “i said i forgive you. i never said we can start making out in a public area again.”

he bats his eyes at you. “in private then?”

you want to hit him. you want to hit him so bad. sim jaeyun is the pest that has been following you for quite some time now. you fear that at this point, there’s no getting rid of him now.

PATIENCE, PATIENCE. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

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pommpuriinn · 8 months

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Hybe Game Caterer 1

Outfit

EP. 1-1

𓂃᜔ Joohyung actually came a bit late since she was doing her individual schedule, so she was to walk in front of everyone to get to her group's table. "Ah, how embarrassing!" She ran to her table with her head down. "Noona you came!" Kai met her halfway with his arms open. The rest of txt stood up and hugged her, "it was starting to feel empty without you noona." Yeonjun smashed his cheek with Joohyung's cheek, and started rubbing them together making Joohyung laugh. "Ok, ok, I'm here now." After the group settled down they started looking at their surroundings.

𓂃᜔ Joohyung saw how much Hybe grew as a company since now they have/made more groups after being just a two group company.

𓂃᜔ "Noona they really called you out!" Beomgyu started laughing at her because of the banter BTS sent out to them. If you first read it it's a nice banter wishing them good luck, but unfortunately Taehyung added a little p.s for Joohyung specifically.

Joohyung-ah~ make sure to make friends and hyungs wish you luck

Joohyung instantly shrink into her seat covering her face, "ya! Why would he do that!" Members laughed at her while playfully hitting her. "Wow~ you're so cool noona."

𓂃᜔ of course all the rookies were in 'awe' with the message BTS Taehyung gave to Joohyung while Joohyung in the other hand was ready to punch Taehyung.

𓂃᜔ As it was time for the groups individuality introduction themselves they had to brainstorm first on how they were going to do it. "Woah look at them." Joohyung nodded her head towards fromis_9, as they were lifting up one of their member. As Joohyung wasn't paying attention to her members and just looking at fromis_9 one of their members saw Joohyung was looking at them. "Hello Joohyung-ssi~" Hayoung waved at her.

𓂃᜔ Joohyung's eyes widened and bowed at Hayoung, "hello~" Joohyung nervously waved back at her, causing Hayoung and some of the other girls catching the interaction laugh at Joohyung cutest. "Joohyung-ssi can we call you unnie?" Jiheon asked and pointed at three of her members that are younger than Joohyung. Joohyung was in shock because of how they're social butterflies, "yes you guys can call me unnie."

She gave them a heart gesture before Yeonjun came. "Noona come we have to tell you the plan." Yeonjun pulled her away, but she didn't forget to wave 'bye'.

𓂃᜔ That interaction was highlighted by the editors even editing *she's working hard Taehyung-ie*

𓂃᜔ "Your outfit really stand out noona." Soobin pointed out her full purple set. "I know! I was filming something and they didn't give me time to change, so now I stick out more." The full group was now looking at Joohyung's purple outfit. "You look pretty though." Yeonjun reassured her. "Yeah you might even get more screen time too." Beomgyu pats her head. "Thanks." She did her little iconic bread smile

𓂃᜔ When TXT explained how they were going to introduce themselves to Joohyung, she was instantly met with embarrassment. "You got this. If Soobin can do it you can too." Taehyun encouraged her. "I mean...I guess." She laughed.

𓂃᜔ The music started nice and Joohyung started cringing at how she had to act cute before the song changes to GBGB, which she helped flip the table and started running and still trying to do cute poses.

𓂃᜔ Joohyung loved watching the other groups do their introductions because they also got embarrassed

𓂃᜔ After finishing and cheering for the last group they finally got to sit back at their tents, but as they were walking back Joohyung didn't miss hearing Le Sserafim's Sakura saying, "Wa~ she so pretty in person." Joohyung didn't know that they were talking about her until she looked up and made eye contact with Sakura. Sakura started freaking out a bit, "Ah thank you and I could say the same for you." Joohyung smiled back. "Thank you!" Sakura eyes were big as she bowed at Joohyung.

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EP. 1-2

𓂃᜔ "It's hot. Do we have water?" Joohyung tried waving her herself with her hand. "Huh?!" Yeonjun opens the cooler. "It's empty!"

"Huh?!" The rest of the members yelled. "Don't tell me we have to play for drinks." Joohyung pouted. "Noona's social battery to going to run low soon." Taehyun laughed.

𓂃᜔ As the staff explained all the rules and how to play, Joohyung decided that maybe she should try to make friends with her female coworkers. "Hi, I'm Joohyung." Joohyung walked up to Le Sserafim. Le Sserafim all covered their mouths in shocked that Joohyung went up to them. "Oh hello!" They bowed at her. "Ah...you don't have to be so formal it's ok. You guys can call me unnie."

𓂃᜔ During the game Joohyung just stuck with Soobin throughout the whole thing, but her main goal was to get the case of water. Joohyung luckily got her case of water and immediately dropped them into the cooler.

𓂃᜔ "Um, unnie I brought you guys watermelon." Eunchae smiled, as she passed over the plate of watermelon. "Woah! Thank you Eunchae-ah." Joohyung ran to the other side of the table and hugged Eunchae. "Here I brought candy from my previous schedule have some." Joohyung ran to her bag and ran back to Eunchae with a handful of candy. "Thank you unnie!"

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EP.1-3

𓂃᜔ Knowing that Joohyung wasn't really going to do much this round of games she made herself comfortable sitting close to Soobin with her little fan. "Are you done for today?" Soobin asked her. Joohyung nodded and hummed, "Taehyun-ie was right my battery is running low."

𓂃᜔ Joohyung made sure to cheer Beomgyu on as he was running to get 1st place. "Wow! Beom run!" She was waving her arms around.

𓂃᜔ "Kai too cute~" Joohyung wanted to squeeze their maknae with his Pokémon impressions, Joohyung was seen with her arms out wanting Kai.

𓂃᜔ "Mine Kai and Beom!" Joohyung met them halfway as she ran to hug them. "I'm proud of you guys!"

𓂃᜔ "Steal a cookie for me please~" Joohyung pouted at Beomgyu who was having the same idea. "Me too." Yeonjun patted his back, as Beomgyu started to stand up. Beomgyu tried doing the challenge first before ultimately failing and stealing two other cookies with him.

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coldfanbou · 1 year

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Competition

This was a piece I owed the picture list make, so here it is. The concept is Seeun and Hayoung both want a particular leadership position and do what they have to secure it. OC just happens to be the son of the person in charge and offers to put in a good word for whoever is better for him. There's some degradation, and rough sex.

Length 2K

Seeun and Hayoung x Mreader

"Coach, we'll let you fuck us, and the better one will be the cheerleading captain. Doesn't that sound great, having two young ladies begging you to fuck them?"

"Seeun, Hayoung, I am not doing that under any circumstances. I will give the leadership position to whoever best fits it. That is final, am I understood?"

"Yes, coach." The two women said.

This was the tail end of the conversation you overheard between Seeun, Hayoung, and your dad, the coach. While he might not take their offer, you will. You made a quick plan. The next day, after their practice, you walked over to them. "Hayoung, Seeun, I have a little offer for you two. I heard that you both wanted to be the cheer squad captain. Now, if you were willing to do me a favor…say, give the basketball team a strip tease and then have sex with me. I'd put in a good word for you. Well, I'd put in a good word for whoever was better."

The pair look at you before Hayoung speaks up, "Have sex with you in front of the basketball team?"

"No, after they leave. It would just be me and you two."

"Deal," Seeun said without a second thought. Hayoung debated for a quick moment before agreeing as well.

"Great, that's great. This Friday, we'll meet for your little show. I'll get the keys to the locker room and set everything up for our strippers." Having successfully gained their agreement, you start spreading the message to the other basketball team members. When the day arrives, you steal the key to the locker room and open the door. Getting there early to set up for Seeun and Hayoung, you move benches to the shower area setting up a small stage for the pair to dance on. Once everything is set, you wait for them to arrive. Seeun and Hayoung get there before any of the team members come. "Hello, Seeun, Hayoung. How are you two doing today?"

"Shut it; we're just doing this to be the cheer squad leader," Seeun answered.

"If you're going to be that rude, I should give Hayoung my recommendation."

"H-hold on just a second. I didn't mean it to come out that way. I-I meant it as a joke, yeah, a joke."

