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[berryunho]

THE ANSWER: XIII

Kim Hongjoong doesn’t like the word ‘cult.’ He prefers ‘sect.’ pairing: ateez x fem reader genre: cult au, thriller, angst check warnings on AO3

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The next morning, you wake up tired. Not that you had really slept, anyways. 

Seonghwa had dragged you back to your room, not saying a single word all the while. It seemed almost out of character for him, but he must’ve been just as tired as you were after that charade. 

After nearly going out of your mind analyzing every word that you could remember Hongjoong saying, you had dragged yourself to bed and attempted to shut off your mind. Unfortunately, this plan hadn’t worked out too well.

You spent most of the night tossing and turning, neither asleep nor awake. Rather, you were caught in that in between, the terrible portion on the sleep spectrum that leaves you more tired than rested. 

With the morning bell, you gave up trying to sleep, despite not having anywhere to go.

Since the bell rang, you’ve been sitting in bed, waiting. Waiting for Wooyoung to bring you breakfast and hopefully give you some more information. You glance over at the desk, quickly spotting the book still laying at an angle. 

Despite wanting to know more about this dreaded situation, you still can’t bring yourself to even touch the thing again. Hongjoong wants you to read it. So, as far as you’re concerned, the thing doesn’t even exist. You’ll read that book over your own dead body.

...But your curiosity is starting to get the better of you. If it could help you understand what’s going on better, shouldn’t you read it? Don’t you want to be armed with all of the knowledge possible? If you know their tactics, would that make them easier to resist? Or would reading it only make you more susceptible to the claims?

It’s like a riddle that you can’t solve. What if you decide to read it and accidentally believe a single word it says? Or what if you don’t read it and then lose yourself to their brainwashing techniques? You want neither of these outcomes.

But what if you read it and it can help you out of this? What if it does make it easier for you to withstand any of their tactics and escape? 

These thoughts run circles in your mind. There are too many arguments for and against reading the book. For now, however, you decide to continue avoiding it. Whatever possible good could come from it is outweighed by the possible bad.

You just need to focus on getting out.

It’s Monday morning now. You were scheduled to open The Bean this morning, so someone must have noticed your absence by now, right? You once again glance around the room, looking for a clock that isn’t there.

Well, whatever the time is, it’s definitely after opening. Your boss doesn’t normally swing by right in the morning, but he’ll come by eventually and realize that no one has opened. Hopefully he’ll realize something is wrong. 

You bite your lip in an attempt to restrain your hope. It’s not that you don’t trust your boss to realize something is up, but he might let it slide for a few days before he actually gets concerned. The man has been known to disappear for days at a time himself.

But even if your boss doesn’t notice, Jungeun will. Haseul will. You told them where you were going and for how long. When you don’t text them today, they’ll know. Honestly, they might know just from the fact that you hadn’t texted them last night. Afterall, they thought you would be back by the afternoon. A smile tries to grow on your face, but you continue restraining it.

You shouldn’t get your hopes up. Even if they realize something is wrong, it could take time for them to contact the police. If they contact them at all…

Christ, you really hope they don’t come looking for you alone. If that were to happen… 

You shudder to think of your friends, locked up like you are in this moment. It’s a terrible thought, one that you never want to come to reality.

There’s no way that you would be able to escape with the help of outsiders. Anyone that shows up here gets wound into the madness. Maybe a squadron of police officers could help, but anything less than that will end with nothing except more guilt for you.

Ugh, the guilt. You’ve been trying to not think about what Seonghwa and Hongjoong said about Mingi, but here it comes. Mingi came here willingly, and he didn’t bring you. He didn’t bring you because he was trying to get away from you. Meaning, technically, it’s your fault that he’s here in the first place. Fuck.

Ignoring the hollow sadness that radiates from your heart, guilt is all you can comprehend. You are responsible. Truly, it’s difficult for you to process the feeling. It weighs so heavily on your mind that you can’t navigate through it. It sits in the center of your brain like a tumor, growing with every minute that you spend dreading it. 

How could you let this happen? How had you not noticed that Mingi wanted to get away from you? 

You agonized over Mingi’s disappearance as soon as it happened. When it was still fresh in your mind you had groped to find an explanation, and had come up empty. It’s highly unlikely that you’ll be able to find one now. But it still plagues you. What had you done? Why hadn’t he told you? Sure, Mingi had never been one for confrontation; but he had always been able to be serious enough with you about serious things.

If you had done something so terrible that he wanted to cut you off completely, wouldn’t he have told you what it was? Wouldn’t he have talked to you like an adult? For heaven’s sake, you two had been best friends for years. There wasn’t anything he couldn’t talk to you about. And yet, he still decided to leave rather than tell you. 

Fuck. If only you could talk to Mingi. If he would just visit you, you could ask. Whether or not he told the truth or even wanted to talk to you about it at all remains up in the air, but it would be better than this incomprehensible fog. 

That brings up another question. If Mingi had been trying to get away, then why did he invite you here? Why was he being so kind to you? Why had he had a meltdown when you tried to leave? 

He must have gotten over whatever it was that had caused him to leave you. But that doesn’t seem right. If it had truly been something so bad that he didn’t even speak to you about it, it shouldn’t be something that he could get over to quickly. 

God, you need to stop thinking about this so hard. Your head is starting to hurt with all this worry. 

Thankfully, it’s at that precise moment that a knock comes at your door. You step off of your bed and walk towards the door as Wooyoung calls out that it’s just him.

You sit in front of the door, waiting for the slot to open and for breakfast to come through. Wooyoung quickly delivers, his eyes smiling at you through the slot before sticking the tray out for you. You quietly thank him as you take in the food on the tray this morning.

As you start eating, Wooyoung scoots back and leans against the opposite wall once more. Seeing him in the familiar position makes you remember what he had told you last night, before all the real commotion started. The ceremony… the Chosen… what the hell was up with any of that?

As you eat your meal, you find yourself wondering how Wooyoung came to be on this farm. Had he been kidnapped? Did he have friends and family desperately searching for him? Or had he come willingly? If he had, why? 

You glance out of the slot to take Wooyoung in. He’s still simply sitting across the hall from you, playing with his fingers. He looks bored. Briefly, you wonder if Wooyoung and you are close enough for you to ask him your questions. But then you wonder if maybe those are questions you don’t ask even your most dear friends… 

“Wooyoung, “ seeing how bored Wooyoung looks, you decide to ask anyway. “How long have you been here?” Not exactly the question that you were looking to ask, but it’ll get you in the door.

Wooyoung’s head perks up, and he’s looking at you once more. “Like, at your door? Maybe five minutes?” He looks genuinely confused, but you can’t help but feel like he knew what you meant.

You give what you hope is an understanding smile, despite being slightly annoyed. “I meant here,” you gesture around with your arms, “at this farm, with Hongjoong.”

Wooyoung’s eyes go wide before he breaks out into a smile. “Ohhhhh,” he giggles, “Um, around two years, maybe a little more.” He nods, happy with his answer.

You nod with him, processing his answer. Two years? That’s a long ass time. If Wooyoung had people looking for him, had they given up? It had only taken you a few weeks to stop your desperate search for Mingi; you can’t even imagine how tired someone looking for Wooyoung would be by now. They probably had given up. Or, at least, the police had. 

You try and think of a casual way to ask Wooyoung if he had been kidnapped, but that’s not exactly a casual question. If you asked him if he had been in your position now, would he even tell you? You realize for the first time that Wooyoung could straight up lie to you at any moment. Wooyoung isn’t your friend. For all you know, he could simply feed you false information straight from Hongjoong. Either way, you know he won’t tell you that he was forced to join, even if he was. He’s too deep now.

You settle on a question that might be just casual enough to not raise suspicion. “How did you find out about this place?” You shovel another bite of breakfast into your mouth before you can say something else you’ll regret.

Wooyoung ponders your question for a moment, and you can see him searching his mind for the answer. Will he tell you the truth? “Jongho approached me at school and invited me to stay for a weekend.” 

Jongho? That’s not at all what you had been expecting. You quickly swallow to ask your next question. “Did you know Jongho before?”

“Not really,” he says, shaking his head. “I had seen him around campus, but never really talked to him.” He shrugs his shoulders.

If he hadn’t really known Jongho, then why the hell had he agreed to come here with him? If Jongho recruited Wooyoung, had he recruited Mingi? These past two days, you had been putting the blame on Hongjoong, but you suppose it makes sense that someone else has to do the recruiting.

When you had met Jongho, he seemed unassuming enough. Sure, he had been kind of brash, but you guys had interrupted him at a not so great time. Still, you would think that someone that recruits other people to a cult would have to be a bit more welcoming than Jongho had been. What could he possibly tell them that would get them to agree to spend a weekend on a farm with some stranger? Did he threaten them? Bribe them? 

You will probably never know, seeing as it wasn’t Jongho that recruited you here. You make a mental note to stay away from Jongho (as much as possible) knowing this new information. If he’s able to convince complete strangers to come here with him, who knows what he would be able to convince you to do. 

You nod to Wooyoung, not entirely sure what to say next. That kind of answers your question as to how he got here. Wooyoung’s case might’ve been similar to Mingi’s. Maybe he had something (or someone) to get away from, and he came voluntarily. For Wooyoung’s sake, you hope it’s that way. Though you can’t entirely trust anyone here, you still wouldn’t wish for any of them to have gone through what you are now. 

For a hilarious second, your mind becomes preoccupied on the results of the trauma of your situation. How long will you need therapy? Will you ever be able to cope with what’s happened to you? Will you even have the opportunity, or will you flat out die first? 

You quickly decide that now is not the time to be worrying about things like that. For now, you really just need to figure out how to survive long enough for the police to find you. 

But… a disturbing thought comes to mind. If Wooyoung had people that looked for him, why hadn’t the police been able to find him here? Surely he had told people where he would be going, as you had. There had to have been someone that knew something was off and told the police about the farm. Why hadn’t they come, then? 

Your mind creeps to the thought of your phone. Who has it right now? 

Your food suddenly loses all of its appeal. You set the tray off to the side, pushing it away so you don’t have to look at it anymore. Wooyoung gives you a questioning look through the slot, but you can’t bring yourself to give him even a fake smile.

For certain, your phone was taken from you so as to stop you from communicating with the outside world, that’s a given. When San had asked for it, you honestly hadn’t even thought of it; but it’s obvious now. However… there are other reasons they would take your phone.

You feel a rush of blood drain from your face as you make your conclusion. With a single text from ‘you,’ anyone that could be concerned by your disappearance could be pacified. Your stomach rolls over and you regret eating your breakfast so rapidly. If this is, in fact, a reason that your phone was taken; it’s entirely possible that no one will realize you’ve been kidnapped. 

What could it take? A single text to your boss, saying you quit. A text to the group chat that you’ve decided to spend some more time with Mingi. A text to your parents, telling them that you’ve gone out of town. As long as your rent checks kept clearing, your landlord wouldn’t check on you. You really don’t have all too many friends, and Jungeun and Haseul would tell anyone that asked about you that you were sticking around with Mingi. 

But texts couldn’t placate them forever, could they? Or would they eventually stop worrying about you once they figured that you would be staying on this God-forsaken farm? They would have no reason to ask questions. They would have no reason to come find you. 

The realization is truly too sickening to even bring tears to your eyes. Rather, you stare through the door to Wooyoung. He stares back at you with the same concerned look. You wonder if he genuinely cares, or if he’s only worried that you’ve figured them out.

You grab your tray, taking care to not look at the food for too long. The last thing you need is to be more nauseous. You maneuver it through the slot, telling Wooyoung that you’ve finished. 

He looks more surprised, but he takes it from you nevertheless. He must sense that something is off, because he hardly gives you a goodbye before shutting the slot and heading off down the hall. 

Hah. He’s probably running to tell Hongjoong that he might have spilled some beans. But which ones? He wouldn’t know. 

You let yourself fall back onto the floor in front of the door. With your back pressed against the cold ground, you bring your hands up to rub at your face. What are you supposed to do with this information?

There’s no way to confirm that they’ve really done this besides waiting, which was pretty much the original plan anyways. If no help comes… ever… then clearly someone is posing as you with your phone. If help does come, then someone clearly figured out that something is wrong. 

Logically, you know that you have a password on your phone. Yes, it is Mingi’s birthday, but they wouldn’t know that! ...But they could probably guess pretty easily. Damn, why didn’t you have some cryptic, meaningless password? You squeeze your eyes shut, mentally scolding yourself. 

Whatever. It’s pointless to worry about now. If they did it, it’s done, it can’t be undone. Not unless you can get your hands on your phone, but you highly doubt there’s anyway that’s possible. 

You almost feel like laughing. Just, what, thirty minutes ago? An hour ago? You had hope that someone would realize you were missing. It is possible that they haven’t contacted your people, but they most likely will. How else would they be able to operate?

Thinking of all the people that are here, every single one of them has to have at least one person that cares about them. Just looking at the odds, one of their loved ones would have haved to worry enough to look into their disappearance if they hadn’t been reassured somehow. You can take a guess that someone must be sending regular communications to these people. There’s no other way, or they would have been found out by now. 

Jesus Christ.

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

The rest of the morning passes without event. It’s a weekday, so you recall that there won’t be a specified lunch. You vaguely wonder if someone will bring you a snack or not, but you don’t mind either way.

You still don’t have much of an appetite. Imagine that.

You’re actually surprised when a knock comes to your door once more. You had peeled yourself off of the floor after a few minutes, but gone right back to laying down in bed. Overthinking is becoming an extreme sport for you, but, hey, what else are you supposed to do?

You stand up out of the bed, but have to catch your balance on the wall when you get a head rush. When the dizziness subsides, you walk to the door, plopping yourself in front of the slot.

You don’t have time to ask who it is before the slot slides open, and you’re greeted by San’s smiling face. 

You blink. Great. Just the guy you wanted to see. You don’t return his smile, you simply wait for him to say what it is he needs to say. Considering that it’s not Wooyoung at the door, you find it unlikely that you’ll be getting lunch. Why would anyone else bring it? 

“Hi!” San greets you, fully sitting down on the hallway floor. You continue to stare at him in silence.

He seems to be waiting for a response as he gets himself comfortable, resting his hands on the floor behind him. Once he seems to realize that you’re not going to respond, he gives you an awkward smile. “Alright, I- uhm- brought you lunch.” He holds up a single serving bag of chips and keeps giving you that uncomfortable smile. 

He slips it through the slot and you let it fall to the floor in front of you. His smile gets even more awkward, if that’s even possible. “Are you alright?” San asks hesitantly, his eyebrows furrowing in half-confusion half-concern. 

You blink back at him. Are you alright? Are you fucking alright? Christ on a bike, how many times are people going to ask if you’re alright?

And the audacity of San asking if you’re alright. Again, it’s almost enough to make you laugh. Was San not the one that took your phone? He is just as complacent in this as anyone else. For all you know, he could be the texter. He could be the one convincing everyone’s families that everything is just peachy-keen down here on the farm. That there is absolutely no reason to worry. 

San seems to realize that you’re not in a talking mood. “Okay… well…” he gulps, “besides bringing you lunch, I came to tell you something.” His eyes dart between you and his hands. Your demeanor must really be making him anxious. “Hongjoong set your Choosing Ceremony for tonight…” San trails off, staring up at you waiting for your response. “He was going to have Seonghwa come tell you, but I figured I’d save you the pain of that guy telling you.” He tries to laugh at his reasoning, but it comes out too rushed to be natural. He returns his gaze to his lap, apparently waiting to see if you’ll have anything to say this time.

Oh, you have things to say alright. Lot’s of them. San thinks that he’s doing you a favor? By, what, giving you terrible news? That you’re going to have what you can only imagine is some type of indoctrination ceremony, tonight? Wow, thanks a lot, San.

A little voice in your head begrudgingly admits that you’re much happier that San came to tell you rather than Seonghwa, but you ignore it for the moment. San took your phone. He is at least partially to blame. Even if he isn’t the one that sends the messages, he very much is at fault. He knew what he was doing. 

Even if he looks so sheepish now. 

San is still waiting for you to say something. 

“Thanks for lunch.” You monotonously say, reaching for the bag of chips without taking your gaze from San. He perks his head up at your response, facing you again. A smile lights up his face, his eyes crinkling shut with happiness.

“You’re welcome!” He exclaims. Jeez, why had your three words had such an effect on him? He continues smiling while you try to workout if you need to say anything else to him. He doesn’t make any indication that he’s going to leave. You hope he doesn’t want to stay and watch you eat, because you honestly still have no appetite. 

Though you had engaged the awkward silence the first time, now you’re the one that’s uncomfortable. Why the hell is he still smiling so big? “Uhm,” you mumble, trying to think of something non-offensive to say. It’s harder than you might think, but you do have an honest question. “What’s going to happen at the ceremony?”

San finally stops smiling to answer you. “Well, the Chosen have a feast, then you’re invited to the table. Once you eat your portion, God decides if your soul is pure enough to be Chosen, which I’m sure it will be!” He sounds serious as he explains it, but his tone picks up with his ending statement. 

That’s all fine and good. But what happens if you aren’t chosen? Honestly, what happens if you are? There are way too many questions regarding this damn ceremony. Why is this happening again? Oh yeah, because you just had to go looking for your missing best friend. You couldn’t have just let bygones be bygones?

You realize that San seems to be waiting again for a reply so you simply nod your head in understanding, despite not understanding even a little bit. Whatever gets him off your case. Seriously, the way that he’s just sitting there, intermittently staring and smiling at you is getting to be kind of unnerving. If Seonghwa had come to tell you, he would’ve just yelled at you through the door and left. 

“Well!” San claps his hands in front of him. “I have to go help with preparations. Enjoy your lunch!” He smiles at you a final time, not waiting for your response before shutting the slot.

You remain in your spot on the floor, finally looking down to the bag of chips in front of you. They’re still not appetizing.

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

You’re not sure when to expect this ceremony thing to happen. San had simply said ‘tonight,’ which is what it now is. The sun has nearly set outside your window, which means it has to be later than normal dinner time. The dinner bell had never rang. Your stomach rumbles, and it seems that you’ve found your appetite again. 

You pace around your room, biting on your thumb nail absentmindedly. You’re getting rather anxious, honestly. What if some really fucked up shit is about to happen? Not that what you’ve already gone through hasn’t been fucked up, but this is a literal cult indoctrination ceremony. Who knows what’s going to happen to you?

If it’s any consolation, you figure that everyone else here has gone through it. And they’re all alright. For the most part.

For the upteenth time today, your gaze wanders to the book on your desk. There has to be something in that book that can prepare you for what’s going to happen, right? There’s got to be some section on ceremonies. Especially on the one that is probably considered to be the most important one. 

You find yourself walking to the desk, your hand falling to your side as you approach. It wouldn’t be so bad if you only read a little bit, right? Only the part that could prepare you for what you’re about to go through. It couldn’t hurt. You swallow hard as you reach out for the book, but you’re quickly interrupted.

Before you can really process it, you hear the lock turning in the door followed by the sound of the door slamming open. It makes you jump out of your skin, and you retract your outstretched hand faster than you ever have. 

You stumble backwards to the center of the room, aligning your sight so that you can see the person at your door. Not that you really need to see him to know who it is.

It’s obviously Seonghwa, but it does take you a second to recognize him. He’s wearing something completely different than you’ve seen anyone wearing since you got here. 

The most striking aspect of the outfit is the fedora. Closely followed by the knee length jacket that he’s wearing indoors. In August. Under the jacket, he’s simply wearing a black button down and black straight-leg pants, with black (imagine that) combat boots. He’s also adorned in silver accessories, decorating his otherwise plain outfit.

You take this in fast, too fast to notice the black stack in his hand before it comes flying at you.

“Get dressed.” He says as the stack hits you and bounces off of your front, splaying across the floor. You look down to see that he’s just thrown clothes at you. You probably could have intuited that from his statement, but your first instinct had been to see what the fuck he had just thrown at you. 

You give him a puzzled look. “Right now?” You don’t know why that’s the question that comes out, but it is. 

He stares blankly back at you. “Yes, right now.” 

As you bend to pick up the clothes, you realize that your hands are shaking. You try to steady them before Seonghwa notices, but you doubt that’s truly possible. He’s staring you down like a hawk watching a mouse. He probably thinks that you’re going to try and make a run for it past him.

Wait a minute… 

You finish collecting the clothes in your hands, straightening back up as you do. Without thinking very critically, you decide that you will try to make a break for it. You look past Seonghwa to your wide open door, bracing yourself to start running.

If you get past him, you can get outside. If you can get outside, you can run. Who needs a car? You can run and hide in the corn fields. They won’t be able to find you. How would they? 

In what you hope is a sudden movement, you look to Seonghwa and throw the stack of clothing back at him, aiming for his face region. You don’t wait to see if you hit him accurately or not. Instead, you start running.

You have to crouch to get around him, and you’re surprised to find that you actually do. You reach out and grab the edge of the doorway, trying to use it to propel yourself out of the door. Shit, this might just wor-

Seonghwa’s arms wrap around your waist before you can even finish the thought. The clothes must not have distracted him as much as you hoped they would. You yelp as he pulls you back into the room, slamming you into his chest. His necklaces dig into your spine as your body snaps to his.

“You stupid bitch.” He spits as he spins you around to face him. Before you can note how close his body is to yours, he’s forcing you backwards, further into the room. At the foot of the bed, he shoves you away from him, sending you back onto the bed. You bounce from the impact before setting yourself up on your elbows, ready to attempt to jump off again.

There’s no time for critical thought. You turn and set your feet onto the ground at the side of the bed, preparing to run again. Seonghwa meets you there, however. He steps his right leg between yours, locking you in place. Looking up at him now, you notice that you must’ve hit him with the clothes, because his fedora is gone. His hair is askew where his hat once was, and boy does he look pissed. 

You glance over to where he was standing and, sure enough, his hat is lying upside down on the floor. You’re still staring at his hat when you feel his hand. He grabs your chin forcefully, pulling you until you’re looking at him again. He grips you in such a way that your cheeks smoosh together, curling your lips outward. He squeezes harder than necessary, and again you’re struck by the look in his eyes. They somehow convey his pure hatred of you and his absolute adoration of the situation at the same time. You try to match his hatred of you with your own eyes, but you know that you probably look more scared than angry.

You are angry, but this is way scarier than it is infuriating. 

Seonghwa bends forward, making you lean further back against the bed. He puts his free hand to the right of your head, compressing the bed. He doesn’t let go of your face as he gets closer and closer to you. His chains are dangling so low they’re almost touching your chest. “When I let go of you,” he starts, leaning only ever closer, “you will dress yourself, or I will dress you. Nod if you understand.”

You want to spit on him. He’ll dress you? What a fucking pervert. You try to shake your head in his grasp. He chuckles at the feeling, but he doesn’t sound amused. He drops your chin. “That wasn’t a yes or no question, princess.” He stands back up, straightening himself to his full height. You sit up with him, not liking the power dynamic of him standing over you lying in bed. “Stay.”

He steps away from the bed, walking to the pile of clothes you had thrown at him. He picks his hat back up and settles it on his head once more, and you have half the mind to try and jump him from the back, but decide against it. You would end up right back where you started. He gathers the clothes in his arms and turns back to you, dumping the clothes next to you on the bed. “Put the clothes on.”

“No.” You defy, staring at him from your spot on the bed. 

Seonghwa smiles his unamused smile again. “Okay.” He quickly walks back around to where you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, repositioning himself between your legs again. His hands dart out quickly, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it upward. 

You cry out once you realize what’s happening. He wasn’t fucking kidding about dressing you. On instinct, you clench your arms to your side, keeping your shirt from rising too far. You attempt to swat his hands away with yours as you keep your arms at your sides, but you can’t do too much. “Let go!” You yell, preparing to start kicking if you need to. 

