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808airsoftbros · 11 months

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The Contract (Yves) (S) (BXG)

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???’s POV

Oh, what a world... What am I going to do with my baby...? I’m on the verge of death and my baby is due today. If I die, it won’t be long until I take him along with me and I don’t want that to happen.

I tried begging the doctors and nurses for alternate options but all they suggested was either abortion or sending my son to an adoption center.

I hate to do either one because I want the absolute best life for my son but unfortunately, fate is so cruel that I won’t be able to grant him that.

Interrupting my thoughts, a nurse comes inside my room to inform me that I have a visitor.

“Greetings, are you Miss Kim?” A strange woman asked.

Looking at the woman, she was wearing a formal black dress with high heels, holding onto a clipboard and folder containing some forms.

But her beauty was something else, just one look at her face can make any men fall on their knees.

“Y-Yes, that would be me...” I nervously answered and she warmly smiled.

“Excellent, allow me to introduce myself, I am Sister Ha Sooyoung of LOONA, we are Vampires that answer to dying parent's prayers and luckily, I heard yours so I came.” She explained and my eyes widened.

Obviously, there was much to take in as I never thought Vampires existed and that they help people in need.

“H-How can I trust that any harm will come to my son?” I asked.

“By signing this contract... Once we sign it, I am obligated to give your son the best life possible as you asked. I will share him with all of my love and my sisters will also help look after him for you. Not only that, he’ll be granted the gift of immortality.” She explained to me and I nodded.

Reading the terms on the contract, all of the words are cursive but I was able to read them.

“Are there any questions, you wish to ask me?” She asked.

“No, I find all the terms acceptable, but please promise me that you’ll look after my baby,” I said and she nodded.

“You have my solemn vow, your son will be in good hands and you can rest easy knowing he’ll be safe and in happy times,” She assured and I take the pen from the clipboard.

Signing my name on the bottom part of the contract, Sooyoung does the same, thus putting the contract into immediate effect.

After that, I make my decision to the doctor that I’ll put my son’s custody toward Ha Sooyoung after my death and they begin the procedure.

Yves’s POV

Beginning the procedure, the doctors rolled Miss Kim into the operation room to begin the surgery.

As a contract Vampire, this is the most difficult part of raising a mate, witnessing the loss of their mothers.

Even though we are cold-hearted beings, we still feel sympathy for their sacrifice and deaths.

Regardless, this is all for a good cause and for doing what is best for their children so that we can grant them a better life.

After waiting for a few hours, the doctors called me into the room, as soon as I opened the door I heard the loud sounds of Miss Kim’s son crying.

Unfortunately, as expected, there were no vital signs coming from Miss Kim as she deceased right after the operation was complete.

“Miss Sooyoung, here is your adopted son, do you perhaps have a name for him?” The nurse asked as she handed over my baby.

“Ha Y/N,” I answered and she nodded.

Writing down the reports and details of the operation in the medical records of the hospital, I was dismissed.

Thanking the medical staff for their efforts, I left the building, and waiting for me outside at the pick-up area was sister Park Chaewon but we usually call her Gowon.

Hopping into the backseat, I put the seatbelt around my body, and Gowon greeted me.

“Hello, sister Yves, how was it?” She asked.

“The contract is signed by the mother, Ha Y/N is now in my care,” I answered.

“And the mother?” She asked and I sighed.

“Passed...” I softly answered as I breastfeed him.

“Sorry to hear that, but at least he’ll be in good care under your hands,” She commented and I nodded.

Starting up the car, she drives onto the main city road, and back to our domain in the small neighborhood.

It was a three-story manor, the first floor is where we run Loona’s Bakery & Treats, we came up with the idea as baking was one of our biggest strong points.

Both humans and Vampires come to buy from our shop for bread, cake, ice cream, you name it, and it’s all made from scratch.

Anyway, enough advertisement, Gowon parks the SUV inside the garage where we store many of our sports cars and such.

“Welcome home, sister Yves, is this the newest member of our family?” Lady Haseul greeted me and I nodded.

“Yes, my lady, this is Ha Y/N, my mate and baby,” I answered.

“Well, isn’t he the cutest~? Such a healthy and lively child, well done on the contract, sister Yves, and I’m sorry for the loss,” She replied and I nodded.

“His mother sacrificed her life for this child and I’m not going to let it go in vain,” I assured.

“As you should not, come on, it’s time to swear to the creed,” She replied and I followed her inside the manor.

We head inside the sacred chamber where we hold our rituals and oaths. Repeating and swearing the words of the creed, I felt chills down my spine as I knew this was one of the biggest turning points of my life.

Finishing the ritual, Y/N was now officially under my care, sadly, there was no time to celebrate as we have the bakery shop to run.

Placing my precious Y/N on my bed for his daily nap, I go downstairs to join Olivia, Yeojin, Heejin, and Hyunjin in the kitchen.

“Oh, sister Yves, thank the Lord, you came! It’s quite busy today! The new malasada recipe was genius!” Olivia greeted me and I nodded.

“That’s good news to hear, now let’s get to baking!” I replied as I wrapped an apron around my body and put on black gloves.

Working on making the dough, I made sure the ingredients are fresh and not out of date.

Placing the finished dough on a baking tray, I handed it over to Hyunjin who was in charge of operating the ovens.

“Hot tray! Hot tray!” Hyunjin called out as she maneuvers herself through the kitchen holding two hot pans of sheet cakes.

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TIMESKIP

When the sun started to set and serving the last customer in our shop, we closed up the shop for the day and cleaned up the kitchen.

Since we were all Vampires, we take advantage of our super speed abilities to sweep and mop up the floors and wipe the tables, ovens, and all the kitchen equipment.

Once we were finished cleaning, we counted up all the money we’d made from the entire day and made orders for ingredients.

“Damn... If I’m not wrong I counted over a hundred million won! That’s beyond our sales goals!” Hyunjin mentioned.

“That’s great news! Lady Haseul will be pleased to hear about it. We have more than enough to ensure our babies are well-fed for the night.” Heejin replied.

“Well, you two cook dinner for your husbands they should be old enough to eat solid foods. The rest of us will retire for the night.” I ordered and they nodded.

Heading up the stairs, I slowly opened the door to my room to prevent waking Y/N up and disturbing his sleep.

I grabbed my change of clothes for Y/N and me, we won’t be able to shower together yet as he was too young.

Stripping off my clothes, and placing them inside the laundry basket, I step inside the tub which also serves as a shower as there’s a head above me.

Turning the knob for cold water as it’s good for my body have my blood run through my veins easier and go into my brain.

The cold water doesn’t affect me much as I can pretty much handle extreme temperatures.

After I was done, I put on a robe and gently carry my baby and place him in the small tub that I bought from the store earlier, filled it with lukewarm water, and carefully place Y/N inside the tub.

He didn’t cry nor make any sound as I was washing his tiny body making his cleaning smoother and in no time, I finished.

Drying him up, I wrapped him up in a warm towel, brushed my teeth, and lay down on my bed with Y/N feeding from my right boob.

It was funny and adorable seeing him all milk drunk with a small smile with a trance of my breast milk on his lip.

Placing the blanket over us, I lay Y/N beside my head so I can an eye on him for the night.

“Goodnight, honey~,” I whispered before pecking his forehead.

After the night was over, the sun started to rise starting a new morning, Y/N woke up crying which woke me up.

Picking him up, I started my morning breastfeeding him as he was hungry, looking at the clock on the wall it was around four in the morning.

Today I was off from work since we all switch, giving me the entire day to spend with my husband.

Deciding to read him some stories, letting him explore his nest, biting and tasting everything that he could find but I kept a constant eye on him to make sure he doesn’t chock or bite anything that is dangerous like wiring and sharp objects.

Six months passed, and Y/N has grown bigger, he could lean on his hands and could crawl but he was still too young to walk.

Unfortunately, he did catch a fever once but it wasn’t severe so it only took about three weeks to recover.

Each month, we would get visits from a doctor to perform monthly medical checkups and ensure that all of our children are in good health.

While I was observing his behavior, I noticed he was starting to develop social skills and begin to recognize my sisters.

This was all expected, so none of it was a surprise but I can’t help but coo at his adorable social developments. I wish he can stay as a baby forever.

A few years later, he was not a toddler, he learned how to walk on his own without me holding his hand every time and start eating solid foods.

Heejin and Hyunjin were already starting homeschooling their husbands when they were about four years old.

Y/N was growing up so fast it makes me wanna cry, seeing your husband grow so big and handsome.

Finally, after years of hardship and schooling, he was of age, even though Y/N was granted the opportunity to explore the world and choose his life he decides to remain here.

However, throughout his teen years, he began to develop hormones and I caught him many times staring at my body whenever we showered together which is exactly what I wanted... Him being addicted to only me.

Tonight, on his eighteenth birthday, we celebrated his birthday and threw a party. After the party was over, we went to the bedroom to rest but I have different plans in mind... I put on black lingerie as I knew he has a thing for black revealing clothing.

I put on a robe, come out of the bathroom as Y/N was waiting for me on the bed, and when he looks at me his eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

“Like what you see, baby~?” I seductively asked and he didn’t say a word as he was too shocked.

Pushing his back onto the bed, I take off my robe and slowly crawled toward him and I saw his ten-inch penis coming to life.

“N-Noona, what are you doing?” He nervously asked and I giggled.

“What’s the matter? You’ve seen me naked numerous times yet you still get flustered~.” I pointed it out and he gulped.

Latching my lips onto his, forcing him to roughly make out with me, he places his hand on my cheek and the other hand on my ass.

Rubbing his shorts covering his cock, we let go before we run out of breath, and I take off his shirt and shorts leaving him in his underwear.

“Do you want mommy to suck your dick~?” I asked him and he viciously nodded.

“Hehe~. Anything for my special baby~,” I replied before sliding off his underwear.

Letting loose his cock, I could only admire it as I’ve scored gold for raising him, I licked it bottom to up making him moan and I take his length in my mouth before bobbing up and down.

“God, you’re so incredible!” He said before moaning and I smirked.

“I’m so close!” He warned and I speed up until he came in my mouth.

Savoring his cum in my mouth it tasted delicious until I swallowed it but I wasn’t satisfied just yet.

Taking off my lingerie revealing my nude body, he places his hands on my boobs and sucked on my right tit making me moan.

“Yes, baby, it’s all yours~!” I moaned.

Afterward, I sat on his face making him lick my womanhood and I screamed out of ecstasy as I felt his tongue hitting my G spot.

“I’m so close, baby, I want you to drink mommy’s special dessert~!” I demanded and I came into his mouth.

Getting off his face, I looked down to make sure that he drank all of it, and when he opened his mouth, I was satisfied with the result.

Moving onto the main event, I slowly insert his dick into my pussy making me moan at how huge he was.

Feeling my walls tightly grip his dick, I bounce up and down riding his cock, making it the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.

Switching positions into doggy style with his dick still inside of me, I tell him to pound me as hard as he can to show his love for his mommy.

“Ah! Ah! That’s it! Show how much you love your mommy~!” I screamed.

“You’re so tight, Mommy ~!” He moaned as he fucks me.

Holding in my cum as best as I could as I wanted to save it for the end until he warned me that he was starting to get close.

“Do it~! Do it inside of me~! I want your babies~!” I tell him before moaning.

Gathering all of his strength and energy he plunges his dick deep inside of me before cumming and I felt a warm sensation in my womb.

Collapsing onto the messy bedsheets, he buries his face into my breasts making me giggle.

“You did amazing, baby~,” I complimented before pecking his forehead.

“Can you blame me? You have such a gorgeous body, I couldn’t resist,” He pointed out and I smiled.

“That’s what I like to hear, now get some rest, you need to restore your energy because mommy is going to want a repeat tomorrow night~,” I replied and he fell asleep into my chest.

With the contract being in effect for eternity, he was now forever mine as I belong to him. I will forever cherish and love Y/N with all my heart and my life.

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gahyeonszn · 9 months

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Would u mind writing fem!reader giving sweaty gp heejin a blowjob after her workout? If sweat isn’t ur thing could I also request gp lipves where lip blows yves 🤲👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 thank u!

take it

genre: a poor attempt at smut tbh

warning(s): terribly written dick sucking and like one degradation term

note: sorry if this isn't to your liking anon, this is the first time i've written smut and gp so it really might not be the best:(

one of the many favorite things you liked about heejin was that she loved working out and it gave you an excuse to stare for just a little too long. you couldn’t help, something about her sweat glistening just seemed to set you off in just the best way possible.

you were sitting on the couch of the dorms that you shared with heejin and her members when a text message popped up on your screen as you scrolled through various social media apps.

can you come by the practice room and bring my water bottle? i was in such a rush to workout that i left it on the kitchen island:( texted heejin. you smiled to yourself, muttering a small “loser.” before getting off the couch and making your way over to the kitchen where you saw her water bottle sitting exactly where she had said it was. after you grabbed the water bottle, you made your way towards the front door, slipping shoes on, and putting a cap on before leaving to run your quick errand.

or so you thought.

as soon as you walked into the practice room where heejin was doing an impressively long plank, you felt drawn to her, almost like she put a spell on you that made you want to stick around for the rest of her workout. you placed her water bottle next to her, she thanked you while still planking, and with that you made your way towards the wall opposite of her, sliding your back down it to sit down. a timer had gone off a couple minutes later, signifying that her plank was done with. heejin sat on her knees, grabbing the ipad she used to time her plank, turning it off.

“thanks for bringing my water bottle by the way, that plank almost killed me.” heejin chuckled while opening her water bottle, taking the biggest gulps you’ve ever seen her take. a couple water droplets fell, dribbling down her chin before eventually falling and rolling down her chest. the stray water droplets had caught your eye, but you shook your head, attempting to get any lewd thoughts you may have just had out of your head.

heejin carried on with her workout, getting through it with ease since you were there for moral support even if you only nodded and smiled when heejin would ask you any sort of question. you were too focused on every bead of sweat that formed over time with her workout. you found yourself not even being able to snap yourself out of your thoughts, fully letting any and every thought consume your brain until heejin started clapping her hands.

“hello? earth to y/n? you there?” heejin clapped and chuckled, catching your attention. you blinked a couple times, shaking your head and apologizing. who knew you could get so lost in your thoughts. “do you mind getting me a towel from that rack over there? i'm drenched.” heejin continued to which you nodded.

“you’re not the only one that’s drenched.” you muttered to yourself, giggling under your breath while grabbing a towel from the rack and making your way towards her. she thanked you, using the towel to wipe the sweat off. you couldn’t help but watch as she wiped herself dry. just when you thought you were being somewhat subtle, heejin snapped her fingers, catching your attention once again.

“i know you’ve been staring this entire time, that’s why you stuck around for my workout, huh? you enjoy watching me sweat? does it turn you on?” heejin smirked, watching as your cheeks started to turn a light shade of red out of embarrassment. “oh come on, don’t get embarrassed now.” she chuckled, cupping your jaw with her hand free hand that wasn’t holding the towel, pulling you into a lust filled kiss that only deepened after heejin dropped the towel she was holding. she pulled away, admiring your face filled with bliss, rubbing her thumb against your lip before smirking.

“i want you to suck me off.” heejin blatantly said, grabbing your hand to cup her hard on. “let me feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, sound good?” you nodded, licking your lips to which heejin nodded in response. you got down on your knees, pulling her gray sweats down, seeing her imprint in her boxers before teasingly pulling her boxers down while looking up at her. you held her hard on with one hand as you gave a gentle lick to her tip, getting a taste of her precum that had started to ooze out. heejin brought a hand down to your hair, grabbing a handful while uttering praises of how good you were doing already.

you got closer to the base, licking a stripe up from her balls to her tip before leaving little kisses down her shaft, licking another stripe up to the tip. the sensations made heejin lull her head back, letting her mouth open with an ‘o’ which only got bigger when she gasped as you took her tip in your mouth, circling your tongue around it.