"Wasn't very funny, Seeun."

"I-"

"I'm doing good; I can't wait for our time together after the strip tease," Hayoung said as she cut off Seeun. Hayoung's finger circled your chest. "You can do whatever you want to me. Whatever you want." She whispered into your ear, exciting you. Your hand slithered down to her ass, and you started groping it. The soft flesh jiggled as you shook it. Hayoung failed to contain a light moan as you played with her ass, and Seeun watched on in dismay as you fondled Hayoung. As she felt her chances grow slimmer, Seeun pressed herself against you.

"Touch me too. I want you to touch me." She begged as she took your hand and pressed it against her breast. "Please, use me." You fondled her breast through her clothes; it was on the smaller side, but it was still enjoyable, you thought to yourself.

Knowing the players were arriving soon, you told the pair to get ready and let go of them. Hayoung and Seeun each put on something they thought would improve their dances. Hayoung chose to wear a short plaid skirt jacket combo with a black crop top. Seeun decided to wear a pink skirt and top, both of which looked like they were going to take a lot of work to take off when performing. As the team stood by the edges of the makeshift stage, you got onto it, "Welcome, gentlemen, you all know why we're here!" You shouted at them. They roar back with enthusiasm.

"Looks like you're all ready! Then first up, we have Hayoung!" You motion for them to leave an opening for her to walk onto the stage, and they do. Quickly, you and Hayoung exchanged places; as she stood on stage, it was easy to see she was nervous. The basketball team cheers her on as she simply stands there. You started the music, and after a few seconds, she began to dance. As she got into the song's rhythm, she became more comfortable. She quickly ditched her jacket, swinging it over her head as she walked around the stage. Once she dropped it, Hayoung would slide her hands up and down her abdomen, squeezing her breasts together and occasionally leaning over to give a few members a better look at her cleavage. Hayoung danced around the stage as the song continued, giving each section a small show. Hayoung returned to the center, placing a hand on her skirt before whipping it off. As Hayoung revealed her lacy black panties, the crowd went wild. Hayoung made things hotter as she bent over and spread her cheeks for everyone to see. The song came to a close, and you could hear Hayoung say, "aww! I was just getting started."

"Give it up for Hayoung!" You yelled to the team. In response, they chanted her name; Hayoung gathered her things and walked off the stage. You didn't want to give the basketball team too much time to cool off. So you sent Seeun out there immediately afterward. "The next and last lady we have up is Seeun!" You start the music as she walks up, and she wastes no time. Seeun immediately throws away her skirt and starts shaking her hips. Her ass jiggles as she dances around the stage. She would stop and squat before moving as if she were grinding on someone. Everyone enjoyed watching her more proactive dance. She teased the audience by acting as if she was going to unzip her top before wagging her finger at them. As they booed her for her teasing, Seeun ripped off her top to reveal her bare breasts. She had control of the crowd from now until the end of her dance. Once the song is over, she walks off the stage confident as can be.

You end the show there, "I hope you fellas enjoyed the show. Who did you enjoy more?" You ask them. Yells for both girls reach your ears, neither sounding louder than the other. "Thank you all for coming. That's all I have for you tonight." The team piles out of the room, patting your back and thanking you for the show. Once the last one leaves, you close the door behind him and turn around to look at the ladies still in the outfits they performed in. "You two did a really good job."

"Thanks. Did you enjoy yourself too?" Hayoung asks as she puts a hand on your groin.

"I did very much." Your hand grabs Hayoung's ass, "but I know something that's going to be much more enjoyable." Hayoung starts to strip off her panties and top; Seeun removes the remaining articles of clothing while coming up behind you.

"Don't forget about me." Seeun undoes your pants and pulls out your cock. As she strokes your cock, Hayoung gets on her knees and licks the tip. As Seeun starts to stroke the length of your cock, Hayoung is forced away and instead decides to suck on your balls. Her warm tongue swirling slowly around your balls sends shivers down your spine as you moan. Seeun further pleasures you as she kisses your neck and whispers, "This is only with my hand; imagine me bouncing on your cock, moaning your name over and over again."

"Oh fuck, Seeun," you moan as you imagine just that. As precum drips from the head of your cock, Hayoung moves back up and captures the head of your cock. Her tongue moves quickly, running over your head repeatedly. "Fuck, I'm cumming." You say through gritted teeth as Hayoung tries to drink your cum. As her mouth becomes full, she pulls away, with the remaining cum landing on her chest and mouth. Hayoung shows you her empty mouth after she drank the cum you gave her. As she stands up, Seeun pushes her until she falls back onto the makeshift stage. Lying on top of her, Seeun starts licking and kissing Hayoung, claiming any leftover semen for herself.

It turns you on seeing Seeun be so aggressive to Hayoung; as you approach them, Seeun yells, "fuck us like this!" Their pussies are stacked on top of each other you slide your cock between them. You didn't want to give her the satisfaction of ordering you around. The pair moaned as they felt your cock slide between their bodies. While you enjoyed the feeling, it left you unsatisfied. You pointed your cock towards Seeun first, ramming it in. She let out a tremendous moan. "Oh fuck!" As you started to move, she moaned for more.

You smacked her ass as hard as you could. "You're not in charge here, Seeun. I am. Now be a good slut and take my cock." You commanded as you impaled her with every thrust. Seeun's tough demeanor started to break quickly as she felt your cock split apart her walls with every thrust.

Soon enough, you hear her wailing, "Please slow down! I'm sorry! Slow down!" You continue your ferocious assault on her pussy despite her pleas.

"Hayoung, quiet her down."

"Okay!" Replied Hayoung in her cheery voice. Hayoung grabbed the back of Seeun's skull and forced her into a kiss. Now that Seeun was silenced, you grew rougher with her, spanking her repeatedly until her skin turned red. You felt Seeun's pussy become tighter as your thrusts grew faster.

Even through Hayoung's kiss, a muffled "I'm cumming" by Seeun was heard. As Seeun came, she started squirting all over Hayoung.

"You came already, Seeun? And here I thought you would last a lot longer." Pulling out of Seeun, you start to tease Hayoung's pussy. Moving along her folds, "Are you ready, Hayoung?"

"More than ready, fuck me hard." You align yourself and quickly drive your cock deep into her pussy. "Oh fuck yes, come on. Fuck me like the stupid little slut I am." She says to you. Aroused by her self-degradation, you start fucking her will all the strength you have. Hayoung takes the opportunity to kiss the barely conscious Seeun, occasionally slapping her ass. As she holds onto Seeun's ass Hayoung says, "You fucked this little whore good, fuck me like that too." You start moving faster, drawing loud moans from Hayoung. "Yes, yes, yes! Just like that!"

"Fuck, you’re so tight, Hayoung!" You moan as you struggle to keep from cumming.

"I'm tight for you, just for you!" Hayoung's pussy was tighter than Seeun's; as your cock tore through Hayoung, you could feel yourself struggling to pull out of her. You didn't think it could get any tighter until you heard her yell that she was cumming. "I'm gonna cum!" She screamed as her legs wrapped around you. "Cum inside me, cum inside your slut. Fill me with your cum, please!" She yelled as she started to squirt. You gave her a few more thrusts before you buried your cock in her and gave her all the cum she wanted. Her pussy milked you as you remained inside her. Hayoung's heavy breathing filled the room as you pulled out of her. "T-take a picture of your sluts" she said.

You stood back and watched as Hayoung's pussy leaked cum. You grab your phone and take a picture from the side. Hayoung gives you a peace sign while Seeun simply lies there. "I'll put in a good word for you, Hayoung. You definitely deserve to be the leader."

"Thank you, but could we still do this more often? I like being your little slut."

“Yeah, we could do this a lot more; we could even play with our little friend here.”

#seeun smut #kpop smut #stayc smut #hayoung smut #fromis 9 smut #m reader #male reader

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gangplanksorenji · 2 years

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Delight

Pairing: fromis_9 Hayoung x Male Reader

Word Count: 1932

A/N 1: Hello Orenjideul! I'm back with another fluff featuring our birthday girl, Hayoung! I just made this quick and it is unedited, so I hope this turns out well. Stay safe everyone and enjoy this piece! <3

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Series of boisterous chatterings can be heard from their set as the members and the staff celebrated Hayoung’s birthday which Hayoung certainly enjoys.