“Are you going to dress yourself?” Seonghwa replies darkly, keeping the hem of your shirt in a vice grip.

“Yes! Fine! Just fucking stop!”

With that, he lets go of your shirt and steps back from the bed. You quickly smooth your shirt down where it had rode up, trying to calm yourself down. You take a deep breath, grabbing the first piece of clothing on the pile next to you. Coincidentally, it’s the shirt. 

You stare at Seonghwa, who is still just standing in front of you. “Can you leave?” He shakes his head. “Can you, like, turn around?” You groan. He shakes his head again. Wow. “What a fucking pervert.” You say it out loud before you can stop the thought. Your eyes go wide as you realize that you’ve just insulted him to his face, and you wait for his response.

Seonghwa laughs. He starts laughing. This time, it’s no unamused chuckle, either. It’s the same laugh that you heard in the chapel. He’s genuinely laughing at you. “(Y/n), trust me,” he pauses in his sentence to laugh some more. “I would never lower myself to the likes of you for sexual release.” He brings a hand up to dab at his eyes. 

Ouch. Not that you actually care, but damn, that was cold. He keeps laughing as you begrudgingly pull your shirt off, quickly yanking the next one on and buttoning it up. It’s a long-sleeve, black button up, much like the one Seonghwa seems to be wearing. You roll your eyes as you stand up to do your pants. 

Seonghwa keeps quietly laughing to himself as you turn around to change your pants. If he won’t turn, you will. You don’t care what he says, it’s perverted to watch some girl you hardly know change; even if she is your hostage that just tried to escape. You change the pants as quickly as you can, and, once again, note that they are quite similar to Seonghwa’s. 

As you button them, you briefly wonder how they could know what size pants you wear, but the thought quickly leaves your mind. You turn back around to face Seonghwa and sit back down to put the socks on. The last thing in the pile is a black blazer, which you quickly pull on. 

Seonghwa has finally stopped laughing by the time that it’s on. “Shoes are downstairs. Come.” He orders, motioning for you to follow him as he turns and heads for the door. 

You roll your eyes again. Why must he order you around like a dog? You stand and follow him into the hall. He’s waiting for you there. As you expect at this point, he wraps his hand around your upper arm and begins dragging you through the building. Fuck, your arm really is going to bruise.

Once you reach the bottom floor and the door to the outside, you spot the boots easily. Now how in the hell did they know your shoe size? Was that something that Mingi remembered? Wait, is Mingi going to be at the ceremony? Will he talk to you? Fuck. Mingi. You shake your head in an attempt to clear your thoughts of him. You need your wits about you right now, you can’t be worrying about Mingi running away from you.

Seonghwa lets go of you in order to grab the boots, telling you to sit on the stairs. You listen, waiting for him to hand them to you.

To your genuine surprise, he doesn’t. Instead, he kneels in front of you and slides your left foot into its boot before lacing and tying it for you. You want to ask why the hell he’s putting your shoes on for you, but he beats you with the answer. “You won’t be able to do it right.”

You scoff. “I think I’m perfectly capable of tying my own shoes.”

Seonghwa glances up at you, giving you a scoff of his own. “You didn’t even button your shirt right, princess.” He slides your right foot into the right boot.

You look down at the buttons on your shirt, and you’re pissed to see that he’s right. You had skipped a button on the top and your shirt is, consequently, hanging askew. “I’ll fix that, too.” He says as he finishes lacing the right shoe.

He reaches up to your shirt, popping open the first button before you realize what he’s doing and swat his hand away. “I can do it, perv.” If he’s going to keep calling you princess, he’s going to get a nickname of his own. You quickly unbutton and rebutton your shirt, hoping no one decides that this is the time they must walk down the stairs. 

Thankfully, no one does. When you’re finished, Seonghwa stands once more, waiting for you to follow. You do, allowing him to grab your arm again. For the first time, you wonder where your ceremony will be taking place. The cafeteria seems like the likely candidate, considering the feast aspect that San was talking about. 

But Seonghwa quickly proves that theory wrong. He opens the front door, pulling you outside with him. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out where you’re headed.

Your path quickly heads for the chapel, and you’re there before you know it. Considering the fact that you aren’t struggling, it must make the walk go faster. It sure seems that way. 

Seonghwa eagerly climbs the steps with you in tow, and throws open the door. 

Instead of the usual pews, you’re greeted by a giant dining table. Seriously, this table must be big enough for 50 people. All of the pews have been cleared out to make space for the table and its accompanying chairs; where they went, you have no idea. There’s absolutely no trace of them. The room is otherwise empty, besides, of course, the throne on the stage and the golden hourglass behind it. 

Seonghwa guides you around the table to the far back wall, on the right side of the stage. Before you can realize what you’re looking at, Seonghwa opens it. A door. The inside is dark. A dusty smell radiates out with the open door, wafting over you and nearly making you cough. Jesus, when was the last time this door was opened? Before you can think about it too much, Seonghwa pushes you into the room, letting go of you in the process.

“Stay.” He tells you, smirking. Almost as soon as the word leaves his mouth, he closes the door in your face. You fumble around, trying to feel for a lightswitch. You hear an outside lock clicking into place as you find the light cord in the middle of the room.

You pull it down and light floods the room. You take in your surroundings quickly, and find yourself locked in a simple storage closet. 

Fuck.

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[tzuyuscloud]

hi can i request a soft hours with kim lip while cuddling on the sofa. thank you sm <3

Very short

You laid on Jungeun's lap as she caressed your head while focusing on the current Netflix series you were both binging. Although it was more so her binging and you smothering your face into Jungeun's shirt, trying to get as close to her as possible.

"yah, why so cuddly today?" Jungeun placed her hands on both sides of your face before letting out a small chuckle. You couldn't find the right words, and ended up shrugging instead, letting out the biggest grin.

"I'm feeling extra...extra...." You trailed off trying to find the right word to fit your statement.

Although, Jungeun decided to finish it for you. Wrapping her arms around you gently, "extra loving? Extra cute? Extra snuggly?" They locked eyes. You had a slight blush that would show if it weren't for you hiding it, by burying your face in Jungeun's shirt once again.

You and Jungeun missed half of the plot because all you did during the show was hold each other close, and slept.

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[kimlipse]

kim lip as the lesbian flag

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#i literally just made this as a lock screen for my phone lol but why not share #loona #kim lip #loona wallpaper #loona lockscreen #lesbian #orbitloona #kim jungeun #loona edits #lgbtq #i might make one of my bias line hmm #i know it’s not even but canva was confusing ok #mine

[kiwibomb]

kim lip lockscreens!! please like or reblog if you save it!!! 🐤

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[sinswithpleasure]

Worth Your Time

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For @gangplanksorenji.

I'm sorry, this is the most unpure I've ever made Kim Lip.

Chapter 1 here!

Tags: Breeding, breeding, breeding, and breeding. Also, rough sex and school hoe Lip. Don't walk in if you can't take it. 

"There is no Light here. You are alone. You shall drift. You will drown in the Deep."

—-------

[17:05, mylipsonyours]

Hey Vice-Prez

[17:05, leeminheok09]

What? 

We're in a meeting. Stop texting.

[17:06, mylipsonyours]

C'mon, live a little. 

I wanna meet you after this. Got a lil' something for you.

—-------

"Alright, meeting adjourned!"

Council President Haseul rises from her seat and leaves the room with her bag. Beside her, you stand as well, preparing to leave after her. A hand grabs onto your wrist.

"Wait up, Vice-Prez!"

You turn around to see the Council Treasurer Kim Jungeun, otherwise known by her nickname Kim Lip, halting your movement with her hand. 

"I told you I have something for you."

"Yeah? What's up?"

Kim Lip looks around the room, and you follow her gaze. She first glances at Choi Yerim, whose conversation with Im Yeojin and Kim Jiwoo is exceptionally loud and boisterous, then at Park Chaewon and Son Hyeju linking hands together as they prepare to leave the Council room. When she returns her gaze to you, she gestures at the other members of the Council with her chin while she removes her bag and leaves it on the meeting table to your right.

"Wait until they leave. It's something private."

Both of you wait for the room to empty out. Kim Lip waves off Yerim when she asks to leave together, and you politely return the goodbyes to those who pass you on the way out. When the room is empty, Kim Lip turns to you while tapping on her phone before locking it and throwing it to the side. 

"So… Haseul tells me you're good in bed."

Time seems to freeze. Kim Lip knew?! How? You hadn't snitched—no one knew of the tryst you and Haseul had behind the empty stairwell, you made sure of it! How?!

"Uh, no. I've never slept with Haseul."

"I'm best friends with Haseul, dummy."

She steps closer to you. The floral scent of her shampoo wafts to your nose, and the smile she wears is a little smug. You're not sure if you like it. 

"It's not that I don't trust her—in fact, I do. I need to see it, no, feel it for myself." Kim Lip raises her right hand, her fingers tracing a line over your chest. "What do you say, Vice-Prez? Wanna have sex with me?"

What the fuck? You're not doing it. Hell no. Why would you?

"Why wouldn't you? Is it because of my reputation?" Kim Lip arranges her hair as she speaks, fluffing it up around her shoulders. "My reputation doesn't matter here. This is between me and you. I want to try it with you, see how good you are according to Haseul. She says you're really good, and I'd love to try you for myself to know."

You step back in shock, and Kim Lip grabs your wrist again. She pulls you in and wraps an arm around your waist, her body pressed intimately close to yours when she pushes you against the meeting table. The softness of her chest against your body has you short circuiting. The same floral scent envelops you, and you can feel the warmth of her body radiating towards you. She somehow manages to step closer, and you fight not to get aroused under her touch.

"I know people call me the school whore. I don't care. What else should a girl be doing? Sex is so fun! It feels fucking amazing when the dudes I fuck cum inside me, because I love feeling their cocks spurt shot after shot of cum into my needy, slutty pussy. It's so warm, so thick, and it feels so damn good knowing I'm getting bred just the way I want to be."

Kim Lip's filthy words send your arousal into overdrive. Did Haseul tell her about your breeding kink too? You remember when Haseul talked about you cumming deep in her pussy then, and similarly, you got even harder and hornier.

"Hm, what's this?" Kim Lip cups your bulge. "I thought you didn't want to have sex." She giggles, then she begins to stroke your cock over your pants. 

"Kim Lip, stop." You curse at how shaky your voice sounds—you're definitely too aroused.

"Mm-mmh, you don't sound convincing, Vice-Prez. You sound like you're really liking this, actually. Does the thought of cumming in a girl excite you so much? Or is it just me?" 

Kim Lip stands on the tips of her toes to reach your ear.

"Because if it's just me, I'll strip for you, Vice-Prez. I'll get on this table and spread my legs like a common whore, and I'll welcome you deep into my pussy. Use me like the school slut you know that I am, and I'll make sure you get to breed me as many times as you can last. I don't care if you get me pregnant, Vice-Prez, because I really love the risk. I'm just like Haseul, you know that? We love getting bred like the sluts we are, and if you do really well with me, I'll even invite you to sleep with both of us, together. What do you say?"

Fuck, the temptation of sex with Haseul dangles right in front of you. Even though Haseul was rough with you last time, you can't deny that you wanted to sleep with her again. Her pussy felt amazing, and you needed to feel her again, cum in her again. Hell, you wanted, needed to breed her, own her, make her carry your child.

"Fine. I'll fuck you."

"That's an amazing answer, Vice-Prez… Don't mind if I do then."

The next few moments happen almost instantly. Kim Lip nearly tears your shirt open with how eager she is, and both you and her work to pull your blazer and top off. Kim Lip's is next to go—she throws her blazer and tie to the floor carelessly, then her blouse follows suit. Your eyes almost bug out when you see her bare chest, and she giggles. 

"I don't wear bras, Vice-Prez. I love it when guys notice and tell me about it. I fuck each and every one of them too, you know that? I take them to the empty classrooms and show them my tits, then I show them a good time."

Fuck, Kim Lip was definitely a whore, but somehow, that made this tryst even hotter. 

Both you and Kim Lip tear at each other's clothing—you nearly rip open Kim Lip's skirt when she's undoing your pants, and both of you strip naked almost instantly. Kim Lip locks the door to the Council room, while you close the the windows facing the corridor. Both of you turn and move to the other, and she pulls you in for a torrid kiss when both of you meet in the middle. Both of you waste no time—one hand of hers is already stroking your hard cock, the other wrapped around you for stability. Similarly, both of your hands knead her ass—you grab at the supple flesh, massaging it between your fingers while both of you moan into the sloppy kiss. You don't even break the kiss to lift Kim Lip up on the desk, and when you do break the kiss, a bridge of saliva falls to the depths below—a testament to how desperate the kiss was. 

"Let's not waste time, Vice-Prez. We're not here to make love." Kim Lip spreads her legs open, and then she parts her nether lips to show you the entrance to her dripping cunt. "Fuck my whore pussy, just like we agreed."

Kim Lip is sopping wet—slick drips down her thighs with every word she utters, and you can see the stray droplets running down her leg. You follow your instincts—drop to your knees, lick the stray slick and its trail up her leg. The opposite motion has Kim Lip originally protesting, but when you lick along her slit and push your tongue slightly into the overflowing wetness within, then swipe over her clit, Kim Lip moans so loudly and wantonly that you rise to shut her up with a kiss. You push your tongue against hers, the transfer of her juices from your tongue to her mouth your intention all along. In your haze of lust, you knead Kim Lip's right breast as you kiss her, little tweaks of her nipple drawing squeaks and whimpers out of her throat. 

"Fuck, I taste good." Kim Lip is breathless after your lustful display. "Enough. I said, fuck my whore pussy and fill me with your cum. Treat me like the whore I am. Empty your balls into me, breed me, put a baby in me. I don't care. I need your cum in my pussy, my womb."

The sinful moan Kim Lip releases when you plunge deep into her cunt mirrors the groan you release at the tight squeeze of her walls around your cock. You can't help but hold Kim Lip in your embrace as you get used to the feel of her pussy wrapping your cock, and the Treasurer herself holds on to you, the grip of her nails and the scratches they leave evident of the pleasure she feels. Your body is her outlet and you don't mind—you're too far gone in your own pleasure to even feel much of the pain. 

"Vice-Prez, please, fuck my whore hole, please!"

"Fuck!"

With how submissive Kim Lip is, you can't help but feel the need to aggressively fuck her. With a loud grunt, you thrust your hips hard against Kim Lip, the force of it causing her to fall back onto the table. You drive your entire shaft deep into her, all the way to the hilt, and then you pull out until only the tip is left in her before slamming the full length of your cock back in her. Kim Lip almost screams at your hard thrusts, and you barely manage to make out her pleas through how hard you fuck her. 

"Yes, yes, YES! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me just like that! Show me how you fuck, show me how good you are at sex! I need it, I need your cock, I need you to pound me! Show me the aggression Haseul showed you, use me like she used your cock!"

You're consumed by your lust for her, her earlier words about herself being a whore, her commands for you to fuck her slutty pussy full of cum and to put a baby in her tummy all at the forefront of your mind. All you can think about is the writhing body of the school slut underneath you, every thrust of yours rocking her entire world. Kim Lip's entire body shakes with how much force you put into each thrust, and you harshly grab one of her jiggling breasts to knead it, to tease her nipple more. 

"FuckfuckFUCK! YES! Squeeze my tits, knead them like that, fuck! Play with me, please, just like that! Fuck me just like that, like you own me! Use me like your sex toy, Vice-Prez! I'm your sex toy, I'm your hole to fuck right now! Use me, fuck me, take me!"

Kim Lip's words bring out the beast in you, a beast you never knew you had. You're damned sure the wet claps of your sex with the Treasurer can be heard outside, but you couldn't give lesser of a shit even if you tried. At this point, Kim Lip was just property, just a human fleshlight. She wanted to be used like a common whore, like a sex toy, right? You'll give her exactly what she wants.

Slap!

You strike at Kim Lip's face, hard enough for her to feel the sting, but light enough not to leave a mark. You level a glare to her submissive gaze, and she withers under your eyes, a whimper dying in her throat. 

"Fuck, you're such a whore, aren't you, Lip? Asking me to have sex with you and even displaying your body for me just so you'll get cock up your whore hole? Damn it, you're such a fucking slut, Lip. Admit it. Admit you're a fucking slut."

"Yes, Vice-Prez! I'm a slut, I'm a fucking slut! I'm your fucking slut, Vice-Prez!"

Slap!

"That's right. You're my fucking slut. My fucking sex toy. And now, I'm going to fucking put a baby in you, I'm going to fucking cum so hard all you can think about is my cock painting your walls white!"

At the same time, Kim Lip screams. Her pussy contracts hard, her entire body freezing before her back lifts off the table, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. You feel her tight walls quiver over and over around your cock, and even through her orgasm, you carry on fucking her body. At the same time, you growl at the first blast of semen shot deep into Kim Lip's body. You fuck yourself back into her with every spurt of cum paints Kim Lip's tight cunt white, shot after shot after shot emptied deep into her waiting womb. You don't even feel the exhaustion of the intense sex—you're preoccupied with how much you want to breed this whore, how much you want to get her pregnant, just like she said. 

"YES! YES! CUM IN ME, CUM IN ME! MAKE ME PREGNANT, VICE-PREZ! PUT A BABY IN MY TUMMY!"

Even when both yours and Kim Lip's orgasm subsides, you refuse to stop fucking her body. You're lost in your lust—the sin has long possessed you, and you take it out on the helpless girl beneath you. A dim part of you wonders if you're pushing the limits too far, but when you look down at Kim Lip, you see the joy in her eyes amidst the sex-drunk expression she wears—she absolutely lives up to and gets off on being used as the school whore, as a sex toy for the male students. 

"YESYESYESYESYES!! VICE-PREZ, FUCK! FUCK ME HARDER!"

You intend to do just that. 

A hammer striking hot iron atop an anvil—that's your hips against Kim Lip's crotch, but with superhuman speed. On pure instinct, Kim Lip has her legs wrapped around your waist. She has you locked with nowhere to escape to—not that you wanted to—and with nowhere else to cum but inside her for a second time. With how horny both of you are, neither of your peaks are far off, and when your second orgasm hits, so does hers. You pin Kim Lip down on the table as you fuck her hard through your shared orgasm. 

"Oh FUCK! FUCK! TAKE IT, TAKE MY CUM!"

Kim Lip can't even spare words—a shrill scream tears through the afternoon air as her body arches up into yours, again and again and again with every tight contraction of her pussy walls. Gushes of wetness washes over your still-thrusting cock, and you once again fuck spurt after spurt of thick cum deep into Kim Lip's pussy. Thrust after thrust of your cock is followed by one hard expulsion of semen deep into her body, deep into her womb. You're beyond reason anymore—sex with Kim Lip is all you need to survive. 

Even after two rounds, your cock still stands hard and ready for Kim Lip. You check on the girl beneath you, but your lust-drunk mind demands to fuck her one more time. You grab her and pull her to sit up, then you lift her up into a stand-and-carry. You sink her down on your cock and begin bouncing her up and down the length of your shaft while you walk towards the locked door of the Council room. 

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Yes, Vice-Prez, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…"

You've broken your Treasurer. She repeats the same words over and over, her voice slightly hoarse from her screams earlier. You lean her against the door, your constant thrusts into her maintained at the same pace. With gravity weighing Kim Lip down, your shaft reaches even deeper into her, and with every thrust, thick dollops of white gooey cum drip to the floor. None of it matters though—you want to break Kim Lip to the point of no return. You follow her instructions to the tee—you use her exactly like your personal sex toy, and while it seems selfish, it is evident Kim Lip got off on the whole thing. Right now, her eyes have rolled back into her head again, and her tongue hangs out in a textbook ahegao. Her words all slur together into an unintelligble moan, and when you fuck up deep against her G-spot, Kim Lip screams again as her third orgasm gushes out of her, an explosive squirt spraying all over your legs as you growl loudly, following her footsteps into your third orgasm as well. The sounds of sex never halt—squirt and semen mix into a mess of bodily fluids running down both of your bodies and pooling all over the floor all while the wet claps of you fucking Kim Lip over and over echo around the Council room and into the empty hallway. You let yourself get lost in the white flashes that follow every shot of semen firing deep into Kim Lip's body, and somehow you mamage to keep both yourself and her upright, even with your shaky balance tested throughout your shared violent orgasms. 

When you finally drop Kim Lip, both you and her collapse to the floor in exhaustion. Your cock is a giant mess of squirt, slick, and semen. Kim Lip's used cunt drips copious amounts of semen, and both of you lie next to each other, attempting to catch your breath.

"You are as good as Haseul said, Vice-Prez. She and I will be in touch, and if you breed her like you did me, you'll definitely be the best man we've ever fucked."

Kim Lip giggles.

"Go home and get some sleep, Vice-Prez. You'll need it to take care of our baby."

What the fuck?

"I'm ovulating right now, Vice-Prez. You fucked me raw three times and subsequently bred me three times. What do you think would happen?"

Oh, shit.

Kim Lip rises to sit on the ground, and she swipes at some of your leaking cum before pushing it back into her pussy. The excess that clings to her fingers is swiped off by her tongue, and she smiles coyly. 

"Thank you, Daddy."

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[minachuuu]

The Ghosts of a Choice [P1]

❣The Ghosts of a Choice❣ Part ½

A little bit of post-Valentines angst for you all, it’s a bit different from what I have written before, but I really hope you enjoy it!❤

❤ Pairing: Kim Lip x Reader

❤ Genre: Angst⚡ (and a bit suggestive 💋 heh)

❤ Word Count: 5.1k

❤ Song Suggestions: Ghost of You by Selena Gomez & Nobody Else to Call by Jas Ratchford

❤ TW: Mentions of alcohol

“I only needed you to say something, not leave me here like if I was talking to a ghost.” Jungeun's mind kept repeating those words over and over again. “Maybe that’s just the way you saw me anyways.”

And anyone that could listen to the way her thoughts harass her would think that she just stormed out from your arms in a rampage a minute ago. But she had these same words repeating over and over again since she had to make the biggest decision in her life… over a year ago. 

Her phone rang, making her entire pocket vibrate and break the train of thoughts that pestered her mind. She shook her head as she took it out, answering it before even looking at the number calling her.

“Hello?-” 

“Unnie!” The voice on the other side of the phone exploded in her ear, it was like having Yeojin basically shouting directly at her. “Where are you?! We’ve been waiting for you to start rehearsing!”

“I- I’m sorry, I got a little belated…” Jungeun muttered, slumping her shoulders. 

“How far are you?” 

“Just a few blocks down, I’m on my way.” 

“Good! Then can you please pick up some snacks for us? We’ll pay you later-” Yeojin spluttered the words without breathing, Jungeun couldn’t even try to say anything. “And Hyunjin is over me asking if you can please buy her another iced americano.”

“Ah… Yeah.” Jungeun took a quick peek at her purse, just reassuring she had her black, faux-leather wallet with her. “I’ll take a bit longer though.”

“No worries, we’ll just go over some parts that we want to review.” Yeojin’s urgency just vanished when it came to snacks. “Okay, see ya’!”

“See you-” The dead tone fell flat in her ear before she could even finish. “-later.”

Grabbing on to her coat she made her way through the gray painted streets at a faster pace, her eyes bolting up to the also gray sky, with clouds varying from almost white to almost black. 

But her feet stopped just at the cafe’s entrance, an invisible force that didn’t let her go in as she stared at her own reflection on the glass in front of her. 

Her face matched the day pretty well, gloomy, a bit frowned. Her eyes looked just like the sky above her as if they could make it rain at any minute. But what’s the matter here? She had entered this place more than a thousand times since that one day. What made a difference today?

A deep rumble thundering in the sky made her jump, her feet scrambling to enter the cafe in fear. But once inside, her breath hitched. 