“fuck, feels so good.” she cursed, readjusting her grip on your hair, pushing your head a bit to fit more of her length into your mouth. you gagged a bit which made heejin almost cum on the spot. she knew she was too big for you, but that was ok because she’d be sure to make up for any throat pain later.

once you let your throat adjust to how much of heejin’s length you had in your mouth, you continued to bob your head up and down at a slow pace, letting your throat adjust to more and more of her length until you had gotten down to her base. you moved back, removing her entire cock from your mouth, letting your hand jerk her off to spread your saliva for extra lubrication, making sure to rub your thumb across her tip when it got to the top. heejin was starting to get impatient, it seemed like you were teasing at this point and she wasn’t having it.

heejin brought her other hand up to grab another chunk of your hair before telling you to move your hand, slamming her cock into your mouth, hearing you gag, but not caring anymore. heejin proceeded to fuck your mouth, letting out grunts and moans as you continued to gag, tears rolling down your face from the constant gagging.

“look up at me, let me see those tearing eyes of yours, slut.” heejin said, to which you obediently did, staring up at her with teary eyes as she proceeded to roughly fuck your face. you attempted to flatten out your tongue more and when you did, it sent a wave of pleasure over heejin which caused her to thrust once more into your mouth, shooting ropes of her thick cum down your throat. heejin heavily breathed, attempting to catch her breath as she pulled out of your mouth, a string of saliva mixed with cum following. heejin let go of your hair, ruffling it up as she watched you swallow any leftover cum.

“you did such an amazing job for me, drink some water because i’m not done with you yet.” heejin held her water bottle towards you as she menacingly looked at the wall with mirrors along it.

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huhjxn · 1 year

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a soulmate who wasn't meant to be

jeon heejin x fem!reader

warm hugs that lingers a bit too long and loving gazes that seems more than friendly. all the hints told you that jeon heejin liked you back, or that you have a chance at least. so why are the both of you hurting? roughly inspired by the song of the same title by jess benko.

! : angst, betrayal (leading someone on), rejection, heejin why???

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It’s so frustrating.

Perhaps it is the worst decision you’ve ever made.

And unfortunately, you can’t take back what you’ve said.

You could feel the tears that are continuously streaming down your face but you couldn’t care less at the moment; you felt so vulnerable, so weak, so small in front of her.

The girl who you thought had shared the same feelings as you did.

And so you ran as fast as you could, and in no time, you reached the comfort of your home. You were heavily panting as you felt a crushing sensation in your chest.

"Y/N?" Your roommate approached you, wiping her eyes and she yawned. She took another good look at you when you didn’t respond and gasped softly at the sight of you.

"I don’t want to force you into anything," You said shakily, "Because I know that wouldn’t be fair to you."

Heejin’s eyes start to get glossy; she had seen this sight before, but this time, she’s the one who’s causing the damage.

You closed your eyes shut and inhaled deeply before continuing "...But if there’s even just a small chance that this could work…"

"There isn’t," Heejin said sternly. She really hates that she had to be brutally honest with you and cause more of your tears to fall, but she believed that she had no other choice.

It’s for your own sake.

She was just sparing you from a bigger heartbreak.

All of a sudden, you could feel the familiar pain in your chest. "Right… I’ve been here," You thought.

You stared at your feet and attempted to wipe the tears on your face, and you can’t help but chuckle sarcastically at the absurdity of the situation that you were in, "I guess I never learn."

Heejin was about to reach out to you, her concern growing every second that passes; you’re her best friend after all.

But before her hand even gets to brush yours, you took a step back like her touch was the most dangerous thing in the world. Although at this moment, it really seemed like it was.

Heejin’s eyebrows knit together as she stared at your frame, "Y/N…"

"I’m sorry," You stated without meeting her eyes, "For taking advantage of your friendship…" You trailed off. Heejin shakes her head, the guilt is starting to eat her alive, "No, Y/N it’s–"

"I’m sorry," was all she heard before seeing you flee the scene, and in an instant, you were gone.

All she could do was stand there and hope that you would get over her and find someone who would love and appreciate you the way you deserved.

Heejin was dragging her feet as she went back to the dorms. The first one to greet her as she opened the door was Sooyoung, who smiled warmly at her, but the smile immediately fell as she saw how worn out her friend looked.

Sooyoung hesitates for a second, but she asks cautiously, "Heejin, are you okay?" Their members’ eyes landed on them as they heard the girl’s concerned voice asking that question, and they stared in shock at how the dark-haired girl looked.

Heejin leaves her shoes by the doorway before heading in the direction of her room, ignoring her unnie’s question and her members’ stares altogether.

As she finally arrives at the safety of her room, she immediately lies on her bed, hoping that when she wakes up, everything will be fine; that everything that had happened beforehand was all a cruel nightmare.

She hoped that she hadn’t just broken your heart into millions of tiny pieces. "There’s nothing else I could do," Heejin thought to herself.

All Heejin wanted was to close her eyes and forget about the events that occurred earlier, but unfortunately for her, she wasn’t able to get any sleep that night.

You could not believe how it all went downhill so fast. Heejin has always been there for you ever since you were kids, and you made sure that you'll always be the person that she'll run to when she's faced with problems.

Back in the day, the problems that you would talk about are not having enough money to buy the candy bar in the convenience store which turned to not getting enough rest and having a math exam the next day, which also turned to Heejin doubting whether she has what it takes to debut as the first member of LOONA, until the problems that the both of you discussed relatively developed as the both of you matured.

Jeon Heejin was your best friend before anything else. She's the friend that you would always lean on, and you were most definitely that person for her as well, even when she was met with eleven other girls that seemed as though they were destined to be together.

Naturally, she became preoccupied when she debuted as an idol, but somehow, the girl always managed to find time to hangout with you and to catch up, feeling as though something's missing when she doesn't get to spend time with you, and frankly, you felt the same way.

While Heejin followed her dreams, you tried to achieve yours as well, staying at the same school which you and Heejin attended, until eventually, you had to transfer to a university and attain higher education.

Sometimes, you felt that it was so overwhelming; having a famous friend is proven to be a struggle especially when hanging out with her in public, which was why both of you agreed to meet up in your apartment instead or go out during the evening whenever the both of you wanted to hangout.

In all honesty, you couldn't really remember when you started harboring feelings toward your friend, all you remember was that she had always been the person that you cared about the most, and you only confirmed your attraction towards your friend when you saw that she was being shipped with one of her members named Hyunjin. Although you know that the pair were nothing but friends, you couldn't help but feel the slight possessiveness especially knowing that they spent more time together than Heejin did with you.

But even as a friend, Heejin never failed to reassure you that she's there for you despite all the demands of being an idol. You felt guilty because for some reason, it felt wrong to be attracted to a friend like Heejin when she is being the best friend anyone could ask for, so you tried to find someone else.

"Are you sure about her?" Heejin asked, looking skeptical.

"Look, Heejin, you don't have to interrogate me," you said, trying to ease your friend's worries, "She's cute, she's smart, she's talented, she can literally do everything!" You exclaimed, and Heejin kept eye contact with a sour look on her face, "I mean, she's been giving me all these signals, so it might be safe to assume that I have a chance."

The girl sighed, and you had no idea why she was suddenly being so protective and pessimistic, "But what if she's playing you?" Heejin asked bluntly, "Look, I'm sorry, but I really don't trust this girl."

"Why not?" You inquired, Heejin took a deep breath before replying, "Because I don't know her," the then blonde replied truthfully, her right hand grabbed one of yours then placed her other hand on top of it, "I just don't want you to get hurt, Y/N."

The simple and harmless action made you blush profusely, feeling your face heat up at her words and her actions, but you tried to play it off, shoving her before replying, "You don't have to worry about me, I can handle myself."

However, you definitely couldn't. That night, you came back to your apartment with tears slowly streaming down your face, and Heejin was there to hold you. Most of the time, she wasn't, but she was usually just a call away.

Rubbing small circles on your back as she held you close to her body, she tried to comfort you, "Hey, it's alright, I'm here, I won't leave you."

You couldn't help but sob at her words. Truthfully, you really did find the girl attractive, but you didn't like her the way you did for Heejin; no one can compare to her. But that doesn't mean that you didn't feel betrayed by the girl you confessed to, because you did and it hurts.

It turns out that she was not attracted to girls at all; the reason why she acted like she was interested in you was because she wanted to get back at you, despite not doing anything wrong. According to the girl, her boyfriend that she was dating in secret seems to be attracted to you, so she wanted to get her revenge.

After hearing your explanation, Heejin rolled her hands into a fist, wanting nothing more than to confront the girl that messed with the person she cared about the most.

In all honesty, Heejin was unsure whether her feelings toward you were platonic or if it were something more, but she knew better than to do something about it. She doesn't want to ruin the years of friendship that both of you built from the ground up, and if something does happen, she fears that things might go wrong and everyone she cares about would be negatively impacted by it—if somehow it all becomes public, she's afraid that it might hurt LOONA's reputation, and people including her 'supporters' might come after you.

As a result of those fears, she tries not to think about the uncertain emotions that she feels and simply protects you from the harshness and cruelty of the world, not knowing that someday, she will be the one causing you immense pain.

Heejin woke up the next morning with a heavy heart, the things that had happened the night before evoked different emotions from her, and now she feels emotionally drained, and although she has her members with her, she still craves for your presence.

The girl got up and reached for her phone. The time 2:58 p.m. greeted her harshly, remembering how she was only able to fall asleep at dawn. Heejin had a problem sleeping all night, thinking about how she hurt you, but she kept repeating the same thing in her head: she's doing this for your own good.

She heard a soft knock on her door and saw Haseul's head peeking in.

"Hey, are you up?" The leader asked. Heejin nodded her head before stretching out her arms, "Yeah, I'm sorry, I overslept."

Haseul smiled at the younger member, shaking her head, "Typical Heejin," she thought.

"You don't have to apologize, Heejin," The leader said softly, a gentle smile drawn on her lips, "I heard something happened," she tried to open the topic as she cautiously sat on the girl's bed, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Her leader's voice and comfort was enough to break down the walls that Heejin built as the tears started falling, her palms immediately finding their way to cover her eyes, curling up on the bed.

Haseul looks at the girl with concern laced in her features, she scoots closer to the younger girl then wraps her arms around the poor girl's body, "I'm here, Heejin. All of us are. If you need someone to lean on, we're here to help you."

"I know," Heejin's voice sounded so broken, it made the leader felt more protective of the girl, "But Y/N," Heejin sobbed, and that's when Haseul knew that something bad must've happened, "I can't say the same thing about her, not anymore."

"What do you mean? What happened?" Haseul asked anxiously. Everyone in LOONA knows just how much the both of you treasured each other, so Haseul couldn't help but get worried at her member's words.

"I messed up, unnie," Heejin cried harder. Haseul tried to comfort the girl by drawing circles on her back, but they both know that no matter how hard they try, Heejin's heart was already broken.

As much as you tried to forget about your ex best friend, it proved to be an impossible task. Partly because almost every little thing reminded you of her; clothes, pictures, restaurants, parks, heck even your own room. It also doesn't help that she is gaining more and more attention in South Korea, increasing her brand deals which means that you could practically see her everywhere.

You checked the time on your wrist watch before hurrying to leave. It has already been two years since your last encounter with Heejin, but everyday without her hurts the same. You thought that maybe after you graduate from college and start getting preoccupied with your career, you would finally move on from her, but you couldn't be more wrong.

Walking through the busy streets of Seoul, you tried to hurry so that you wouldn't be late for work. However, the sight before you caused you to stop walking altogether.

There she was, as beautiful as ever, the woman that your heart ached for.

Heejin was standing three stores in front of you, wearing a uniform that the shop provided which means she's probably shooting promotional content as she works part-time for them.

"What are the odds?" you thought, as you felt the cracks on your heart shattering once again. Seeing her bright and beautiful smile gave you so many memories that it felt overwhelming, suffocating even, and that's when you realize that all those little things and places that reminded you of her as well as those posters of her that you see on the streets were nothing compared to actually seeing her in the flesh.

As much as you want to move and run as fast as you can just to escape, your body seems to forbid you from doing so, your eyes still locked on the figure of your past.

And without realizing, your eyes started to become so glossy that you could barely see the girl's features. All of a sudden, all those feelings of regret started coming back to you, wishing that you could go back in time to the day the two of you met, wishing that you could simply ignore her as she tried to befriend you, wishing that you could retract all your steps and erase your history with the girl because you knew that it was the only way for you to move on from the hurt of the rejection you faced.

Because now, as you look into her eyes, you realize that she's simply someone that you used to know; a stranger who knows all your secrets, someone who can make you and break you.

Even as you tried to stop it from happening, you felt the tears cascade from your eyes as you stood there, still frozen on your spot.

You dropped your gaze to the ground and wiped the tears, hindering it from falling any further, and just as you did, the woman responsible for your heartbreak glanced at your direction, squinting her eyes as she saw a familiar figure standing at a distance, then her professional grin gradually dropped, realizing who she was looking at, especially as she figured that you were indeed crying, in public—something that you hated doing.

Heejin is once again reminded of how she was the reason why your friendship ended. Yes, you were the one who confessed, but your confession does not have to put an end to your friendship—it was all on Heejin. At that moment, she was reminded of how you gave her the world and she broke your heart in return; how she let her fears overcome her and how she chose her career over you.

And as you returned your gaze on the celebrity, you realized that she was already aware of your presence, staring at your figure. In a split second, your eyes met, but it didn't feel the same way it did before. Everything felt wrong. And just like the speed of her rejection, she immediately broke eye contact, smiling at the camera as they were about to shoot.

#jeon heejin #jeon heejin x reader #heejin x reader #heejin imagines #heejin scenarios #loona #loonatheworld #loona scenarios #loona imagines #ha sooyoung #cho haseul #jo haseul #huhjxn

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kingmaker-a · 2 months

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Troublemaker | Kim Jungeun

Hogwarts AU

Related: Ecdysis, You're a Keeper

Slytherin Prefect Reader x Gryffindor Troublemaker Kim Lip

Warnings/Tags: Enemies to Lovers(?), Reader is a stickler for the rules, Jungeun is usually up to something, references to other fics

Premise: Jungeun has been a pain in your side ever since you became a prefect. You've lost count of how much time you've lost holding her through detention. However, as the year slowly draws to a close, one routine patrol has you questioning why she causes trouble.

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: I was originally supposed to get this out on her birthday but life ended up happening, so happy valentines instead!

It’s hard to find the truth through tasseled moonlight, wooden oak creaks under every footfall.

You know what you see.

Sunset orange fades to luscious black waves, it clicks like a puzzle piece, a reminder of her haunt, the boathouse afloat Black Lake.

So why was she here?

Wind howls through every nook and cranny of the astronomy tower, creeping through the gaps in your cloak.

Still, she's unceasing in the biting, uncaring cold, much like the orrery that calls the tower home.

Much like you.

“Tch,” your tongue clicks at the roof of your mouth, frustration boils below the surface as you roll your neck.

She doesn't shift, doesn't budge an inch in the face of your restrained frustration.

A subtle kindness given your history.

Your thumb runs over the cold metal of your badge. Too many detentions to count.

At least half of them could've been avoided, if she didn’t look so smug, beaming with an almost arrogant pride.

Like she wanted to be caught.

Yet, there’s none of that, here in this moment.

“Kim,” you beckon, foot bouncing. At least you didn’t have to deal with her much longer.

Her head slinks between her shoulders, leaning deeper against the railing.

You roll your eyes, why your safe haven of all places?