Blowing the candle as the members cheer for her, Hayoung never felt delighted in her entire life as a precious smile prints her face, knowing how much they treasure Hayoung’s birthday and that almost made her tear up by just thinking of it.

It was too much for her heart to handle: the balloons, the mini tiara on the top of Hayoung’s head, the cake and the positivity that envelops each person on the set says enough. With that being said, the members then took pictures of Hayoung to gather a memory that she’ll forever cherish.

“Happy birthday Unnie!” A radiating sunshine comes near Hayoung as the rest of the members are preparing to leave the set as the shoot has been over.

“Thank you Jiheon…” Hayoung responded with a deep sigh right after, making Jiheon concerned as her eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh, what’s the matter Unnie? Is there something wrong?”

“Nothing much, Jiheon-ah. It’s just…”

Like the smart and clever girl she is, Jiheon got a grasp on why Hayoung is feeling off suddenly. She then reassures her with some encouraging words as well as a few pats on her back as Hayoung faintly smiles with her actions yet she can’t help but still feel the hint of disgruntled despite the day being complete.

“He’ll come Unnie, you just need to wait…”

“I hope so, Jiheon.”

After a couple of seconds of Hayoung contemplating, Jiheon then invites her to join the group as they’re going to go home to their dorm. Hayoung insists as she wants to be alone but she’s later convinced by Saerom and Seoyeon.

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“I’ll just go and sleep alright? Good night and also, Happy birthday again Unnie!” Nagyung cheerfully bid ‘goodnights’ to Hayoung and Saerom as the rest of the members are preparing themselves to sleep in their own designated, shared rooms.

It has been another exhilarating day for the group and Hayoung is definitely tired yet her heart still shouts for that one thing that she’s wanting before the day ends is that you, here on her 25th birthday.

It has been almost 11 pm, just an hour left before the day is over and you never showed up even in a single second. Hayoung is frustrated upon your absence despite all of the memories she made today.

“Hey Hayoung-ah, I’m sure that he’ll come here… he’s just maybe rushing just to get you as he’s busy. There’s still hope…”

Saerom’s reassuring tone enlightens Hayoung to still fall on the positive side rather than thinking on the opposite. Maybe, in reality, you may not come but there’s still a fire igniting in Hayoung's heart that you’ll celebrate her birthday with open arms.

“He promised to come here… B-But, I’ll still wait…”

Saerom smiles as she’s enlightened about her thinking. After a few more talks with Hayoung, Saerom then gestured to Hayoung that she’ll go to her room to sleep as a nod from Hayoung is the response. As she’s the only one who’s ‘awake’, she then wanders her eyes from the vast night sky, reminiscing the fun moments with you and the other members. She smiles and giggles with those thoughts, knowing how much all of you mean to her yet she can’t escape the fact that you’re still not here, and brings back the frown on her face.

*doorbell rings*

Jisun then hurriedly walks to the stairs as Hayoung stops her, hoping that it’s you as dopamine starts boosting Hayoung, making her squeal in delight.

“I’ll open the door Jisun-ah, maybe it’s him…”

“Okay Unnie, have fun… The both of you! Ehe…”

Within Hayoung’s actions, Jisun went back to her room as Hayoung opened the door—she didn’t even bother peeking as excitement ran down her veins—and to her surprise, an angel appeared as she was stunned, her joy above the limits, higher than the roof.

“Oppa! I missed yo-ou…” Hayoung hugs you tightly as her head snuggle on your chest, making you hug her in response without even being able to muster a single word.

It has been months since you last saw her personally after her promotions and the both of you treasured that moment. You felt bad for her because you know that she’s been waiting for you all throughout the day and that hurts you. The both of you knows how busy both your schedules are as you barely got any time to meet her personally, so the both of you depended on the Internet to still manage a healthy relationship but it feels off, it feels like something is missing with that but you never complained any further. You even rushed to their set only to know that they’ve finished shooting, making you anxious as the day’s going to end and you haven’t seen her yet here you are, just inches away from Hayoung, enveloped in a embrace.

“I’m sorry Hayoung-ah. I’m sorry that I’m late. I’m sorry that I’m-”

“Sh-shhh… It’s alright Oppa.” Hayoung puts a finger on your mouth and shushes you. She knows why you’re late and it’s for your benefit, not hers. Hayoung also knows all the things you’ve done just to get here and with that effort, she appreciates it wholeheartedly. Hayoung then kisses you on your right cheek as a giggle comes out of her mouth, her cheeks flushed a tint of red and so are yours, but it’s your ears.

“Oh, how rude am I, come on in!”

You stepped up on their doorstep as you took a look around the dorm, looking different on what you saw last time.

“Wow, pretty much a lot has changed, eh?”

“Yeah, we arranged a lot of things here and cleaned too. Also… when was the last time you went here, Oppa?”

“About your ‘DM’ promotions, I guess… So??”

“Oh wow, that was a long time ago… I mean not that much but still, yeah.”

As she’s telling a series of stories to you, from the memories she made today up to the simple things she made, you can’t help but be stunned by her beauty, her side profile, which never fails to make you mesmerize. You’re in awe as time feels slower, her voice echoing as she snapped her fingers, realizing that you’re daydreaming about her.

“Yah! Were you even listening, Oppa??”

“Uh-uhh-UH! I’m sorry Hayoung-ah, continue…”

She sighed as she clicked her tongue, continuing what she’s saying as you looked at her in awe, again, her visuals being the epitome of being impeccable and you’re not surprised. You listened to her stories as a series of laughs and teases reverberated around the area. Hayoung smiles are really contagious as it shows everytime you’re together as dopamine runs down your veins. Between her words, you involuntarily said something that shocked Hayoung.

“You’re so beautiful Hayoung-ah…”

“T-Thank you, Oppa…”

Hayoung was stopped between her sentences as her cheeks flushed red from your compliment and her tone went shy. She gets a lot of compliments regarding her beauty but it just hits different when you say it, especially with the sincerity in your tone.

“Hayoung-ah, you may not know this but, I’m really thankful about everything that we’ve been through. Thank you for coming into my life. Thank you for the things you’ve done for me. The times when you comforted me, I’m so grateful for all of that. I’m glad to meet you Hayoung, so glad to be with you…”

A sudden silence was broken with your hug as you embraced her tightly, showing your affection towards her as those words made her frozen on the spot. The both aren't used to opening up to each other whenever you’re together as it explains how much courage you gathered to say it and how shocked Hayoung is.

You stroked her hair as you wanted to make Hayoung feel comfortable. Her blossom perfume brushes your nostrils as you smile, knowing that she used the perfume you gave her months ago. Not so long after, the two of them enveloped each other in an embrace as you kissed her forehead, making her squeal in delight as the both of you exchanged smiles.

“I love you Hayoung.”

“I love you too, Oppa.”

Tears began flowing her cheeks without you noticing. You then wiped it out as the both of you exchanged smiles again, making you adore her pristine features.

“Gosh, she’s just too adorable…” You muttered under your breath as you’re in awe.

Not so long after, you invited her to watch a movie as she eagerly agreed. She jumped out of the couch as she got you some water because she knows how tiring your schedules were and how tiring it is to get to their dorm.

She then held your hand as she rested her head on your chest, making you smell a familiar scent from the fragrant shampoo that she used—it was also your gift months ago alongside the perfume you gave.

“This will be fun, Oppa!”

“It will be…”

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The breeze outside sets up the mood for everything that can be sentimental, yet it’s the opposite to you as it’s just full of ecstasy. She’s your happiness and you’re treasured to have her and vice versa. You never have such joy being with her even though it’s just for a little amount of time. You never complained but rather cherished this moment, this moment enough to be reminisced about in the future.

The movie started rolling the credits as you’re thrilled and intrigued about the story to the point that you didn’t realize that Hayoung was up to something.

“Hayoung-ah… Hayo-”

Before you could continue your second call, you noticed that Hayoung was sleeping soundly and peacefully, so you turned off the television with the remote. You could just adore her flawless features as you’re in awe again.

“I guess this is where I go… Happy birthday, my sunshine.”

You smiled as you tuck her hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead, gesturing a ‘goodnight’ signal to her. As you’re getting ready and facing the opposite to hers, to your surprise, a hand stops you from going as you can see a drowsy Hayoung pleading with you to not go.