It wasn’t full, but it wasn’t empty either. The table where you used to see each other was free, but just when she noticed that detail, she snapped away from it. It’s not like it was exclusively your table, she had been there with the members and other friends too.

Jungeun got the few snacks that Yeojin had asked for and got in line to order Hyunjin’s americano, when the doors to the cafe opened violently. A translucent shadow trying to hold on to its breath as it frantically searched for someone inside.

But Lip was the only one that bolted her head to the mysterious person, to her own dismay because it only took her seconds to realize… It was you. 

Your eyes locked up on her as you let out a deep sigh in relief, juggling towards her with something black on your hand. A faux-leather black wallet. 

“Hey! Ah glad I could reach you!-” Your words were cut, as your breath tried to catch up with your heart beat. “Sorry, you dropped your wallet.”

Your eyes widened when they posed over her well-lit silhouette, completely taken aback by having such beauty standing right in front of you.

“T-Thanks…” Jungeun was also hypnotized, her gace unable to focus on anything else but you right in front of her. 

You gave her back her wallet, your hands visibly shaking as they approached each other. She could swear it only happened in movies until now, because in just a fraction of a moment that your fingers touched, she knew you were going to change her life forever.

“So… I better be going.” Your hand immediately bolted to the back of your neck, rubbing nervously. “Nice to meet you…”

“Jungeun.” She responded, clearing her throat. “Thanks again…”

“Y/n!” You started walking backwards, part of you did not really want to take your eyes off of the gorgeous girl right in front of you. “No problem!”

Lip’s hands fidgeted with the wallet on her hands, her nerves ramping up as she looked at you walked further and further. Say something! Her mind slapped her. Anything!

“Y/n!” She snapped her attention back to you and your steps halted at hearing your name out of her lips. “I’ll buy you something… in gratitude for returning my wallet.”

“It’s not necessary!” Your words refused her offer, but your feet were telling another story by approaching her more and more and just that sight was enough to ramp up Lip’s nerves again. “Any person would have done the same.”

“I- I don’t think that’s entirely true, so I’m glad that you picked it up. You as in someone like you, you know… honest, good, kind, pretty- ah. We just met, sorry about that.” Jungeun chuckled as she shook her head, trying to hide the hints of red growing on her cheeks. “Please, allow me-”

“So you think I’m pretty?” You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand trying to hide the intense redness of your face too. “Fine, I’ll accept, only if you accept my request for ten minutes of your time.”

“Isn’t ten minutes a bit too little?” She mumbled under her breath, avoiding you completely. 

“I don’t know,” Your voice slid smoothly to her ears, making her eyes snap back at your already staring glace. “I guess we’ll find out.”

"Hi! Welcome!" The barista broke up your conversation but for Jungeun, it looked like it broke something else. "May I take your order?" 

"Of course, we would…" She looked besides her, and she was completely alone. 

No trace of you anywhere near her, she wasn't even wearing the same clothes, or the same purse or even there were the same people around her. 

Her wallet wasn't even in her hand, where you had left it just moments ago, but she opened her purse and there it was. Safe and sound. She cleared her throat, shaking her head.

"Are you okay, miss?" The barista asked her in a concerned whisper. "You look like you have seen a ghost." 

"Maybe I did… Sorry. I'm good." Jungeun put on her best smiling mask, though it wasn't really the most convincing. "It's just going to be an iced americano. Make that two, put a double shot on one of them, please" 

"Of course!" And then she paid, picked up her order. Everything with her body and mind in a weird state of auto-pilot. 

It had to be playing dirty tricks on her right? There was no need. It wasn't even a special date. There was nothing special about it all. 

It was just you. 

But that was the problem right? That it had been a year and she could still not get you out of her mind. Which she hated. 

It was supposed to be for the better. But it's not like she was having a better time herself. 

The sky was thundering above her as she moved through the last blocks towards the company with her newly acquired bag of snacks and two americanos.

She took one sip of her charged beverage, immediately feeling the bittersweet bolt of energy that could help her focus maybe a bit more on getting to where she needed to go instead of… those thoughts. 

The storm was imminent, and her mind could only try and focus on taking step behind step, nothing more. 

Only souls rushing to their destination were the only left of the streets, not precisely eager to be there when the storm finally hit. Lip's rhythm seemed to contrast against everyone else's though, as she took sights and details she had never given herself time to appreciate. 

The cracked pavement, the freshly painted sidewalk, the vines growing out of one of the building's windows, the red car parked in the corner of the block. 

But it wasn't a bright red. It was a bit darker, hinting with undertones of violet. It was more… towards the color of wine. 

Just like yours. Maybe even the exact car model. 

The windows were foggy, a testament of it being driven fairly recently. And maybe it was the americano sweating in her own hand, her breath trying to even itself from walking in the cold...

But suddenly she was inside. Her hand slammed against the foggy window. 

Her lips danced in a strangled air against another pair that tasted of caramel, but she didn't want to stop tasting them. A faint moan that came out of her own mouth surprised her, and she pulled apart immediately. 

"Someone got a bit too excited with a goodbye kiss." Your voice echoed in playful giggles through the car. 

"Shut up," Jungeun sneered, her eyes avoiding your eyes completely. "Say that to your hands."

Your hands were dangerously moving upwards over her straddling legs. You had no idea how you had ended up in that exact position over the driver's seat. 

"And I suppose that you magically appeared over me." You started fidgeting with the fabric over her waist. 

"Well," She sighed, rolling her eyes and starting to pull away. "if you don't want me here I suppose I should-" 

You pulled her back, capturing her lips on yours in a ravaging kiss. Her arms traveled up your chest and around your neck in an attempt to feel you even closer. She could never get enough of that feeling.

Your hands took advantage of the moment and went below her shirt, feeling her soft skin under your touch. And only that touch was enough for her to fill her entire body with the energy of a thousand shots of espresso.

Completely unaware that her body started grinding against yours at the rhythm of whatever music was sounding out your speakers and the clock kept advancing without any of you noticing, your senses were too enticed on each other to care.

Her kisses trailed down your jaw and then down your  neck, giving you a second to breathe, to think a bit more clearly.

“Jungeun.” Her name came out of your mouth way more serious than you intended it to be, making the girl on top of you snap away, distress filling up in her eyes. “Jungeun wait-”

“Yeah, Y/n?” Her voice trembled, her eyes looking for any sign of anything at all that could calm her mind from the uneasy thoughts already flooding her mind.

But the pause in your voice only made everything worse. She could see how your eyes didn’t know where to look, how your hands started to shake and how you pulled them away from her. The way you cleared your throat and sighed… She pulled back, fixing her hair to one side as she played nervously with it.

“We have been ‘together’ for almost a year now, and…” You lowered the volume of the radio until it was barely audible. “I have wanted to talk to you about something for a long time.” 

She knew this was coming. Of course. Being an idol was always something that stood between her personal life and her life on top of a stage. She tried her best, she swears she does. Always too afraid to take the next step because she didn’t know if you would take her seriously… But it had come to this.

“I know, you’ve told me what the company said about us. About whatever this is.” Your gentle tone, almost as a whisper, and your hand helping her to move a rebel strand of hair out of her way somehow didn’t ease the already growing hole in her stomach. “I’ve been thinking about it too much lately and-”

Her eyes looked at her clock. 6:17. More than ten minutes late to her rehearsal. She jumped off you and into the co-pilot's seat, cutting up every single one of your words as she lowered the mirror and rushedly tried to fix herself.

“Jungeun?” You gasped at her sudden movements,

“I’m so sorry Y/n, I really need to go.” She didn’t even dare to look back at you while she urgently gathered her stuff. She didn’t want to.

Because what did it matter anyways? If she was already seventeen minutes late what would half an hour do differently? 

The truth is that she didn’t want to listen to you. Not another word that would eventually lead you to break up with her. And this way maybe she could win a day more, if she told you that rehearsals were going to get very hectic, maybe she could even win a week more.

“Will you call me when you get back home?” You sounded disappointed, but that could never stop you from caring about her. “Please?”

“Sure.” She sounded flat as she opened the door to the car, the chilly winds of the last days of autumn invading it. “I will.”

Her kiss goodbye wasn’t even a kiss but a peck in the corner of your lips, unsure of how well you would receive one of her that contained all her mind and heart right now, all her questions and pleads. And it was over before you could even feel it.

“Great, I’ll see you-” The door slammed right on your face.

Jungeun couldn’t hear your last word as she ran towards the building, just one block away from the parked car. A cold drop of sweat caressing her cheek as she walked that last trail. And then another, and another…

The phone rang, and she suddenly found herself standing still on the street. Two americanos on her right hand and a bag of snacks. Another cold drop landed over her nose from the sky and just then she realized it wasn’t sweat at all. 

Her phone kept ringing but her hands were too occupied to even look at it, but she just knew it was way too late for her to stay right where she was standing. 

Her eyes bolted back at the car. Hoping to catch a glimpse of you sitting inside against all the foggy windows. But it was empty. Drops were starting to feel like curtains, way too continuous to be safe.

Shaking her head, she sprinted forward. Just one block to the company and that was it. 

She crossed the door just as the downpour got worse. She didn’t even greet the people at the entrance, her glance way too fixed on the floor as she walked towards the elevator, pressed the button to her floor almost by instinct and the doors closed right in front of her face. 

The crushing silence of the elevator returned her to her body for an instant, her eyes finally recognizing her own surroundings. Lightheaded, dizzy, scared… Was she being haunted? 

Thoughts of you were quite usual. There was not a day where you didn’t cross her mind at least once. But this? Ghosts of her past really coming back to haunt her this badly?

Vivi once told her that regret was the worst ghost someone could be haunted by. And my, did Lip regret a lot of things. 

The way she thought that by avoiding that conversation she could just win time. Maybe with enough time she could figure a way to convince you not to break up with her. But wouldn’t that be selfish? Yeah, she regretted the selfishness of every single one of her actions, and all the words that she never brought herself to say…

The light that hit her face from the doors opening before her woke her up once again. She stepped outside, with the loud voices of her members already booming through the hall. And when she opened the door, she was met with stares as strong as those voices.

“Unnie!” Yerim closed in, jumping in excitement. “You’re finally here!”

“Why weren’t you picking up your phone Jungeun-ah!” Jinsoul scolded her, shaking her head. “We were getting so worried!”

“Sorry-” She sighed, lowering her face but raising her occupied hands. “Had my hands full here.”

“Oh great!” Hyunjin jumped, grabbing her own beverage from Jungeun's hand. “Thanks unnie!” 

Lip only nodded back at her with a weak smile. Walking past them as she left the bag with the snacks over a table and rushed to her own corner of the room. Eleven girls standing in the room with her right now knew how to read her from top to bottom, and she wasn’t in the mood to be their book today.

Heejin’s claps called her up as she joined the line up and for once she was grateful for the music. She had something to focus on that for once didn’t involve thinking about…

Jungeun sometimes hated how self-aware she is about herself. Now she’s thinking she needs the music as a distraction instead of actually being distracted by the music. And it just went on for a song, then another and another…

“Unnie!” Heejin was grabbing her by the shoulder, slightly shaking her. “Some of us are planning to go to the club right now, would you like to join us?”

Everyone was already gathering their stuff and packing up, Hyeju and Chaewon already walking out the doors, Jinsoul and Hyunjin laughing about something only they understood. 

Looking down at her clock, she could only gasp in shock at how late it was already. The entire rehearsal went by and it was almost as if she wasn’t there.

“Ah-” Her conscience was just returning back to her at an alarmingly slow rate, she wasn’t even sure what Heejin had asked of her. “Let me think about it okay?”

“Of course!” Heejin nodded back with an excited smile. “We’re gonna go change and clean up in our room and we’ll meet you right here okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” 

And there she stood in the middle of the practice room, unfocused but staring right at her own reflection. It wasn’t a new question that popped inside her head. Everytime she had a bit of time to think, it was the first thing that came to her mind.

Should she try to talk to you again? You didn’t block her anywhere as far as she knew, was your number still the same? Maybe if she had called you right as you walked through that pair of doors everything could have been different today. 

But risk everything she has? Risk absolutely everything she has worked so hard for just for a whim that her heart hasn’t been able to let go for almost a year?

“It’s not really a tough choice…” Jungeun froze when she heard your voice behind her, slowly turning around to face you. “Is it?”

You were standing there, in a large black coat in which you could hide half your face. It only let your eyes stand out, and they were staring straight at her soul. Her mind blurred the rest of her members scurrying away from the practice room, leaving only both of you with the echoing silence.

“Y/n…” Her whisper came out strangled, her feet stuck in their place. Almost as if they were nailed to their place. “I didn’t know you were-”

“I figured you wouldn’t remember I would pick you up today. You didn’t even see my messages all day.” You shrugged, swiping the air with your palm facing her. “Don't worry about it, I understand you’re busy right now. I wanted to see if you were alright but I see you’re doing great so I think it’s better for me to go.”

Her breath started ramping up at the sight of you turning around and towards the door. 

“No-” She gasped as her only resort. “Y/n wait!-”

“What do I wait for Jungeun?” You sighed, snapping around. Your eyes were crystallizing but your gut was even stronger. “A text that’s just going to be another empty apology? A lazy kiss followed up by another excuse? What do you have this time that’s worthy of me waiting here?”

Your words left her paralyzed, her mouth stuttering for any word that could work and save her gut this time.

“Good…” You nodded, hiding the one tear that had managed to escape your eye while turning around and placing your hand over the handle. “They say that no answer is an answer too, right? I’ll see you… whenever you want to see me.”

But the instant you tried opening that door towards yourself, a hand slammed it closed again. With Kim Lip’s breath trying to even after running that fast to catch up to you.

“Jungeun-” Your tone was still very controlled. “Let go.”

“No…” She closed her eyes, hoping that not looking at you would give her the bravery to actually talk to you. “I can’t let you go until… until you listen to me.”

“That’s funny. I have had to let you go with a thousand words hanging in my mouth before because I respected that you had other things to do.” You muttered, shaking your head. “But it’s kind of a miracle that it’s you this time who has something to say so go ahead.”

“I’m sorry, okay!?” Her eyes were still slammed shut as the words spit out of her mouth. “You know I’m not good at saying things out loud.”

“And it never bothered me until the only things that you said out loud were lies.” Your voice cracked, finally making Jungeun open her eyes.

“I never said any-”

“Really?” You crossed your arms over your chest, “Maybe I could have believed you because I have chosen to do so over and over. That the company was really prohibiting us from seeing each other, I disagree with a lot of things they have done to you anyways. But when they rushed me in and even took me up here to you after I waited outside for half an hour? Talk about bad timing.” 

“But they told me that…” She shook her head again, slamming her eyes shut again to try and calm herself down. “They told me to be careful. To watch out because if anyone discovers us it could be over for my career, for everyone’s career. I can’t risk doing this to them…”

“So you risked doing this to me.” 

“What do you mean?...” She looked back at you.

“There’s nothing like feeling that you’re not wanted anymore. Like you did something wrong along the way and you have absolutely no idea what. Just seeing you grow and grow and eventually wonder if I’m enough or if you’ll eventually get tired of so little,” The tears started pouring out freely, but your jaw clenched in anger more than sadness. “Even if you just saw me as a fling, someone you could call to make out and satisfy all your needs. I bet I’m not even that useful anymore when you could pick from hundreds already waiting for you to point back at them.”

“What?! That’s not true! Y/n, I never meant for you to feel this way!” She held on to your hand and surprised that you at least had allowed her to touch you, Jungeun slowly closed in. “I never wanted to hurt you!”

“But you did…” You whispered, lowering your head in defeat. “All because you had already made your choice, but refused to tell me about it.” 

She cupped on to your face, crashing her lips on yours. And honestly, you didn’t move away as much as you wanted to. You wanted to taste those sweet, tangy lips of her one last time. 

But she noticed how still you were, how your arms didn’t surround her like they always did or you relaxed under her touch. And her heart sank to her stomach, just confirming her worst fear. 

Oh how bad had she screwed everything by trying to fix it. She hesitated to pull back, but still did, refusing to open her eyes.

“What is that even supposed to mean? Didn’t you have something to say?” You scoffed, taking her hands off your face and stepping back. “Why can’t you even look back at me?!”

But she knew that if she opened her eyes she would start bawling them out. Her hands only bolted up to her mouth covering it as she violently shook her head.

“I wanted to talk to you because I cared. Because I didn’t want to come between you and your dreams. I didn’t mind if I had to live in the shadows as long as I was the shadow that gets to hold your hand and wake by your side every morning. Or maybe, just maybe even if not as your partner, you would allow me to cheer you on as a friend-” You sobbed, putting your hand over the handle again. “I really wanted to talk. But I guess you didn’t”.

The cold wind of the halls outside entered the practice room as you opened the door and Jungeun slowly looked up to you, still too stunned to say something.

“I only needed you to say something, not leave me here like if I was talking to a ghost. Maybe that’s just the way you saw me anyways.” You got out of the door, glazing at the pair of eyes that were still too afraid to silently say everything they really wanted to say. “Goodbye Jungeun.”

The door closed on her face, and your steps echoed further and further, and she waited and waited for you to turn back. And waited, and waited… 

“Unnie!” Yerim’s voice broke the vision right in front of her, returning Lip to reality with something that felt like a slap in the face.

“Yeah?” She looked up and noticed Heejin, Haseul, Jiwoo and Sooyoung waiting beside the younger girl, everyone staring at her. Especially the two latter ones, whose glances were piercing through as if they could read each and every single one of her thoughts.

“We’re going!” Yerim signed at the door. “Are you coming?”

“Uh-”

“Oh, she’s coming.” Sooyoung approached her, extending her hand to pull Jungeun close. “Our little Lippu needs some time to de-stress and just have some fun! Let it all out!” 

“It’s been a while since we had a little night out right?” Chuu held up to her free arm, using her cute charms to convince her even further. “C’mon! I’ll help you choose an outfit!”

And Jungeun didn’t have much time to refuse against those two. Her mind only returned back to her when she was already in the back of a moving car, surrounded by both Yves and Chuu that each held on to her hands.

The other three girls were wearing their headphones and not really conscious of whatever was happening around them, but Jungeun’s few head movements didn’t go unnoticed by her older member.

“Hey…” She felt Yves caress her thumb against the back of her hand, whispering in a very sweet tone. “I know you’re not good with words. You don’t have to tell us a thing if you don’t want to.”

Those sentences somehow managed to calm her a bit, finally relaxing into the back of her seat, and tightening on to the hold of both their hands, Jiwoo immediately rested her head over her shoulder.

“We know you’re not doing so well right now.” Yves smiled back at her, “So whatever it is, we just want to remind you that we’re here for you and we hope that clearing your mind a bit will help you but you don’t have to come with us to the club if you really don’t want to.”

“I haven’t done karate in a while,” Chuu softly hummed on her shoulder. “But whatever it is that is making you sad, I will snap in half if it's necessary!”

All three laughed, with Jungeun feeling some kind of knot in her throat easing. 

“You know…” She sighed, leaning her head on top of Chuu’s. “Maybe I really do need to clear up my mind a bit.”

The rest of the way was silent and quick, free of any worry for the first time on her day. And once at the club, her members, or maybe how she preferred calling them outside of any work situation, her best friends took very seriously upon themselves the task to keep her out of her own mind.

One drink and they were already dancing as if they didn’t spend three hours of their day already doing so. But this time was freeing. No choreography, no accents to hit or perfect angles to revise. Just them and whatever their body wanted to do.

Another drink and they were screaming the lyrics to all the songs at the top of their lungs. Their vocal teacher would probably scold them if they saw them reaping their throats out like this, but it didn’t matter. Not right now.

Right now she wasn’t an idol. She was just Jungeun. And nothing was standing in between her finally feeling like herself.

Strange faces blurred and unfamiliar laughter faded, she looked at her friends having a blast with her too. And she recognized Heejin, Yerim, Haseul, Jiwoo and Sooyoung with her. And another face, not far in the distance that her mind didn’t blur either.

Oh no.

Not you again. In an ocean of faces meant to escape from the isolating thought of yours, why would her mind play her dirty and put you right there? She had never gone to such club with you so why were you there but to torture her once again?

Jungeun shook her head trying to get rid of the rush that your image gave to her. But she looked again and you were still there. 

But it was you. For the first time in an entire, torturous year trying to silence her thoughts… it was really you. 

She knew it was you because unlike all the times she had seen your ghost, this time you reacted when your glances met. Your breath hitched, your eyes widened and your body stopped dancing. The stare was long enough only for both of you to confirm the dreaded reality. 

But your eyes strayed away, your feet moving against all the words Jungeun wanted to shout at you. You were further and further, and she waited and waited for you to turn back. And waited, and waited… 

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Part 2!✨

#girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #loona scenarios #loona imagines #loona kim lip #alcohol mention

[softjyrn]

how i feel for you

choeves brain rot!!!!!, thanks to the anon that put this idea in my head, i hope you like it!! i took some liberties with the plot, but i think the dynamic is still there

smut all the way to the end, starts at >>>

let's imagine that choeves age gap is only of 2 years instead of 4, and they're all in college bc yeah, i feel more comfortable with that

prompt: fwb jock himbo yves and bratty choerry who everyone thinks is this ray of sunshine but meets jock g!p yves underneath the bleachers before each game for a good luck charm..if u know what i mean...

warnings: g!p, dirty talk, bit of impregnation kink (really minor)

fic lenght: 3.3k words

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"look at her" jinsol huffs under her breath, staring at something, someone, across the field they were in, the students laying on the grass and taking advantage of the shadows from the trees, "does she always have to be that smiley all the time? it's midterms seasons for fucks sake"

sooyoung lifts her head at her friend's comment turning to look at where jinsol is looking, on a distance in front of them is choi yerim, a well known sophomore around campus, along with her friends kim jiwoo and jeon heejin. the three of them were easily known for, and sooyoung is quoting haseul here, being literal rays of sunshine, so cute.

she chuckles, shaking her head at her friend, "i don't understand how you're still bitter about her, jinsol. the reason you and jungeun broke up was simply because you slept with someone else, i'm pretty sure regardless of whatever choi yerim told her, she would've dumped you"

jinsol grumbles, "i was drunk that one time"

"yeah? and what about the others?" sooyoung doesn't hold the snort she lets out at seeing her friend's face turn red from anger. jinsol was sometimes too easy to tease.

"whatever, you're just saying that because you want to get into her pants"

sooyoung scoffs, you have no idea, "what makes you think that? she's not really my type"

"oh please, she so is your type. cute, innocent, easy to break. too bad jungeun probably told her all the shit you do to girls" there's a smile on jinsol's face, the type that sooyoung really doesn't like, the one she uses when she wants to fuck with her head. but no, she won't let jinsol have this one.

"that sounds more like your type. you know, i'm starting to believe that all of this personal vendetta against yerim it's just your weird way of letting out your sexual attraction towards her"

sooyoung smirks at the almost offended look on the dark haired girl's face, her mission acomplished when jinsol curls one of her hands into a fist, frustration clear on her face.

"that's it, fucker. i'm leaving" she hastily says, standing up from the grass and quickly gathering her things, ignoring a laughing sooyoung still on the ground.

"we have practice tomorrow, don't be late" with a last grumble, sooyoung waves goodbye at her friend's retreating figure, snickering under her breath.

it's almost unconsciously how her eyes find yerim again. she is still talking with her friends, her usual bubbly smile on her face, with the sun shining down on her and her hair falling down in soft waves, sooyoung thinks that haseul is right, she is cute.

and yes, maybe she has a pretty good idea of how cute yerim is, especially when she is on her knees and having her mouth filled with sooyoung.

but that's probably something that haseul doesn't need to know.

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sometimes sooyoung thinks that coach kang is the devil incarnate, making the team practice at 7 am on a saturday it's just one of the collection of proof sooyoung has gathered on the case.