She sighs and you hate the way it tugs, pulls you closer. If she hears your approach, she makes no acknowledgement, her eyes linger on the courtyard far below.

Your ears prickle against the sound of metal against metal, slight and faint. Your eyes remain focused, diligent, plucking out the distant paired silhouettes, one Gryffindor, one Slytherin.

She scoffs when you take your spot next to her, elbows resting against the railing. You can't help the scowl that burns across your lips as you lean forward, too preoccupied with your prefect duties.

It’s a brief glance at her that paints the picture, melancholic and lost.

Your eyes trace back over the figures, you can practically feel the pulse of animosity and conflict, it burns in the Slytherin’s veins.

Hyeju and Keeper.

“You know if it bothers you so much, they are breaking curfew.” It’s unlike you to offer a kindle of warmth, unlike you at least, when it comes to her.

That's why you're not surprised when she laughs, unable to reel it in as she keels against the railing.

Her hair ripples with sunlight for the briefest moments, her laughter waters her eyes as her fingers stem the flow.

“You know,” her words are like the first bite into decadent chocolate. “No one would believe me if I told them you were funny.”

There’s a wistfulness to her smile as her eyes languish back to the courtyard, it’s frail, drought with something unspoken. There’s a slight gleam to her eyes as she settles, tentatively, on you.

“It’s fine, really.” She falters underneath your serious gaze, choosing to focus on the night sky. You catch the slightest glint of something metallic in her hand, red and gold. It catches against the moonlight before she finally palms it. “If anything it’s my fault.”

Her eyes crinkle as she offers another smile, another attempt in reassurance.

This wasn’t your dynamic, it’s always been an accustomed silence in detention. Aside from the brief arguments she paints in her defense, it’s never been more than that.

Yet, something shifts, under the shade of her melancholy. Perhaps, the night brings with it, its own sort of magic.

You take a deep breath, eyes cast asunder through the dark crevices of the night.

“What’s on your mind Kim?”

The wind howls in those few silent, fraught seconds. You miss the luster of moonlight that flashes through her hair.

She scoffs, reality crashes against her in a gigantic wave. It’s an odd comfort to have you of all people check up on her. You don’t notice the way her eyes linger on you with a shaky edge.

Her eyes trail yours, gliding against speckled fairy dust.

Her breath grows shaky, wheezing with a poor attempt at a laugh.

“A lot.”

Her words weigh heavy with the black that mars her hair. She almost sinks lower under your gaze.

Orange has always been one of your favorite colors, even in spite of Jungeun’s insipid antics.

Somehow, part of you misses the flare of orange. Even if it often spelt the loss of your own free time.

Metal grinds against the railing, a nervous twitch.

“Run me through it, Jungeun.” It’s not often that your voice is painted with a soft velvet, even more so in her company.

You can’t help but arch an eyebrow as she whines, shrinking against the railing. Her hair runs adrift with waves of moonlight.

It’s hard to pick out, against the moonlight. But part of you swears there’s the slightest hint of rosy pink.

She steadies herself, tugged ashore by a deep breath as her hair returns to a deep obsidian black.

You two have never been particularly close.

But there’s something held in the cloisters of the astronomy tower, that almost makes it feel otherwise.

“Do you like Keeper?”

Her eyebrows scrunch, pulled together at the ends by a rough indignance. It slowly softens, lingering like a fading wave.

Her voice is small, soft like flakes of snow.

“No.”

Her lips scrunch, almost wincing as she says it.

“Not romantically at least…”

There’s something that catches on her breath as she looks at you, forlorn and lost. Her eyes shimmer like glass as her lips quiver.

It’s odd to see her offer a smile to you of all people, caught in the dust of those frail, heart aching moments.

It falters and slips, crashing against the ground like a glass of wine.

For the first time you’re hesitant.

If she was any of your other peers, you’d pull her close like a held breath.

Perhaps it is the house of the lion that holds her strong as she offers a weak laugh. Her teeth flare into an almost ironic smile.

“I said, I’d always have their back.” Her grip tightens against the railing, knuckles twisting into a bone white. “...and I didn’t-”

You can’t help the smile that burns across your lips, settling into a soft smirk.

“You told Yoongi about the tea shop.”

It’s hard to ignore the enjoyment you feel as she deflates, eyes pointed like a dagger.

“You know you’re ruining the fun.”

“Isn’t that my job?”

She rolls her eyes with an annoyed knowing groan. In spite of it all, her lips curve into a soft, curious smile.

She offers you her hand, the moment is soft and almost poignant.

If not for the object held in her palm.

It glimmers softly in the moonlight.

A Gryffindor prefect badge.

“It might be my job soon,” her hair brims with the slightest hint of life, the darkest shade of orange you can imagine.

The details aren’t lost on you, as irrelevant as they might be. The badge in its own way, being a weird, twisted sort of inheritance, set forth by Kim ‘Sua’ Bora.

She had always been brash and confident almost arrogantly so, but you never expected her to end up bedridden in St. Mungo’s.

There is something to be said about lions not being ravens.

“You don’t sound too enthused,” your voice clings to the eves, between the sparkle held between distant stars.

Her smile falters, scraped off like flaking paint. “I-... yeah.”

The orrery ticks away, unceasing in its ministrations. You can taste the cold edge of the night air, it creeps in, snuffing the flame of any words that burn at your throat.

She turns to you, eyes soft like sugar glass.

“...You really don’t have anything to say huh?” It’s hard to notice that which goes unsaid in her voice, it’s a spattering of paints, messy and troublesome. It tastes of melancholy, yet it burns with the poison of something else entirely.

She laughs with an almost throaty derision, the punchline to an unspoken joke.

“You really don’t care huh?” She scoffs, her voice echoing with wounds and scars, her hair burns an almost violent shade of orange. “I’ve been a pain in your ass since you became a prefect.”

Her teeth grit together like sandstone and gravel. It’s hard to ignore the way her eyebrows twitch and tense as it all slowly fades under a shaky breath.

So too does the orange, fading into the familiar shade of sunset orange, that you’d come to know.

The exact same shade that was your favorite.

She laughs weakly, as if it should be obvious.

But you don’t see the joke.

“...Fuck,” she wheezes, there’s a dreary fatigue that clings to every syllable. “I know we’re not close, but nothing? Not even a hint of annoyance? Frustration at whoever was stupid enough to sign off on this mess?”

She was right… That is a lot.

Her hand presses into her face, fingers eventually settling on the bridge of her nose. Her breathing, seethes, boiling with a frothing edge.

There’s something that lingers on the tip of her tongue, a snake ready to pounce, violent and eager.

“Are you done Jungeun?”

Despite all that brims below the surface, she pulls back, lips settling into the slightest scowl. Her eyes burn with a defiant heat, even if nothing else leaves her lips.

She’s ready to jump at any mistake or sign of weakness. Sadly for her, there will be no such moment.

“Who,” It’s felt in your tone, rigid and cold like the harshest winter. You push forward prodding with an annoyed arch of a brow.

“Do you think Headmistress Kwon,” each word pushes her back as her feet stumble desperately to keep pace. The blood of the snake salivates at the surprise that echoes in her eyes. “Went to first?”

Her back catches against ancient stone, her hands holding her steady.

… She’s beautiful, painted lovingly by the moonlight. It’s hard not to smile, it really is.

She gulps nervously as she looks up at you, the fire of trouble and rebellion snuffed under your gaze.

You place a hand just shy of her face, the ancient stone of Hogwarts is cool to the touch.

She twitches anxiously, gaze turning away from you, cast out towards the pale moonlight.

She's a far cry from the girl who stood before you mere moments before, even further still from the troublemaker you had come to know.

A memory sticks out to you, a question from Minji on the eve of your fifth year. It’s odd the way you can trace the anxiety, inch by inch.

“What's your favorite color?”

It’s hard to miss the way she squirms under your prolonged gaze, much like she did back then.

You smile, fingers trailing through the strands that frame her face. She can't help the way she nuzzles into your touch, her lips curving into the smallest smile.

Your thumb caresses her cheek, tugging ever so softly,“you really are trouble, you know?”

Her smile deepens as she loses herself in your eyes. Her hand clasps over yours pulling your touch deeper.

“You finally noticed huh?” her voice reduced to a soft velveteen. Part of you still hates the cocky, coy smile that blooms across her lips.

But you’re too focused on the fingers that linger against your chin, coaxing you forward with her half lidded eyes.

She kisses you.

Her lips ache with tentative softness, an anxious worry that you can taste in those chaste moments between two.

A smile licks its way across her lips, eyes lingering with a rosy hue.

“Only for you.”

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c4llezz · 1 year

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THIRD TIME’S THE CHARM?

Requested: Yes. heejin x producer!reader where they’re in a secret relationship and the members slowly start to realize

HEEJIN X PRODUCER!READER

TW: bbc 😰

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1.1K

A/N: Just a few hours until next year starts where I live. If you live in the eastern part happy new year!! I hope 2023 treats you good and that many of your dreams come true!!

Gif is not mine

Expect a lot of mistakes, happy reading!

You didn’t imagine that having a year before finishing college you’d be able to get a job (at something related to your major) quickly, but since your cousin had good contacts he got you an internship at an entertainment company. You were not able to make any kind of music and the only thing you did was bring coffee to other staff members, it was not what you were expecting but when your shift ended and no one else was in the building you could enter the studio and work different sounds here and there, without anyone noticing of course. Although your secret didn’t last long.

On one of your secret sessions, you were experimenting with different sounds when Heejin entered the room, you were so immersed in what you were doing that you didn’t notice the girl until she decided to make her presence known by touching your shoulder. You haven’t even seen her face but you were already begging her to not tell anyone, she was taken aback by your actions but she insisted she was not going to do anything to get you in trouble. That night you ended up talking for hours and your friendship started blooming from there.

Since you were an intern you were not supposed to be friends with any of the girls, so whenever you both had free time you’d meet up in places that were not frequently used in the company so you could talk freely. Sometimes you’d also meet up in places outside the company where you didn’t have to worry too much about staff seeing you together. You couldn’t remember when your friendly hangouts turned into something more intimate, but you were definitely not complaining and when you asked her out (officially) she eagerly accepted.

Six months into your internship you were requested to help in one of the recordings of Loona’s new mini album, because the one officially in charge had some problems at home or something along the lines- you were too excited to care.

The first days were quite awkward, but with the girl's personalities, you were comfortable talking to them without Heejin around, although she was always there by your side. The other members didn’t question the closeness you two had, even if they did find it strange.

The first to ask about the relationship between you was Haseul. As the group leader, she was always looking after everyone and often noticed how they acted in different situations. Seeing the younger laughing and being touchy- more than her usual self- with the new producer- sparked her curiosity. So one time she saw the opportunity and casually asked “What’s with you and the producer?”

The bunny-like girl only shrugged and answered “We are close” is not like she was trying to hide your relationship from her friends, she was just too entertained by the way you looked working in your element, she always found it extremely…cute.

The next one to ask was Yves. After Heejin stayed back to “polish some things on some of the lines” for the third time she was getting suspicious. She actually never thought you had something going on, she believed you had something against her member and she wanted to make sure you knew you shouldn’t mess with any of her girls.

So when she entered the studio while you were editing and grabbed the back of your chair to turn you around you could only think of one thing to say “I already have a girlfriend.” That had completely ruined the ‘epic’ entrance she had done to scare you and instead make her skin look like a tomato.

“Yah! I don’t like you like that!” she looked down to regain her confidence, then she turned to look at you again her gaze harder than before “If you continue to mess with Heejin, I’ll make you pay. I know she’s been distracted but that does not give you the right to make her stay for extra hours while everyone is already eating and resting.”

“I don’t think she’s distracted, it was just an excuse to help her with something she’s been working on lately” It was not a lie, your girlfriend had asked you to help her with a song she has wanted to cover for a while, she also liked to call it couple bonding. “And don’t worry, I always make sure she eats and sleeps, that is one of my priorities.”

Yves was so embarrassed by her assumptions that she didn’t realize the meaning behind your words and only muttered an “I’m really sorry” before leaving the room, almost crashing into the girl you had been talking about just a minute ago.

The third- and last- time, Kim Lip was the one asking, indirectly. You had requested a meeting to show the girls how the album was going, in the room, there was only you and them because you wanted them to tell you their opinions before you officially showed it to the company. “So Y/N…Yves Unnie told me you had a girlfriend, is that correct?” the 6th girl asked after everyone had said their comments on the songs. You nodded to her question with a smile. “An what is she like?”

“She is amazing” you started, capturing the attention of all the girls in the room “Even if she is the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen I think what make me start liking her was her kind and selfless personality. She is also extremely hardworking and talented, she drew this actually!” you showed them your wallpaper, the drawing of a bunny with a phrase that read ‘no bunny (body hehe) compares to you’. “Ignore the pun, she is a loser.”

“Hey!” Heejin shouted from her place, “Don’t call your girlfriend that!”

“Are you complaining because you would use that pun too?” Hyunjin teased “Now that I think of it, that drawing looks a lot like the one you were doing last week” she mentioned.

“That’s why it looked familiar!” Chuu said “It is really similar, maybe your girlfriend could be friends with Heeki”

You shook your head “I don’t think that’s possible. It could be kind of lame to be honest. Being friends with yourself, I mean.“ Everyone started nodding their head agreeing with you until it registered what you had said in their mind.

“I knew it!” Haseul exclaimed. “Why did you hide it when I first asked you about it?”

Heejin shrugged “I didn’t hide it, I was distracted and didn’t focus on your question. I would’ve told you the truth if I had.”

Hyeju sighed “Well, now that the secret's out I can finally say that I saw you kissing twice.”

“Yes, you were not as discreet as you thought” Vivi added.

“YOU BOTH KNEW?!”

#gg imagines #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #girl group reactions #loona imagines #loona scenarios #loona x reader #loona heejin #heejin x reader

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ggreactionsandscenarios · 11 months

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Hey!! Can I ask for a scenario with LOONA's Chuuves (Chuu + Yves), where they are arguing on who you're favorite member LOONA member is and trying to give you gifts (bribe you) to choose them, but then you end up choosing someone else (because you can't choose between your girlfriends/want to mess with them a bit)? 💕

Chuu x Yves x Reader

I like.. Choerry

"Come on Y/N just tell Chuu I'm your favorite, you're just being cruel at this point."

Chuu looked at you angrily waiting for your answer, her cheeks all red because of how she keeps holding her breath out of anger, which to be honest is really cute.

"I won't choose, end of discussion."

You turned your back at them and walked towards the other girls, annoyed by this never ending argument. They followed you and sat on both of your sides, trapping you.

"You don't have to, you already did at some point, it's only natural."

Yves continued, she was unusally persistent today, Chuu probably told her she was your favorite.

You looked at the concerned girl suspisciously.

"You started this didn't you ?"

Your girlfriend looked at you innocently.

"I only said the truth."

"Which would be ?"

"That I'm your favorite out of the twelve of us because I'm the cutest."

The statement was obviously paired with a cute face, everything to make you agree. But you knew better than to get into your girlfriends' arguments.

"I never said that."

You wouldn't give them the possibility to put that on you, if they wanted to fight it'll be between the two of them.

You took your fork and were about to put it in your mouth when Yves cut you off.

"So I'm your favorite ! I knew it !"

You sighed, you weren't going to be able to eat at peace it seems.

"I didn't say that either."

"Oh come on you have to choose !"

You rolled your eyes.

"Okay Choerry is my favorite."

They were about to continue harassing you for an answer but stopped.

"Wait what ?"

"I like Choerry, now can I eat ?"

They both looked at each other while the other girls were laughing at their antics.

"You can't just say Choerry like that."

"Why not ?"

"She ain't cuter than me..." "..and she ain't sexier than me..."

Both were questioning their whole lives.