“Please stay, Oppa…” her saccharine tone is soft, so soft that it tempts you to not go and just to be by her side until the morning.

“I may disturb all of you and we can meet tom-”

You were shushed by her sudden kiss on the cheeks as her eyes pleaded you to not go, for the second time.

“Please??”

How can you not resist her? With all of the doubts, you stayed and Hayoung regained some energy, just enough to squeal in delight, again.

“Should we sleep somewhere else?”

“Let’s just sleep here, Oppa. I have a blanket by my side.”

“Okay then. Happy Birthday again, Hayoung-ah…”

“Thank you Oppa. Good night.”

“Good night sunshine…”

As your sunshine closed her eyes, magically your eyes closed too as you felt drowsy on how tired you are. This may not be the best of all bonds you’ve been with Hayoung but it’s always special whenever you’re with her, and that’s what matters.

Twenty-five. A number signifying a quarter of a hundred yet there’s no measurement on how much you love her. Another year was added as there’s more to count, to bond with her and to make limitless memories with her. She’s your everything and you’re happy to be with her, until the end.

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A/N 2: Happy 25th birthday again to the most adorable raccoon, Hayoung! Also, if you're reading this, thank you for the 800-follower milestone! I appreciate everyone of you and love y'all! <3

#fromis_9 #hayoung #fromis_9 fluff #fromis_9 scenarios #fromis_9 x male reader #fromis_9 fic

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#FICTITIOUSCORE PERFORMANCE !

FIND DOLLIKE AT .... @dolliqu !

On December 31st, 2023, Dollike appeared on Ficticiouscore as part of promotions for their debut EP What a Wonderful World. They performed two songs, ‘On My Mind’ and ‘Pretty Doll’.

This ‘On My Mind’ performance was pretty unremarkable, being similar in concept to many others of the era. The styling and set design were kept simple, to compliment the relaxed tone of the track. As per usual, the dolls were styled to match. They donned light-wash denim overalls, cropped white baby tees, and white Air Force ones. Their looks were topped off with chunky, beaded jewelry in rainbow pastels, white wrist-length gloves, and white, faux-fur earmuffs for each doll. Their makeup was kept simple and their hair was left down. The stage itself was simple too, consisting mainly of several screens that displayed cloudscapes and pastel colorscapes during the performance. A sign reading ‘On My Mind’ was hung just slightly off center, and joined by a handful of other smaller signs in the shapes of clouds.

‘Pretty Doll’ was the rarest b-side to see on a music show during the era, and this performance marked the third and final time it would be promoted. The dolls wore pink football jerseys and white shorts, knee-length white socks as well as their Air Force ones. Their makeup and hair were styled uniquely. Soyoung wore her silky brushed-out curls in a high ponytail with a white bow. Yurina wore hers in long double braids, tied off with white bows. Nayoung wore her signature wispy bangs and brushed-out curls down. And Hayoung wore her layered cut-down as well. The stage was designed to resemble a high school gym, complete with a set of aluminum bleachers on one end and a pink basketball hoop on the other. Athlete posters of the members were hung on the fake walls that boxed in the set, with Soyoung and Nayoung holding ping-pong paddles, Yurina holding a baseball bat and Hayoung holding a soccer ball.

Netizens were divided on how to feel about the performances. Some said that it was disappointing to see yet another bland ‘On My Mind’ stage, asking why they’d even bother to continue promoting the song if there was no inspiration for new concepts. Others focused on the ‘Pretty Doll’ stage, commending the dolls and their team for the unique and memorable concept. The dolls’ actual performances gave nothing to complain about, their live singing was stable and their stage presence was charming, so netizens had to talk about something.

Impressed by DOLLIKE'S performance? You can vote for them on FICTITIOUSCORE and help them take home the first-ever FICTITIOUSCORE trophy!

#⊹ PERFORMANCES #fictional idol group #fictional idol community #kpop fanfic #idol oc #kpop oc #fake kpop oc #kpop au #idol au #kpop addition #idolverse #oc girl group #bts addition #fake kpop girl group #fake kpop idol #oc kpop group #stray kids addition

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‘✷’ : CHAPTER TEN “yoon jeonghan always knows”

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chapter word count: 4.7k+

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summary: "lately, seokmin had come to a realisation. joshua hong, seokmin thought, was a little bit of an enigma." - in which seokmin has known joshua for years, but he's always been a bit of a mystery to him. and as the days go by, he finds himself falling further and further for the enigmatic man, wanting to find out who the real Joshua Hong is behind his polite smiles and warm eyes and sweet words.

notes: teehee i love this chapter actually

Lately, Seokmin had come to a realisation.

He might, Seokmin thought, be a little bit in love with Joshua Hong.

The moment he dramatically flung open the door to the literature office, Hayoung jumped in her seat before tilting her head curiously as Seokmin, without so much as saying a word, flounced across the office before collapsing at his desk, head buried in his arms.

She looked over at him for a moment, and blinked rapidly as a drawn-out groan came from under his arms. But then, ultimately deciding that it was just Seokmin’s everyday dramatics, she shrugged and turned back to the essays she was grading.

Seokmin, on the other hand, was currently in the middle of the biggest crisis of his entire existence.

He was still reeling from his realisation yesterday—he was in love with Joshua? How on Earth had that happened?—and he’d ignored the entire school for the whole morning, barely even able to focus on his lessons, too preoccupied with going all over his encounters with Joshua, trying to find how exactly he’d even managed to fall in love.

Seokmin was replaying one particular moment exactly three months and two days ago where he’d seen Joshua waving at him from a passing bus window, when Yuna and Minjun walked in, having finally gotten off their last lesson and prepared to have their lunch break, and both teachers looked down confusedly at Seokmin's devastated state.

"What's up with him?" Minjun asked, pointing in Seokmin's direction as he set his things down on his desk.

“He’s having his monthly breakdown,” Hayoung answered, while Seokmin whined into his hands incoherently. She leaned over to pat the top of his head, smoothing down the hair at the back of his neck. “Our department’s baby is having a bad day, I think.”

Seokmin whined again, lifting his head up to rest his chin on his arm. “Guys, what would you do if you found out you’ve been in love with someone for ages?”

“In love?” Yuna repeated as she leaned against Seokmin’s desk, reaching over and poking his cheek. “Who are you in love with?”

Seokmin squirmed a little, partly to get away from Yuna’s affectionate pokes and partly out of embarrassment, lips twisting shyly. “You know that new teacher in the music department? The one that came after those guys left to start their own company?”

Minjun gasped loudly. “Joshua-ssi?” His hand came down on the back of Seokmin’s seat, presumably to pull him away from the desk and finally lift his head up, but he missed and ended up slapping the teacher on the back instead, making Seokmin wheeze and cough. “Sorry, sorry. Are you talking about Joshua-ssi?”

“Oh, Mr. Hong?” Hayoung asked, wheeling her chair closer to Seokmin’s desk. They were all gathered around him now, like overbearing mothers listening to their child’s latest drama. “I thought you were already dating him.”

Seokmin, having only just stopped coughing at Minjun’s sudden attack, choked and started spluttering yet again. “Wh—what?” He waved away Yuna’s hands, and then sat up and looked at Minjun, who was smiling sheepishly. “Did you think that too?”

Minjun shrugged. “We all thought you were already dating,” he said. “Are you not?”

Seokmin’s eyes dissolved into something so devastated, as if Minjun’s question had made him unbearably sad, and he looked like he was going to cry. Eyes glistening, he shook his head sorrowfully.

“We’re not. I’m just hopelessly in love with him,” he whined, “and there’s no way he could love me back.”

Minjun’s eyes widened in utter surprise and he opened his mouth to say something when there came a knock at the door, and they all looked up as a student poked her head into the room, smiling a little awkwardly.

“Uh, hello,” she said. “Mr. Lee asked me to come by at lunch to collect my essay? I wasn’t in the lesson when he handed them out…”

Instantly, the rest of the literature teachers dispersed and went back to their own desks, attempting to look absorbed in their own work. Seokmin shook his head at their antics before beckoning in the student.

“Yes, Heejin, come in,” he said, plastering a bright look on his face. “You had a music exam that day, didn’t you? How did that go?”

Heejin blinked, surprised, before nodding with a smile. “It went well!”