(the rest of the proofs including, but not limited to, how she makes her run 10 laps around the field whenever she caughts sooyoung flexing a bit too much in front of the cheerleaders)

practice doesn't end until past 10, and when coach kang finally tells them they are done for the day the team doesn't waste time to flee the scene, by the time sooyoung is done showering and is gathering her things from the lockers, she is pretty much alone. only two of her teammates - no jinsol in sight, rude bitch - remaining in the dressing rooms.

she sets her duffle bag next to the bench she is sitting on, pulling out her phone to text jinsol about how she was supposed to wait for her. instead she gets distracted by a notification, a new text displayed on the screen.

choi yerim

[10:18] are you done with practice?

[10:18] i thought maybe we could meet at our spot?

sooyoung feels the buzz of anticipation settling on her body, their spot being behind the bleachers, during the week it's a place where most stoners from campus would hang out, but during the weekends after the lacrosse team and the cheerleaders are done with practice it's practically deserted.

it's also extremely convenient how there's an old ratty sofa there. it reeks like pot and sooyoung is pretty sure that she is not the only one leaving cum stains on the surface, but it does the job quite well. the job being having a surface to fuck yerim into.

ha sooyoung

[10:47] yeah, i'm done

[10:47] let's meet, i'll wait for you there

>>>

it's not long before footsteps are heard around her, after all yerim's dorm was on a walking distance from the field, looking up from her phone sooyoung sees yerim making her way in.

short shorts hugging her hips and a white t-shirt made her still look fucking delicious to sooyoung.

"baby, hi" sooyoung calls out, her voice soft as the way she was looking at yerim. even after months of their hook-ups she still gets somewhat awestruck with yerim.

"i've told you to stop calling me that, sooyoung" yerim huffs, a faux annoyance on her face.

"it's still unnie for you, brat. just because i eat you out twice a week doesn't mean you can lose the honorifics" she grumbles, scooting to the side of the couch to make room for yerim.

"i don't call unnie to dumb fucktoys that keep me waiting. you didn't answer my text until almost half an hour later"

sooyoung feels the arousal spreading through her, it was always so hot hearing yerim curse, her angelic features and those lips spitting obscenities at her, because of her.

"is that what i am to you, a fucktoy?"

yerim rolls her eyes, "not now, i really want to get off"

she climbs into sooyoung's lap, legs straddling her, and the heat sooyoung feels from her center makes her member twitch against her. her cheeks flaming from how fast the situation escalated.

if there's one thing that she loves about yerim is how she doesn't waste time getting into what she wants.

"tell me something, baby. did you miss me?" she grips yerim by the hips, hoisting her up in her lap and smirks at the sharp intake of breath the younger girl lets out.

her smugness is short-lived though, when yerim grinds down on her bulge, her clothed cunt pressing directly against her dick.

the younger girl lips arms curl around her neck "you know i don't like it when you get cocky" the younger girl husks between them, lightly biting her lip, "now be a sweetheart and fuck me"

she starts grinding her hips, the friction rubbing sooyoung in the best way. "shit, i'd fuck you right on, darling"

sooyoung tightens her grip on yerim's hips, guiding her movements and pressing her down harder. the girl on top of her letting out a strained groan. sooyoung could feel her growing erection making contact with yerim's leaking center, the heat engulfing her hardness.

"god, feels so good" yerim moans out, one of her hands scraping sooyoung's nape, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

"christ, you're so hot" sooyoung grunts out when yerim presses particularly hard onto her member. she feels flushed, her face burning up and the both of them breathing harshly.

she takes a handful of yerim's ass, hands sneaking up the back of her tiny shorts to grab her, the younger girl moaning in appreciation.

"you're so hard already" yerim moans, "i can feel you leaking" she continues before sooyoung is pressing their lips together right as she starts grinding her hips into her.

their tongues start exploring each other's mouths and sooyoung whimpers into her mouth when she feels the smaller girl's hand rubbing her cock over her sweatpants.

"i can't ever get enough of how big you are" yerim says when their lips part for a second, making sooyoung groans at the praise.

"see, that's what you do to me" sooyoung answers, "everytime goddamn time, yerim, you drive me fucking crazy" she continues, her voice almost wrecked by the want cruising through her.

she gets desperate when yerim keeps stroking her over the fabric, tugging her waistband down along with her underwear, freeing her leaking cock into the air. yerim wastes no time in wrapping her hand around the length, giving it a pair of pumps.

"fuck. is this mine?" she mumbles, right against sooyoung's lips, voice as affected as the older girl's. sooyoung moans at the friction on her bare member, turning into a whimper when yerim squeezes hard.

"i asked you something, whose dick is this?" she growls out, her grip strong.

"fuck, yours-ah, yours, baby. you know that, only you get me like this. god" sooyoung blabbers, already too dumb down to thing about anything other than shoving her meat into yerim's tightness.

yerim giggles breathly, softening her grip and rubbing at the slit with her thumb, collecting a glob of precum in an attempt to make her strokes easier.

"that's right, unnie" the younger girl starts kissing along her jaw, before mapping down her neck, making sooyoung buck her hips into her hand every time she sucks on the skin.

it wasn't long before sooyoung started to fuck herself into yerim's fist, impatience clear on her actions. yerim licked her lips at the sight of her, lost in pleasure.

"fuck, yerim, you're going to make me cum" she groans out, her grip on yerim's hips turning bruising and her breath puffing out against her skin.

at sooyoung's impatience, yerim becomes ruthless, her strokes quickening and her fist closing tighter around the hardness. the older girl moans uncontrollably, hiding her face into yerim's neck and hotly licking the skin.

with a final loud moan, sooyoung's hips stutter and she explodes. bursts of cum landing on yerim's hand and their clothes. she lets out a muffled whine when yerim prolongs her orgasm with slow tugs at her cock.

she closes her eyes for a moment, the pleasure blinding her. when she opens them again, sooyoung is met with the familiar sight of yerim licking her cum off her fingers, humming under her breath at the taste.

"god, you're menace" she mutters, her dick already hardening at the wink the younger girl throws her way. with her hands still wrapped around yerim she lifts her up, making her gasp in surprise. she turns them to the side, laying her down on the couch.

sooyoung hovers over her, her arms resting on the sides of yerim's face, "i'm going to make you feel good" she whispers against her lips, kissing her the next second.

with their tongues swirling against each other, sooyoung starts feeling down her body, her lips following the same path as her hands. traveling from the side of her neck, to the shape of her breasts over her bra, after losing her shirt, and ending at the waistband of her shorts.

sooyoung hands deftly undo the button, pulling it down with her underwear and parting her legs. "so pretty" she breathes out, her words hitting yerim's cunt.

when she comes up to kiss yerim, the girl is a complete vision, hair tousled, face flushed and lips swollen from their kissing. it makes sooyoung just want to take, take and take.

"do something, fuck" yerim groans, "don't look at me like that"

sooyoung chuckles at her impatience, kissing her softly before running her fingers over her folds, spreading her wetness. she whines at the feeling of yerim being absolutely drenched.

yerim whimpers when she starts to rub her clit, small hands coming to grip her forearms. "yes, like that"

sooyoung spreads her folds, circling with a finger her hole. she prodes the finger in, swallowing the moan yerim lets out against her mouth.

when she finally enters her cunt, she can't help a moan of her own at the tightness. it doesn't matter how many times she stretches yerim around her cock, she is always so tight.

"mmfuck, add another one" yerim whimpers against their kiss, sooyoung following her instructions and pumping her fingers in and out of her sopping hole.

"you're so tight, yerim. i feel you're going to suck my fingers up" sooyoung mutters, a breathless chuckle following her statement.

yerim gasps when sooyoung amps up the rhythm, her fingers curling every time she pulls them out. the younger girl covers her mouth, trying to quiet down her sounds.

sooyoung frowns at the action, using her other hand to snatch away the one obstructing yerim's mouth. "let me hear you, you're so pretty when you moan like that"

yerim whines at her words, high and needy, arms curling around sooyoung's back to pull her fully on top of her. moans sounding directly on the older girl's ear.

the feeling of having yerim's moans right on her ear, hot breath hitting her skin makes something in sooyoung snap. the need of making the younger girl a complete mess too strong to ignore.

she hears the loud moan that rippes out of yerim when she starts thrusting her fingers at a brutal pace, the tip of her fingers hitting that spongy spot on her insides that makes the younger girl trash around.

"yes, yes, yes, fuck, right there" yerim shrieks, high-pitched and with her back arching into the pliant body on top of her, she moans when she feels sooyoung's hardness poking her thigh. sooyoung just pins her down with her own body, a thumb coming into play to rub at her clit, making yerim buck against her hand.

"you feel so good, baby, so good" their lips meet each other messily, sooyoung not letting up her thrusts. she feels yerim nearing the edge when she clamps tighter on her digits, wetness drenching her hand.

yerim disconects their lips when she lets her head fall back, her nails diggin harshly into sooyoung's back, "fuck, i'm so close, so close, fuck"

sooyoung's thrusts turn erratic, her wrist burning with the effort, and yerim's lips part so beautifully when she flickers her clit one, two, three times before she comes. yerim bucks, her body turning rigid for a second as she lets out her loudest moan yet.

the younger girl pants harshly as sooyoung helps her ride out her orgasm and whines lowly when she removes her fingers from her cunt. sooyoung marvels at the gush of wetness that follows, her fingers soaking with yerim's juices.

"you always do a number on me, unnie" yerim chuckles, trying to catch her breath.

"i can't help myself, yerim-ah, you're always so good" sooyoung says, leaning down to nuzzle against the younger girl's neck. kissing the soft skin, she maps out the curve, her lips turning impatient when she becomes aware of how hard she is against yerim.

"yerim-ah," she moans, grinding her cock into yerim's thigh, searching for any friction, "let me put it in"

yerim's breath hitch at her words, grabbing a fistful of hair when sooyoung bites sharply into her neck, "yes, please, fuck me now"

sooyoung sucks one last mark on her neck before taking her cock into her hand, aligning the tip against her hole, desperate to rail all the way inside.

she pushes the tip in, an obscene squelching sound coming out of yerim's pussy as it starts to swallow her dick. "oh my god, you feel so good". she isn't even halfway in and she is already delirious from the feeling, if yerim wasn't so bratty, sooyoung would use her as a cocksleeve 24/7.

when she reaches the three fourths mark, sooyoung slams all the way in, pressing against yerim, making the girl scream in surprise. the sting making her trash around and moan when sooyoung starts thrusting, a hammering pace from the start.

"god, so fucking tight, you're choking my cock" sooyoung says, feeling in a trance with the way the sight of her cock fucking into yerim makes her feel.

yerim keeps gasping in pleasure at each thrust, "so big, you're ruining my pussy" she moans out, her walls clenching down on the hardness when sooyoung sneaks a hand into her bra, pinching her nipple harshly.

it seems like sooyoung has no plan in slowing down her pace, instead turning almost animalistic with her movements, yerim's body being jostled under her.

"so good, this pussy it's so good" she blabbers, "my pussy, it's mine, right yerim?" sooyoung groans out. too dumb down for anything other than fucking yerim.

"god, no, you know i'm not yours, dammit" yerim whines, her pussy thightens at the possesive tone in sooyoung's voice, her eyes glazed over with lust and too lost in her own world. it's not like she was fucking someone else, but god, she loved to push the older girl's buttons.

sooyoung growls at her response, the hand pinching her nipple coming to cup her jaw harshly, turning yerim's face to stare at her own. "shut up, i'm fucking this pussy and it's mine"

yerim tries to shake her head as a negative, but sooyoung's hand just holds her tighter, "i'm going to cum inside you until you're fucking stuffed, yerim, i'm going to knock you up, god"

sooyoung turns even more desperate at the moan the girl lets out, yerim hips grinding up to meet her halfway. the smacking sound of their fucking resounding around the area.

"you'd love that, wouldn't you? sweet little yerimie being my breeding whore. what would people think, yerim? huh? if i get you pregnant, would you be a good mommy for me?" sooyoung smirked wickedly at her, her favorite version of yerim was this: stripped of her facade and lost in her pleasure.

"no, god, you're disgusting" the younger girl whines, her actions a total contrast to her words, walls clenching down so hard around sooyoung that it makes it almost impossible to move.

"it's chocking me, fuck, i'm going to cum" sooyoung trembles, the peak of her pleasure coming nearer. she starts swiping yerim's clit in quick strokes, trying to get her to the edge along with her.

"yes, yes, fuck!" it takes no more than a few thrusts before sooyoung slams all the way inside of her and spills her cum inside of yerim's walls.

yerim takes her lips between hers, biting sharply when her orgasm crashes over her, the feeling of sooyoung's cum (and her words from earlier) making her reach her edge. she lets out a strained moan when the taller girl pulls out, their combined cum spilling out and adding a stain on the couch under them.

"god, look at that" sooyoung mutter, still lost in her lusty haze, swirling a finger into their fluids and slightly pushing it into yerim's cunt, only for it to pull back and offer it instead to yerim, who eagerly sucks on the tip.

they kiss lazily when yerim lets sooyoung's finger go with a pop, bodies sated and warmed with each other.

"are you going to come to the game tomorrow?" sooyoung mutters as she pulls away, features soft and relaxed as she tucks a strand of yerim's hair behind her ear.

"well, i have to, jungeun unnie still insists in watching your dumb friend play"

sooyoung hums, "and what about me? are you going to watch me too?"

yerim takes a few seconds to answer, making a show of thinking an answer, she lets out a shriek when sooyoung tickles her side, "stop!" she laughs,"you big baby, you know i'm coming to watch you, i'm your good luck charm, aren't i?"

at that sooyoung smiles, really smiles at her, her yerim, the real yerim.

"yes, you are"

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Cute

Star: Kim Jungeun (Loona)

Idea: Yes

Love: random idea buttttt maybe a kim lip imagine where her and reader meet in a haunted house lip works at as like a zombie or... idk.. ANYWAYS the reader isnt the type to get scared and was dragged in by her friends. so when lip successfully scares reader's friends away, the reader stays and all she does is call lip cute which flusters her a bit thennnn they just plan on going out from there? irdk 😭😭 i hope this makes smth

“Come on, Y/n, it’ll be fun!” You rolled your eyes at your friends’ constant pushing and pulling for you to join them inside the rickety old house.

“I know it’ll be fun, but in the end, I’m the only one going to be left chasing after you guys when you run out.” You laugh in a teasing tone, garnering whines from your friends who insisted that what you were saying was completely exaggerated and false.

“We’ll prove you wrong!”

“Yeah, you’ll see!”

You chuckled to yourself, following after your friends who bravely entered the house. You counted in your head when you stepped inside the dimly lit house, waiting until a smile came to your face when you heard the familiar screams of your peers just near the entrance.

“Not gonna get afraid huh.” You muttered to yourself, accepting the arms that circled around yours. The once brave group of friends turned into scared children.

There was something about spooks and jump-scares that didn’t work on you. Ever since you were a kid, you were mostly fascinated by the different costumes and decorations that were littered around your neighborhood. Instead of asking your parents to have you dressed in a costume, your choice was to watch a movie.

As the years passed by you found the occasion to be cute and filled with fun activities that made you laugh then scared. It made you sort of immune to every haunted house and scary pranks that your friends would pull.

Luckily for them, it proved to be a benefit when they pushed through the house, hearing your chuckles whenever they would get scared by a sudden zombie popping out from the walls.

Meanwhile, you were more like a little kid inside a museum, the amount of fascination you had was like you were experiencing it for the first time. Every guy with a chainsaw, or the woman who ran screaming. It was all so interesting, until the very end.

Your friends saw the end, sighing to themselves until a woman came out from behind a wall, screaming while she held out her arms. Your poor friends almost burst out in tears, pulling away from your hold and scrambling outside. The only was that remained was you, looking at the woman who was wearing ripped clothing, make-up that made it look like her skin was torn and broken.

To a normal person she was a terrifying zombie, however, in your eyes she was rather adorable. A cute girl who looked oddly like the Moomin character that you used to see around your newsfeed.

The woman in front of you furrowed her eyebrows when you just stared at her, nothing plastered on your face similar to fear. She tried to scare you again but you just smiled at her attempt, locking eyes with her before you muttered, “You’re adorable.”

You could see that she was a little flustered, a hint of red growing on her cheeks, almost reaching the same color as the blood on her cheeks. A giggle escaped your lips before you walked past her, leaving the house as well as leaving the girl flustered, rooted in her place.

When you joined your friends, you couldn’t help but laugh at their situation, panting and clutching their chests. “So…you definitely proved something.” You chuckled, seeing their faces grow a tinge of red as they avoided your eyes.

A laugh bubbled when they all shuffled out, trying to distance themselves from the haunted house. You wiped the tears from the corner of your eyes, following after your friends who kept muttering to themselves.

For the rest of the night, all of you kept away from the spooky section of the park. Your companions chose to distract themselves from the embarrassment and your teasing by playing all the games they come across, sometimes treating themselves to food while they walked.

Soon enough, everyone was back to enjoying themselves, forgetting about the spooks that came along the way.

Though, through your walk, you were sitting with your friends to rest when you caught sight of a woman walking along with her friends. She was just something your eyes locked onto, finding something to preoccupy yourself while you waited for your food.

They kept walking and walking until she turned her face. Your eyebrows raised when you recognized her, the woman who spooked you and your friends a few hours ago.

There was a strange feeling in your gut that made you stand to walk towards them. The girls in front of her glanced in your direction, seeing your figure approaching them, which prompted the woman to turn around and face you.

She was a bit shocked to see you before her, a bit of a red hue forming on her cheeks when she remembered what you said earlier.

“Uh--sorry, this might be strange but I wanted to ask. Can I get your number?”

There was a chorus of quiet and shocked squeals that came from the girls behind her, but you were somehow too engrossed in the woman in front of you even if there was also a pink tinge on your cheeks. The girl was a bit hesitant but there was something that compelled her to do it, taking out her phone and allowing you to input your number, calling you to have her saved on yours.

“So d-do you want to maybe come out this weekend?” You didn’t mind the stutter in your voice, seeing as the woman in front of you seemed just as embarrassed as you. “I-I can’t do this weekend, but I can do the next one if you can make that.” You paused for a second, sifting through your schedule as a smile came to your face when you saw space.

“Yes, I can make that.” You confirmed, gaining a nod from the woman before you turned to leave. However, before you did, you turned back to the woman to ask her name. “Jungeun.” You seemed to smile at the mention of her name, finding it perfect for her.

“It’s perfect, I’ll see you then, Jungeun.” She had to agree, finding it a little heart fluttering to have such a charming stranger approach her like that. It wasn’t every day that she had that type of experience.

You went back to your friends who looked at you with confusion, glancing behind you to inquire about the group of girls who were suddenly pushing the girl that you were talking to. “Who were you talking to?” They asked in curiosity, having seen the girl for the first time. “A friend.” You simply answered, showing them a smile.

--

“Where are you? You didn’t decide to ditch me did you?” There was a giggle behind the speakers, making you smile at the heavenly sound, a tingling sensation forming in your stomach.

“Relax. I’m getting out of the cab now. I’m in front of the entrance, do you see me?” Looking around, you saw a familiar blonde standing by the entrance of the park.

You didn’t reply to her question, sneaking up behind her, still keeping on the line as you heard her ask if you were still connected. Tapping on her shoulder, she swiftly turned around and smiled when you were behind her. You were a bit shocked to see her in the morning light, the sun lighting up her features.

Even if this isn’t the first time that you’ve met in person, having been on multiple dates. Jungeun was still breathtaking. “You look beautiful.” Hanging up the call, Jungeun’s cheeks suddenly flared up in a pink hue, reaching up to punch you playfully on the shoulder.

“It’s so early but you’re this cheesy!” She whined, but she had to admit that she liked it when you would praise her.

A month has passed since you started seeing Jungeun, the first time being two weeks after the amusement park. When you got her number, the first conversation was awkward, but eventually the ice was broken and the conversation flowed well.

Both of you got to know each other over the weekends and got closer in the first week. But meeting for the first time had its bumps, but because of the calls and texts that you’ve shared over the weekend, it went successfully. Until one after the other happened which led to you being friends and going out on multiple dates.

Jungeun got to know a lot about you and you got to know a lot about her. More than acquaintances and a lot more than just friends. Both of you didn’t need to address it, maybe in the future but standing there with smiles on your faces, it was safe to say that both of you were content in your current position. “Let’s go?”

You offered your hand, breaking the moment that both of you had. Jungeun nodded, taking your hand in hers, her stomach fluttering when she felt your warm hand. She had a tender smile on her face. You glanced at her and saw the smile, mirroring hers as you started walking.

“You’re adorable.”

“Shut up.”

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Prompt 40 w/ Loona's kim lip pleasee :)

oh wow, this one is kinda 👀

40. Licking their lips before or after kissing.

TW: mentions blood

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The tension in the air was stifling as Jungeun and Y/N stared one another down. It almost felt like it would choke Y/N completely but they didn't regret what they'd done.

"I think red is your color." Jungeun laughed, humorlessly and it sent a chill down Y/N's spine. Their fingers unconsciously lifted up to their face, where blood still stained their skin. Their nose throbbed and their lips were definitely split, but Y/N was only stuck on the fact Jungeun was paying that much attention to them.

"I think it looks better on you, though." Y/N didn't know where this cocky side came from when they were around Jungeun, but it pleased her, they could tell.

Hopping down from the wall with a smirk, Jungeun took three steps to stand right in front of Y/N. Her eyes burned into Y/N's skin as she examined them. It was still silent, even as Jungeun's hands reached to their shoulders to pull them closer. And suddenly, Y/N could feel Jungeun's lips against their own.

A hiss escaped their mouth but Y/N kissed her back passionately, matching Jungeun's own energy. They stayed kissing for a while, it felt like hours, but Y/N knew it could have only been a few minutes.

When Jungeun finally pulled away, her smirk was there along with a few glitters in her eyes. Y/N could see the blood smeared across her lips, the sting in their lips secondary to just how beautiful Jungeun looked with it smeared on her face. Their eyes watched as Jungeun's tongue peeked out from between their lips, swiping over the blood that stained her skin.

"I'll see you later, yeah?" Jungeun still smirked as she reached up to wipe the rest of the smeared blood of her face. Y/N just nodded, and their eyes stayed locked on Jungeun’s retreating figure the whole time she left, wondering what the hell had just happened.

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THE ANSWER: XI

Kim Hongjoong doesn’t like the word ‘cult.’ He prefers ‘sect.’ pairing: ateez x fem reader genre: cult au, thriller, angst check warnings on AO3

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The silence in your room is deafening. You remain on the bed, trying to work through what had just happened in your mind.

Seonghwa had just told you he wanted you dead and threatened to beat you. You’re presumably locked in this small room, with absolutely no escape. You’re stranded in the middle of nowhere, your car gone and lacking the allies that could help you escape. The leader of this place also threatened your life, and must be clinically insane. 

But hey, at least you’re not dead, right? You let out a single, wry chuckle. 

Trying to quell the panic starting to course through your body, you attempt to think rationally. There are people that know where you are. You told Jungeun and Haseul that you would be back today. They have the farm’s address. When you don’t let them know how it went by tonight, they’ll have to know that something is up. They know that you’re not the type of person to just leave them hanging.

Your boss also knows where you are, somewhat. You had told him that you would be gone for the weekend. When you don’t show up for work tomorrow, with absolutely no notice, he’ll know that something happened. Knowing your boss, though, he probably wouldn’t even notice you hadn’t shown up until one of your coworkers asked where you were. He’s going to be too busy admiring ‘Adam’ for the next few days. You roll your eyes thinking about that man’s obsession with decor. Who would want to stare at two nude portraits while drinking a coffee? 