"Am I not sexy enough ?.." Yves was clearly in the middle of a mental breakdown.

"Olivia Hye I am cute, right ?"

"No."

You choke at her response even though it was expected.

Choerry obviously arrived at this moment and received terrifying stares from both of your girlfriends.

"What did I do again ?"

"Are you trying to steal our girlfriend ?"

"What ?! No, why ?"

"Y/N said you're her favourite, tell us your secret."

You took the knife out of Sooyoung's hands and put it down on the table far away from her reach.

"Oh thanks Y/N."

"You're welcome."

You chuckled at how she was blushing well until you felt two pairs of eyes digging holes in both your sides.

"Okay girls, that's enough I love you both very much, I don't have any favorite."

They both crossed their arms.

"Oh you do, we all heard it."

Man you were in deep trouble, you spend the rest of the day trying to make up with your girlfriends.

You knew you shouldn't have answered.

Hey, finally posting your request. Hope you like it. Have a good day/night 😘 -Ael

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justalonelybitch · 1 year

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What Could Have Been..

Ha Sooyoung x F!Reader (Ft. Heejin & Chuu)

Genre: Angst, Sprinkled in Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, Loneliness, Rejection

Word Count: 7.1k

Buy Me A Coffee :)

A melodious chuckle slipped past your lips as you skipped down the stone path, arm linked with your best friend’s as the wind blew in your hair. Both of you were uncaring of the world around you, paying no mind to the odd looks shot your way from any lingering strangers strolling through the dully illuminated park. You couldn't remember what prompted this sudden burst of energy, but all you knew was that you’d never felt more free. In a land far away from the one filled with burdensome obligations, the only one in which you could achieve true happiness. Ha Sooyoung was your key to that world.

Without her it was simply black and white. She was your everything. Sooyoung brought meaning to your colourless life, setting it ablaze with her charming personality. She was by your side through thick and thin, always offering you a dazzling smile and a friendship that would last a lifetime. She’d first approached you at a dance competition in which you’d attended to support a friend, but you’d managed to catch her eye as you cheered passionately in the crowd. It was then that she knew she wanted you to be the one cheering for her in the future. All it took was a few flirty lines, shared giggles and the rest was history. Texting each other nonstop turned into daily face times and then weekly gatherings.

Two years later and you were still attached at the hip, spending every waking moment with each other. No matter where you were, if you were together, nothing else mattered. But as the months ticked by, things began to change. When you looked at her you were struck with an unexplainable feeling, something completely unknown. Sooyoung’s gentle gaze as she tried to playfully cheer you up when sad had butterflies fluttering to life inside your stomach. Her smug smile as she let a witty line roll carelessly off her tongue made heat rush to your cheeks. Every time her hand brushed against yours and she silently laced them together, biting back a shy smile as your heart jumped to life in your chest.

You were hopelessly in love with Ha Sooyoung.

She had you wrapped around her finger with ease. You couldn’t help but read into her actions, giving you the slightest glimmer of hope that she may actually return your feelings of adoration. The closeness of your friendship made it feel as though you had already engaged in a courtship. You held hands, cuddled, shared beds, went out on ‘dates’, she even kissed your cheek or forehead each time you parted ways. You were stuck between what was and what could be. When she was with you, everything was perfect, but when you were alone, questions regarding the relationship flooded your mind. More than friends, yet less than lovers.

“Y/n? Are you still with me?” Sooyoung asked, poking your cheek, she chuckled at your spaced out expression. Blinking rapidly, you stumbled back slightly at the close proximity of your faces, a pink hue tainting your cheeks. “Where’d that pretty little head of yours take you?” She inquired, raising a perfectly sculpted brow in curiosity. “It’s nothing,” you mumbled, averting your gaze shyly. “Is nothing really more important than being with your favourite person in the universe?” She teased, a smug expression already creeping onto her face. Grumbling, you sent a glare her way, slapping her shoulder playfully. “You’re such a flirt!” You complained, rolling your eyes at her witty line.

“How can I not flirt with someone as gorgeous as you~” She joked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as she pulled you closer. “Shut up!” You exclaimed, eyes wide as you attempted to push her off you, but she only tugged you impossibly closer. Ducking your head in hopes of hiding the bright blush that spread across your face, you muttered profanities under your breath. You weren’t sure when, but the two of you began to stroll through the empty park, there was something dangerously calming about the silent night in Sooyoung’s arms. “I just had a terrible idea,” she whispered in your ear, pulling back as she eagerly awaited your response.

“Do I even wanna know?” You asked, gazing up to her with raised brows. “It doesn’t matter, you’ll do it with me anyway,” she grinned, holding her hand out to you expectantly. “I swear to god Sooyoung, I better not hate you after this.” You grumbled, reluctantly placing your hand in hers. You were swiftly yanked after Sooyoung as she dragged you further into the moonlit park. “You could never hate me!” She yelled over her shoulder smugly, pulling you towards the park's water feature. “Please tell me this isn’t what I think it is,” you whined as she came to an abrupt halt before a blast of water came shooting out from the ground.

Sooyoung turned to you with a mischevious grin, unable to hide the amusement that danced in her eyes. “You only live once,” she declared, shrugging her shoulders as she gazed at the several spurts of water bursting into the air. “I’d rather live without being drenched in a fountain at midnight,” you deadpanned, trying to free your hand from your grasp, but to no avail. “That’s just too bad,” Sooyoung hummed, a feigned expression of faux disappointment masking her features as she shook her head, tutting in disapproval. Your eyes widened as you were suddenly jerked under the spray of water, shrieking as it came in contact with you.

“YAH! HA SOOYOUNG!” You shouted, glaring up at the taller girl. She broke down in a fit of laughter, grasping at her stomach as it tensed with her joy. “I’m gonna kill you,” you yelled as she hastily ripped her hand from yours, darting into the spray of water in hopes of escaping your wrath. You wasted no time in breaking out into a sprint, chasing after her as she led you in circles. Laughter bubbled from your chests as you crashed into each other, her arms wrapping securely around your waist to ensure you didn’t slip. “You’re something else, Ha Sooyoung,” you stated, shaking your head in amusement.

“Hey, I’m older than you,” she scolded, playfully patting your butt with a teasing grin. “You’re already here now, no harm in staying, right?” She persuaded, using that dazzling smile of hers to convince you. “I hate you,” you groaned, letting your head fall on her shoulder, the fabric of your clothing sticking to your skin. “Lies,” her chest shook with laughter, the fountains spray landing water droplets on your head. “Would you care for a dance, M’Lady?” She asked, your ears picking up on the faintest music from afar, likely from a quaint cafe. “That’s your thing, not mine,” you reminded, content to just stay as you were.

“Just follow my lead,” she urged, grasping your hands and bringing them up to her neck. Rolling your eyes, you let your hands rest on her shoulders, attempting to ignore how close her face was to yours. You gasped as her hands gripped your hips, tugging you dangerously closer. She moved slowly to the tempo of the music, guiding you with each step she took. Sooyoung’s eyebrows were sewn together, lip jutting out in concentration. Your fingers curled into the delicate fabric of her dampened sweater, eyes roaming her face as you admired her natural beauty, features lit up by the moon's dull glow.

Once you found yourself in a rhythm, she tilted her head to meet your gaze, a ghost of a smile adorning her face. Her hand travelled up to gently caress your cheek, brushing a dampened strand of hair that stuck to your face behind your ear, the wet tangle tickling your neck. Her hand paused at your jaw, eyes staring deeply into your own, swirling with an emotion foreign to you. “Sooyoung..” you uttered in a whisper, eyes wide with intrigue. She hummed lowly, a far away look reflecting in her chocolate orbs, her dark locks brushing against your fingertips as you swayed to the music.

“I like you,” you admitted, the words flying from your parted lips before you had the chance to process them. One slip of the tongue and the fate of your friendship was left dangling by a fine thread. May it hang on, or fracture under the weight of your confession? A hint of a smile quirked the corner of her lips, your eyes shining hopefully, carefully observing for any details that may soften the blow of whatever was to come. It vanished just as quickly as it appeared, her forehead creasing in a conflicted frown. Sooyoung’s lips parted, but no words followed, the eerie silence of the still night ringing in your ears.

The intimate slow dance you shared came to an awkward halt, Sooyoung’s hand slipping from your face, your skin burning at the loss of contact. “I’m sorry,” Sooyoung choked out, the words piercing your heart. You swiftly nodded your head in understanding, a wordless plea for her not to continue, the outcome already made painfully clear. Sooyoung’s gaze was fixed on her shoes, as fidgeted with the hems of her sleeves, scuffing her boot against the stone. “I don’t know what to say,” she huffed as you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, clenching your jaw in a desperate attempt to hold back your tears.

“I wish I could accept your feelings..” She trailed off, an uncomfortably tense atmosphere looming over the both of you. “It’s fine, I should probably get going anyway.” You rushed out, voice wavering as you blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. Quick to turn on your heel, you settled on escaping the scene as quickly as possible. “Wait! It’s late, at least let me walk you home,” Sooyoung grasped your wrist gently, forehead creased in a frown. You reluctantly turned to meet her gaze, fresh tears cascading down your cheeks, hoping the light spray of the fountain would mask your anguish.

Sooyoung’s grip loosened, eyes shining with tears of her own as she glanced at your bleak expression, your eyes dull. You wordlessly tugged your hand from hers, sniffling as you hastily walked away from her. She let you go. Sooyoung stared after you, watching attentively as you faded into the darkness of the night, her heart painfully thumping in her chest, aching with loss. “Fuck,” she muttered profanities under her breath, frustratedly running her hand through her hair. She merely stood numbly under the shower of water, letting it soak her clothes. She couldn’t bring herself to move, letting the water streak down her face alongside her freshly shed tears.

You lay lifelessly in your bed, staring up at the ceiling blankly, ignoring the persistent grumble of your stomach. The day had progressed far too slowly for your liking, giving you far too much time to dwell on the previous night's catastrophe. Your emotions were yet to settle, a jumble of embarrassment, sadness and uncertainty remained with you. Unsure of the path your friendship with Sooyoung would lead to after this stumble. You awoke to a few stray messages from Sooyoung, subtly checking up on you, and asking if you wanted to hang out. You cringed at the thought, brushing her off with ease, saying you were feeling under the weather, not a complete lie.

A part of you felt bad, but you simply couldn’t bear to face her right now. You knew she still cared for you deeply, as did you, hating to think this must have troubled her too. You were relieved that she didn’t hate you for your abrupt confession, but that didn’t numb the pain of rejection. Opting to take a day off from life, you let your duvet swallow you whole, remaining unbothered by the hunger attempting to force you from your bed. Three heavy knocks on your wooden door startled you from your dazed state, jolting you up from your bed. Luck just wasn’t on your side lately.

Tying your tangled hair up in an attempt to maintain your decency, you pulled the door open with a frustrated sigh. Blinking in shock at the sight before you, your brows furrowed together in confusion. “Hey,” Sooyoung mumbled sheepishly, nervously scratching the back of her neck, a paper bag grasped tightly in her free hand. “Hey?” You questioned, warily stepping to the side to let her in. You weren’t cruel enough to make her awkwardly stand in the cold no matter how tense you were. Clicking the door shut, you turned to watch her curiously as she placed the bag on your counter.

“You said you were sick,” she explained, pulling a container of your favourite soup from it. Your heart ached as butterflies fluttered to life in your stomach, conflicted by her kind consideration. “Thank you, you didn’t have to,” you expressed your gratitude, trying to remember that she was still your friend, not just the person who shattered your heart into a million fine shards. “It’s the least I can do, it’s my fault you’re sick anyway. If I hadn’t dragged you into that water,” she stated regretfully, gazing at you apologetically. The silence was deafening, both of you just staring into eachothers eyes. Sooyoung’s chocolate orbs lit up as she reached back into the brown paper bag, breaking the silence as she riffled through it.

You couldn’t help but smile as she triumphantly held up your favourite movie in an attempt to cheer you up. She grinned at the sight, fulfilling her duties as your best friend, even if she was the one who’d caused you pain, she wouldn’t leave you stranded alone to wallow in your sadness. She settled on the couch, forehead creasing in a frown as you chose to sit in the furthest place from her. Sooyoung could hardly blame you for keeping your distance, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. As the movie progressed, you let out a few laughs, momentarily forgetting about everything that had transpired and just enjoying the company of your best friend.

One too many laughs had triggered a coughing fit to bubble up your throat. “Shit, Y/n!” Sooyoung cursed, rushing off to get you a glass of water before clumsily stumbling back to your side. You carefully gulped down the cold liquid, syphoning it to your tongue. Sooyoung’s hand resided on your back, rubbing it encouragingly as you recovered. She pressed the palm of her free hand to your forehead, scowling at the heat it emitted. “You’re burning up,” she informed, glancing at your wide eyed self. You awkwardly shuffled backwards, brushing off her hand, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in contemplation.

“Y/n..” She whispered, eyes reflecting a look of hurt. You pulled your knees up to your chest, feeling small under her gaze. “I’m sorry..” You trailed off, glancing to the empty bowl of homemade soup that lay before the glowing television screen. “I really do appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” you started, anxiously picking at the skin of your fingers. “But I think I just need some space,” you confessed, unable to meet her gaze. Sooyoung’s heart panged in her chest, hopelessly staring at your curled up figure. “I wish I was okay, I tried so hard to act like everything was fine..” You muttered guiltily, sighing at the current predicament.

“But to be honest, I’d be lying to you and myself if I kept going like this.” You admitted, voice trembling unsteadily. Sooyoung nodded in understanding, unsuccessful in blinking back her tears, letting them freely cascade down her cheeks. You were no better, meeting her gaze with tired eyes that shone with tears of your own. She wordlessly begins her retreat from your apartment, lingering near the door for a painful minute. “I’m sorry, Y/n.” Is all she says before slipping out of the door. “I hope this isn’t the end for us,” she whispers against the closed wooden door before reluctantly making her descent down the stone steps.

The prospect of reaching out to Sooyoung only grew more tempting as time passed on, but you couldn’t trust your heart not to fall back into old patterns. It once beat for her, and there was no telling whether it would again or not. One look at her sweet smile and you were bound to fall prey to her charms all over again. Your heart ached in your chest at the thought, longing to be in her alluring presence once more. You had to move on, otherwise you would risk losing your friendship for more than just a temporary break. Unfortunately, overcoming your not so platonic feelings for Ha Sooyoung was a lot easier said than done.

There were several occasions in which you reached for your phone out of habit, wanting to text her about what was going on in your life or just to hear her voice again. You missed her so much it pained you to even think of her, how her soothing voice would always lull you to sleep on face time calls. The more you thought about everything she once was to you, the more you began to hate all those things that made you love her. What you despised most was that you couldn’t really hate her, she was not at fault for your misery. You were the one who had fallen hopelessly in love and now you were paying the price.

Sooyoung hated how lost she was without you in her life. The two of you were constantly joined at the hip, her attention always focused solely on you. The distance only made things worse for Sooyoung. You were always on her mind, distracting her from her studies and keeping her up for numerous sleepless nights. You even invaded her dreams, images of how hurt and defeated you’d looked that day. She was always there to comfort you, no matter what the world thrust upon you. But she couldn’t live with the thought of her being the cause of your anguish.

She respected your wishes, keeping her distance and not making any contact with you. But oh how it pained her to do so. Sooyoung would always catch herself just before she clicked send on a drafted message intended for you. She had to fight so hard to resist the temptation of just showing up at your doorstep and admitting to everything she’d been hiding from you. How she had gotten accepted as a trainee at Block Berry Creative after going to the audition she’d told you about. You were the first person she would’ve called. She knows that she would have to give up the idea of a love life in favour of her dreams, that was the harsh reality of idol life.She was so tempted to throw it all away for you.