Seokmin smiled again, rifling through the papers on his desk before finding her essay, handing it back to her. “That’s good to hear. Overall, you did quite well, especially with your introduction, but make sure that your line of argument is clear.” He pointed at the comments that he’d made, and Heejin bobbed her head dutifully in thanks.

“Thank you,” she said, smiling, clutching her paper. “Also, sir, by any chance, are you coming to the school’s music concert in a few weeks’ time?”

“Concert?” Seokmin repeated, having to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from screaming out that he’ll probably be too busy having an existential crisis to come. He was still at work, after all. “Hmm, perhaps. I didn’t even know we were having one.”

She smiled, rocking back and forth on her feet. “It’s the Autumn Concert! We have it every year. I—I thought you might already know, since Mr. Hong is leading the senior’s choir this year. Sir,” she added, eyes shifting around the office. “You know, since you and Mr. Hong are… um, very good friends.”

Minjun, attempting to read ‘Macbeth’ upside down, muffled a snort behind the pages.

Seokmin gnawed the inside of his cheek once again, and smiled. “I’ll have to check my schedule to see if I’m busy,” he said, “but I might come! You’re going to be in it, aren’t you?” When the student nodded, he just smiled wider. “In which case, I’ll think about coming, for sure.”

Heejin giggled, smiling, before bowing in thanks and backing out of the office, the door swinging shut behind her. The moment she was gone, Seokmin whirled around to Minjun, shaking his head exasperatedly.

“Why did you start laughing while she was talking?”

Minjun turned around in his seat, eyes glittering in a way that curiously reminded Seokmin of the devious look that Jeonghan sometimes had while he knew something that someone else didn’t. Instead of answering, however, he just grinned, and before Seokmin could get the chance to whine and pester him further, there was a knock on the door and a head peered into the office once again.

“Hello,” Joshua said, ducking his head in greeting, eyes scanning the room before they landed on Seokmin, and his expression softened almost instantly. “I’m here for Seokmin.”

Seokmin barely managed to stop his thoughts from melting into a puddle of incoherent goo, smiling back at the music teacher. He had no explanation for the way his heart skipped a beat at the mere sound of Joshua’s voice.

(Actually, he did.)

(It was because it was Joshua, and Seokmin was deeply, deeply in love with him.)

As it was, Seokmin let out a little squeak at Joshua’s words, which prompted a round of silent giggling across the office. “Let me just get my stuff,” he said, ignoring his colleagues as he stood up and grabbed his phone. He smiled at Joshua. “You can wait in here, Shua hyung. These guys won’t mind.”

Joshua smiled, shook his head, and just opened the door wider for Seokmin. “It’s okay. You might want to put on your coat, though,” he said. “It’s a bit cold outside.”

“Oh, right.” Seokmin grabbed his coat from the back of his chair, tugging it on. “Be good,” he warned his colleagues, wagging a finger threateningly at them, but judging from the way Yuna just grinned and Hayoung hummed and Minjun didn’t even look up from his upside down ‘Macbeth’, none of them were really taking his threat seriously.

That was whatever, though. Seokmin was used to his department’s antics. He hopped through the door that Joshua was holding open for him, and then interlinked his arm with the elder’s as they walked down the corridor.

“You said you wanted to go to that sandwich shop for lunch today, right?” Seokmin said. “What stuff do they have?”

“Sandwiches,” Joshua said, and then laughed as Seokmin nudged him in the side. “You’ll see when we get there. I think you’ll really like what they have.”

“Really?” Seokmin said, teasingly. “What if I decide I’m gonna hate them just to prove you wrong?”

“You wouldn’t. Plus, I have faith that you’re really going to love these sandwiches,” Joshua said, smiling, all warm and lovely and Seokmin kind of wanted to melt at how pretty Joshua was.

Then Joshua tightened his arm in his, pulling him closer to his side as they exited the school, asking how Seokmin’s morning had been in that sweet, rose gold voice, gentle and genuine and Seokmin was reminded once again of how his heart resided not in his own chest, but well and truly cradled in Joshua’s hands.

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“—think that Seungcheol hyung is just so, so Zeus-like?” Seokmin said, eyes wide in earnestness even while Joshua laughed into his sandwich across from him. “Hey, stop laughing! Don’t you think so?”

Joshua had to take a few breaths to gather himself, shaking his head, eyes still bright with mirth. Seokmin found himself beaming too, his lips responding to the sounds of Joshua’s own happiness.

“I’m so serious,” he insisted. “Doesn’t he give off the vibes of the most himbo jock in the world?”

That had Joshua bursting into laughter once more, head thrown back, and they were getting a couple of weird stares from the other customers within this sandwich shop, but Seokmin didn’t even care, his face feeling like it was going to split into two any second, utterly delighted at the laughter he’d managed to elicit from Joshua.

“You need to stop saying it like that,” Joshua said, still laughing. He set down his sandwich, dabbing at his eyes with the back of his hand. “Oh, god. Wow, I don’t think I’ve laughed that much in ages.” He looked up at Seokmin again, and his irises seemed to fill with bright light as his eyes crinkled once more, cracking up. “And what makes it even better is that you’re right.”

Seokmin laughed too, bright and loud and bursting and they were definitely getting more than a couple of weird stares now. “Right? You see it too, right?”

Joshua shook his head, shoulders shuddering in laughter. “I do, I do.”

It took a long while, but eventually they calmed down, enough for Joshua to finally properly wipe his eyes and pick up his sandwich again, asking Seokmin about his Greek God allocations for the rest of their friends. Seokmin immediately lit up again, running off on a tangent in between sips of his soda, and Joshua watched him, smiling and humming at his decisions.

They’d been at it for a good half an hour now, spending most of their time talking rather than eating the food that they’d come to eat during their lunch break. It was how, usually, their lunch breaks went, and Seokmin delighted in those kinds of moments, where he and Joshua were in this little bubble, away from the rest of the world, talking and laughing like they had all the time in the entire universe.

And it was kind of nice to see how those moments didn’t change, even though Seokmin had been wracked with the realisation that he was in love with Joshua.

“—in love,” Seokmin blurted out, and then blinked rapidly, his brain finally zoning back in to what his mouth was saying. “Wait, what was I saying?”

Joshua was smiling, and his eyes were an array of colours, bright and swirling and when he laughed, Seokmin could only describe the sound as fond. “You were talking about how Eros and Psyche couldn’t have been truly in love.”

“Oh!” Seokmin beamed, nodding. “Right. So, because Eros pricked himself on his arrows when he first saw Psyche, it can’t have been real love.”

Joshua hummed, tilting his head. “But his arrows are the manifestation of genuine love, aren’t they?”

“No one can fall in love that quickly and decide to risk godly wrath to make sure she’s forever safe from harm,” Seokmin said. “Especially at first sight.”

That made Joshua smile, resting his chin on his hand. “I think you’re underestimating the strength of love at first sight.”

Seokmin shook his head. “Nah. Would you be willing to purposefully defy your divinely powerful mother for a pretty human you just met?”

Joshua’s eyes sparkled, gazing unfalteringly into Seokmin’s own. “Of course.”

A beat.

“Oh,” Seokmin said, softly. And then he beamed. “That’s so lovely, hyung! See, you’re totally proving how you’re exactly like a god of love.” He clasped his hands together, still grinning. “Whoever you fall in love with is gonna be so lucky to be loved by you.”

Joshua chuckled, looking down at his empty plate. “I just hope that they’ll love me back too.” He looked up at Seokmin again, taking a sip of his water. “So how is your end-of-semester marking going?”

At the mention of the pile of papers on his desk that he had yet to tackle, Seokmin groaned and Joshua laughed.

“Don’t even mention them,” Seokmin said despairingly. “Every semester I promise myself I’ll get more organised, and then I don’t.”

“Maybe you should promise yourself this semester, too.”

“But it just doesn’t work!”

Joshua laughed again, leaning across the table to pat Seokmin’s hand placatingly even while the literature teacher continued to lament his mountain of work. The conversation continued on like that, their comfortable back-and-forth going on until they had to leave and go back to work.

Seokmin liked it. Liked how Joshua was unwaveringly sweet, and other than the fact that his heartbeat sounded far too loud in his own ears, Seokmin was grateful for how nothing else seemed to change. It was hard, he found, to be different about Joshua. To be more awkward, or to be more withdrawn. It was hard, because Joshua’s eyes would light up gold in tandem with Seokmin’s and the smile on his lips was always devastatingly genuine, prompting Seokmin to be nothing but himself in return.