You sigh. Even if your boss doesn’t notice, and even if Haseul or Jungeun doesn’t worry when they don’t hear from you, they will definitely know that something is wrong within a few days. Hopefully they wouldn’t come to find out what’s happening for themselves, though. You shudder, thinking of one of your poor friends coming looking for you and finding herself in the same exact situation. No, hopefully they would be smart enough to get the cops. Hopefully.

You hang your head. What the fuck are you supposed to do until then? What do you do until someone notices that you’re missing and comes to find you?

Rationally, you figure that you should probably go along with whatever happens. If they think that you’re being obedient, then they have no reason to hurt you. However, the thought of even pretending to follow along turns your stomach. There’s no way in hell that you would give Hongjoong that satisfaction. 

Even though you don’t know much about him, you’ve seen enough cult documentaries to assume some things about his personality. He must be a narcissist, with an insane God complex. He’s clearly charismatic, gaining the loyalty of nearly fifty people (if that’s truly how many members there are). From your own first meeting with him, you remember finding him handsome, and maybe even a little charming. The way his voice flows so smoothly captivates people, like he plans every conversation he has while also making it feel effortless. Hongjoong must be smart. Insanely smart. 

You wonder for a second if he believes the things he preaches. He’s crazy either way; but whether or not he truly believes these delusions he has determines how crazy. If he honestly believes what he tells these people, that would make him less disturbing. If he doesn’t, however, and he’s merely leading these people on for fun… 

He’s fucking sick. Either way, you don’t want to obey him. He’s convinced too many people of his lies, he took Mingi from you. 

Fuck, you had kind of forgotten about Mingi. What’s he doing right now? His chores? He thinks that you’ve left him. How will he react when he finds out that you’re still here? Is he so far gone that he’ll be happy that you’ve been locked up and are being held captive? Or will he know it’s wrong? Fuck, you don’t even know. 

That begs the question, will Seonghwa (and, presumably, Hongjoong) even tell anyone that you’re still here? Or will they just keep it a secret until they eventually kill you? Are they going to kill you? Would they even have reason to? You do suppose that Hongjoong did say he would kill you… but he didn’t exactly say under what circumstances. Plus, Seonghwa had said plain to your face that Hongjoong wanted you alive.

But why? What’s stopping him from just killing you now? The sick excitement of recruiting another person to worship him? His giant ego wanting another person under his command? It’s probably something like that.

By God, you’re not going to give him that satisfaction. 

All you have to do is survive the next few days until someone notices your absence. That shouldn’t be too hard.

Picking your head up, you take in the room once more. It looks exactly the same as you had left it. You stand, walking to the window to gaze out at the field. There’s still no one that you can see. Where did everybody go? Turning your attention to the frame of the window, you try to find the lock. Not that you would be able to get out through the window, considering the four story drop, but you look nonetheless. It would be nice to get some fresh air. 

Unfortunately, you can’t locate the lock. You put your hands underneath the fame and push up. attempting to get the window to slide. It doesn’t budge. Figures. 

You move on to take in more of the room. Your clothes are still littered around the floor, flung about from your frantic searching earlier. You wonder if you’ll be given clean clothes to match everyone else’s. Probably. If you ever end up leaving this room again.

You sit back onto the edge of the bed, leaning your arms back to hold yourself steady. Your eyes naturally find the desk opposite of the bed, and you’re surprised to see something new. A book.

Had that been there when you tore your bag apart earlier? Or had someone come in while you were at breakfast? Or was it when you had tried to leave? 

Whenever it got there, a sinking feeling in your stomach tells you that you already know what it is. The black binding looks just the same. 

You stand and take the few steps to the desk, pausing in front of the chair. Looking down, it’s just what you think. THE ANSWER. It looks exactly like the copies in the chapel, a black cover with silver embossed details. Picking the book up, you debate opening it up.

On one hand, reading it and knowing just what sort of crazy this place is might be beneficial. On the other, you don’t want to read some brainwashing cult material. Reading the book would also mean showing interest, which is the opposite of what you want to do. You weigh the options in your head. 

Glaring down at the book, you drop it back onto the desk. It lands askew, no longer looking pristine in its position. No way in hell are you reading that thing.

A sudden bell rings out through the hallways, startling you. Instinctively, you turn toward the door, but, of course, nothing has changed. After the bell finishes ringing, you strain to listen for people. The fact that you still haven't seen a single person (other than Seonghwa) since San and Mingi left you alone is getting to be a bit creepy.

Still, you know they all must be around somewhere. When you don’t hear anyone outside the door, you turn back to the window. Outside, you can finally see people pouring into the door below you. From all different directions there are people moving toward the building. For a moment, you try to find Mingi, but you fail to spot his red hair in the crowd.

Flopping back onto the bed, you wonder when your lunch will be.

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

Lucky for you, it’s not too much later. Maybe thirty or so minutes after the bell had originally rang, a knock comes at your door. It startles you once more, making you sit up straight toward the door.

On the bottom half of the door, a slot slides open. It opens from the outside, and it’s probably about ten inches wide and four inches tall, and only about a foot and a half off of the ground. You get off the bed to investigate.

You walk to the door, crouching in front of it. You keep your distance, not wanting anything from the outside to be able to reach you, as you move to be eye-level with the opening. You’re greeted with another pair of eyes staring right back at you, spooking you. You stumble back, landing on your butt and fully sitting on the floor now. 

The eyes crinkle up in a smile, “Hey, (Y/n),” A somewhat familiar voice says through the door. “It’s Wooyoung!” He leans back to show more of his face, bringing a hand up to give you a small wave. 

Stunned, you do the same. “Hello, Wooyoung.” 

“I brought you lunch!” He smiles, leaning off to the side to grab something that you can’t quite see. He lifts up a tray, heaping with food. “I’ll slide it through, please grab it so it doesn’t fall.” He makes eye contact with you, nodding a bit before coaxing the tray through the slot. You reach your hands out, grabbing the end and accepting the food.

“Thank you,” you resume eye contact with Wooyoung as soon as you can. As satisfying as it would have been to simply let the tray drop, this place has good food. And you had totally forgone breakfast. Your stomach lets out a grumble as you look down to the serving. Wooyoung must have gotten you a serving of everything, there’s so much food on the plate.

“Don’t mention it!” Wooyoung smiles again, waving his hands as if to brush off your gratitude. “If you remember, I work in the kitchens, so it’s really no big deal.”

Right, Wooyoung is in charge of food. Not being able to resist anymore, you grab a bread roll and start eating. Wooyoung continues to watch you through the door, scooting backwards to rest his back onto the door opposite yours. 

You make it through a few sides before your mind starts to think rationally again. “Say, Wooyoung,” you set the tray to your left, moving it away from you. “Does Hongjoong know you’re here?”

Wooyoung giggles. “Well, he was the one that asked me to feed you… so yes.”

You nod, scrunching your face up. “So there’s no chance you’d open the door for me then, huh?”

“Sorry, no.” 

Continuing to nod, you turn your attention back to your food. At least you tried. Damnit, Wooyoung is a good cook. 

You finish eating in silence, Wooyoung sitting across from you the whole time. Shortly thereafter, he leaves, letting you know that he’ll be back with dinner later. 

Before he can get too far, you call out to him, “Wait, wait, Wooyoung,” you hear his footsteps stop and then backtrack to your door. He opens the slot in the door once more, peering in at you in question.

“How can I use the restroom?” 

Wooyoung cranes his neck down the hallway, seemingly looking for something. “I can send Seonghwa up if you need to.” He turns back toward you, looking concerned.

“Why- why Seonghwa?” You’re not too eager on the thought of seeing him again. Especially not on the thought of him chaperoning you to the bathroom. 

“He’s the only one allowed to open the door- well, besides Hongjoong, of course. Would you rather I got him?” Wooyoung continues to stare at you with genuine concern.

Wow, that’s somehow even worse. “No, I’m good for now. Thanks, though.” You give Wooyoung a tight smile, appreciating that he seems like he really wants to help you. His concerned look breaks to return a smile.

With that, he really does leave, and you listen to his steps become inaudible as he walks away.

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

Waiting for the dinner bell is almost torture. Seriously, when was the last time you had to entertain yourself with absolutely nothing for almost five hours? Your only option for enrichment is the book sitting on the desk, and you’re loath to read it. Instead, you switch off between pacing around and reclining on the bed. Is this how zoo animals feel?

Sure enough, however, the dinner bell eventually rings out through the building, and you know that Wooyoung will be back soon. If you’ve made it this long, surely you can wait a few more minutes… 

But, damn, do those minutes sure drag on. You try to picture what must be going on in the cafeteria below you. Is Hongjoong giving some weird speech? Is he talking about you? Fuck, seriously, does Mingi know that you’re still here? You’ve been trying to not think about Mingi for the time being, but the thought of him sitting at a cafeteria table, eyes glued to Hongjoong, gripping onto his every word… 

You shudder. Yesterday’s dinner was creepy enough, you can’t even imagine how weird things will get once Hongjoong isn’t actively trying to not scare you away. Clearly, he’s given up on that notion now, but you still wonder. Will he keep up a bit of a front? Or let the curtain fall entirely, all at once? 

You’re guessing the former. Hongjoong will probably try to lure you in slowly, feeding you somewhat rational ideas before the all-out crazy ones. That’s his vibe. You’re guessing he knows that if he were to just throw people into the deep end, he wouldn’t have much success. 

Another knock comes at your door, but this time you’re ready. Time flies when you’re thinking of Hongjoong, apparently. You get off the bed and take the few steps to the door, squatting down before sitting. You cross your legs as the slot opens up again, and you can spot Wooyoung’s familiar face once more.

“Hi!” He greets you, making himself comfortable on the opposite side of your door. 

You smile, mostly out of the relief. He had come back like he said he would. Not that you really doubted him, but, hey, this isn’t exactly a place where you would imagine many promises are kept. “Hello,” you welcome him back. 

“As promised,” Wooyoung says, turning to look to his left side and reaching to grab something, “I brought dinner.” He holds a tray up in front of him. Again, it’s overflowing with different types of food. He starts sliding it through the slot, and you graciously accept it. 

“Thank you,” you smile at him once the tray is entirely on your side.

He shakes his head again like he had earlier when you thanked him. “Don’t mention it! Can I get you anything else?” He asks, returning your smile. 

You glance down at the tray. There's way too much food for one person to reasonably consume, so you shake your head. Looking back up at him, he’s still smiling. “You missed a good service.”

You pause, your smile faltering. Did something happen? Something bad? Wooyoung quickly notices your confusion. “Did you start reading The Answer? Services probably won’t make much sense until you’ve read it. I’m pretty sure they put one in here for you…?” He asks, trailing off. “If not, I can get you one!” 

You quickly shake your head. “No, I have one… but I haven’t started reading it yet.” You’re honest with Wooyoung. You can’t imagine that he would blame you. 

He nods, but his smile fades. “You really should read it, you might not be chosen otherwise.” 

… More codewords. “Chosen?” You ask, hoping that you’ll actually get an explanation for once. Why can’t these people just use normal language? It may not be as fun and mysterious, but it would sure help you out.

“During your ceremony,” He starts, gazing in at you, “you might not be chosen to stay with us if you disrespect God by ignoring His Answer.” 

Oh. So that might be even more cryptic. Your ceremony? Ceremony for what? What’s supposed to happen at this ceremony? Chosen? Chosen by God? Stay with them? As in, if you aren’t chosen, you get to leave? About a million questions flash through your mind as you process what Wooyoung just told you. Things in this place just keep getting weirder. 

Even though you’re sure you look sufficiently confused, you nod to Wooyoung like you comprehended a word he just said. “Ah, okay,” is all you can think to say, staring down at your food again. 

And, with that, Wooyoung and you lapse into a slightly uncomfortable silence. It’s definitely not a comfortable one, but it isn’t so bad. As he had earlier, he scooches against the opposite door and watches you eat through the slot. 

Once you’ve had your fill, you let him know and hand the tray back to him. He takes it, smiling and bidding you a goodnight. You do the same, before standing and resuming your previous boredom. 

You turn your head toward the desk, glaring at the askew book. Despite what Wooyoung said, you’re not going to read it. Anything you learn about this place will be against your will.

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

After watching the sun set outside of your window, you decide that sleeping would be better than this mind-numbing boredom. You’re starting to need to use the bathroom, but you’re going to hold off on that for literally as long as humanly possible. The thought of having to have Seonghwa or Hongjoong escort you to the bathroom is the last thing you want. 

You change into your pajamas from last night, seeing as you had only packed one pair. Throwing the blankets back, you crawl into bed and pull them over you. 

Despite having all day alone to think, your mind is still too preoccupied for you to really relax. You’re literally being held hostage by a religious cult. Why do these things happen to you? Why did your best friend have to join a cult? Why couldn’t he have just decided he hated his life, changed his name, and moved away to Europe or something? 

How had Mingi even heard of this place? Who recruited him? How did he end up here, looking up to Hongjoong like he saved his life? You want to give Mingi the benefit of the doubt, but seriously. How did he let this happen? Mingi had never been the most serious or sophisticated person, but you still think that he would never have been stupid enough to fall for a cult’s bullshit. He might be a little naive, but not this naive, right? Is Mingi really the type of person to be manipulated so easily? 

You don’t think so. Not your Mingi, at least. The Mingi you knew was always inquisitive in class, always questioning why things were the way that they were. He found deeper meanings in everything, in everyone. You have to believe that it would have been extremely difficult to feed Mingi such obvious lies and propaganda and have him simply believe them. Something had to have happened. But wouldn’t he have told you? Well… maybe not. Considering his disappearance. Still, you think that if Mingi had a traumatic experience, it would’ve come out somehow. But there was nothing when he left, and there’s nothing now. He’s just… different. Inexplicably, Mingi fell into the clutches of some psychopath. 

You can’t take not having the answers. You make a mental note to make sure you have a serious conversation with Mingi as soon as possible, not that you imagine that will be anytime soon. Again, you wonder if Mingi knows that you’re still here. Is he upset? Does he miss you? Is he alone right now, like you are? 

Your heart aches. You can’t truly blame any of this on Mingi. You cringe as you remember your outburst from this morning. Why had you yelled? Why had you blamed him? It’s not even his own fault that he’s here. It’s Hongjoong’s. 

You don’t know how he did it, but he stole Mingi out of your life. Hongjoong convinced him of his lies. He tore your best friend away from you and fundamentally changed him as a person. That rat bastard is lucky you don’t have a weapon. 

You’re sure you could probably take him with your bare hands, he’s pretty scrawny looking. Seonghwa would be the issue, him and his ability to throw you across rooms and whatnot. Wait, why hadn’t you thought of this before? Surely if you attacked one of them, that would count as self defense. They’ve locked you up against your will and also threatened your life. 

But you roll your eyes to yourself. There’s no way you could kill someone. You probably couldn’t even attack someone either. At least not at your current level of desperation. Maybe if you’re physically threatened…

You shake your head, ridding yourself of the thought. You shouldn’t plan on harming anyone, even if they are maniacs. That honestly makes the idea even more dangerous. You doubt Seonghwa would hesitate to end you if you threatened Hongjoong, despite his wishes to keep you alive. The best way to stay safe right now is to wait it out until someone realizes that you’re missing. 

Suddenly, there’s another knock on the door. You quickly sit up, shrinking back in the bed. Who the hell is here to bother you at night?

You’re quickly answered as the slot in the bottom opens, “(Y/n), it’s Yunho. Are you awake?” He whisper-yells into your room. 

Quickly ridding the blankets off of yourself and getting out of bed, you move to sit in front of the door for the third time today. Peeking through the slot, you’re greeted by a big smile. 

“Good!” He exclaims, his voice returning to normal volume. “I just wanted to let you know that we’re all so happy you decided to stay.” He beams through the slot, looking as innocent as ever.

Huh, is that what Hongjoong is telling people? That you decided to stay? Funny. Real funny. “Yunho,” you begin, not able to hold back your response, “does it really look like I want to be here? I’m locked in this room.” You blink at him, waiting for his response.

He just laughs. “Well, you did disrespect Hongjoong’s wishes and try to leave.” He shrugs at you, tilting his head to the side. “But you’ll be out soon! Almost all of us start in one of these locked rooms!” He lets out another giggle with the last statement.

“How reassuring.” Sarcasm drips from your response. 

Yunho doesn’t seem to catch on to it. “Right! Hongjoong says your future with us is bright!” 

Uh-huh. Totally. “Great.” You say in perhaps the plainest voice you can muster. You don’t want to sound interested or encourage Yunho any further. 

“Well, anyways,” he keeps smiling at you despite your response, “Seonghwa is here for you.”

“Wha-” you’ve barely gotten a sound out when the lock on the door starts jingling, and Seonghwa’s legs appear at Yunho’s side. The door quickly opens, smacking you in the process. The doorknob hits you square in the forehead, sending you sprawling onto the floor. 

Seonghwa shoves the door open, despite it hitting your lower half and resisting. He towers over you, the judgement evident in his face. 

“Ouch!” You yell up at him in frustration, bringing a hand up to your forehead despite the pain receding quickly. What a dick ass move. 

He simply keeps staring down at you, watching as you prop yourself back into a seated position. “How pathetic,” he gives you a pitiful smile that quickly changes to one of amusement. “Get up.” 

You’re still too shocked by his sudden appearance to even wonder why he’s here. You’re apparently too slow to respond to his command as well, as he soon reaches down for you. “I said get up.” He wraps a hand around your upper arm, heaving you off of the floor until you’re standing. 

He gives you a once over, smirking at your pajamas. “How cute.” He mutters, his other hand comes up to grab the hemline of your shirt, toying with it for a moment. His fingertips graze the skin of your stomach, their coolness sending a shock down your spine. He stares down at his hand, watching his fingers slide the fabric around. 

Seonghwa’s hand is quickly gone, however, and his face loses all traces of an expression. He not-so-gently pulls you to the door, yanking you behind him. You stumble around Yunho, who has stood up and is now leaning against your door frame. 

“Hold on,” you wriggle in Seonghwa’s grasp, trying to slow his stride down the hallway. “Where are we going?” 

He doesn’t stop despite your efforts. “Do I need to carry you again?” His voice is stern as you continue to dig your heels into the floor. 

“Where are we going?” You ask again, not responding to his question. 

Seonghwa finally stops, turning his head toward you. “Will you walk like a big girl if I tell you?” He fake pouts at you, speaking to you like you’re a child. 

“That’s hard to answer at this point,” you tell him honestly. If he tells you he’s taking you to be fed through a woodchipper, you’ll probably continue to resist. 

Seonghwa rolls his eyes at you. In one motion, he releases your arm and wraps his arm around to your other side as he bends to bunch your knees in his other arm. Before you know it, he’s picked you up and is carrying you down the hallway again. At least this time he didn’t throw you over his shoulder. 

You sigh. “Where are we going?” You ask again, glaring at the side of Seonghwa’s head.

“To Hongjoong.” 

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[heeberry]

Let It Out

(Loona) Kim Jungeun x Female!Reader

Requested: yes!

Berry: Hiii can you write a Kim Lip x female reader where Lip gets jealous of reader (her friend) getting closer to Jinsoul and Chuu notices so she locks her and reader in a room together until Kim Lip confesses? Please and thank you !

A/n: I proof read this so many times, I hope it isn’t messy </3

Jinsoul patted the side of your cheek as your head subconsciously laid on her shoulder comfortably. “Tired already?” She asked, making you nod. She giggled, “you just got here y/n”

Jungeun watched your interactions with her best friend. A part of her wanted to pull you away from jealously but you two are only friends, it’d make no sense for her to do so.

Instead, she sinked further into the couch, feeling sulky that she couldn’t do anything but watch the two of you.

It’s been months yet Jungeun never stirred up the courage to confess her love for you. She’s been watching as you got closer to Jinsoul day by day, afraid that you caught feelings for the latter instead. Jungeun was afraid of rejection so she never thought of her confession, burying the idea in the back of her head.

Jinsoul’s arm secured your shoulder whilst watching the movie you had put on. It almost made Jungeun crumble, at this point she wanted to cry out an “I like you” right in front of you and Jinsoul’s faces.

Jungeun knew Jinsoul was affectionate, and you were just the same. Putting two and two together, Jungeun quite literally assumed you both fallen for each other.

She frowned at the assumption, finding ways to excuse it. “It’s just platonic, not every ounce of affection has to be romantic” she thought, “but it could be”

“Quit mumbling” Jiwoo whispered in her ear, making the latter jump in shock. Jiwoo giggled, jumping onto the couch, “now what is going on with you?”

“Was it necessary to scare me like that” Jungeun hissed, clenching her chest due to her heart breathing rapidly.

“Yes, now what is going on with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh Kim Jungeun don’t play it off, you were continuessly mumbling while looking at y/n and Jinsoul” Jiwoo said, smiling teasingly, “Are you jealous?”

Jungeun pushed Jiwoo away, “don���t jump into conclusions”

“Well you did jump into the conclusion that Jinsoul and y/n were together, which may I add, they aren’t”

“You heard that?”

“Of course I did, you aren’t a quiet person”

“Neither are you” Jungeun retorted, sighing when she saw you getting up to go toward the kitchen, you quickly glanced at Jungeun and Jiwoo, randomly waving excitingly.

Jungeun hesitantly waves back, her heart beating out of her chest from just a simple gesture. Jiwoo noticed a light tint of red spread across her friend’s cheek, “you’re blushing!”

“Keep it down!” Jungeun swatted Jiwoo away, “don’t yell that out”

The latter just giggled, “you should confess already, it’s not that hard to tell someone you love them”

“That’s what you think” Jungeun ran her fingers through her hair in annoyance, “it’s hard though, like where do I even start?”

“I think I just need a push, maybe it’ll naturally come out that way?” she questioned, facing Jiwoo. Jungeun leaned her head on the couch, watching Jiwoo’s face light up.

She squinted her eyes, “what are you thinking of?” She asked, Jiwoo’s face looking a tad bit suspicious. It made her anxious to know, knowing Jiwoo’s ideas are usually the unexpected.

You came back with a few sandwiches on your plate, passing them around. Once you were done you decided to sit next to Jungeun, seeing Jinsoul occupied with Hyunjin.

Her body tensed when you leaned onto her, “so what are the two of you talking about?” You asked, fiddling with her fingers.

Jiwoo shrugged, “nothing much, just nonsense”

You laughed and nodded, turning back to watch the never ending movie still displayed on the screen. Jungeun turned to Jiwoo in panick, but the latter was nowhere to be found.

She mentally cursed in her head, “she’s definitely up to no good” she thought. Jungeun glanced at you, admiring the different expressions you displayed as each scene was played. You went from surprised to happy, then happy to sad. Jungeun smiled to herself, finding how cute you were.

Her eyes quickly torn off you once she heard foot steps approach the both of you from behind. “Can you guys help me with something?” Jiwoo asked, her smile growing more when you immediately agreed.

“Jungeun aren’t you coming?” You asked before going with Jiwoo. Your heart dropping when she shook her head, “you two go on without me, I have to do something else”

Jiwoo held onto Jungeun’s arm, “come on Jungeun! I seriously need help”

“With what?” She responded suspiciously. Jungeun felt on edge, not letting her suspicion on Jiwoo pass.

“We’ll find out when we get to her room now come on!” You but in, pulling Jungeun up.

Jiwoo hid her smile when Jungeun let you drag her into the room. Once the two of you came in Jiwoo pointed at her bunk bed, “do you see that?”

“See what?” Jungeun asked, walking toward the bunk bed. That’s when Jiwoo quickly sprinted away, closing the door and holding onto it tightly.

“Jiwoo!” Jungeun screamed when she heard the door shut, “Iet us out!”

You ran up to the door and tried opening it, “Hey Jiwoo!” You called out.

“I’m not opening it until Jungeun tells you what’s been on her mind!” The two of you heard Jiwoo scream back. It made Jungeun want to dig in a hole and hide forever, why would Jiwoo do this to her?