As time went on, you began to heal, the distance doing great things for your heart. Regretfully, you never reached out to Sooyoung in fear of landing back at square one. Before you knew it, a year had passed and you had both gone your separate ways. Sooyoung had debuted as a member of Loona shortly after you two parted ways, and was swept up in idol life, giving her no time to reach out to you. She was so busy all the time, working tirelessly in the studio to perfect her talents, hardly given the chance to reminisce about the past. A part of her still longed for you, wishing that the outcome had been different, but it was too late to take it back now.

You strolled through the bustling streets with a pep in your step, phone clasped tightly in one hand, an iced latte in the other. The incessant honking horns of passing cars caught in traffic did nothing to deter your mood. You’d officially completed your studies and had been accepted to work at your dream job as an intern. Today was your day to celebrate, and you were determined to not let anything get in the way of your happiness. Overly caught up in your excitement, you failed to notice the vehicle speeding towards the crossing as you stepped onto it with purpose.

A piercing screech of tyre alerted you, snapping your head up, your lips parted in shock at the sight of a car barreling towards you at top speed. Scrunching your face up, you screwed your eyes shut in fear, accepting of the fate bestowed upon you. Expecting impact, you were startled by the harsh tug on your arm, stumbling backwards into your saviour’s chest. Your heart was pounding rapidly in your chest, unwilling to force your eyes open, plagued with fear and uncertainty about the events that had transpired.

“You should really be more careful,” a gruff voice commented in your ear, strong arms wrapping securely around your torso. You were thankful for the assistance, your knees having given out from shock. You felt oddly safe in the strangers arms, finding comfort in the security. “Are you okay?” She questioned, tone gentler this time, perhaps realising her initial comment may have been too harsh. You began to hesitantly nod your head, reluctantly removing yourself from the comfort of her arms. “Yeah, just peachy. It’s not everyday you almost die,” you attempted humour as a method of coping with the near death experience.

“Thank you, by the way,” you gazed into her chocolate brown eyes, forming a plan to express your gratitude. “No worries,” she nodded in acknowledgement, shifting her weight from one leg to another as you continued to stare up at her. “Are you sure you’re alright? I’m afraid that if I leave you alone again you may go stumbling in front of a stampede,” she joked, quirking a brow. “Then I suppose you’ll just have to save me again,” you grinned as she chuckled, running a hand through her dark locks. “Sure, princess,” she smirked, a blush spreading across your cheeks at the witty remark.

“I’m Heejin, by the way,” she introduced, a smug smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“Sooyoung unnie,” Yerim called out to the dazed girl, pulling her back to reality. She hummed in response, glancing at the younger in curiosity. “What is it?” She questioned upon seeing the mischievous sparkle in Yerim’s large eyes. “Have you ever been in love?” She asked, an expression of innocence plastered on her youthful features. Sooyoung cleared her throat in surprise, eyes widening at the sudden boldness the younger had acquired. “Why, you haven’t been seeing anyone have you?” She teased, but there was an undertone of worry. She was so young, and the industry was brutal to those who happened to find love. Sooyoung knew that all too well.

“No, I’m too young for that,” Yerim shook her head rapidly in denial, frantically waving her hands about. “I’m only curious, you seem like you’d have more experience than the others,” she continued an eager smile adorning her lips. Sighing, Sooyoung shook her head in mild exhaustion, begging to stand. “It’s a long story, maybe another time,” she attempted to retire to her room, only to be stopped by a firm grip on her wrist. Spinning on her heel, Sooyoung raised a challenging brow at Heejin, who was previously seated quietly beside her. “I’m curious too,” she shrugged her shoulders, releasing her grip on the oldests hand.

“Fine,” Sooyoung huffed, giving in easily and plopping down on the comfortable couch cushions. “What do you want to know then?” She grunted, rolling her eyes in amusement at the way they eagerly approached her sides. “What’s it like?” Yerim asked, clasping her hands together in anticipation. “Love hurts,” the oldest stated bluntly, arms crossed over her chest in slight discomfort at the topic. “It’s not always sunshine and rainbows,” she continued, ignoring the way their eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “It doesn’t always work out,” Sooyoung said, a frown creeping onto her face as images of you infiltrated her mind.

“I loved someone,” she admitted, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. She had wished that you would be the one to hear this confession, it was meant for you after all. “And they loved me too,” Sooyoung uttered, a sad smile adorning her lips. She couldn’t bear to glance at Yerim’s hopeful gaze, it reminded her too much of how you’d looked at her the fateful night it all went wrong. “But love isn’t that simple, it’s more complex than two people sharing feelings for one another.” The oldest sunk her teeth into her pink lips, releasing a shaky breath.

“What do you mean?” Heejin asked, forehead creased in a frown. “I mean it takes more than that. No matter how much you love someone it doesn’t mean it’s the right time, and the moment you realise that is one of the most painful things you can experience.” Sooyoung elaborated, blinking back tears threatening to fall. “Sometimes things don’t work out, and that’s just the way of the world and there's nothing we can do but wonder what could have been,” she finished, abruptly rising to her feet.

Yerim stared after her in curiosity, tilting her head to the side, gnawing at the inside of her cheek in concern. Left restless by her members' blunt confessions, Yerim stumbled to her feet, staggering after Sooyoung. Heejin remained stiffly seated, toying with the hem of her shirt as she pondered the oldests words. She didn’t want to love only to wonder what it could have been. It felt worthless. If there was even the slightest chance that this was the right time for her, she wasn’t going to risk sitting back in fear of losing everything.

You sat on your couch, chin perched atop your first as you gazed up at the television screen. Immersed in the drama, the rapid knocks on the door of your apartment almost went unnoticed. Huffing, you begrudgingly lifted yourself from the soft cushion, shuffling over to the door with reluctance. The hinges whined in protest as you carelessly swung it open, eyebrows sewn together in confusion at the sight before you. “Heejin?” You questioned, unable to mask the surprise that laced your tone.

It wasn’t uncommon for her to spend time passing in your apartment, but she wasn’t one to show up out of the blue. Ever since that fateful day she’d saved you from early demise, an unlikely friendship has blossomed between the two of you. You struggled to recall how you’d become so close so quickly, but you knew she made you happy, and that was all that truly mattered. She had a unique charm, as if an invisible force was pulling the two of you together. Heejin was a breath of fresh air, and you were her escape from the chaos that stormed her life on a daily basis.

“Hey, can I come in?” She asked, tone gentle as she gazed at you. “Do you even have to ask?” You smiled, moving aside so she could step past the threshold. You both made yourselves comfortable on the couch, sitting side by side, knees brushing against each other. Heejin’s eyes were instantly drawn to where your skin met hers, staring down in contemplation. You waited patiently for her to speak, stealing glances at her every few moments. She seemed to be having an internal battle with herself, gaze conflicted as she anxiously fiddled with her fingers.

“I don’t want you to hate me,” she began, lips twisting into a frown. “Heejin, I could never hate you,” you smiled reassuringly, reaching out to grasp her hand in your own. “I would like to believe that, but you can’t be certain, Y/n.” She muttered, sinking her teeth into the soft flesh of her bottom lip. “I promise I won’t,” you proposed, holding a pinky up to her. Sighing, she merely stared at your offered hand, brows furrowing in uncertainty. “Trust me,” you grinned, meeting her conflicted gaze. “I do,” she admitted, avoiding your gaze.

“Then tell me what’s troubling you so I can make it better,” you coaxed, watching as her hesitance began to crumble. “I like you, Y/n.” She confessed, surprised as the grin on your face never faded. “I like you too, Heejin,” you smiled, patting her shoulder gently, platonically. “No, Y/n, you don’t understand. I like you more than a friend should,” she explained, a sad smile adorning her lips. Your eyes widened in shock, mind working overtime to process her words carefully. “Why?” The words rolled off your tongue before you could stop them, wincing regretfully as soon as they left your mouth.

“For as long as I’ve known you, you’re all that I’ve been able to think about.” She admitted, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “Everything about you drives me insane, and I don’t want to spend a second wondering what I could be missing out on, not if I have a chance.” She declared, a determined look crossing her face. “I know you’ve been hurt before, Y/n. But if there’s even the slightest chance that you reciprocate my feelings I’d wait until the time is right, because you’re worth staying for.” She confessed, unable to stop the smile from spreading across her features.

“However, I understand if you don’t feel the same,” she acknowledged. When she finally took a moment to look at you, she was surprised by the toothy grin you greeted her with. “You’re smiling? You’re happy?” She spoke aloud, brows furrowing in mild confusion. “Of course I’m happy, don’t act so shocked.” You grinned bashfully, ducking your head in order to hide the rosy blush that tainted your cheeks. “I don’t think I understand,” Heejin shook her head, perplexed by your sudden joy. She glanced hopelessly at you, head tilting in bewilderment.

“I like you too, Heejin. More than a friend should,” you beamed, watching as the gears in her head began to turn. Blinking in surprise, scepticism filled her gaze. “I don’t know where this leaves us, but I want to take whatever ‘this’ is slowly.” You said, motioning between the two of you. Finally beginning to wrap her head around the situation, Heejin nodded eagerly, eyes shining with excitement. “Of course, anything for you,” she agreed, unable to stop herself from pulling you into a crushing hug. You giggled fondly at her, wrapping your arms around her neck, mirroring her happiness with a genuine smile of your own.

Sooyoung stared blankly at the wall ahead of her, eyes void of any emotion. The chaos of her members' shouts fell deaf in her ears, her eyebrows sewn together in contemplation. She couldn’t help the feeling of loneliness that overcame her, it was puzzling. She was surrounded by the people she loved most, and yet she had never felt more alone. It had been over a year, but allowing her mind to slip back into thoughts of you sent her spiralling. She wanted a world in which she didn’t have to choose between her passion and her motivation. Pursuing a dream without you by her side felt much less rewarding.

So she allowed herself to wonder on sleepless nights, imagining the life she never stood a chance at. Sooyoung put herself through constant agony just to catch a glimpse of happiness. Thinking of you brought her nothing but joy, it was realising you were never going to have your happy ending that tortured her. There were times that she wondered where life would have taken her if she’d accepted your confession on that fateful day. She wouldn't have been able to debut and then would have never met any of her closest friends, those whom she considered her family.

A gentle tap on her shoulder had her blinking out of her daze, turning to face the source. “Are you alright?” Jiwoo asked, worry written on her face, eyes boring into Sooyoung’s soul. The older merely hummed in response, guilt clouding her mind as she avoided the concerned gaze of her member. She wondered how she could ever possibly imagine a life without them, regret instantly filled her mind at the thought. “Are you sure? You’ve been staring at the wall for a while,” the younger girl pressed further, reaching out to grasp Sooyoung’s hand. “Yeah, I was just thinking,” the taller girl answered softly, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze before retracting it.

“Okay, if you insist.” Jiwoo nodded in understanding, not entirely convinced by the older girl's claim. “You know I’m here for you, right?” The shorter girl asked, lips jutting out in a pout. Sooyoung grinned appreciatively, surprising the younger with a sudden hug. “Thank you,” she expressed her gratitude, not knowing just how much she longed to hear those words. Jiwoo mirrored her smile with one much brighter, gazing at Sooyoung with nothing but adoration. “Oh! Haseul asked me to let you know that Heejin is bringing a friend over for games night,” Jiwoo abruptly exclaimed upon remembering her initial reason for approaching the older girl.

All twelve members were spread across the living room and kitchen. The younger half focused on picking out a plethora of games, occasionally wandering into the kitchen to steal snacks. The older girls prepared multiple bowls of snacking food, pulling a wide range of drinks from their fridge. They normally weren’t as organised, but Haseul insisted on creating a good first impression on Heejin’s friend before exposing their chaotic selves. Though it was a near impossible task, when the members inevitably got out of control or overly competitive, she would at least have nicely arranged food and drinks to offer as a distraction.

A faint knock on the door caught Sooyoung’s attention, allowing her to slip away from the chaos in order to greet the guest of honour. Opening the door without a second thought, she did a double take as she caught sight of you. She had half a mind to shut the door in your face, but thankfully decided it would be against her better judgement. “Y/n?” She questioned, eyes widening and lips parting in shock. Your mouth fell open, prepared to speak, but only silence followed. The both of you merely stared at each other, unprepared for the sudden reunion. Before either of you had the chance to speak, Heejin came barreling down the hall and straight into your arms.

“Y/n!” She exclaimed, greeting you with a hug and pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. “You act like we haven’t seen each other in months,” you grinned, avoiding eye contact with Sooyoung, who watched the two of you in confusion. “It feels like I haven’t seen you in ages,” Heejin groaned as you pushed her away gently. “Well, now that you’ve met Sooyoung unnie, let me introduce you to the rest of my members,” the younger one grasped your hand, brushing past Sooyoung as she tugged you towards the living room.

Sooyoung remained in the doorway, stunned by your sudden reappearance in her life. Her feet were rooted to the ground as she stood unmoving, wondering if she had conjured up an illusion of your presence. Your melodious laughter echoed through the halls, likely a result of Yeojin’s outgoing personality. Sooyoung walked stiffly through the corridor, coming to a halt beside Jiwoo who eyed her curiously. “Everything alright?” She asked, gaze filled with genuine concern. The older one nodded uneasily, sneaking a glance at you. The shorter linked their arms together in comfort, offering silent understanding for her member.

Jiwoo gently tugged on her arm as everyone began to gather in a circle, keeping a hand on her at all times in order to keep her in the present moment and away from her thoughts. She remained attentive to her member as games night proceeded, glancing at her regularly, but not so often as to burden her. Jiwoo was worried about her. It wasn’t common for Sooyoung to act so dejected, she looked truly and utterly defeated by the events that were transpiring and Jiwoo couldn’t seem to understand why. No matter, she would blindly support her, concerned for her well-being. Her heart panged in her chest at the sight of her closest confidant so hurt.

Sooyoung couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off you, lingering where your hand was interlocked with Heejin. The way you two gazed at each other, sharing hushed whispers followed by shy laughter, thighs pressed flush against one another. A sad smile adorned her lips at the sight, she couldn’t help but be grateful that after all this time you were doing well. She was thankful that someone had been there for you after your parting, it brought her a sense of peace knowing that things had worked out in your favour. That you were happy. Happy without her. Better off without her. Shaking her head, she sniffled, excusing herself from the gathering.

The moment she reached her room, tears began to freely spill from her eyes, cascading down her cheeks. She buried her head in her hands, furiously wiping them away, but to no avail. The more she thought, the faster they flowed down her face. She allowed herself to finally fall prey to the feelings she’d fought so hard to suppress. She felt as though she’d lost a part of herself, never did she anticipate the newfound lightness she felt. It felt good to let it go, she was aware the sadness would plague her for days to come, but this was a start. “Sooyoung?” Your voice called into the darkness of her room.

She gazed up through teary eyes, wiping her tears in mild embarrassment as your blurred face appeared in her opened doorway. “Hey,” she mumbled, sniffling as the lamp on her bedside table flickered to light upon command. “Hey,” you greeted, awkwardly shifting your weight from one leg to another as you stared intently at the ground before you. “How have you been?” She asked, plastering a weak smile on her face. “Better lately,” you admitted, a shy smile adoring your lips. As much as the reason saddened her, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief hearing the words roll off your tongue.

“I’m sorry about the way things happened, I should’ve reached out,” Sooyoung muttered bitterly. You were quick to dismiss her statement, adamantly shaking your head and taking a confident step forward. “It’s my fault, I was the one who asked for space, you only respected my wishes,” you winced at the memory. “I suppose we both could have handled the situation differently,” she admitted, silently offering you a seat on her bed with a tap on the duvet. “How are you, Sooyoung?” You asked sympathetically. “Honestly? I’ve been better,” she admitted, releasing a tired sigh. You nodded briefly in acknowledgement.