They walked back to the school, and Joshua took Seokmin’s hand in his own, wordlessly warming up Seokmin’s frozen fingers as they continued to talk about anything and everything. It made Seokmin smile, leaning further into Joshua’s side, chest swelling with something so light and sparkling gold.

───────────── ‘✷,

Seokmin's phone started ringing the moment he reached home that evening.

“Hi, Jeonghan hyung!” he chirped as he unlocked the door, stepping inside. Soonyoung looked up from where he was standing in the middle of the hallway, confused.

“I’m not Jeonghan hyung.”

Seokmin waved away his roommate as Jeonghan chuckled amusedly over the phone.

“Hello. How does it feel to realise you’re in love with Joshua?”

Seokmin’s eyes widened, and the house keys slipped from his hands and clattered onto the floor. Soonyoung yelped, darting forward in concern.

“How did you know?” Seokmin asked, giving Soonyoung the ‘ok’ sign to show he was fine. Of all the things he'd anticipated from Jeonghan’s random phone call, this had been nowhere on that list.

Slowly, he bent down to pick up his keys, mind racing. He gasped. “Does Shua hyung know?”

It was the only explanation. Seokmin hadn’t told anyone, apart from his co-workers, but none of them knew Jeonghan. Maybe… Maybe Seokmin had been more obvious with his feelings than he’d thought. And now Joshua knew, and he’d told Jeonghan so they could laugh at him together and oh God now everything was utterly—

Jeonghan laughed, louder this time. “Oh, no, no. Joshuji has no idea. He’s smart, but with stuff like this, he’s rather oblivious.”

Seokmin breathed out a sigh of relief. So no, Jeonghan wasn’t calling to laugh at him and tell him that Joshua hated him now. “I see.”

“Rest assured, lover boy, your secret is safe with me.”

Shaking his head, Seokmin took off his shoes, holding the phone to his cheek with his shoulder. “How did you even find out I was in love with Shua hyung?”

Soonyoung, still watching Seokmin concernedly, gasped so loudly and so suddenly that he made himself choke. “What the fuck?” he rasped, coughing. “You—”

“Yoon Jeonghan always knows,” was all Jeonghan said. “Everything. I always know everything.”

There was silence, then, that would have felt ominous if Soonyoung wasn't still choking on his own spit and Seokmin was busy wondering what else Jeonghan could possibly know.

“Anyway,” Jeonghan carried on. “You did realise that you’ve been in love with him for ages, right?”

“Of course I did,” Seokmin huffed. He pushed past Soonyoung, who was still spluttering in disbelief and flopped down onto the couch, whining. “Hyung is so pretty. So lovely. I’m in love with him.”

Jeonghan chuckled. “I know.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Soonyoung said, having finally managed to remember how to form words again. He marched up to Seokmin, took his phone out of his hands and put it on speakerphone, ignoring Seokmin’s indignant cries. “Jeonghan hyung. Did Seokmin really tell you this before me? His bestest friend in the entire universe?”

“He didn’t really tell me,” Jeonghan said. “I just figured it out.”

“When?”

Jeonghan hummed thoughtfully. “A few days ago?”

Soonyoung screeched, and Seokmin managed to successfully snatch his phone back. “Seokmin. You fell in love with Joshua hyung a few days ago and didn’t tell me?”

“Um.” Seokmin blinked unsurely, at a loss as to why Soonyoung looked so distressed. “Technically, I fell in love a while ago but I only realised a few days ago?” he said. Soonyoung didn't look pleased by the technicality, so he coughed and elaborated. “But, uh, I was going to tell you?”

A beat. Even Jeonghan was silent, and Seokmin’s eyes darted around nervously, wondering if he would have to make a run for it. He still wasn’t good at avoiding Soonyoung’s grabby hands, but it was getting better. A bit. He could almost succeed if he really wanted to.

Before he could make that decision to bolt, however, Soonyoung’s face split into a grin and he pumped his fists in the air.

“Holy shit, yes! Seokmin, if you’d been one year early, then Seungkwan would’ve won the bet!” He grabbed Seokmin’s face and smacked a dramatic kiss onto the top of his head. “Thank you so much, my guy. I gotta call Seungkwan and tell him to give me all his money.”

With that, Soonyoung disappeared into his room, and Seokmin blinked.

“Weird,” Jeonghan said from where he was still on speaker, echoing Seokmin’s own sentiment. “Guess they made a bet on you, huh?”

Seokmin just shook his head. “I can’t say I’m surprised.”

“Me neither, to be honest.” Jeonghan chuckled softly, and the sound was affectionate and teasing, in the way that only Jeonghan could be. “And I’m just glad that I didn’t have to intervene.”

“Intervene?” Seokmin repeated. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” Jeonghan said, in a tone that made it sound like it definitely was not nothing. “Anyways, now you only have one more thing to realise! And then you can confess!”

Seokmin blinked rapidly, mouth falling open. “You want me to do what?”

“Confess.”

“N—Now?” Seokmin said, panicked. “Hyung, I can’t do that! You’re crazy if you think I can!”

Jeonghan laughed, bright and affectionate. “You don’t have to confess now, silly,” he said. “Not yet, at least.”

Seokmin gnawed his bottom lip worriedly. “Why is there a ‘yet’?”

“Just realise the other thing you need to realise first,” Jeonghan said, and Seokmin scrunched his nose, mystified. Like that wasn’t a confusing sentence.

“Why can't you just tell it to me?” he whined. “That'd be much easier than me finding out myself. You said you always know everything.”

Jeonghan chuckled. “I do. That's why I also know this is something you gotta realise for yourself.” There was the sound of the door opening on his end of the line, and a faint voice calling his name. “Oh, Joshuji’s back home now. I’ll talk to you later, Seokmin, okay?”

And with that, Jeonghan hung up, leaving Seokmin incredibly confused. Did Jeonghan call him solely to let him know that he knew that he was in love with Joshua? What purpose had their conversation even had?

From Soonyoung’s room came a loud cry.

“Seungkwan! I won the bet! Give me the money you owe me!”

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After that, though, Seokmin’s days passed normally.

He still had far too many essays to mark and not enough time, but at least the rest of the literature department was lagging behind too. None of them could laugh at each other for their lack of progress, because they were all in the same boat.

Seokmin asked Joshua about their Autumn Concert and received the confirmation that it was indeed happening and Joshua was indeed taking part. He then promised the elder that he would come to support him, and Joshua had laughed, saying it wasn’t necessary, but he’d insisted.

They met up with each other at night, though less frequently now that the two of them were busy with work, and sometimes, Joshua would bring his guitar and they’d sing together, rosy pink and cerulean blue voices blending together beautifully in the cold night air.

And throughout it all, Seokmin was still definitely in love with Joshua.

“Hello,” Seokmin said next to Joshua’s ear, and beamed as the music teacher looked up and immediately softened, lips crinkling into a smile. “I hope it’s not too much trouble if I sit here and watch rehearsals.”

There was about a week before the concert night, and the children were doing a full rehearsal in the auditorium where they’d be performing in seven days’ time. The chairs for the audience had already been set up, and Joshua was sitting in the back of them, watching the students perform and waiting for his turn.

“It’s no trouble at all,” Joshua said, smiling as Seokmin sat down next to him, in the seat closest to the walkway that ran down the middle. “You don’t need to stay, though. It’ll probably be a while before I finish.”

“I want to,” Seokmin said simply, putting his coat over his knees. “I wanna watch.”

Joshua smiled even wider, eyes creasing in happiness. “Okay.”

And so the two of them sat back and watched as the various choirs and music groups continued on with their rehearsals.

Seokmin didn’t really know much about music. The most he knew about music terminology and stuff was from whenever Jihoon became drunk enough to ramble to them all about his compositions, or from back when he was teaching himself how to play the guitar.

But it was fascinating to watch Joshua as the elder intently observed the rehearsal, watching the way he nodded in agreement with what the other teachers were advising, watching him furrow his brow and tilt his head slightly when he heard something a little off in the choir’s pitch or the wind quintet’s rhythm.