She suddenly felt cornered, afraid that she’ll mess up her whole confession. “Jiwoo please can you not do this?” Jungeun asked, using all her strength to bust the door open.

She eventually gave up, walking backward in disbelief, “how are you this strong!?”

You sat on the bed, fiddling with your own fingers. “So what is it that you wanted to say?” You trailed off, feeling the atmosphere grow heavier with every word spoken.

The silence felt more awkward than comforting, you wished you could run away at the moment, the awkwardness was killing you.

Jungeun sighed, “it’s nothing honestly” she face palmed, regretting that she told Jiwoo how she had felt earlier.

“Well it must be something that Jiwoo had to lock us in here” You lightly giggled, in hopes of lifting the atmosphere.

She shook her head in denial, “Jiwoo’s just being an idiot trust me”

“Hey!” Jiwoo yelled out the door, making the two of you look and laugh.

Jungeun sat next to you, a sigh escaping her lips before she talked. “If I tell you, promise it won’t end our friendship or make it wonky?”

You gave her a reassuring smile, “of course Jungeun! I’m sure it isn’t bad, whatever it is I will never do such a thing!”

She felt slightly relieved at your words, but something still told her to stay shut. You watch Jungeun freeze up, the concern in your eyes only growing.

“Hey” you called, holding both of Jungeun’s hands, “I promise nothing will happen, don’t be afraid to tell me anything.”

You rubbed both of her hands with your thumb, sending her a reassuring smile that made her heart want to explode.

“Y/n we’ve been friends for awhile” Jungeun started, making you nod, smiling at how your slight convincing worked.

You still onto her hands as she talked, telling you how she felt the day she met you up until now. “When I first met you I felt so happy. You were so energetic and fun, you always lifted up my spirits just by your presence near me” Jungeun smiled, “and it always stayed the same”

Your heart began beating in anticipation, often feeling touched by her words. It felt like a warm hug, her constantly telling you such sweet things that made you flustered.

“Y/n I” Jungeun hesitated, gulping due to how nervous she was. You were okay with it, letting her take her own time with her words, you didn’t want to pressure her or anything.

She held her breath, “y/nIlikeyou” she blurred out before exhaling. You tilted your head in confusion, you did hear her words but you wanted to make sure what you heard was right, “what did you say?”

“I like you” she said it slow, so you were able to process her words. Jungeun sat there impatiently, watching your eyes widen in shock. “There it is Jungeun, here comes rejection” she thought. She was ready for the heart break, Jungeun was mentally preparing herself to be rejected until you finally responded.

“I like you too”

“WOOO” Jiwoo busted the door open in excitement, jumping onto the two of you, “I knew you had in you Jungeun! See? It wasn’t that hard! I gave you the push you wanted”

“There was no need to be jealous at Jinsoul! I was gonna tell you y/n liked you for awhile too but I didn’t wanna ruin it.”

You chuckled at Jiwoo, watching Jungeun’s face flush in embarrassment.

“I’ll leave you two alone for a little more” Jiwoo winked, “sorry for coming in by the way, I got too excited”

Jungeun sat back up, staring at the floor, her heart bursting in happiness. She held back a smile, “how long have you liked me?”

“For awhile actually, I’ve always wanted to tell you but I was afraid you wouldn’t reciprocate the same feelings.”

“I never even thought you’d like me because of how much you’ve hung out with Jinsoul lately” Jungeun simply replied.

You laughed, suddenly remembering what Jiwoo had said earlier. Getting off the bed, you stood in front of Jungeun and lifted her head. You smiled at her, “so you were jealous of Jinsoul?”

You laughed when Jungeun shook her head in denial, “no I wasn’t! Jiwoo was just putting words in my mouth.” You couldn’t contain the smile that spread across your face, leaning in to kiss her.

Jungeun was taken aback, her hands landing on your waist to pull you impossibly closer.

Everything felt great, Jungeun couldn’t help but to feel grateful toward Jiwoo, reminding herself to pay her back.

You pulled away, feeling euphoric by just looking at the girl you absolutely loved.

Jungeun still held onto you, “Y/n would you be be my gi-”

“Yes”

“But I didn’t finish my sent-”

“Whatever it is, it’s still a yes.”

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[writerpeach]

Hot & Cold

LOOΠΔ Kim Lip x Male Reader

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The stars shined bright as you wandered through the downtown streets aimlessly, taking in the cool crisp air of the nighttime sky. Music filled the streets and your ears as you passed through a variety of stores, each one with its best wares on display to tempt you.

You were searching for a gift for Choi Yerim’s upcoming birthday, clueless on where to even start looking for ideas. It had been several weeks since you had been introduced to her, and while you knew a little about what her likes and dislikes were, buying the perfect gift that would make her special day seemed a daunting challenge.

The three of you were inseparable lately, spending most of your time outside of work at your favorite lunar themed cafe and the cutest barista that worked there who always threw in free drinks. Lately though, Hyejoo had spent more time than usual preoccupied with her new job until the late hours of the night, leaving you without her help and on your own for your quest.

There were the obvious choices of flowers and candy, and while you had to start somewhere those were boring choices. You wanted your gift to be special and worthy of the girl who you had spent so much time with lately, a girl who brought nothing but happiness and positivity into your life.

Walking past dozens of places, you waited for a store to catch your attention as most failed to offer anything substantial. One in particular caught your eye. Maybe it was the mannequins in the window wearing cute dresses that you easily pictured Yerim wearing, but this place spoke to you.

There wasn’t anything special or out of the ordinary as you walked in, a small looking boutique with high ceilings and bright lights, shelves filled with meticulously folded shirts and pants in diverse sets of colors, while plentiful dresses and accessories lined the walls.

You carefully looked around, not wanting to knock anything out of place as you browsed, unsure where to even begin. There didn’t seem to be anyone else in the store, which wasn’t surprising given it was rather late in the evening, approaching nearer to closing time than you expected.

“Oh, hello, sir! Welcome to Lippington’s Exquisite Clothing,” you heard a soft husky voice call out in the distance, breaking the silence as you craned your head to see a slim blonde heading in your direction.

The clack of high heels on the wooden floor grew louder with each step as she approached, her hips swaying as she sauntered through the clothing store to close the distance, forming a small smile on her lips.

When the blonde woman stepped into frame you were met with her beauty at point-blank range. It was fairly unmistakable that her golden locks weren’t natural, not that it made her any less beautiful, not a hair out of place and there must have been a lot of effort put into maintaining such a wondrous shade. You didn’t know a thing about fashion, but the black sequin dress she had on sparkled in the light, doing her small body wonders and fitting perfectly.

It seemed a little risque for a place of employment, showing off bare shoulders and barely covering up her upper chest, but you weren’t one to judge, especially when she pulled it off flawlessly. It wasn’t too tight nor was it or too short, leaving part of her body to the imagination and above else it looked expensive. You’re pretty sure it wasn’t something that could have been picked up off one of the many racks.

Her fingernails were painted dark black, something you always loved on a woman as the color matched her dress, topping it all off with a light shade of red lipstick that made her small lips pop out.

You had to snap out of your haze as you caught yourself staring, frantically darting your eyes around the store in an attempt to not appear rude.

“My name is Jungeun, can I help you find anything?”

“Ah, actually, yes. I’m looking for a present for a woman. She’s young, about your age.”

“Of course, I’d be happy to help. Is she your girlfriend?”

“Uh, not exactly. She’s a good friend of mine,” you said, stumbling over your words as true as they were. You still hadn’t formed any type of relationship with Yerim, and hearing those words out loud brought out several feelings.

The beautiful woman sensed your hesitation in answering her simple question but was eagerly happy to help anyways.

“We have several sections for women to choose from. Is there a style that you think she would be interested in?”

You found yourself caught unprepared by all her questions, even though they were just to help out. Now, whereas Hyejoo was often a sweatpants and t-shirt type of girl, Yerim loved to put in effort into her outfits, even if it was a simple trip to a convenience store.

“She wears dresses a lot. Mostly cute ones.”

“I see. Let me show you some dresses that I can help you pick out that you think she would like.”

The woman led the way as you followed, trying not to focus your attention on her backside as much as you would have liked, stopping at the front of the store in a section with several racks of dresses surrounding a giant mirror.

“Do you know what size your...friend is?” she asked, and you’re pretty sure she was teasing you. You definitely didn’t know Yerim’s size. Hell, you didn’t even know how dress sizes worked.

“No, I don’t,” you said, having a brief moment of panic. You could have asked Hyejoo, but calling her at work was an option if you could have gotten ahold of her.

“I could show you a picture of her, would that help?”

“It’s a start,” she coldly said. You grabbed your phone and looked through several pictures trying to find a suitable one that showed her body off the best, making sure to not accidentally click on the folder of private pictures Yerim had sent for your eyes only.

You came across one of your favorite pictures of Yerim, wearing a cute white flowery dress standing in front of the mirror, looking adorable as usual. You handed Jungeun your phone who stared at it intently for several moments as if she had just seen a ghost.

“Yerim…” she muttered under her breath.

“Oh, do you know her?”

“Yes,” she simply stated, handing you back her phone. “We met at Girl Front Academy and studied together for three years until we went our separate ways. I haven’t talked to her since then, but it seems she’s still sickeningly cute,” Jungeun said, and you couldn’t tell if her reaction was of annoyance or not.

“Her body isn’t too far from mine, but she’s much curvier than I am. She always had better thighs than me,” she said, and this time you could definitely tell she was annoyed as if she were lacking in the body department.

“I’ll show you a few things that should fit her.”

The smile faded from her lips as she went through several clothing racks, picking out a dress from each one that stood out in a completely different look.

“Some of these may not be her style. This one is a little frilly, and this one is maybe a little too revealing,” Jungeun said, letting you see them all. They all had their appeal, and while you could have just gone overboard and bought them all, you didn’t want to seem desperate. You needed to find the perfect dress and had confidence that this woman would help you do just that.

“I like these two,” you said, choosing one that was casual and one that was formal. Jungeun was right, one was too skimpy, too gaudy, and one was too...you couldn’t find the words but there were much better choices. They all looked nice, but the dresses left behind didn't really didn’t match Yerim’s style.

“Both excellent choices,” Jungeun said, holding them up side by side. To her left was a simple purple cocktail dress with a wide neckline and thin straps, which seemed to be about knee-length, ruffled and slightly see-thru at the base. You selfishly wanted it to be much shorter, knowing her luscious thighs being covered up was a crime but remembered this was a gift for her and not you.

The other dress Jungeun held was colorful to say the least. Lace with black at the top, dark red at the end and woven colorful fabric in the middle, equipped with a multitude of gemstones. The dress was much longer than the previous one, given Yerim’s height it would practically be touching the floor, but also had a more elegant touch to it.

To say you had trouble deciding between the two would be an understatement. Given your ignorance, you would have picked the dress on your left based on color alone.

It was a good thing you had someone who seemed to be rather informed on the subject of clothing given that it was her job as she sensed your indecisiveness as your eyes wandered back and forth.

“This one would be good for any occasion, it's thin and comfortable without being too skimpy,” Jungeun said as she held it up higher than the other.

“Now, this one is better suited to dinner parties, weddings, ceremonies, that type of thing. It’ll flatter her body more but she’ll look out of place at a cafe obviously.”

“You have a knack for this, Jungeun.”

“Ah, well, thank you,” she shyly said. “You don’t own your own store for several years without knowing a little something about fashion.”

“You own this place?”

“I do. This’ll be the third year running this place. It’s been a little dead lately, but it’ll kick back up when spring comes.”

Jungeun let out another small smile, and you’re pretty sure her arms were getting tired from holding both dresses up.

“They’re both really nice dresses, but if you still can’t decide I could help out and try them on. I may not have the body that Yerim does, but it’ll look better on me than on a mannequin.”

“You’d do that? That seems like a lot of trouble, you really don’t have to, I’m sure you have plenty of other things to do.”

“It’s not that much trouble, there’s not much else to do as you can see. Might just close up early tonight if nobody else shows up.”

“Thank you, that would be appreciated.”

“It’s no problem. I’ll be back in a bit,” she said, heading towards the fitting room in the corner, taking both dresses with her. You waited just outside the door, taking a seat on the bench not unlike the same way you had for both Hyejoo and Yerim the dozens of times you were dragged away shopping with them.

She didn’t take that long to change into the first dress, walking out of the dressing room looking ready to take the runaway.

“What do you think?” she asked, as she spun around, letting you see every aspect of her in the casual dress.

“It’ll hug her body better, but it fits me nicely. It’ll look nicer with heels of course,” she said, taking note of the fact that she was barefoot. She did look rather nice in it, the dark color offset the brightness of her blonde hair, giving a glimpse at her luscious long legs as she modeled it for you.

“I like it.”

“Don’t choose until you see the other one. I’ll be right back.”

You gave a gentle nod as she disappeared back into the dressing room, and you eagerly waited for her return wanting to see a more close up look of the other dress. You had all but chosen this dress already, the formal dress had its work cut out for it and had some stiff competition.

More time passed than was expected while you waited for her to try on the other dress, not that you felt the need to complain. Maybe she was doing something different with the second dress that required more time as you sat there patiently, wasting time on your phone.

“Hey, uh. I could use some help,” you heard her call through the dressing room stall. You got out of your seat and headed over to her direction to check it out.

“What do you need?” you asked through the other side of the door.

The woman took a second of hesitation to respond. “I think the zipper’s stuck. It won’t budge. It’s unlocked, you can come in. I won’t bite.”

You’re not sure why she added that last part, but you opened the door and stepped inside to see her back to you, the zipper caught at the top of the dress. You grabbed it carefully and inspected it, pulling it down several times to no avail as it refused to work with you, unable to move like when you woke up in the mornings. Nothing worked, and you didn’t want to be too forceful with it.

“It’s not moving.”

Jungeun sighed loudly. “I should have designed this one better.”

“You designed this dress?”

“Yes, most of the clothing in this store is my own design. Anything that’s not is from other designers I know or collaborations.”

“That’s impressive.”

“It’s nothing really, I’ve been doing this my whole life,” she said nonchalantly. “Now, if it’s not going to unstuck itself you’re just going to rip it open.”

“You want me to rip it? There has to be something here we can fix it with.”

“It’ll take too long. Just be suck it up and rip it, I can fix it later.”

“If you insist,” you said, holding on to both sides of the dress you tugged hard on it, tearing the zipper down the middle as the sounds of fabric being torn filled the room as the dress became collateral damage.

“Impressive,” Jungeun said as your attention was on the now ruined dress, the zipper all the way down and dangling off to expose her back.

“Thanks, now let’s hope this other dress doesn’t give us the same type of trouble.”

“I’ll step out,” you said, heading towards the door when Jungeun’s eyes stopped you.

”What, have you’ve never seen a woman undress before?”

“Of course I have, but-”

“But what? It’s not a big deal, but if you’d prefer to wait outside, be my guest. I won’t be long.”

Well, you couldn’t let this opportunity pass you by now.

“I’ll stay then.”

“Good. Enjoy the show.”

With your back flat against the wall Jungeun began undressing, pulling the purple thin straps down her shoulders and hesitating, teasing you for a moment as your eyes met. Taking her time, she slipped her arms out of the purple cocktail dress and slowly peeling it down her body just past her waist, exposing her tight toned midriff.

Jungeun never kept her eyes off you, inching the rest of the dress off her body and wiggling her hips until gravity did the rest. The discarded garment draped around her ankles, leaving her in an alluring pair of simple white underwear, sheer in enough places that still let your imagination run wild. It was quite an unexpected sight.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, trying your best to keep your mouth closed as you let out an audible deep exhale at such a gorgeous woman. Her complexion was beautiful, her skin fair and immaculate and you desperately wanted to reach out and touch her body.

“Judging by the way you can’t stop drooling over me, I’m going to guess you like what you see?”

If seeing her tight body on display wasn’t enough, she had positioned herself (perhaps even strategically so), in front of the mirror, giving you the perfect view of the white thong nestled in between her firm buttcheeks.

“Your turn,” Jungeun said, snapping you out of your trance as she placed her hands on her hips.

“What?”

“It’s not very fair for me to be the only one who’s undressed is it? Come on, I wanna see what you’re packing,” she said, her lips curling into a smirk as she crossed her arms.

Things had certainly escalated. When you walked into this store you hadn’t expected to be seeing the owner in her bra and panties, and you certainly didn’t expect you were about to match her level of nudity.

If you needed any further encouragement, her round dark eyes let you know that she wasn’t joking, and when a woman in her underwear tells you to do something you didn’t dare disappoint.

Taking a deep breath you began unbuttoning your shirt, removing each button until you had stripped it off and tossed it on the ground. Jungeun eyed your bare chest like you were a piece of meat, not unlike the way you had gawked over her earlier.

“Keep going,” she urged, and bit her lip deeply, showing her approval as you unbuckled your belt and unzipped your pants, not wasting time in yanking them off and kicked them away. It was difficult to process. There you were, standing across from a beautiful woman that owned the clothing store you had spontaneously picked, obviously ogling your mostly naked body while you were doing the same in return.

The whole series of events had gotten you so aroused that you hadn’t realized that your shaft had become full mast, sporting an unavoidable bulge through your boxers.

“Do you usually get this hard just by seeing a woman in her underwear?” she teased, as you looked down in embarrassment as your package dying to poke through, your cheeks instantly reddening.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, it’s perfectly natural,” Jungeun said as she approached your side of the small changing room, closing the distance and cupped your crotch, causing your body to tense up.

“I’d be a little disappointed if you weren’t getting excited,” she said, continuing to squeeze your crotch through your boxers.

"How would you like it if I took everything off?" Jungeun asked, using her free hand to run her hands through her golden locks, ruffling her perfectly styled hair seductively.

“I’m not that easy, you’ll have to at least buy me a drink to get my panties off. But I’ll give you a little something to hold you over,” she said as she slowly dropped to her knees on the stack of clothes that had piled up in the middle of the floor.

Jungeun wanted one thing as she grabbed your boxers and swiftly yanked them down to your ankles, your hard cock throbbing as it was released from its frustrating restraints. Her eyes lit up in excitement as she grabbed your cock and squeezed it with a gentle pressure, delivering slow pleasurable strokes as her thumb rubbed your sensitive swollen tip, making you leak over her slim fingers.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had some good cock. Too long,” Jungeun said as she flattened her tongue against the base of your shaft, slowly drawing upward and taking her time. You let out a soft moan as her pink tongue reached your swollen cockhead, swirling around and planting a wet kiss on your tip that made you shiver in delight.

“You’re so fucking hard,” she said as her wet tongue explored every inch, lapping up every drop that escaped from your leaking slit. Her lips pressed deeply against your throbbing shaft, moving from base to tip and not letting a spot go without a wet kiss that sent tingles up your spine.

“You did this to me,” you replied, and Jungeun answered not with words but with actions as her pouty lips parted with your shaft as it entered her warm mouth, her soft lips squeezing tight around your throbbing flesh as her cheeks hollowed.

“F-fuck, that’s good,” you moaned, leaning back into the dressing room’s wooden wall, as you watched Jungeun work your cock, bobbing her head up and down as her tongue followed, playing with your sensitive underside.

Jungeun’s mouth felt heavenly, her soft cherry lips wrapped tightly around your cock as she pleasured you, focusing on the first few inches of your flesh as she enveloped it with warm and wet sensations that overwhelmed you.

“That feels amazing, d-don’t stop,” you said, as the blonde woman who was practically still a stranger never ceased her oral assault on your cock. Her warm lips left a trail of warm saliva as you felt more of her throat, watching the deep lust in her eyes as she slowly sucked you off.

Shortly after you felt Jungeun’s mouth pushing deeper, her full lips sliding down your wet shaft with ease, distracting you and making you forget everything else. Jungeun wasn’t kidding as she seemed to be deprived of the taste of cock as she hungrily slurped on your shaft, voicing her satisfaction in giving you such a wonderful blowjob.

You couldn’t just stand there and watch the action unfold as you ran your fingers through Jungeun’s pretty blonde hair, guiding her movements as you placed a hand on the back of her head. She took the hint in stride, taking more of you down her throat as she gave your shaft deep satisfying strokes from base to tip, sticking her tongue out to please every inch of you she could.

“Jungeun…fuck,” you moaned, unable to control yourself any longer and grabbed a handful of hair, forming a tight fist around a makeshift ponytail as you used it to assist her into a faster rhythm that she didn’t seem to mind.

You kept Jungeun’s mouth busy, using her ponytail as your personal set of reins to force her mouth to the very end of your base repeatedly, using her mouth without mercy. She gave no sounds of discomfort, if anything she voiced the opposite as she slobbered all over your needy shaft, covering it with her messy drool as her throat was kept filled.

You kept this up for as long as you could, savoring Jungeun’s wet and hot mouth and occasionally gave glances towards the mirror to distract you with her delicious backside as the sounds of her slurping on your cock filled the room that caused you to moan even louder.

“F-fuck, Jungeun, I’m about to cum,” you said, releasing the tight grip you held on her hair as it fell back onto her beautiful shoulders.

“I wonder what you’ll taste like,” Jungeun said as she withdrew your cock from her wet mouth with a loud pop, using her tongue to frantically trace around your swollen tip, pushing you even more over the edge.

Jungeun could sense your climax wasn’t backing down as she took control of your cock, furiously stroking it as she opened her mouth and stuck her pink tongue out as she prepared to finish what she started.

You were almost there as your breathing shallowed, every long stroke from base to tip Jungeun gave your shaft made your balls tighten even more, her tongue flicking against your dripping slit to expedite your impending orgasm.

“J-Jungeun, I’m cumming!” you cried out as her grip tightened, her eyes laser-focused onto you as your throbbing cock shot cum directly onto her wet tongue and into the back of her mouth as she emptied you.

Multiple thick spurts of cum fired from your tip that caused you to moan with need, each feeling better than the last as a milky white pool collected on Jungeun's wet tongue as she worked your shaft, making sure to drain your balls thoroughly.

Jungeun made sure she squeezed out every drop as she kept her mouth open, making a show of swirling your fresh load, sloshing it around before she closed her mouth. You watched the beautiful sight of Jungeun's throat gulping as she swallowed it all.

“Not bad, I guess,” she said, displaying her now empty pink tongue and licked her lips, sucking the sensitive tip of your depleted shaft to make sure there were no more remnants left, forcing a reaction that made your entire body shake.

Jungeun stood back up and gave your cock a few final strokes, making sure she kept a tight grip with every twist that drove you crazy.

"Okay, get out,” she abruptly said, as you leaned back against the wall in exhaustion.

“W-what?” you replied, trying to catch your breath as you picked out which clothes were yours from the discarded pile.

“I have to close this place up, it’s late and there are a lot of things that have to get done. You can leave after you get dressed.”

“What about the dress? I still need to buy Yerim something.”

“You can pick it up tomorrow, I'll hold it for you. You wanted this one didn’t you?”

“Y-yes, it’ll look good on her.”

“No, it’ll look great on her. We close at ten, show up anytime before that.”

“Can I at least get your number?”

“Ugh, fine I guess,” she said as you dug your phone out of your pants that you hadn’t bothered to put back on.

“Hope you enjoyed that. I don’t do that often, I just felt bad,” she said as she keyed in her number into your phone.

“You felt bad? That must be why I can see that wet spot on the front of your panties, Jungeun,” you said, and she quickly broke eye contact, embarrassed by her obvious enjoyment.

“You can let yourself out.”

Jungeun grabbed her clothes and left without another word, giving you one last glance at her perfect rear as she left the dressing room. You got dressed in a rush, not wanting to stay any longer and excited the clothing store, still feeling the fatigue setting in.