A beat of silence passed, both of you unsure of how to proceed. “I’m happy for you,” Sooyoung expressed, tone conveying the utmost sincerity. One glance at her chocolate orbs that swirled integrity proved to be fatal. Your heat ached in your chest as memories of your prior friendship flooded your mind at a rate you struggled to comprehend. The disheartened, yet genuine smile that tugged at her pink lips told you a tale of her own misery as a result of the friendship's abrupt, untimely ending. At the sight of her eyes glistening with unshed tears, you felt a familiar sting in your own. “I missed you,” the words slipped past your lips carelessly.

Sooyoung knew you didn’t mean it in the way she’d dreamed of hearing it, but that was okay. “I missed you too, so much,” a choked sob ripped from her throat. She was going to be alright. Healing was a slow process, but she was ready. Ready to move on, it was time to let go of the past. “I hope we can be friends again one day,” you whispered, letting the tears freely cascade down your flushed cheeks. Friends. The word no longer infiltrated your hearts as a deadly poison, but instead became an antidote to your sorrows. “I’d really like that,” Sooyoung sent you a smile, untainted by the sadness that had once plagued her soul.

With that, you rose to your feet, Sooyoung mimicking your actions. Unable to hold yourselves back, your bodies gravitated towards each other, sharing a crushing hug. The two of you remained still for a moment, basking in the memories it brought back. “I’m proud of you, Sooyoungie,” you whispered in her ear. The words she’d longed to hear rolled off your tongue with ease, springing tears to her eyes. She couldn’t contain the overwhelming feeling of relief that overcame her, the words carrying a meaning much greater than any other praise. It was only now in this moment she knew she’d truly made it. Everything began to fall into place for Sooyoung.

A faint knock on Sooyoung’s door has you pulling away, gazing over your shoulder in curiosity. Upon looking up, you catch the eyes of Jiwoo, who lingered in the threshold, eyes dancing with uncertainty. She could almost sense the history between you, unsure of whether to give you two privacy or let her concern for the older member outweigh her doubts. Jiwoo watched as you leaned up to whisper something in Sooyoung’s ear, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. “I’ll see you later,” you muttered, slipping past the younger with a polite smile plastered on your face.

Jiwoo hesitantly entered the room, eyeing Sooyoung suspiciously. The older merely smiled brightly at her, a sudden sparkle replacing the once sullen look in her eye. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Jiwoo questioned, eyes narrowed sceptically. “No reason,” Sooyoung grinned sheepishly, a near unnoticeable pink tint spreading across her face. Shrugging it off, the shorter plopped herself comfortably on the older girl's bed, eyes widening upon taking in the sight of her tear stricken face. “What’s wrong?” She asked immediately, hand darting out to caress her dampened cheeks.

“I’m fine now that you’re here,” Sooyoung said, a smile adorning her lips. Jiwoo let out a squeak at the bold statement, wondering how the words rolled off her tongue with such effortless charm. “I’m worried about you,” the younger woman voiced her concerns, gnawing on the inside of her cheek. “I know you keep telling me that you’re fine, but I can tell that you’re not. I understand if you don’t want to talk about it though-” Jiwoo was cut off mid ramble as Sooyoung reached out to grasp the younger’s hand in her own. “I’ll admit that I haven’t been very honest with you lately, but I promise things are better now. I’m going to be okay,” Sooyoung assured both herself and Jiwoo.

Everything was going to be alright.

This was painful to edit considering the recent events that have transpired recently. I couldn’t bear to leave it with a sad ending, as Loona is going through enough as is at the moment.

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panda-writes-kpop · 1 month

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we're never getting back together (like ever?) ~ kim lip

a/n: apologies for the bad pun, but I had to. 😌 this fic is in celebration of the birthday of my favorite (fucking) boomer @kingmaker-a - thank you for being such a great friend (and for the photocards and album). 💕 sorry for the excessive boomer jokes, but it must be done 🫡 also we've got another entry in the paladin! roommates au with more lore about the Paladins (and some bullshit I made up).

tw: paladin! reader kinda reads like an OC but hopefully you can ignore it, reader and lippie get wasted, one too many boomer jokes, alcohol, parties, hangovers, katie and mala being professional little shits ™️

summary: Your roommates are little shits, but you have to thank them for (indirectly) getting you and your ex back together. Perhaps this is a funny story that you can tell at your wedding, given that you and Kim Lip are sober enough to remember the day.

♡ Masterlist ♡

Laughter was a common noise in the Paladins' apartment. You all poked fun at each other from time to time (it was mostly Katie and Mala calling the rest of you boomers).

What concerns you this time, as you nurse your nasty hangover, is the two people laughing from a room away.

Katie's bubbly laughter rings out through the hallways and into the kitchen. Her laughter was usually accompanied an accusing finger from stealing her baked goods (Mala was the one who did the crime, but you did the time with an hour long lecture about personal property) or a brutal roast about your age.

Your joints may be getting old, but your ears are doing just fine since you pick up on the second person who's laughing.

It's Mala.

Mala and Katie were little shits on their own. Together, they could set fire to an entire neighborhood or wreck havoc to your social life.

As you nurse your hangover cure of choice, you're hoping that they're laughing over their choice of lighter fluid.

"What a boomer!" Katie says before dissolving into another fit of giggles.

Fuck.

You trudge into the living room, looking like shit from the night before. Whatever the youngest Paladins are up to, it's certainly no good.

"What are you two doing?" You mumble as Katie puts her phone away and blinks innocently at you.

Wolf in sheep's clothing, I swear.

"Nothing! Mala was just showing me some photos from last night."

With a smirk, Mala presents you with their phone.

This can't be good.

The first photo you see is a picture of Katie with her arms wrapped around Dami. She's laughing as Dami's trying to pull her in for a kiss.

Cute.

Scrolling to the left, you see a more formal picture of Mala standing next to Tzuyu. They're holding hands while not making eye contact with one another. You wonder how long they'll dance around their feelings for each other before one of them confesses.

You swipe again and again, seeing various photos of your friends and their friends. In one photo, Sparrow's knocked out on the ground, curled up in between Kazuha and Yunjin. In another, Neon and Siyeon cheers each other with wide smiles on their faces. There's even a group photo of the five of you that will definitely be a wallpaper on your phone or laptop.

You swipe again.

Then you see it.

A picture of you, drunk beyond recognition, holding a beer in one of your hands. There's nothing wrong with this photo, except you're not the only one in it.

Your other arm is wrapped around Kim Lip, who is wearing a stunning white dress. If your friends didn't know any better, they would assume that the two of you were drunken newlyweds.

The problem is, she's not your wife. She's not your girlfriend. You haven't been seen together in months since she's your ex.

Maybe you two had only dated for a few months, but you really liked her. She was a goofy loser, just like you. Your heart aches as you stare at the picture, wondering what could've been.

"Do you think he's seen it?" Katie shout-whispers as Mala sighs.

"Do you think he makes that face normally?"

"Did this get posted?" You softly ask as Mala and Katie immediately shut up. "Did. This. Get. Posted?"

"We didn't post it." Katie bites her lip before looking at you. "You did."

You toss Mala their phone before scrambling to grab yours from your pocket. When you unlock your phone and open Instagram, you notice your post right at the top with you and Kim Lip in the photo.

And it has 3,000 likes. Great.

"Ah, Jinsoul texted me last night and..." Katie trails off before playing with her hair.

"What did she say?"

"Check your messages."

You click on the message bubble in the top right corner as the menu changes in front of you. Once your messages load, you notice that Kim Lip's name is right at the top.

You click on the message without hesitating.

I saw your post.

Do you have time to meet?

I want to talk things through.

You shouldn't be here.

It's 11:35 a.m. - she's five minutes late.

Your friends aren't late as the two youngest Paladins are dressed in the worst disguises you've ever seen - fake mustaches and all.

A few tables away, Mala holds up their phone with scrolling text that reads: you've got this! just keep your calm and relax.

Katie then holds up their phone, and her scrolling message is: don't screw this up you fucking boomer.

There's something to be said about the duality of man between your two friends, but you can't say anything to them as Kim Lip enters the coffee shop.

You wonder if she knows that this is the same coffee shop you had your first date in.

And you're sitting in the same booth where she told you that she didn't have feelings for you anymore.

You still weren't over her, months later.

She's just as beautiful as the day you last saw her.

Katie's right - You're such a fucking simp.

"Hey." She gently tucks a small bit of hair behind her ear before setting her bag on the table. "Mind if I sit?"

"Not at all."

Kim Lip slides into the booth beside you as you fiddles with the coffee up in front of you.

"Want anything to drink?" You offer before pulling your wallet from your pocket.

"No, I'm alright," She smiles for a moment before asking, "how are you feeling after last night?"

Terrible, I'm dealing with a headache in my brain and two headaches twenty feet away from me.

"A bit rough, but it's nothing that a little hangover cure can't fix." You take a sip of your drink before continuing. "But I'm sure that you didn't come here to just ask how I was feeling."

"Right," She shakes her head for a moment, "listen, I'm sorry about everything I said last night. It was completely unfair of me to dump all of my feelings onto you when you didn't ask for it."

You do your best to hide a surprised reaction, choosing to cough and cover your face with your hand instead.

What did she say? How drunk was I last night?

"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" Her eyebrow raises as you sheepishly nod. "Well, shit."

Kim Lip grabs her bag and pulls out her phone. She grabs her phone and quickly navigates to her gallery as you try to recall anything that happened last night.

I remember getting there, talking to a few friends, playing a bit of Truth or Drink... that's about it.

With a soft blush, she hands you her phone. You play the video, hoping that you didn't make an absolute fool of yourself.

You hear Jinsoul, the cameraman, laugh as she approaches the two of you. With tears streaming down her face, Kim Lip shakes your barely conscious form.

"I love you!" She screams into your face. "I miss you so much! I was such an idiot for dumping you. Please, please, please take me back!"

You don't even blink at her confession - how fucked up were you? - as she continuous to blubber in your ear.

The video ends with Jinsoul laughing again - you understand why her and Katie are friends after that debacle.

"So?" Her eyes meet yours as you hand her the phone back.

"Did you mean any of that?" You honestly ask as she pauses.

"I- I did." She bows her head as you take a pause of your own to process what she's said.

"I missed you." You hate how desperate you sound, but it's the truth.

You'd do anything for a second chance, and by the way her eyes lit up at your words, you think she feels the same way.

"I'd like that drink now, if you don't mind." She smiles as you sigh.

"Once I get rid of those two, sure," You vaguely gesture towards Katie and Mala, "I don't need them interfering in my boomer romance."

"They still call you a boomer?"

"They haven't stopped."

She laughs as a lovesick grin appears on your face.

"I don't mind them, really," You say, "They're just-"

"-annoying? overprotective? hilarious?" Kim Lip takes a few guesses as your eyes widen.

"-betting on us?" You say, astonished, as you witness Mala hand Katie a handful of money. "Those little hustlers!"

You go to stand up, but Kim Lip grabs your arm and pulls you back down.

"Careful, boomer, you might pull a muscle." She teases before winking at the two little shits who are laughing in the corner.

"That sounds like a you problem, since you'll be the one taking me home." You smile as she laughs.

"As long as we go home together, I don't mind what happens next." Kim Lip says, and you find yourself agreeing.

Perhaps there's still room for love in a boomer's old, tired heart.

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808airsoftbros · 7 months

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My Wives Reaction to You Getting Harrassed at Work (Haseul/Vivi/Yeojin/Nana/Miyeon)

Author: Suddenly felt inspired to write this after listening to a creepypasta story. Anyway hope you enjoy and if you want to check out more of my works do go to the Masterlist :)

Cho Haseul

You were being bullied by your co-worker and your manager was doing nothing about it since he was his son

Being the mother of the family she wouldn't tolerate such treatment for her loved one

"What?! Let me talk to your boss!"

Would confront the manager or the main corporate office no matter how much you begged her not to

At first your manager would laugh at her until he realized that your wife was a famous kpop Idol

In just a split second, he was on his knees begging her not to expose the company and what was going on behind the scenes

"P-Please don't report this! I need this job to pay for my rent! I'm sorry not only I'll fire my son! I'll give him a raise or hell even a promotion!"

In the end, the awful and useless co-worker was fired and of course, he didn't take it too well seeing his own father screwed him but she had private security on stand-by just for this particular result

However after just five months you'd quit that job and work at a bigger company but you were still grateful for what she did for you

Vivi

You were refused a raise despite all the hard work and effort you put into the company and when you just decided to work the bare minimum you were written up for being "lazy"

"What are you serious? What fucking idiot for him not to see the talent inside of you!"

Vivi would've taken a little much of different course of action to the situation

She would first consulted Haseul who's the head of the household and recommended reporting this to your boss's supervisor

But seeing that the CEO was just as useless greedy as the manager she ended up just buying the whole company

"W-What is this?! An ownership contract?!"

"Well, sir, you should've thought about this before treating my husband like shit so from now on, I'll be running this company,"

In just no time you became her secretary and it was a win-win for the both of you now that you get be at her side 24/7

Nana

You got a customer complaint from an actress whom Nana happened to once partnered up with in the past

She'd be perfectly calm about the whole situation and unlike Vivi and the others she'd handle it her own way

"Okay darling, just leave her to me and don't worry about a thing okay~?"

Confused at first but you decided to let her run the show and enjoy it from a safe distance because you know well it will get a bit messy

She'd review the surveillance footage and prove you were just doing your job enforcing the company's policies thus making the actress the guilty one

When she gathered enough evidence, she'd confront her former co-worker and obviously she denied it and made up stories that you were being rude

"Is that so? Well, mind explaining this?"

Shocked and caught red-handed, she knew her life would be over at this moment knowing Nana could just end her career in the blink of an eye

"I-I'm sorry! Please don't turn this into the media!"

Luckily for her, Nana was in a kind mood so she just asked her to apologize, and quickly she obliged

Cho Miyeon

Miss Cho Miyeon is someone you don't want to mess with especially since she is Lieutenant of the (G) I-DLE mafia

The second she heard that you were targetted by your company she wouldn't hesitate to send men to burn their building to the ground

"What is that, my dear? Are they bothering you? Are you okay? I can just send some of my guys to burn the damn place to the ground."

Of course, you begged her not to as this wasn't the first time she committed mass murder and arson

But she'd just bought the whole company and transformed it to serve the Mafia clan

You wanting to continue to live a normal life would just get hired by a different company with better co-workers and management

"Aww~ Baby are you sure you don't want to join us~?"

Sure the offer was tempting as you'd love to be close to Miyeon but it was too much of a risk having a target on your head 24/7

Im Yeojin

Being the youngest of the family and step-sister she'd be mostly concerned about your health and well-being

"Oppa, are you okay?" "Do you need some cuddles~?"

Yeojin wouldn't really do much besides just informing her mothers

"Eomma! Oppa was being bullied! It was his boss again!"

Sadly nobody would take her that seriously as she was too adorable to be intimidating

However she doesn't need to do anything as her Eommas take care of everything for her

"Baby! Eomma said that she voted the CEO out of his office so she's in charge! Isn't that great?!"

For the rest of the night, you two cuddled in her bedroom after partying

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moostaronce · 10 months

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Look Here (여기 봐)

Requested: Where yves has feelings for fem reader for 2 years now and wants to court her but fem reader doesnt want to cause yves is a playful type of girl with lots of admirers and almost half of the univ students has a crush on her. Fem reader thinks she isnt serious and all of this is a joke. But then she gave in, let yves court her then eventually they got together <3 fluff pls. College setting with HyunWon as side ship pls. I reallyx3000 love your works :((

Pairing: Yves x reader

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Sorry for any errors, I proofread but I always miss stuff. I hope you like it.