The colour of his expression changed minutely as he listened, and Seokmin was surprised to find himself able to see it, see the way the colours rippled and blended together depending on what Joshua was thinking. It was kind of amazing to see how well Seokmin had now gotten to know Joshua, someone who he'd originally thought to be hopelessly elusive. It was amazing how Seokmin could now read Joshua's masks so well.

Or maybe it wasn't a mask.

Maybe.

Seokmin didn't really know.

But he did know that it was utterly mesmerising, and Joshua looked so beautiful while he listened. This was Joshua doing what he loved best, Joshua in his element, and Seokmin found it so fascinating to watch.

“Oh, it’s my turn now,” Joshua said as the orchestra finished and began packing away their things. “The senior choir is after the symphony orchestra.”

“Ooh, fun!” Seokmin grinned. “Is this going to be the concert order too?”

Joshua nodded, standing up. Seokmin stood up too, and backed into the walkway so that Joshua could walk past him. Before he could shuffle backwards more than three steps, however, Joshua shot out a hand and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back into the seats and into his chest.

Seokmin let out a small yelp, a blush rising up his cheeks at the sudden proximity, and with his heart suddenly pounding unsettlingly loud, it took him a moment to register what had just happened.

Behind him, several of the orchestra students wheeled their large instruments out of the auditorium down the walkway, where Seokmin had been standing just seconds ago.

Joshua released his wrist once they'd filed past, and his own cheeks were dusted a light pink as he stepped back.

“Sorry,” he said, and there was something flusteredly warm in his voice. “I was worried you were going to get run over by the harp.”

He didn't look at Seokmin, gaze sliding across the auditorium instead, and Seokmin tried to mentally get rid of his own blush.

“It's okay,” he replied, and brushed at his alarmingly warm cheeks with a shaky finger, before trying to collect himself and giving a big grin. “Thanks for saving my life. Hey, you do that a lot, don't you? Like, you save me from being murdered by my roommates when we first met, and now you save me from being murdered by a harp.”

That brought Joshua's gaze back to him, and he laughed, bright and beautiful and, even to Seokmin, devastatingly and undeniably fond.

“Guess I'm destined to always come in and save your life, huh?” Joshua said, smiling.

Seokmin laughed, stepping back into the now empty walkway so that Joshua could get past. “I guess you are,” he said, a little wistfully, as Joshua gave him a small wave and walked to the front of the auditorium. “I guess you are.”

He sat down again, watching as Joshua hovered around the stage as the choir students filed in, smiling and greeting them and directing them to where they were to stand. Occasionally, he’d look to the back of the auditorium to catch Seokmin’s eye, and his expression would positively melt before he turned back to his students again. It made Seokmin feel oddly giddy, like he was watching his boyfriend from all the way at the back of a hall only for them to still somehow always find each other amongst all the other people.

Seokmin froze.

Joshua turned to look back at him again, lips curling into one last smile before he fully turned towards the choir, opening his music score and talking over the songs with them.

At the back of the auditorium, however, Seokmin had bluescreened, his mind promptly shutting down at Joshua’s smile, brain whirring, almost subconsciously finding himself going through every encounter he’d ever had with Joshua, mentally replaying every laugh and every smile and every softly spoken word.

He thought of Joshua’s endless patience, his softness, the way the colours in his smile changed and flickered with every blink before eventually, when it was just the two of them, it melted into gentle gold. He thought of Joshua accepting those flowers months ago, of silently communicating with Joshua over plates of spaghetti, of their very first meeting where Joshua had allowed Seokmin to see him at his most vulnerable and his most real.

The memories came faster and faster now, blurring together, slowly creating a picture that Seokmin hadn’t noticed before.

Joshua listening to him sing. Joshua playing the guitar for him. Joshua finding him on whatever street he’d found himself sitting in during the middle of the night and spending hours by his side.

“I’ll be your Aphrodite.”

Seokmin gasped.

With almost uncanny timing, his phone buzzed with a text from Jeonghan, asking him about Joshua’s whereabouts and whether he knew when he’d be finishing work.

He ignored Jeonghan’s text, however, and slowly typed out a message of his own.

…is shua hyung in love with me?

The three dots appeared next to Jeonghan’s icon, and then disappeared. A moment later, Jeonghan replied, and Seokmin let out a small laugh.

now you’re getting it ^^

Setting down his phone, Seokmin looked up again, gazing at the back of Joshua’s head as the elder conducted the choir, the gentle harmonies of the piece ringing around the auditorium. He laughed softly again, wondering how on Earth he hadn’t realised before.

Joshua was in love with him too.

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aerichndesu · 1 year

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I completely understand how people feel triggered by that one scene in orv but I just felt like it wasn't malicious and that Singshong just heavily overestimated their abilities. Like imo it was only a way to introduce a plot point (JHY and the punisher) like they could've handled it with much more nuance rather than just having Loki go "actually their real crimes were being thiefs/murderers and NOT because they're crossdressers".

tw: discussions of transmisogyny below the cut:

look, I really don't think you can have a scene where crossdressers are depicted as older male criminals, who have done extreme crimes of torture, murder, etc, who employ disguises as beautiful young women in order to trick hapless men, and not have some sort of vitriol towards gnc people and trans women. the scene hits literally every classic trope of transmisogyny. the characters involved, minus one, are set up like nothing more than vermin to be crushed. the fact that they are "secretly men" is explicitly part of the disgust a reader is meant to feel towards them.

were singshong malicious? well, sure, I can believe that they never sat down and said "I want to make sure transfems and gnc people feel like shit about this part of my story." that rarely happens. they did in fact include a Good Crossdresser in this scene. but critically, the characters' crossdressing is also a site of revulsion and confusion from the main characters. this isn't challenged much, either. contextually, we are supposed to find it weird and kind of ridiculous in these scenes that kim yongpal is secretly a middle aged man. and I don't think you get to that point without having some seriously unexamined disgust responses to those who break gender norms.

the fact is that this is a seriously violent transmisogynistic scene. regardless of it possibly existing as an attempt to set up a plot point, it reflects really harmful views on trans women and gnc men. there IS a layer of intentionality with that, even if I understand that it's likely the result of deeply ingrained social bias rather than the authors actually thinking through what they believe trans women are.

but I don't think that bars them from growing as authors, either! I find the punisher stuff and especially the stuff with jang hayoung to be interesting explorations of gender! my fiancee is transfem, and we've talked a lot how interesting it is to have kim dokja's acceptance of jhy's gender directly parallel his arc of learning to understand that the "characters" of tswa can change! it's genuinely one of the more interesting depictions of transness that I've seen. the fact that they do depict a canonically transfem character as a hero later on shows that they are capable of doing better than this scene. it does seem like they later confront their own biases. I just think we can't let our acknowledgement of their later growth as authors prevent us from seriously critically discussing the transmisogyny present here.

#narrates #orv #transmisogyny #i guess my point is that presumed malice doesn't matter? later growth doesn't either. the scene is seriously harmful regardless #im def not trying to like. cancel singshong. i do not think this makes the novel unsalvageable #if not seeing it as malicious makes it easier for you to enjoy the rest of the novel that's good!#but i would be remiss as a fan to NOT give this the serious critical discussion that it warrants #its also necessary to acknowledge that it will ruin the novel for some folks and that is okay!

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lgcmanager · 25 days

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VARIETY SHOWS ( SPRING 2024 )

SCHEDULE TYPE: ONE TIME GIG

after almost 2 years, legacy is returning to the variety scene with new seasons of two shows, and producing two brand new onesn! to be able to participate in this opporunity, here are the general eligibility rules:

TRAINEES: trainees who have completed the VARIETY SHOW SPECIAL and have a minimum of 50 POINTS TOTAL in HOSTING and VARIETY as of tonight's ac ( BAE NATHAN, BAEK BYEONGKWAN, CARTER JAEJIN, HAN NOEUL, KANG YOOJOON, KURAMOTO MISAKI, KWON HYUNTAE, PARK CHAEKYUNG, PARK JAEKYUNG, PARK TAEHA, SUNG HANEUL, XU LILI, XUE YICHEN )

IDOLS & LGC AGENCY: any muse with a minimum of 30 POINTS TOTAL in HOSTING and VARIETY, except the mentors of workshop opportunity 002 ( GONG HYEJOO, KANG MAXIMILIAN, WON YEONWOO, and YAMASHITA ICHIKA )

as mentioned above, this trimester, there are 4 shows to choose from. make sure to read through all the shows and their special restrictions. a muse may only appear in ONE show. however, due to the number of eligible muses, you need to pick TWO shows when signing up. we will try to prioritize first choices.