✦✦

Work kept you at the office longer than you had planned to be, which always seemed to always be the case, something that couldn’t be helped. After finishing tedious paperwork and last minute preparations for the next day you didn’t step out of the building until roughly after nine p.m and headed straight towards Jungeun’s clothing store, not bothering to change your clothes.

You made your entrance as quiet as possible, which wasn’t that difficult given she was finishing ringing up a customer as patiently waited for their transaction to finish up, casually browsing the clothing selection in the meantime.

“Didn’t think you were going to show up,” you heard, the unmistakable husky voice of Jungeun as she approached your area of the store. Her outfit was a little less flashy today, wearing a tight white top that showed off the outline of her breasts and very short jean shorts that showed off her amazingly long legs.

“Had a lot of work to finish before I could come here.”

“I know that feeling,” she said as she grabbed the purple dress you had decided on from behind the register.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t the same dress from yesterday, that one has been repurposed. This size should fit her, but if it doesn’t feel free to return it.”

“I’m sure it’ll fit her just fine. You know what you’re doing,” you said.

“I’d like to think so. You can go ahead and swipe your card now.”

“It’s cheaper than the price tag was yesterday,” you said as you inserted your card back into your wallet, putting in your pin number and completing the transaction.

“I threw in a discount. Think of it as a present from me to Yerim,” she said, batting her eyelashes as her lips formed a sweet smile.

“Thank you, Jungeun. That was very generous of you.”

“It’s not what you think. I’m just doing this as a favor, I don’t like you or anything,” Jungeun said as she bagged your gift for Yerim and handed it to you.

“I’m sure she’ll love it. Have a good night, Jungeun.”

You took your next step but before you could even finish placing your foot down Jungeun grabbed your wrist, keeping you in place.

“Aren’t you going to buy me that drink?” she asked, gently squeezing your arm with her small hand as you looked down at her pretty fingernails.

You didn’t typically drink on a Thursday night, but you also didn’t typically get a blowjob in a dressing room from a beautiful woman. It’s not like you couldn’t use it either, work continued to pile up and you hadn’t even had a chance to depressurize from it all.

“Okay, I’d like to buy you a drink, Jungeun.”

“Good, because I could certainly use one. Maybe even two.”

“I know the perfect place.”

“I’ll need to finish up here, looks like nobody else is showing up so I can get started on closing. Send me the address, I’ll meet you there in an hour.”

✦✦

Just a little over an hour later you pulled up a chair in a familiar place, taking a seat at the counter in your favorite dive bar you had been to dozens of times - both yourself and with the company of Yerim and Hyejoo. Taking a look around there was both familiarity and a lack thereof to the place.

New paintings had been hung, the walls painted with a fresh coat paint that made the place pop, and the rickety wooden stools had been replaced with fancier black ones, adding a hint of sophistication to the joint. It still needed tons of work but it was a start.

“Hey stranger. Haven’t seen you in a while,” you heard a distinctive deep voice speak out, one that could only belong to your favorite bartender Heejin. Your eyes met as she flashed a beautiful smile as she wiped down the counter.

“Work has kept me away from this place,” you said, as Heejin’s lips formed a deep out on her features. It was difficult to see in the dim lights, but her hair had been dyed a lighter shade of brown, making her more beautiful than the last time you came here.

“You here alone? I’m used to seeing you with those two cute girls,” she said, putting up bottles of alcohol and restocking clear straws on the counter.

“I’m waiting for someone. Met her yesterday.”

“Ooh, how exciting. Tell me all about her,” Heejin said as she leaned forward, capturing your attention.

“I don’t know that much about her yet other than she’s a fashion designer. She owns her own clothing store downtown by the pier.”

“Wow, that’s impressive. I’m sure she’s lovely. Can I get you started on anything while you wait?”

“I’ll just take a beer for now.”

“Coming right up!”

No more than a few seconds later Heejin placed down an ice cold mug directly in front of you filled to the brim with just a touch of foam. You slipped a few dollars in her stuffed tip jar, earning an ear to ear grin as she excused herself.

Moments later the seat next to you became occupied, the familiar perfume wafting through your nostrils that could be one person, Jungeun.

“Sorry I’m late, I had some last minute customers I had to deal with,” she said, placing her large purse on the bar counter in front of her.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m glad you could make it,” you said, taking your first sip of beer and wiping the foam from your lips.

“This place is a bit of a dump, isn’t it?” Jungeun bluntly said, not mincing her words.

“I don’t come here for the atmosphere.”

“Why do you come here then?” she asked, as Heejin came back and bent over to grab something off of the lower shelf, her tight pants doing her body justice as she flashed a smile as she rose up.

“Oh I see why,” she said, letting out a loud chuckle as she covered her mouth with her hand.

“That’s not it,” you insisted. “I like the drinks here. It’s not as bad as it used to be.”

“Well, I’d hate to see how bad it looked before,” she said, rolling her eyes as she signaled Heejin over.

“Hi there! What can I get you?”

“A glass of red wine please.”

Heejin was nothing but diligent and before you could blink Jungeun was inspecting her half-filled glass of dark red wine, determined to find something wrong with it before indulging. For some reason she didn’t seem like a wine girl to you, but to be fair you didn’t know much about her other than she gave a spectacular blowjob.

“You’ve slept with her, haven’t you?” Jungeun said out of the blue, swirling her glass around before taking her first taste.

“What?” you said, nearly choking on your malty beverage.

“The cute girl with the brown hair. The way she looks at you makes me think she’s done more than serve you a drink,” Jungeun teased, crossing her legs.

You sighed loudly. “What are you a mind reader? Yes, I may have seen her naked on an occasion...or three.”

“No, it just seemed rather obvious. Who you sleep with isn’t my business though,” Jungeun said, and you swore there was a hint of jealousy in her tone as she swirled her drink in the dim light and watched the red liquid sloshing around.

Jungeun looked around, unsatisfied at what she saw. Clearly she was used to a higher stand of establishment. Her wine glass was already half-finished, she quickly threw her head back and poured the rest down her mouth, and you can’t say you ever saw someone drink wine like that.

“I’m tired of this place. Let’s get out of here.”

“We just got here-”

“And I know a better place we can go that doesn’t have bad music. ”

“Where exactly would that be?”

“My apartment,” Jungeun replied, flashing seductive bedroom eyes.

“If you were that eager we could have just skipped this part.”

“What, and miss out on a free drink? That’s the only reason I showed up.”

“Oh, and here I was thinking it was because you enjoyed my company.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I-It’s not like I wanted you to fuck me,” Jungeun said, making a show out of fixing her hair as she left her chair and grabbed her purse.

“I’ll meet you outside, thanks for the drink.”

Jungeun became harder to read with every minute you knew her. One minute she was batting her eyes and flirting with you and touching your shoulder, the next she barely seemed interested in you. It didn’t matter too much as you just had a personal invitation to her place and that was your golden ticket. You had barely touched your drink but that didn’t seem as important anymore as you paid your tab and left Heejin a generous tip as always.

“Guess someones getting lucky tonight,” Heejin teased as she waved goodbye, and you weren’t quick sure what you were getting yourself into.

A short ten minute taxi ride and you were following Jungeun up a set of stairs and waiting for her to unlock her apartment door.

“It’s not much, but it’s cozy,” she said as she bent down to remove her heels as you slipped your own shoes off and gently placed them carefully on the ground.

“I’ll give you a quick tour,” she said, gesturing for you to follow her as you took a quick look around. The living room was small but decorated with various paintings and a white leather couch big enough for multiple people, with small black throw pillows on either end. Underneath the glass coffee table was a huge blue rug and a pink makeup pouch left behind.

“Here’s the kitchen. I don’t cook much,” she said as her bare feet walked through black marble tile floors that looked spotless. It wasn’t the fanciest kitchen, but you would have loved to make a meal here sometime. In the center was a small kitchen island and a few stools, the counter wiped clean and a bowl of delicious looking fruit that you couldn’t tell was fake or not.

Jungeun led you past the kitchen as you looked at the various appliances she had gathered, a high-end blender caught your eye that rivaled those you had seen at cafes.

“Here's the bathroom,” she said, a huge assortment of various types of makeup lined the counter, once again perfectly clean as if she was expecting a visitor. Her shower was quite spacious, it was definitely the first time you’d seen one large enough to have two showerheads. The wall was patterned with black tile that contrasted nicely with the rest of the white bathroom.

“Last stop,” Jungeun said as she took several steps ahead of you, giving you the chance to take in her body as her hips swayed and you watched her long legs.

“And this is where you’ll be fucking me,” Jungeun bluntly said as she stopped at her bedroom.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Miss Jungeun.”

“And why’s that?” Jungeun asked as she took a step towards you, closing the distance as she placed her hands on your shoulder.

“Who says I’m going to fuck you here? You’ve got a nice kitchen, a living room…”

Jungeun leaned in and planted a deep kiss on your lips, the taste of her lingering as she pulled back and you could see the lust in her eyes.

“You’re convincing me.”

“Then let me convince you a little more,” she said as she spun around on her heels and walked away from you, disappearing into the bathroom and shutting the door, leaving her out of sight. She didn’t spend much time inside, dramatically opening the door and came out in a luxurious white bathrobe as she appeared back in view.

“You should have a seat for this,” Jungeun said with a mischievous smile on her features as you did as instructed, taking a seat on her bed and feeling her silk sheets as you leaned back.

Jungeun made sure she had your full attention as she slowly began to untie the cotton belt around her waist, opening up as she draped it off her broad shoulders as it fell to the carpet underneath her.

The sight displayed in front of you was nothing but breathtaking, causing your jaw to drop as Jungeun’s perfect tight body was dressed in the sexiest pair of lacy red lingerie that left very little to the imagination.

“Red looks amazing on you.”

“It happens to be my favorite color,” Jungeun said, as your eyes feasted on her stunning body, unable, nothing could lose your focus. The dark red color contrasted perfectly with her milky skin. Her breasts were pushed up nicely, showing off her wide hips and delicious legs that never seemed to end.

“Are you just going to sit there and stare, or are you going to come touch me?”

That was the only invitation as you lifted your body off the mattress as your hands were practically magnetized to her body. You started at her thighs, feeling how soft they felt against your palms as you moved to her deadly hips, nothing but satisfied at how good they felt to grip.

You couldn’t help yourself one bit as you snaked around her waist and squeezed her ass with both hands, pulling her towards you and grabbing as much as you could, thankful for the fact that Jungeun loved to wear skimpy thongs. Your palms were full of her soft flesh as you kneaded them, giving her beautiful backside a loud slap that echoed and made her gasp.

“F-fuck,” Jungeun said, her words light and airy as you moved to the front of her body, up her toned midriff and up to her chest, squeezing her perky breasts through the annoying piece of fabric keeping you from them.

“Jungeun,” you said with a lowered voice as you tempted her with the idea of kiss, tilting your head as you licked her neck and whispered in her ear.

“I’m dying to fuck you.”

“P-please. You’re making me so wet,” she whimpered desperately as you buried yourself in the crook of her neck, sucking on the soft skin there with no intention to stop. Jungeun was giving herself to you in no time, letting out soft erotic moans as you nibbled on her beautiful neck.

“God, you’re so gorgeous.”

“T-thank you,” Jungeun replied as her cheeks blushed a shade of faded red as she anticipated what was next.

“Can I take this off?” you asked as you slipped a finger underneath one of her bra straps, as it practically screamed to be let loose.

“Y-yes, please take everything off me. I want you to see every inch of me.”

Her voice was just the ticket you needed as you found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it, keeping eye contact with Jungeun as you slipped the thin straps off her shoulders and tossed it out of view.

Your pants tightened as you saw Jungeun’s exposed breasts for the first time, small yet powerfully perky, not unlike Yerim. You gave several teasing licks on her nipples, causing a series of whiny moans to leave her lips as you focused on one breast, pinching the other as your lips slurped and nibbled freely.

“G-god, just fuck me already,” Jungeun begged, and it seemed she didn’t share your patience in wanting to take your time with her.

“You need it that bad?”

“Y-yes. I want you to ruin me,” she said as she looked at you doe-eyed, lips quivering as she wanted to give herself to you fully.

“I’ll be happy to then,” you said as you tilted her chin up and gave her lips one deep tender embrace, rubbing your hand across her soft cheek.

“Hold on, one more thing,” Jungeun said as scurred into her huge walk-in closet and disappeared inside it. She emerged after a few moments with something unseen in her hands as she came back into view.

Jungeun grabbed your wrist and flipped it around, dropping a bundle of red braided rope onto your palm as she shyly smiled.

“What do you expect me to do with this?” you asked, playing dumb as you felt the soft fabric of the rope.

“I want to be tied up and fucked. What else would you do with it?” she asked, biting her lip in anticipation.

“Only if you want to of course,” she added.

“I want to,” you said. You definitely wanted to. You had Heejin to mostly blame for unlocking this side out of you.

You stared into her eyes intently for one intense moment before abruptly grabbing her hips and spinning her around, admiring her naked back and her barely covered asscheeks. Jungeun’s breath hitched as you grabbed her delicate wrists and pulled them behind her back, wrapping them both in beautiful red rope as you bound them together tightly,

“Too tight?” you asked, resting a hand against her toned back and caressing her skin.

“Not at all,” she replied as you spun her back around as your eyes met, and you couldn’t help but smile that Jungeun was now at your mercy. You took advantage of this right away and roamed her body with your hands, squeezing her breasts and moving downward as you brought two fingers against her clothed heat, confirming the wetness of her cunt that was soaking through her panties.

“Safe word?” you asked as pressed two fingers against her clothed core as her legs twitched.

“Eclipse.”

“Good, then let’s get started,” you said as you helped her lower to her knees as she pressed into the carpet as you began undressing, scattering clothes around Jungeun’s body until you were left in your boxers. Your bulge poked through the material desperate to be freed, a stark reminder of the previous day

“Look what you did, Jungeun,” you said with a smirk on your lips, admiring her half-naked body as she was at your whims. Her skin grew warmer as she knelt patiently as you removed your underwear, slick dripping down her thighs and making the only piece of clothing left on even wetter.

Jungeun admired your cock with a hunger like no other as you grabbed it and slapped her pretty face with it, letting her suck your swollen tip for several seconds before removing it, causing a cute pout to form on her features.

“Don’t be greedy,” you said, caressing the side of her cheek and watching the need in her eyes.

You couldn’t help admire how pretty Jungeun was as you rubbed her soft lips with one finger, and without asking she instinctively sucked on your fingers sensually. She had a wanton need for anything inside her mouth as her lips and tongue wrapped around your fingers with the same amount of desire she had given to your cock.

Jungeun slurped hungrily on your fingers as you pushed them in deeper, moving past both knuckles and creating a slow rhythm as she gagged but her eyes begged for more as you felt her warm messy saliva seeping everywhere, making a mess everywhere.

You waited just a little longer, letting Jungeun continuously suckle on your fingers until you felt she had enough, wiping her leftover saliva down her neck and chest as you gave her stiffened rosy nipples one more pinch.

“That’s all you get for now,” you said as you helped her stand upright and lifted her frame onto the bed. Jungeun did what she could to assist as you positioned her on her knees with her ass raised as her face plopped down on the sheets, resting her chin on the mattress.

You took your position behind Jungeun’s bent over body, the thin piece of fabric nestled between her ass being the only barrier between you and nirvana. The flimsy piece of underwear was almost as dark as blood but did little to hide the wet spot soaking through, and it was hard to focus your eyes on a single part of her tight body, or the way her hands were tied behind her back.

Your hands explored Jungeun’s backside, her skimpy thong was a poor excuse to cover up any skin as you fondled her cheeks. You almost didn’t want to remove such a daring garment from her body, it looked too good on her. The thought occurred to push it to the side, giving you the best of both worlds but your animalistic urges took over instead as you grabbed the thin piece of fabric and tore it right off her body.

Jungeun gasped loudly as you tossed the ruined pair of underwear away, every inch of her body now exposed for you and all it took was one look down at her beautiful pink pussy to make your erection even stronger than you thought was possible.

Taking one more look down, Jungeun had already spread her legs for you as you grabbed your shaft and lined it with her entrance, rubbing her pink pussy lips with your swollen tip as you felt her wetness collecting on it.

“P-please, just fuck me, already. Use me!” Jungeun begged, which only motivated you to keep up the teasing, slipping yourself dangerously close to entering her and withdrawing at the last moment just to hear her whimpering moans.

“F-fuck, please!” Jungeun continued to plead, and you felt a hint of pity for her desperation and nudged yourself against her pussy, the heat radiating off her body begging you to enter her.

Just a few more seconds of teasing was all you could take - you needed her just as bad, and in one perfectly smooth movement you popped your hips and entered her, both of you overwhelmed by a hundred different sensations.

“Oh god,” Jungeun said as you moaned simultaneously, watching your tip being swallowed up by her suffocatingly tight pussy. You took a moment to let it all sink in before moving, the initial warmth and wetness surrounding your cock taking your breath away.

You didn’t remember how long you took, it could have been just a few seconds or several minutes to get used to the intense sensations as you started thrusting inside Jungeun, her silky warm flesh clinging tight as you grabbed her hips and found a rhythm, picking up speed gradually.

“F-fuck, your cock feels so good, stretch my pussy out, p-please ruin me!” Jungeun begged, her naked body at your mercy. There wasn’t much point in taking your time when both of you wanted the opposite, Jungeun’s intoxicating warmth enticing you to not keep your sluggish pace for long.

With a bruising grip on her satisfying hips, you no longer felt the need to be gentle with her and intensified your pace with every stroke, bottoming her out every time as her delicious cunt squeezed your throbbing shaft, keeping her pussy plenty filled.

The rhythm grew and grew as did the lust and desire in the room as your hips hurled against Jungeun’s ass, leaving the harsh sounds of flesh smacking against flesh that was music to your ears.

“P-pound me, f-fucking pound my pussy,” Jungeun said, her words now muffled into her pillows as your pistoning hips gave powerful thrusts as deep as you could fit your cock.

“I need to hear you, Jungeun. You’re so wet, you like being fucked like this?” you asked, grabbing a rough handful of golden hair and tangling it around your fingers, tugging back on it harshly to free her head from the comfort of her pillows.

“F-fuck yes, please keep using me!”

Her lustful words washed away any worries you were being too rough with her as you gripped a fistful of hair tighter, keeping her head upright as her pussy clenched in approval. Jungeun moaned even louder as your vigorous thrusts continued, her juices spilling out of her cunt so freely as the arousal was heavy in the air.

Jungeun’s moans turned into loud husky screams as you kept a handful of pretty hair clenched, pounding into her hole carelessly as you glanced down at her bound wrists and releasing one of your hands from her hips and without warning slapped her tight ass.

Her flesh rippled hypnotically, encouraging another slap to her behind on the other side as her walls pulsated in response.

“Harder, make it hurt,” Jungeun said, a mixture of demanding and begging and you weren’t going to back down as you winded back your arm and swung hard against her cheeks, the delicious echo of your palm striking her cheeks until the color began to match the restraints around her tied wrist.

Jungeun let out deep satisfied moans after each smack against her now tender flesh, the clench of her cunt matching the rhythm of your forceful strikes of her backside. The color of her cheeks grew darker and tears formed in her eyes from such pleasurable pain. WIth every few slaps you gave her sensitive red flesh a squeeze, rubbing out the sting until you upped the impact of flesh on flesh.

Your only regret was you were unable to see the satisfaction in Jungeun’s gorgeous eyes, but if the way her pussy was dripping all over your cock you knew she was loving every second of it.

Giving Jungeun’s bright red cheeks a break, you used your hands to explore what skin you had access to, running your hands up and down her back, feeling the sweat dripping off it as you fucked her mercilessly, the hard smack of the headboard slamming into the wall with every thrust.

“Does that feel good, Jungeun? Do you like being fucked like a little slut?”

“Y-yes, I love when you fuck me like a toy, please don’t stop,” Jungeun said with strangled words, too lost in the pleasure to think of anything else.

You released the grip on her hair, letting strands fall to her shoulders that stuck to her sweaty back as you prepared for your next step, grabbing her hips and pushing her down until she was flat on her stomach and her knees pressed into the sheets.

Your thrusts came fast and loose as your legs were spread onto either side of Jungeun's body as you fucked her senseless in this position, able to achieve a deeper sense of penetration that drove you crazy.

It didn't take long to become unhinged, your pace wild and reckless as you held on to the sides of her ass for leverage, slamming repeatedly without any concern as the room filled up with her needy moans.

"Oh my god, you're so deep! Fuck me just like this, please fuck me just this, oh fuck, oh fuck!"

Jungeun's cries threw gasoline on the flames of passion as you used more power in your hips, and you were content to make sure she couldn't walk for a week as you railed her into the mattress.

You swore the bed was about to give out, and you didn't give a damn and only focused on the hot dripping flesh you were spearing yourself into.

"You fuck me so well, holy shit! I'm so close!"

“Good, cum for me you greedy slut. Cum all over this fucking cock,” you said, as sweat drenched your forehead, the air in the room growing harder to take in. Jungeun could barely remember where she was, her mouth constantly agape as drool spilled out of her lips, moaning breathlessly as the fire in her abdomen grew and grew.

“Ah! I-I’m cumming!” Jungeun said, barely able to form words at this point, powerless to do anything else. Her pussy pulsated uncontrollably around your shaft as you kept the same relentless pace as she creamed all over you, the warm flood of juices spilling onto your crotch as she came hard, toes curling behind you and her thighs visibly shaking.

Jungeun let out a slew of profanities as her orgasm hit her like a train, and you didn’t let up one second and fucked her through every intense second, the loss of her limbs to grab hold of anything drove her insane as her labored breathing filled your eardrums, every moment of pleasure almost causing her to black out.

“H-holy shit,” Jungeun managed to say as her high gradually faded, the aftershocks in her body firing off every so often that she could hardly catch a breath, her thighs flushed and stained with slick, overflowing on her silk sheets underneath your sweaty bodies.

Jungeun’s wonderful orgasm came to a close, and now it was your turn as you grabbed her bound wrists and held them tight, steering yourself towards your much needed bliss as you gave it your all. Her pussy was so deliciously wet after her climax, lubricating your harsh movements inside her thoroughly fucked cunt and sending spikes of pleasure everywhere throughout your body.

You gave her the final pounding she deserved, her pussy stuffed with every inch of hard flesh as you moved furiously inside her, wringing out all the pleasure out of her body that you could take until you felt that familiar and welcome tightness in your core that signaled the end.

“Jungeun, I’m about to fucking cum,” you growled, endlessly fucking into her warm hole to coerce your orgasm on a path to pleasure with no brakes.

“Cum wherever, on me or in me, please just cum for me,” Jungeun said, and you took no time to figure out just where you wanted to do that.

Savoring the final moments, you gave a few more hammering thrusts into Jungeun’s body before you withdrew from her warmth, pulling her up and helping her off to the side of the bed as she took position on her knees, her arms still tied behind her as she anxiously awaited the finale.

You had Jungeun just where you wanted her as she had the biggest grin on her features as you stroked your cock from base to tip, and she knew just where your load was going and licked her lips.

“Are you going to paint my face?” she asked, already knowing the answer as you stroked furiously in response, planning on using her as your canvas.

“Give me your cum, please cum on my face, please. Cover me in your thick load, please please please, cum all over my face, I need it so fucking bad,” Jungeun desperately begged, her needy words being the one last thing that set you off.

It took less than a few strokes for you to erupt as you unloaded all over Jungeun’s gorgeous face. You let out loud satisfied groans and fired your first thick shot of cum that landed on her forehead, ending up in her disheveled hair.

You emptied your balls all over her cheeks, her full lips, her cute nose and chin as you squeezed out every last drop, not letting anything go to waste as her face was covered in pearly white, the look of satisfaction in her eyes as you were drained.