Life just isn’t fair. How could the universe be so cruel to her, is all Sooyoung could think as she watched you from across the courtyard. You are so effortlessly beautiful but refuse to pay her the attention she so desperately craves from you. She looks like a puppy behind a cage longing to be with her human.

“Hey!” Sooyoung startles at the grape being hurled at her head, unceremoniously popping her in the eye.

“Well stop staring at her like that, you look too sad and I’m trying to enjoy my lunch,” Hyunjin grumbles, picking over her food while feigning annoyance at her older friend. Chaewon sits beside her girlfriend gently rubbing her back but stifling a laugh at Sooyoung’s outrageous face.

“I think it’s cute. You’ve never been this focused on one person for so long.” Chaewon’s smile is soft but teasing.

Sooyoung grunts at her friends and turns her head once again to look for you in the sea of other students. This time when her eyes find you, yours catch hers briefly before you roll your eyes and look away instantly. Ouch. Every time.

Times like these are times when she wishes she could erase her past, hell even up to last month. Ever since she first saw you in your first year at university, she’s wanted you. To be completely honest with herself it was lust at first sight initially. Sooyoung was known for her ridiculous charisma and good looks. Even garnering the nickname Yves two years before ever meeting you, it came to be a play on the biblical name because Sooyoung herself became known as the forbidden fruit of the campus.

She was always known for loving and leaving and never spent a long time with one person. Her longest and most notable relationship lasted 3 months with a girl who was much like her in reputation, but they ended things knowing it was better to be friends. So yes, admittedly, Sooyoung wanted you to join her roster of girls on campus that she had “conquered” so to speak.

What she didn’t know then was that she had met her match. When she first approached you, you had been kind. Then, when her motives became blunt and more apparent, you began distancing yourself. She figured she still had a chance if she played her cards right, but then you pledged to a sorority house full of girls that she had once strung along. Once word of her indiscretions made its way to you via your jealous sisters, Sooyoung experienced your thorns.

She could no longer even approach you; unfortunately, the more she got to know you, the deeper she fell. Now all she can do is watch and yearn for you from afar. She had continued playing around to keep her thoughts of you at bay, but it was no longer working and all she wanted was a chance to show you how serious she is about you.

“I just need the chance to show her I’m serious this time.” Sooyoung huffs, reaching out to steal a grape. Hyunjin watches in horror as one of her precious grapes falls victim to Sooyoung’s theft.

“I say gentle persistence is key here,” Chaewon speaks up while tossing one of her grapes into her girlfriend’s mouth, left hanging open in betrayal.

As she listens to her friend, she catches sight of you on your way to the art building, where she spends most of her class time. She shoves her last bite of apple into her mouth as she hurriedly tosses her stray notebooks in her bag before haphazardly slinging it over her shoulder. Sooyoung practically sprints across the courtyard and past other department buildings to catch up with you.

This would be the perfect time to try talking to you again. If she can talk to you one-on-one without your guard dog sorority sisters hovering over your shoulder, maybe she can at least get a friendly interaction with you.

You reach the study rooms and occupy an individual study room that you booked for today. Just as you are about to close the door behind you, Sooyoung slides in just behind you, clearly out of breath. Your brows knit together in confusion as she leans over with her hands on her knees, catching her breath.

“Yves…what are you doing? Didn’t I tell you I’m not interested?” You take a step back from the sweaty senior.

“And didn’t I tell you not to call me that? You know I much prefer to hear my actual name coming out of your pretty mouth.” Sooyoung catches the blush blossoming across your cheeks but also the rolling of your beautiful eyes.

“Listen. I already told you; I’m not going to sleep with you no matter how charming you are.”

“You think I’m charming?” Sooyoung beams at you with her devastating smile, and you feel your heart betraying you in your chest, beating out of control.

The smile is short-lived, as you eye her with no sense of amusement on your face. You sigh as you lean back, resting on the study desk behind you.

“I’m not interested in being a plaything. Everything about you screams fuck girl down to the testimonials from almost every girl I know on campus.” Sooyoung is so exasperated she just blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Fuck what they have to say!” Her outburst surprises you both and she thinks about backpedaling but decides to just be honest about her feelings.

“That was a bit harsh but I’m serious. I was wrong for a lot of that but most of them knew it was a fling and still got upset when it ended. Now they are just jealous because you’re different!” She doesn’t know when she began her advance but now, she finds herself directly in front of you no more than two feet apart.

You aren’t quite sure how to respond. In your mind, all you can think about is what your friends have told you. But even then, you must admit that you’ve thought about her maybe just as long as you’ve known her. I mean, the woman is a work of art walking amongst mortals. Everything about her calls to a part of you that you wish you could just smother. Yet, every time she approaches you, even with her usual shtick to get in your pants, it’s a civil war in your heart.

How could you trust her to be serious about you when she hadn’t done so with anyone else prior? Where is the evidence that she’s capable of commitment? You’d just have to dip your toe in carefully if she was the road you want to take.

“Yves…” Shen leans closer, hands on either side of the desk you’re leaning on. “Sooyoung. Please call me Sooyoung,” So close you can feel her fruit-scented breath.

“Sooyoung,” There it is again, that ridiculously loveable smile breaking out on her face. “I’ll think about it.” You turn your head, to hide the vivid blush spreading across your face at her proximity.

Sooyoung considers her next move for a second before she acts. Her well-manicured hand gently caresses your cheek, shocking you into looking at her. Her thumb stroked over your blush, and you can read nothing but pure adoration in her eyes at this moment.

“That’s all I’m asking for. A chance of a chance, Y/n.”

Sooyoung remains in front of you, reaching behind you in order to put herself even deeper into your personal space to grab a sticky note off the desk. She pulls out a pen she was keeping in her pocket and writes down her phone number. She makes eye contact with you as she folds it once, then twice, and slips it into the front pocket of your jeans.

“Text me? Please?” Without waiting for your answer, she slips out of the study room and makes her way to the class that she is approximately 15 minutes late to now.

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The next 2 weeks were interesting for you to say the least. You didn’t use the number Sooyoung left you, but you also couldn’t throw it away. Since that day though Sooyoung has gone out of her way to follow you like a puppy. At first, it was irritating but after about day four, you found it sweet. She’d forgone her greasy behavior as best as she could and showed you a side you’ve never seen. A sweet one that had her stumbling over her own feet to catch even a glimpse of you and fumbling over her words to prevent saying the “wrong” thing. It’s endearing to you to watch a usually silver-tongued lady magnet trying so hard to impress you. But she hasn’t been even remotely sexual in her pursuit and that has made you comfortable.

Sitting in your room doing homework, you hear 2 gentle knocks on your door. You call whomever it is to enter and find an acquaintance you’ve made in the house named Patricia standing in your room with your close friend Jazz standing behind her. You sit back in your desk chair and face them with a smile.

“Hey, what’s up?” Your relaxed vibe is quickly stifled by the tense aura the two women ushers in with them.

“Maybe you can tell us,” Trish is the first to speak up, looking more than upset about something. Jazz rolls her eyes at the girl and sits on your bed closer to you.

“We just wanted to check on you. We’ve heard Yves has been following you around campus a lot lately when we’re not around.” Jazz watches you tense up at the mention of her name.

“No, she’s not bothering me. She’s been really sweet.” Your voice dies down at the end of your sentence when you hear Trish scoff at you.

“Yves? Sweet? You must be hallucinating or something. That girl is nothing but trouble for anyone she encounters.” Trish’s tone is harsh and borderline venomous. Jazz squints at her trying to shut her up.

“What Trish means is if you feel like Yves is harassing you all you have to do is tell us.” Jazz speaks cautiously. She’s only known you for the two years you’ve attended this school, but she knows you well enough to see there is something deeper going on here.

“Harassing me? No, she is super kind and respectful. If I was uncomfortable, I would handle it myself. She says she likes me so I’m thinking I want to give her a chance.

Patricia’s mask falls right then. She almost looks like a dragon, the way you and Jazz can almost see the smoke coming out of her mouth. After the initial look she gives you, she goes on a rant about how horrible Sooyoung is and how manipulative and cruel she was to her during their time “dating”. When she’s finished and gets no immediate response from you, she huffs and storms out of the room angrily.

You and Jazz sit in stunned silence following Patricia’s abrupt exit before Jazz lets out a slow whistle. The two of you turn to each other, eyes wide and mouths fishing to find words. Jazz is the first to break the silence.

“Sooo. That was a tad aggressive, huh?” The two of you burst into small giggles so as not to alert Trish if she’s still nearby.

“Look, I’m worried. I can’t pretend I’m not. But you’re a big girl and I can’t tell you who to see. Just promise me you’ll be careful here. If Yves tries any funny business, I’ll break her hands.” The snort you let out is involuntary.

“I appreciate that, Jazzy. And could you start calling her Sooyoung? She hates being called Yves.” Jazz’s eyebrows rise on her face.

“Oh, sure. I thought that was just her name, my bad.”

The two of you sit and talk more about Sooyoung and her latest efforts of trying to woo you. Jazz seems impressed though she still feels protective of you. The thought crosses her mind that she may have to protect you more from the very sorority she brought you into than Sooyoung.

Sooyoung stands looking at herself in her full-length mirror as Hyunjin lays on her bed and Chaewon fusses around her closet, helping her find an appropriate outfit to go on a date with you.

“Where are you taking her again?” Hyunjin speaks from her position on her back.

“Dinner at this nice restaurant my mom took me to a few months ago. It was awesome but not too fancy.” Sooyoung turns to face the couple with her nerves clearly through the roof.

“Hey, Sooyoung have you seen my brush anywhere?” Just then one of her roommates walks in. The blonde takes one look at Sooyoung in a dress suit and heels and lets out a wolf whistle.

“Haseul, come take a look at this!” Jinsol peeks out of the room, summoning their third roommate. Haseul enters the room and pauses in surprise.

“Who died?” Haseul asks the question seriously, but Jinsol snorts her laughter.

“If you guys aren’t going to help then leave.” Sooyoung was clearly aggravated/ Her nerves were already shot and she didn’t need this teasing right now.

“Sorry, sorry. It was just a surprise, that’s all. You don’t usually dress up for things. What’s the occasion.”

“She’s got a date,” Hyunjin says from her new position on her side, head propped up on her hand.

“Oooh, who’s the lucky one this time?” Jinsol wriggles her eyebrows at Sooyoung at the implication she’d be bringing someone home tonight.

“And is this one loud? I was starting to get used to the quiet. You haven’t brought anyone home in what? Like 2 months?” Haseul eyes Sooyoung with a suspicious look.

“She’s not just one. She’s the one.” Chaewon huffs at the two older girls while tossing a few outfits next to Hyunjin on the bed.

“Oh my gosh!” Haseul looks over the moon when the realization sets in for her, while Jinsol looks on impressed.

“Y/n finally agreed to go out with you?” Haseul squeals with glee when Sooyoung shyly nods at her friend.

“Oh, my goodness! Okay, we have to get you something perfect. Something that Y/n won’t be able to resist.” Haseul bustles over to the closet next to Chaewon and helps her rummage through Sooyoung’s closet.

“Babe, I still don’t see what’s wrong with what I picked.” Hyunjin huffs looking at Sooyoung’s current outfit.

“Nothing is wrong with it baby, it just might be a bit too formal for where they are going.” Chaewon presses a kiss on Hyunjin’s forehead.

“Well, what did you tell Y/n to wear?” Jinsol chimes in, striding over to sit next to Hyunjin on the bed.

“Business casual? Something nice but not overly formal.” Sooyoung chokes out, sweating bullets.

“Then let’s throw you in some khakis and a polo and call it a day,” Jinsol suggests. She regrets it soon after as Haseul and Chaewon blast her with a look that could paralyze and maul her. “Or not,” the blonde mumbles under her breath.

“Let’s try this.” Haseul pulls out what is probably the nicest grey sweater Sooyoung owns and a pair of black pants with tones of grey in them with flat-heeled boots to go with it.

Sooyoung puts the outfit on in the bathroom and returns in the outfit to cheer from all her friends.

“Chic and comfortable. Y/n won’t be able to take her eyes off you in this.” Haseul pipes up. Her chest puffs with pride since she was the one who found the outfit to begin with.

Here’s hoping, Sooyoung thinks as her friends see her out and wish her luck. With as much positive energy as she could gather, Sooyoung rides over to the house you stay in and gives you a call to alert you of her presence. You’d both already agreed it wouldn’t be the best idea to stand on the porch of a house full of girls that despise her.

Unfortunately, as you walk out to her car, she can see a particularly familiar but not necessarily friendly face standing in the doorway after you. Patricia Welsh, the girl that stalked her for a year after their fling ended. Sooyoung tenses her hand on the car door she’s holding open for you but when you get to her, she loosens up significantly.

Sooyoung does her best to forget that still ever-present crazy look in Patricia’s eyes as she closed your car door and made her way to the driver’s side. However, she quickly forgets everyone else as she realizes she has you willingly in her space. She’s for sure not going to waste this opportunity thinking about irrelevant things when she’s finally got you so close.

There’s plenty of small talk in the car to keep you both occupied and sated. When she arrives at the restaurant you look up in awe of the new location. You’re initially shocked that you’ve never been here since it’s not far from campus, but once you’re inside and see the prices you aren’t as surprised.

At first, you protest such an expensive restaurant but then your heart melts a bit when Sooyoung confesses she’s been saving quite a while for the off chance you’d allow her to take you out.

The two of you fall into easy conversation and slowly open up to each other. You find out Sooyoung is a big softy. You simply can’t see the horrible person that the others spoke about. All night she was perfectly sweet, and it felt so genuine you couldn’t help it. By the end of the first date, you already have a second secured, and soon after you’re sending her off with a pounding heart and a lingering kiss on her adorably freckled cheek.

#Girl group scenarios #Loona scenarios #Yves scenarios #Ha Sooyoung scenarios #fluff

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gaypeople4itzy · 1 year

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Finding your way

With Loona's Olivia Hye

warnings : little makeout session !!

Wordcount : 1,5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You responded cheerfully, asking her the same question

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She then spoke again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s with that look ?”

“I’m missing you already” you answered

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

Pulling away again, you pouted

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

“Sounds perfect to me Hyeju” you smiled

“You can call me your love already” she winked

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

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kingmaker-a · 6 months

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Nocturnal Games | Kim Lip

Alternative Title: Forgotten Moments Between Two Liars. It's Complicated AU - It really is.

Warnings/Tags: misfit reader, Jungeun is student council president and popular, reader's best friend is into Jungeun, so it's complicated. Underage clubbing, drinking and smoking (though it would be legal where I'm from). Injuries and mentions of fights, implied driving under the influence, brief mentions of supernatural elements, everything is a mess and reader might not be a good friend.

Premise: What should've been a night out with your friends treads on to some interesting ground when miss student president needs a ride home.

Wordcount: 5.1K Genre: Fluff(?), Angst (?) it's a mixed bag.

Vibes/Songs: Les (Childish Gambino), Right Here (Chase Atlantic), After Dark (Mr. Kitty), What You Need (The Weeknd), Call Out My Name (The Weeknd) and Friends (Chase Atlantic)* *I prefer slowed + reverb for that song in particular.

"Come on, I'll take you back to the dorm."

You hadn't planned to drive, hell you even offered to sober drive instead of Karina…

"You're not taking Karina instead?"

Everything is a mess– Swept in the hailing afterthought of a night out with your friends.

You lost Mingi, found him with Miyeon, a drunken smile plastered on his lips.

Tried hanging out with Seungcheol before he was all over Karina's sister.

That's without even thinking about Ryujin and Hyunji–Your fingers ghost over your brow pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Because I don't want Karina to find out about my bike and I know you can keep a secret."