SHOWS

[ MBC ] DATE LOTTERY is a reality variety show where people are paired up and go on a virtual blind date. after the date, people are given a choice to meet the same person again. ( and as a reminder, this is all for show and those dates should be virtual, not real ).

[ SBS funE ] INTIMATE NOTE (LGC special) is a spin off of the original show which aired in 2008 and 2009, during which two individuals try to get closer through various segments. (ooc note: read here people who are awkward together)

SPECIAL NOTES: muses must sign up in PAIRS

muses must either be from the SAME GROUP/have PROMOTED TOGETHER (i.e: lgc spring boys), worked on a PHOTOSHOOT or CFS together OR have been in an already aired DRAMA together

[ YOUTUBE ] LGC STYLE is a fashion inspired show where contestants will be paired up and style a person’s outfit sets and activities for a week.

LGC AGENCY will highly encourage MODELS ( including MOON JIAH )to choose this show due to the concept. **MODELS WITHOUT THE MINIMUM REQUIRED 30 POINTS CAN SING-UP TO LGC STYLE**.

except for MODELS, only IDOLS & ACTORS with a minimum of 220 MODELING POINTS may sign up for this show ( AHN JAEHWA, AHN YEIN. JEON HARU, LEE JIHO, LEE YUSHIN, MIN SOYOUN, MOON HAYOUNG, OH EUNHYE, SEO YURA, SHIN JIEUN, SON NABI, YANG AERI )

[ KBS ] STAR TOP PET CARE is a reality show where various legacy artists will run a pet salon and daycare.

no one with pet allergy is allowed to sign up for this show

due to the nature of the work to be done on the show, filming will take place be in the next quarter. this quarter, participants will be taking lessons on how to properly care for and groom cats and dogs.

if you’re interested in taking part, please submit the form to the lgcmanager account before APRIL 13, 11:59PM EST:

MUSE NAME · VARIETY SHOWS Q2 2024 - first choice : - second choice: - restricted muses ( eg. family members ): [ only for the ones interested in DATE LOTTERY ] - partner: [ only for the ones interested in INTIMATE NOTE ] - describe your fashion style in 3 words: [ only for the ones interested in LGC STYLE ]

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Snow-Day FT: Song Hayoung

Authors note: A cute little fluff for one of my favorite Fromis_9 girls

"Babe, wake up! It's snowing outside," Hayoung, your girlfriend, exclaims with excitement. Slowly, you pry open your eyes to find her beaming face hovering above you, her big brown eyes filled with elation. With a gentle push, you coax her off you, the warmth of her presence lingering as you rise from bed. As you stand, your gaze falls upon Hayoung, dressed in a cozy gray sweater, a sleek black leather jacket, and her beloved beret perched atop her head, perfectly complementing her cute black skirt. With a contented sigh, you gather her into a hug, reveling in the affectionate exchange until her restless energy prompts her to squirm with excitement.

"Come on, get a shower and get dressed so we can enjoy the snow," Hayoung urges eagerly, her words tumbling out in rapid succession. Smiling at her infectious enthusiasm, you acquiesce, moving to fulfill her request.

You proceed with your morning routine, enjoying a leisurely shower, selecting warm clothing, and indulging in a light breakfast before joining Hayoung outside. However, your peaceful transition to the snowy outdoors is abruptly interrupted as a snowball smacks into you just three steps beyond the threshold. Letting out a resigned sigh, you brush the frozen remnants off your vibrant red scarf, your beanie snugly affixed to your head.

Turning towards Hayoung, you playfully quip, "Oh, is that how it's going to be?" With a mischievous grin, you begin crafting a snowball of your own, gloved hands expertly molding the icy ammunition. As you ready your retaliatory strike, Hayoung forms another snowball, poised for action. With a swift toss, you launch your snowball towards her, causing her to flinch and drop hers in surprise. She returns your gaze with an excited yet competitive glint in her eye, fully embracing the challenge.

What follows is a spirited snowball skirmish, initially lighthearted but swiftly escalating in intensity as both you and Hayoung immerse yourselves in the fray. Each throw becomes more strategic, each dodge more calculated, fueled by the competitive fire that burns within both of you. However, as the battle rages on, the realization dawns that there are other obligations awaiting you both beyond this playful snowbound duel.

A mutual understanding ensues, and the intensity gradually ebbs, leading to a truce—a stalemate born not of surrender, but of mutual respect and the recognition of other responsibilities that beckon. As you both reluctantly set aside your snowy rivalry, the memory of this spirited encounter lingers, a testament to the boundless joy and camaraderie shared between you and Hayoung amidst the winter wonderland. your lovely girlfriend latches onto you as the two of you head for her Label.

Before stepping inside, you pause and lean in to whisper to Hayoung, "Gosh, I can't wait until you're free from Pledis so you can do what you want."

Her reaction is immediate, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face.

"I know this hasn't been ideal, but they've been good to me. So I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk badly about them," Hayoung responds, her tone firm.

You let out a resigned sigh, acknowledging her perspective.

"It never fails to amaze me how you can put up with them," you remark to her with a mix of admiration and bewilderment.

"Well, without Pledis, I wouldn't have met my favorite English tutor and boyfriend," Hayoung retorts, her gaze fixed on you. Your smile is genuine as you meet her eyes.

"Okay, fair point," you concede, recognizing the positive outcomes amidst the challenges.

As Hayoung clings to your arm tightly, you both ascend to the office. After dropping her off at her practice room, you set off to fetch food for the two of you. While outside, you encounter Le Sserafim. Sakura, noticing you as she usually does due to your resemblance to her boyfriend Daigo, greets you warmly.

"Hey guys," you greet them politely, receiving smiles from the Le Sserafim members. Sakura is the only one who seems to register your presence, her attention momentarily diverted from her companions.

"How are you, Danzabourou-san?" Sakura inquires.

"I'm good. And how about you? Are you and Daihirou still doing well?" you ask. Sakura nods with a smile.

"He's currently waiting for me at the hotel. He's here for a couple more days before he goes back to the States," Sakura explains.

"That's nice of him to come out for your birthday," you remark warmly. Sakura nods emphatically before bidding farewell as the rest of the Le Sserafim girls depart.

After grabbing food from a nearby noodle shop, you return to the practice area and distribute the meals. Seoyeon and Chaeyoung express their gratitude with cheerful thanks, to which you respond with a silent thumbs up before seeking out a quiet spot to enjoy your meal. You find a secluded spot with a panoramic view of the cityscape, the snowflakes descending gracefully against the urban backdrop. As you savor your meal, the rhythmic tapping of footsteps interrupts the tranquil ambiance.

"Yo, Hayoung, you did?" you inquire casually without turning around, captivated by the serene scene unfolding before you.

"Yeah, we just needed to work on a couple of dance practices and film some TikToks," Hayoung responds, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion. Intrigued, you swivel around to face her, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Ah, so that means we'll finally be able to settle our unfinished snowball battle," you declare with a wicked grin. However, your playful anticipation is cut short by a sudden sneeze from Hayoung, causing your expression to shift instantly into concern. Your protective instincts kick in as you enter "overprotective significant other mode," a role you and Hayoung seamlessly slip in and out of. You watch as the tip of her nose becomes red, your decision is swift and unwavering.

"Nope, young lady, we're going back home," you assert firmly, your tone brooking no argument.

"No, I'm fine," Hayoung protests weakly, but you remain resolute, knowing the consequences of her falling ill.

"I don't want you getting sick on my watch. Gyuri and Saerom would never let me hear the end of it. So, we're going home to do that thing you like," you insist, a plan already forming in your mind.

Hayoung's eyes light up with anticipation as she catches on to your hint. "Bubble bath?" she ventures excitedly, seeking confirmation. With a nod from you, the decision is made, and together you head home.

Before entering, however, you veer off to the side, a mischievous spark igniting within you. Craftily, you gather some snow, forming it into a compact snowball. As Hayoung comes looking for you, unsuspecting, you launch an icy surprise at her with a playful grin. Her laughter fills the air as the two of you engage in another impromptu snowball skirmish.

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