Jungeun licked what she could, frustrated with her hands still tied up and out of commission as the mess you had just deposited on her stunning face began to drip down slowly, spilling off her chin and onto her chest as you collected yourself and tried to regain your breath.

She had never looked more beautiful.

Jungeun leaned forward as you guided your cock one more time into her mouth as she cleaned you off, gently sucking your sensitive tip dry with your load staining her face. You took one more moment to admire your handiwork before untying her wrists.

“You okay?” you asked as she regained the use of her hands, the first thing she did with them was to stroke your softening cock, giving one more wet kiss.

“I’m great now,” she said, heavily breathing as you exchanged tired smiles.

“You really covered me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such a huge load,” Jungeun giggled as you sat on the edge of the bed, nearly collapsing on it.

“I only have you to blame for that,” you said.

“I’ll go get cleaned up. You can join me if you want, or you can rest here. Either way you better be ready for another round,” she said, slow to stand upright as she turned into her now ever familiar pose, her hands on her hips with a stern look in her eyes.

“You’re insatiable, Jungeun,” you said, still struggling to find your breath again.

“N-no, I’m not. It’s not like I enjoyed your cock inside me,” she scoffed, spinning on her heels as she disappeared into her bathroom.

You still felt the tingles of your intense climax as you looked around the room, sinking into the sheets and wondered what else she Jungeun wanted, or rather what she wanted you to do to her.

You’d just have to be patient and find out.

#loona smut #kim lip smut #loona #kim lip #reader insert #kpop smut #male reader #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kim jungeun #kimberly lippington

[flooffybits]

Heart On My Sleeve

Idol: Kim Jiwoo (Loona)

Anon: Can I request a Loona Chuu highschool!au when Chuu 'falls in love' very easily but usually stops liking them cause of the pickiest reason like if they laugh weird or something like that, but when she meets (fem) reader she falls head over heals for her. So that's really all I can think of. Sorry if it wasn't much lmao.

☕buy me a coffee☕

A/n: guess who’s back :3

"Are you going to start talking about Sooyoung again or have you set your eyes on someone new?" A weird sound came from the girl’s lips as she looked at her friend with a pout. “I don’t like Sooyoung anymore.” She muttered, arms crossed with a huff as she doodled on the end page of her best friend’s notebook.

Hyunjin shook her head whilst Jungeun rolled her eyes, not at all surprised by the admission. “Well aside from the fact that she’s dating someone already, what’s the reason your crush was a no go?” Hyejoo questioned while munching on the snack the eldest handed to her. “Sooyoung is nice! She’s just... I don’t know. When she squeals, it’s so high pitched sometimes.”

Her three friends gave her an odd look. “You’re complaining about her having a high pitch?” Hyunjin snorted and Hyejoo scoffed. “Unnie, have you heard your own voice?” Jiwoo pouted even more as the youngest spoke. “You don’t even have to try for us to hear how high your voice can be.”

“Shut up.” Jungeun just rubbed the bridge of her nose before letting out a sigh. “I honestly don’t know with you.” She chuckled before giving her best friend a light pat on the arm. “Well, whatever happens or whoever you set your eyes on, next, try not to criticize them too much.”

“I don’t do that.”

“You do.”

“I thought you were on my side!” Jiwoo whined as Hyunjin shrugged her shoulders and began to collect her things. “I’m on the entertaining side. And right now, that’s against you.” She teased playfully, making the other two laugh while Jiwoo attempted to glare at her, only to fail as she buried her face in her hands and let out a groan.

“We’ll see you later.” Hyejoo told them as both she and Hyunjin exited the classroom, being they were from a younger year. “See you!”

Once their two friends left, Jungeun cleaned up the bits of crumbs on her desk left by Hyejoo before she turned to her best friend, whose shoulders slumped and her expression clearly screamed out what she was exhausted.

“You know, it doesn’t hurt liking someone a certain way.” She suddenly spoke up and Jiwoo rested her chin on her desk, sulking. “I know, but it’s so hard to find just one person who makes everything perfect.” She complains, making her friend crinkle her nose and cross her arms. “People are always going to have flaws, Chuu. You just have to learn to accept them if you really want to be with someone.”

Yet her words only caused a pout to form on the latter’s face as she laid her head on her desk, huffing as the teacher finally arrived and greeted the class, something she would usually be listening to, but due to her sulky mood, she didn’t bother lifting her head.

“It’s a bit late, but I hope you can all be nice to your new classmate. She’s not from Korea so I hope you guys can help her out.” The teacher explained before waving for you to enter.

You stand next to his desk and smile lightly, waving to everyone before bowing deeply. “My name is Y/n L/n, I hope we can get along.” You greet them, Jiwoo’s head raising at the new and unfamiliar voice before she felt her eyes widen when she sees your smiling face.

“You can take the seat next to Jungeun, please raise your hand to show where you are.” Jiwoo’s head snapped to her friend when she raised her hand, offering you a friendly smile as you thanked your teacher before heading over to your assigned seat.

Jungeun didn’t even seem to bother checking on her friend when she happily greeted you. “You’re really pretty!” The compliment made a rosy hue appear on your cheeks before you giggled, a sound Jiwoo found herself wanting to hear again.

“Thank you! You’re really pretty, too.”

To see you naturally talking with her best friend left Jiwoo in awe that she ended up paying attention to you rather than the lecture. The entire time, she couldn’t help but steal glances whenever you leaned over to Jungeun and asked her for help when you didn’t understand something.

“Do you need any help getting around?” Jungeun asked when the class was over and you look up at your friendly seatmate before nodding your head. “The school isn’t exactly that big, but being new makes it really hard.” You laughed and Jiwoo couldn’t help but mentally coo at how cute your accent sounded as you spoke in her native tongue.

“You’re Korean is really good!” Was the first thing that came out of the brunette’s mouth and you seemed startled by her sudden intrusion in your conversation, though she’s pleasantly greeted by a bright blush adorning your cheeks due to her compliment.

Jungeun glanced at her friend and quickly realized that she wasn’t alone. “Right, Y/n this is Jiwoo, or Chuu if you’d like.” She introduces and the girl waves happily at you. “Though she’s right. Your pronunciation is really good, where did you study Korean?” Your newfound friend asked curiously and you giggle while hoisting your bag on your shoulders.

Jiwoo takes notice as you blow a few strands of rebelling hair away from your face before feeling her heart skip a beat. “I’ve been studying online. When my dad said we might move, I decided to plan ahead, just in case.” You reply and Jungeun nodded thoughtfully. “That makes sense.”

“What’s your next class? So we can help you out on the way there.” Jiwoo speaks again and you giggle at the cute little hop she does, accompanied with a bright smile painted on her features.

It suited her.

Pulling out your notebook, you open the page with your schedule printed on it before showing them. “I have Math for my next class.” You inform them and Junguen grins before patting her best friend on the back. “Looks like you have someone who can keep you company.” Jiwoo blinked a few times, taking your timetable into her own hands to confirm what her friend was saying before her entire face lit up.

“I can show you to our next class and you can sit next to me!” She cheered, latching on to your arm and surprising you by the sudden action, but you laughed nonetheless, enjoying her enthusiasm and excitement as you nodded your head.

And something about the whole thing just made Jiwoo’s heart melt right then and there before she’s tugging at your arm to head to the next class.

Instantly, her best friend could tell by the look on her face just what it was that was running through Jiwoo’s mind, but she could only sigh, shaking her head as she waved her hand. “I’ll see you at lunch. Jiwoo, try not to scare her.”

The statement earned a pout from the said girl and a laugh from you as you both finally walked away, Jiwoo still having yet to release your arm and Jungeun merely sighed as she walked to the other direction. 

“Here we go again.”

..

“Jungeun! Jungeun!” Said girl turned her head in time to see her best friend running over, bouncing on the balls of her feet before she took the seat next to the blonde and squealing with her body visibly shaking.

“What do you-”

“Y/n is amazing!” The bubbly girl didn’t seem to hear her friend as the words came spilling from her mouth at an unbelievable speed that Jungeun had to cover her mouth. “Jiwoo, breathe and talk slower.”

Following her friend’s instructions as best as she could with her excitement, Jiwoo began to recount everything you did during class, which wasn’t exactly much but she found it all too endearing anyway. “We don’t get to sit next to each other, but she sits in front of me.” She explained as Hyunjin and Hyejoo joined them.The pair looked questioningly at the blonde, and she merely shook her head as the other continued with her little ramble. “You said that people have flaws, but she doesn’t! Everything she does is so perfect and even when she mispronounces a word, it’s still the best thing ever because she’s so cute and her little accent sometimes slips.”

The three listen to the girl’s rant and Hyejoo looked more confused before she finally asked. “Who are you talking about this time?” And Jiwoo replies without missing a beat. “Y/n! She’s a transfer student, and she sits next to Jungeun for our first class.”

The name seemed to cause Hyunjin’s ears to perk up before she’s cocking her head. “You mean that Y/n?” She points to the table at the other side of the cafeteria and when everyone looks over, you’re seated next to one of their seniors, Ha Sooyoung in the table with you along with another blonde that Jungeun recognizes as her childhood friend, Jung Jinsoul.

“Heejin mentioned something about her being Vivi unnie’s cousin or something.” Hyunjin informs the group and Jiwoo’s eyes were locked on your figure as you happily conversed with the people who surrounded you. She saw as your supposed cousin gave you a small push after making a comment that had caused Sooyoung’s cheeks to burn and Jinsoul to burst out laughing before she then proceeded to tease her classmate.

Jungeun looked to Hyunjin, a curious look in her eyes. “Since when did you have the guts to talk to Heejin?” She snorted, making the latter glare at her before crossing her arms. “We’re classmates. We talk.” She retorts, though there’s a noticeable blush on her cheeks that she tries to hide by ducking her head, but the youngest at the table was already scoffing.

“I bet it was Heejin unnie who talked to you, first.” Hyunjin grunted before she shoved the younger girl. “So? At least we talked. What about you and Yerim?”

“I’ll have you know that Yerim and I are completely fine and that we’re going out this Friday.”

“You better take care of her, Hyejoo. I don’t want to have to kick you out of this table.”

As the three’s conversation went on, Jiwoo had drowned them out, a small frown on her lips as she continued to watch you from afar. There was a small sting in her chest that made her uncomfortable as you continued to make yourself comfortable with other people, more so when Haseul and Yeojin joined your table and you were then washed with affection by the older girls.

Her usual smiling face had been replaced by a concerned frown before her friends decided to snap her out of it.

“Jiwoo, it’s nothing to be worried about. You know that Vivi unnie has Sooyoung, and Jinsoul unnie and Haseul unnie are naturally affectionate people, so that’s normal.” Yet it didn’t ease the girl as much as she had hoped. “Hold on, let me call someone over.”

All three watched as Hyunjin stood from the table and walked to another group, one that consisted of the mentioned Heejin, along with another blonde. Both seemed confused by her appearance, yet were compliant as they followed Hyunjin to the table she previously sat at.

“Uh...?”

Heejin flashed the group a smile and Hyejoo awkwardly looked away from the shorter blonde, shooting her friend a glare. “Hyunjin said you guys wanted to ask us something?”Jungeun seemed a bit taken aback and Jiwoo was even more puzzled, knowing that the two were Hyunjin’s classmates. So she didn’t understand how two underclassmen would know about you when you were a year above them.

“Hyunjin mentioned that you know Y/n?” Jiwoo asked and the pair seemed to quickly understand before Heejin was gesturing to the girl beside her. “Chaewon can explain better than I can, but we are acquainted.” She explains and the blonde rubbed the back of her neck. “Y/n unnie is my neighbor, actually. Vivi unnie had some things to do, so she asked me if it was okay for me to help unnie adjust, seeing we lived right next to each other.”

“So they are cousins?”

Chaewon nodded in confirmation. “I was also helping Y/n unnie with her Korean lessons right after showing her around.” She added before waving in Heejin’s direction. “That’s how Heejin met unnie. When I was tutoring her at the café, she came and, yeah.” She says, the others already understanding where the story went.

“Why so curious about her?”

Though unlike her friend, Heejin was already looking at Jiwoo with a knowing smile. “Well, if you want to get to know her better, I suggest talking instead of burning a hole into her head.” She says teasingly, now prompting Jiwoo’s face to heat up as she snapped her gaze away from you and Yeojin again.

“Oh.” Chaewon chuckled before shaking her head. “Well, one thing’s for sure, you don’t have to worry about the others. Vivi unnie’s made it clear that they aren’t allowed to try anything.” That caused everyone at the table to perk up and for Jiwoo’s face to go pale.“Why?” Hyunjin couldn’t help asking and Chaewon shrugged. “Protective unnie mode.” She says simply. 

“Well, good luck to you then, unnie.” That was the first Hyejoo’s spoken since the pair arrived, yet everyone agreed with her sentiments as Jiwoo tried to keep a calm expression.

“If it’s any assurance, Vivi unnie only told her circle of friends that, so if you’d like, I think you’re good.” Heejin pats her back, but it doesn’t shake her nerves away. “Are you crazy?” Junguen asked with wide eyes. “Vivi unnie is scary!” Jiwoo squeaked, visibly panicked, but the three ‘00 liners didn’t seem too bothered with the fact.

“In the end, if Y/n unnie ends up liking you, Vivi unnie can’t stop that even if she wanted to.” Chaewon explained nonchalantly, knowing both of you enough to understand your dynamics with your cousin.

Jiwoo pursed her lips at that, the thought stuck in her head for the majority of the day.

But the cherry on top was when she had spotted you in the music room, along with Sooyoung and Haseul. When she was asked why you were there, knowing you weren’t a member of the music club, Haseul answered for you.

“I know that it isn’t exactly the start of the year and that we aren’t really recruiting, but we thought it would be nice to give our friend a shot, considering she’s new and has no clubs.” The older girl stated while patting your shoulder.

You seemed a little embarrassed with the situation, but really, there was only the four of you in the room since everyone else had gone home due to there not being a scheduled meeting for the day.

“If you guys aren’t recruiting, then I think I can wait until the time you are. Seriously, it’s okay.” You tell them, but Sooyoung was already shushing you. “Come on, just give it a try.”Haseul looked to Jiwoo pleadingly. 

“You’re the head of the team, so we just want you to give her a listen. I swear, we aren’t being biased.”

And so she did listen, unknowingly letting Haseul and Sooyoung leave the room without her noticing right before you began to sing. Although weak at first due to your shyness, your voice had eventually enraptured Jiwoo up until the end of the song.

She told you that she would give it some thought, and she really wishes she didn’t.

Because what Heejin and Chaewon told her didn’t leave her after a day or a week.

Her thoughts were filled with only you for weeks, and she doesn’t know what her poor heart has gotten herself into because every day, you only show her more and more reasons to love you instead of stopping like all the other people she’s claimed to have fallen in love with.

And now, she has no idea what she was supposed to do.

#girl group #girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #loona #loona imagines #loona scenarios #loona x reader #loona chuu #chuu loona #kim jiwoo #chuu #chuu scenarios #chuu imagines

[moostaronce]

I've Got You

Request: Aight so I kinda recently got beat up by my sibling and I wanted to feel better about it. May I request a Kim Lip x fem reader scenario where in reader goes to Lippie's house beaten up and she thinks they got into a fight and she gets mad about it but in reality they got beat up at their house. Angst with fluff ending please, thank you.

Pairing: Kim Lip x Fem!Reader

WARNING: Mentions of abuse

A/N First off, I'm so sorry that happened to you and if you ever need any emotional support I'm here for you. It's a bit shorter than usual because I decided to expedite this one. Let's consider this a bonus update this week, otherwise, you'll be waiting 2 weeks for this if I put it in the queue.💛

It's much too late at night for this and you're much too tired. Before you would call it bearable but tonight they've gone too far. Family is supposed to care for one another, protect one another. Yet here you lay on your bedroom floor. Your sibling just took their dislike for you to the next level and your parents have done nothing, only stating that you probably deserved it. You can feel how your lip is busted and your eye is welling, all without having to look.

Trying your best to think of your best course of action is tough. Your sibling made it seem like they'd be back for more any minute and you know you can't sleep here tonight. You take a look at the clock on your nightstand and see it says 11:30pm. Usually, she's asleep by now but it's the only place you can think to go.

Having made up your mind, you think about how to execute your escape. There's no way you're getting out the front door without any hassle, so after packing up a few things, and locking your door, you open your first level window and climb out. You make sure to close it behind you as quietly as possible before taking off towards the only place you ever really feel safe lately.

When you're standing in front of her door you hesitate to knock, hoping it's her that opens the door and not one of her sisters. Unfortunately for you, Yerim opens the door with their oldest sister Jinsol standing sleepily behind her.

"Y/n, what are you doing here so late? Jungeun is already in bed." Jinsol says as she tries to rub the sleep out of her eyes.

"Wait...what happened to you?" Yerim finally takes a good look at your face and reaches out to touch a cut on your cheek that has you wincing.

"I um," both girls become alert at your sniffling, "Can I just sleep on your couch tonight? Please?" You're head falls and tears fall from your eyes and burn the little cuts you have.

Neither of them says anything, they just usher you into the house and get you blankets and a pillow. Once they have you fairly situated they make their way upstairs and whisper to one another.

"Should we wake Jungeun?" Jinsol looks at the younger girl's door then back to her youngest sister.

"She'll probably be mad but probably even more if we don't wake her now." The two sisters look at each other one last time before they both quietly enter the middle child's room and shake her awake.

"Ugh what? what!" Jungeun sits up in her bed and stares through the darkness at the two figures standing in their room.

"Jungie, your girlfriend is downstairs sleeping on our couch," Yerim speaks up.

"My who is what now?" Jungeun rubs her eyes before getting up and walking out of her room. She looks down over the second-story balcony into the living room to sure enough see you sitting on the couch with your head in your hands.

"What the hell?" She sees that it's midnight at this point so she trudges down the stairs to see you.

Much to her surprise when she rounds the couch and moves your hands out of your face she sees just how messed up you are.

"Oh my god babe, what happened? Did you get in a fight on the way here?"

You don't speak so she just goes to find some peroxide and bandages. When she gets back she patches you up quietly, looking sympathetic every time you wince from the sting.

"So are you going to tell me how this happened or did you just plan on leaving me in suspense?" Her voice is soft like she's afraid to startle you away.

"I just. I couldn't stay home so I came here."

That's all it takes for her to get an idea. She's aware of how mean your sibling is so to you so she just takes an educated guess. When your face is cleaned up she tells you to go take a shower and cleans up the pillows and blankets on the couch. Once you're out of the shower and in some pajamas, she's waiting for you right outside the door.

"Listen, babe, I know it's late. Go back to bed, I'll just be downstairs."

"I'm awake now, there's no reason for you to sleep down there. Come to bed." She turns on her heel and as she expects, you follow behind her. When you climb into bed you lay a little further from her than usual, thinking that she must be angry with you for not talking about what happened. But she keeps surprising you instead.

"Baby, stop messing around and get over here." She groans at your distance.

Jungeun pulls your body into her own and holds you. She snuggles her face into your back as she big spoons you for the night. Her silent comfort is all it takes to put you to sleep. She doesn't make you talk about it and she honestly isn't sure she really wants to know. Jungeun just treats your cuts and bruises until they start to heal and makes sure to bring you as much comfort as she's physically and emotionally capable of.

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Hey, I'm sorry I haven't been speaking to you recently; although I am active on Tumblr at times. Can I request a Loona Reaction where the 13th member walks on VLive with their sweatshirt that's too big on them. Just like the one I request with G-IDLE. But, if you don't want to that's fine to, don't pressure yourself into doing it.❤️❤️

Loona Reactions :

Their 13th member and girlfriend being the smallest and walking on their Vlive wearing their sweatshirt which is too big for her

Vivi

Even though it's been awhile since Vivi became fluent in Korean and English, you couldn't understand the first words she said when she saw you. Orbits were lost too when she suddenly talked in Chinese in the middle of a sentence in Korean. They were asking what it meant which made Vivi blush, shameful that she's been catch calling you her 'cute girlfriend' in a Vlive. She was praying for Chinese orbits not to reveal what she said, she even made them signs telling them to keep the secret.

Yves

Your girlfriend's smile and eyes were better than any words for you to know what she was thinking. She had this glow in her eyes whenever she finds you even more lovable, usually she would tell you she loves you right after you perceived that glow. Luckily Orbits called her, restraining her for voicing it out in there presence. She mouthed the words to you anyway because she had to let you know.

Haseul

Haseul wouldn't even restrain herself when you entered the room looking this cute. She'll show you off at orbits, telling them how cute you were and saying proudly that it was her sweatshirt. The other members would be shocked by the way she'll express her admiration for you in front of everyone, they'll try covering the truth by giving you compliments and praising you too.

Jinsoul

Jinsoul shocked expression was hilarious for Kim Lip who was beside her. Mouth agape, brows doing their usual weird moves, you had to admit it was funny. Jinsoul would look at the laughing Lippie for confirmation that you were the cutest human being right now. After she'll nood, they'll both look at you which would probably made you blush until Jinsoul would give a pleading look at Jungeun, asking her to finish the Vlive alone. She was craving cuddles right now.

Kim Lip

Kim Lip wasn't really paying attention to the Vlive, to be honest she was sulking because she didn't see you when she woke up this morning (you had schedule). When she heard footsteps getting down the stairs, she took a glance at you and froze. You usually wouldn't put on her clothes but sometimes when she was mad at you, you noticed it helped smoothing her mood. When she didn't complain while you sat on her lap you knew you had won. It didn't take long for her arms to circle your body and her nose to brush against your neck. She sure wasn't paying attention to the Vlive now.

Chuu

"A snack !"

All eyes were on Chuu when she exclaimed suddenly. Orbits wouldn't give much thoughts about the unexpected change of subject and would ask her what is her favourite type of snack. Luckily she'll stop staring at you before your fans understood that she was talking about you and not food.

Heejin

Heejin shocked expression was priceless, the chat was blowing up, orbits were curious about what your girlfriend was looking at since they couldn't see you. She'll hide her blushing face behind Hyunjin, whispering in her ear:

"Do you see what I see or is it my imagination again ?"

Hyujin

Hyunjin entered the room and started to caress your hair even though she was still in the middle of a Vlive her arm extended to keep a hold on the camera.

"You're a pretty cat and an even more good looking bread."

Weirder compliments didn't exist but nevermind you took them. You know how Hyunjin loves bread and cats so it must've been a good thing. You weren't sure if the clothes you were wearing had anything to do with Hyunjin behaviour because she was seriously always that strange.

Choerry

Choerry would literally ask orbits' opinion on the matter.

"Look at her guys. Isn't she the cutest ?"

While you were flustered in front of the Vlive, she was laughing her ass off with the girls. But when you'll start sulking, she'll come hug you from behind whispering in your ear how much she loves you and how much she likes the fact that you can't stop being cute.

Gowon

Princess Gowon wasn't the type to like too much cuteness, she disliked aegyo and people that were trying to master it. The thing was that you never tried to be that adorable, you just were and even when she thought she had gotten used to your usual cuteness you proved her wrong. She'll cringe at herself for squealing in front of Orbits.

Olivia Hye

The scary Olivia Hye was long time gone once she saw you wearing her hoodie. She'll become soft when she'll see how your hands wouldn't even reach the end of the sleeves. She'll come help you out, rolling up the sleeves of the sweatshirt while touching your skin a little too long. Your eyes would lock before she'll peck your lips.

"Hyejoo, Y/N, orbits are asking for you."

Yeojin

Yeojin would try to maintain her composure in front of the camera but deep down she's literally screaming. It wasn't really usual that you could fit in Yeojin's tiny clothes but when you could, she felt so cool, she could picture herself as the protective girlfriend for once and she loved it.

Hi, here is your request. Don't worry about not talking me there's no problem in that. Anyway hope you like the reactions, give feedback and don't hesitate to request again 😊-Ael

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