It's the beleaguered sigh that slowly pulls its way from your lips with a creaking crawl that reminds you, despite it all, that you do trust her.

It's hard to miss the flare of her perfect white teeth as they paint her smirk— or the slight wince that twitches across her busted lip.

It's fresh, vibrant compared to the darkened flecks that orbit her eye and dust against her cheek.

Barely noticeable, hidden against waves of practised skill and brush to everyone except you.

It isn't her usual style, and you can't help but wonder why you know that.

Instinct.

Anger simmers in her eyes and her nostrils flare, "you don't want to check me over and make sure I'm really me like Mateo?"

You've had the distinct luxury (or misfortune?) of clashing blades with sword masters and other entities.

Yet, nothing quite matches the restrained fury or venom that licks at her voice like a barbed knife.

Your best friend's paranoia wasn't entirely unfounded, after all he'd gotten to know the imposter rather… intimately.

Still, now wasn't the time to linger on the past, not underneath the whining hum of fluorescent tube lights awash in a seedy medical clinic.

You throw your hands up, your eyes catching against familiar shoes, "I know it’s you since you still have my shoes."

She’d taken to them like a fish to water compared to her usual heels, that clacked against the ground with the echo of her mother— Who wears heels to a ghost investigation?—

There's an exaggerated flare to the roll of her eyes, a flicker of a tender, cool, cocky smile. “You’re not getting them back you know?"

It's nice to see the sizzle behind her eyes, the unsnuffable flame despite tonight's best efforts.

Sheis getting awfully comfortable though, a familiarity that you can't quite understand, but maybe, just maybe it's because it's been a long night.

Still, you hadn't expected to run into her tonight. Thursday and Friday had been tough days for her - auditioning on next to no sleep and nearly turning into a monster during the attack at the school.

… Man, it's only been a week since you've started this gig.

Your eyes roll like flecks of sand between your fingers, a tired sigh trembles across your lips.

“I know.”

She's eager, that's the only thing you can note as she pounds back drink after drink like the thumping bass line that hangs thick in Zorro's.

Making up for lost time like Karina before her.

You shouldn’t point out how similar they can be, the flash of Crash's eyes kills the idea before it can even leave your tongue.

They mix like oil and water.

It's weird the way you can pick out the notes of alcohol on her breath– even from this distance. The fruity tang of a Wumpa Shake to the smooth glide of a Super Slide.

Again, she's getting way too comfortable knowing that you're the one who has to drive her back to the dorm.

Is this how Karina feels whenever you call her at some god forsaken hour?

… You should be nicer to her.

Though part of you loathes the idea of being alone with her especially in your current state.

Caesar would give you no mercy if something were to transpire between you and his girlfriend.

"You know I could talk to her about it," there's a softness to her otherwise beady eyes, as liquor flows through her lips. There's a dainty elegance to the way her lips purse, her fingers dance across her straw eliciting a soft mixing stir of her drink.

All it was missing was a small umbrella really, though as you notice the collecting pile on the bar… Crash probably gave up on the decorative element.

Still, part of you winces at the way she's able to peek past the curtain of your mind for but the briefest moments.

It was probably best she didn't look too deep.

"Huh?" is all you can manage, a whispered echo despite your best intentions.

She clings tight to your words, able to parse them with a gentle ease even in the eves of overstimulating neon lights and alcohol-induced haze.

Maybe that was just you?

She smiles, the kind that feels reserved just for you, the real you. It's odd to feel vulnerable underneath layers of lies, jokes, countless personas and more lies.

An innumerable legion at this point– It's the only way to keep up with your father.

"She's into you B" That's the real sticking point isn't it? The way your middle initial peels off tongue, the way it scintillates with a knowing edge.

A reminder that she knows you more than you remember.

But you know her too, somehow.

The flicker flames of a smirk is but smoke and mirrors against the solemn glint in her eyes.

"We should get you home, Yeji's probably worried about you."

It doesn't quite click right… At least not straight away, though you could, should blame the poison in your own veins for that one.

Her hazel warmth nestled against your back, her arms wrapped around your waist with an almost desperate tightness.

Though you're probably making that last part up, too much media does rot the brain after all. Still the student council president being into the weird kid is an interesting bit of brain rot.

Yet as you peer down at the familiar leather jacket keeping her warm, it's easy to admit that the delinquent, president trope is a lot better.

If only your best friend was smoother.

Yet it's that very poison that slushes through your skin, dampening the cold edge of the night air that bites against your skin.

You're drunk driving.

Your bike obeys you as you pull over, there’s a steadiness unlike the darkened edges of your vision, as your brain basically stumbles against itself as you park.

Kickstand, that's your first thought held underneath the amber glow of a street light, the only other witness to the crime that is the two of you.

Your feet grit against loose specks of gravel and asphalt.

"What's wrong with you?"

So many, many things. Your fingers fight through your own unfamiliar jacket snatching at an equally unfamiliar vice.

Cigarettes.

It'd be weird to cross that line in front of her– Part of you wants to assume she's a goody two-shoes like her title implies but you know better unlike Mateo.

It's not his fault, he's the new kid.

Even if you didn't, liquor still clings to her breath as she peers up at you with a clocked eyebrow.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Somehow… impossibly so, your voice is softer than you expect, the expletive a mere garnish on top of the sentence.

"What do you mean?" Her head tilts to the side, her eyes soft and glassy against the amber hue of the street light and the soft glow of the moon that barely peeks through it all.

Your finger bounces against your brow as your cigarette rests against your lips. "I'm drunk, Jungeun… Like really drunk-"

And you're worried. Worried for her of all people, worried what her mother would think, it clings and trembles against your breath and down your fingers.

Maybe that was the first crack in your porcelain mask, a persona you don't even remember adopting.

You pull at your lighter and ignite, maybe the smoke can fill the gaps in it all?

It's a disgruntled huff that leaves your lips first, quickly replaced with an intake of cigarette smoke and nicotine, it buzzes and dances against the alcohol in your veins, bouncing with a vibrant easing joy.

A slow release as smoke drifts and sails through the air, you can see why Mateo enjoys it.

Her hands are soft against yours, looping two fingers around your pinky.

"I trust you."

There's something unspoken in the slow drift in her voice, something you can't quite pluck out. It's firm and resolute, familiar like the crest of sunshine against your skin, yet foreign like memories from another life.

It's warm, the fluttering feeling in your chest. She doesn't know better, doesn't know the things you know.

Pure blind faith in you.

After all, how could she know about your bike being some freak science project from one of the sci fi movies your mother loves so much?

There's that glint in her eye, the kind that cuts through the softness with an analytical edge.

"Your driving does seem a bit mechanical though."

Another flared smirk, cocky and daring, pleased with another peak behind the curtains.

You scoff, painting the crisp night air with plumes of smoke.

The moment is gone, if it was ever there.

Forget anything that lingers in your chest, any nestled embers that threaten to ignite against even just a spark, just the idea she has a soft spot for you.

Why would she hangout with you of all people anyway?

You shelter yourself with a cocky smirk, the weapon of choice for your persona of the night, a facsimile of when you used to be popular with some inspiration from how Mateo can seem.

At least on first glance.

"How are you and Mateo?"

There's a flicker in her eye, that's a loaded question and part of you can't help but feel a ripple of joy. Still, you of all people can pick apart the evidence, the slight click of her tongue, the briefest tug of a frown at the corner of her lips.

Yet, you still lie, like you don't know the twisting corridors of her brain intimately.

"I figured he was doing well since you guys looked like you had a decent conversation at Zorro's…” You gesture at the jacket with your stick of cancer. “Hell, you're even wearing his jacket."

It's odd though, the instinctual way you can peel back her persona and all her would be lies.

Even if you don't have proof.

Though, that's what lends credence to the word instinct after all.

There's a roll of her eyes and a pointed swivel.

You fight back the chuckle that buckles against your lips as she almost shrinks into his leather jacket.

"He's… got a lot to make up for."

It's hard to keep up with all the whispering ghosts, the strained emotions that dance through her eyes under the amber flicker of the street light.

But there's one that sticks out the most, as it dances to and fro.

Hurt, it glimmers as moonlight pierces through amber hues. A lake forgotten with time.

"There's only so long before he gives up… Like everyone else." There's a deep breath, it racks against stressed pain like the sharp edge of a knife. "Plus, I told him I have feelings for someone else."

There's a look of recognition as she looks up at you, nestled in layered warmth. It's another crack in your veneer as you fight so desperately to hold the mask tight.

It's a weird dance, to hold a mask as a shield, as your instincts bleed against your mind.

You have no proof, but you know who.

"Surely, he's still willing to put in the effort… Even if the cards are stacked against him."

Still the mask crumbles slowly against the ebb and flow of empathy. He wouldn't be the first to give up at the first sign of difficulty after all, that much even you remember.

Despite everything between the two of you… She deserves the effort.

But he wouldn't, you're sure of it. After all, he still fights tooth and nail against Caesar whenever he's in a mood.

Only the soft after midnight breeze crests the silence between the two of you, liquor clings tights against you with a warm embrace, a magnanimous shield.

It's easy to catch the question on the edge of her lips, still it's hard to tell if it's a sharpened blade or a humble gift.

It's the soft click of her tongue that pulls it back, it's a flared brow that spurs it forward like a rampant beast.

"Figured out who made you chocolate for Valentine's day?"

It's an afterthought compared to your newfound responsibility.

"Nope."

Not definitively at least, more just gut feelings and wishful thinking.

"Not even just a little bit curious?"

It's hard to pick apart her expression as it's dyed under amber hues, a raised eyebrow and a glint of curiosity. Her lips tighten ever so slightly, rolling to one side in a roiling wave.

"Miss Esperanza gave me a list of suspects," there's a flash of intrigue, drawn to the pulse of your gossip.

It's hard to ignore the way you feel the air practically sizzle when she strays close to you, hanging on to your silence, hungry and eager.

If there was one thing that kept Angelview High going it was gossip. Still you couldn't deny the feeling of joy that plucked at the edge of your brain, to coax her with gossip… just to snip it away.

"...But I haven't had the time to look into it, not with the attack that happened yesterday."

There's a flare of annoyance, as her eyebrow twitches, calculating if you were even worth hanging out with before her mind trails off, lost in thought.

There's an odd vacancy in her eyes, like trying to peer through a fog during a stormy night.

"... Yesterday?" Her eyebrows tighten, her voice nothing but a troubled, shivering whisper.

It's cold you realise, you're not drunk enough to ignore that even in the whispering dark as instinct takes hold. It makes it all the much harder to ignore the warmth you feel cresting up your hand and into your chest as you hold her hand in yours.

You take another drag of your cigarette, placing a trinket in her palm; small, in the shape of a bat. It's edgy, vampiric even, a complete tonal clash against the student council, drama club queen you'd grown to know or remember in your case.

But it is hers nonetheless, it's soft, the way the fog dissipates from her eyes, replaced with a soft tender bloom.

Her shoulders loosen, melting away waves of tight tension as she releases a soft sigh.

She's… different in that moment, your mind clings to the word iridescent as if that could truly describe even a semblance of it all.

But it doesn't, it can't after all.

How can one word even articulate the way her smile drifts between the soft moonlight glow and the warmth of nestled amber streetlight.

Her eyes shift from the trinket to you, it's a soft invisible pull as laughter trickles from her lips.

It's weird, but in a good way. The kind of way that makes you smile unconsciously in her presence and part of you wants to hate it.

But it feels natural.

Instinctual.

Real.

Her laughter fades, slumbering into a soft smile - wistful and melancholic as her eyes linger once again on the trinket.

"Man, this is either gonna be really sad or really funny." Her grip tightens against it as if it would turn to sand if she didn't.

It's easy to get lost in her eyes as she returns her gaze to you, gone is the frenetic tension, enveloped in a patient warmth.

A bonfire on a cold night.

"What do you mean?" It's a stupid question, you can feel that. It's a familiar pluck at the back of your brain, still the words leave all the same.

She smiles softly, a tender hug to hold the moment, her eyes linger even as her head tilts to the side.

You don't know why, but it reminds you of sunflowers and yesteryears, crested with the dew of forgotten, child-like promises.

"You know the rules of the game, I…" Her eyebrows knit together. "She won't remember what we talk about, not when you take the trinket back."

And you have to, those are the rules.

There's an unexplainable smoothness to the way she shuffles next to you using your bike as a makeshift bench.

You hate the way you trace every movement, every moment as her eyes drift up towards the moon.

A joke comes to mind, Karina said it best.

"Is this where you tell me, the moon is beautiful isn't it?"

It's warm in those moments, the way she turns back to you a smile, so deep and sincere you can see it in her eyes.

Still it does nothing against the turmoil in your chest, the warmth of the sun suffocating against thick storm clouds.

It's wrong, you remind yourself.

It's wrong to share these intimate quiet moments, to feel the bloom of something more in your chest.

To feel so effortlessly yourself…

To feel safe.

After all, Mateo has expressed his interest in her and you could see it, you really could.

You stoked the flames in his chest, pushed him towards her… Because you believed in him.

Even in spite of those brief moments at the observatory–You gave him the right nudges here and there, your best attempts to keep him on the best track.

Your grip tightens against your cigarette, against the worn leather seat of your bike.

The delinquent and the student council president is a better story. You could imagine the drift of cigarette smoke past his lips slowly twisting through hers.

"Why?" It cuts like a knife through it all, you fight against the bile that threatens your throat.

You take a drag, feign ignorance against the thoughts that cloud your mind, cock an eyebrow.

"Why, what?"

There's a softened, slightly folded frown pressed into the corner of her lips.

"Why would he think it's actually me?"

It's a hard fight, fought tooth and nail, to not join up in arms, to denounce him as another stupid hopefu-

"I think…" Your lips purse, tightening against the little knot of anxiety caught in your throat, finger bouncing against your brow as plumes of smoke drift slowly through the cold crisp air.

"It's not about thinking she was you, but wanting her to be."

You hate the way she gazes at you, takes in every word with those soft moonlit eyes. The way it tightens that knot in your throat with every passing glance.

Still, she scoffs, rolls her eyes at the idea.

"So you're saying you don't like the idea of the bad boy and the goody two shoes?"

It's that glimmer in her eyes that tells you it's all for show, an exaggerated performance just for you, as her arms cross and her eyes roll, a huff at the edge of her lips.

"What makes it so good huh?" Her voice whines like the crinkling of foil, still it plucks the right notes to write the beginnings of a smile on your face.

Try as you might to hide it with another drag of a cigarette. You nearly choke on fumes embattled on the edge of laughter.

"Well," it's hard to articulate against the bubbling bloom in your veins held under her gaze.

Corruption isn't the word you want to use, but it's close enough, the right fuel to ignite a fire.

"It's about rubbing off on each other, really." You offer a scuffed smirk, scraped by the huff of a thought against plumes of smoke. "It's the peak of opposites attract isn't it?"

You hold the cigarette aloft between two fingers, smoke drifts and flows through the night air, hot orange burns against the ashy tip.

A torch by any other name.

"I guess the cigarette signifies the point of no return."

Her head lists to the side peering past the cigarette, it's hard to fight the focus she pulls from you; her soft eyes, entrancing and safe.

Maybe that's what scares you, more than the unknown, more than being wrong.

It's being right.

Again, it's just instinctual.

She holds her hand out, a smile playing against her teeth.

"Pass it here."

It's odd, really it is. The confident ease in which her grip ghosts over your own, the way she plucks the vice away against her own lips.

It's hard to ignore the way your jaw slackens ever so slightly, surprised at her sheer audacity, too used to a dance of lies and shielded personas.

It's irresistible and you hate it—for arguably the millionth time—the way she smiles so genuinely that it reaches her eyes. It's oddly endearing the way she shifts under your gaze, akin to trying different poses in a photo booth.

It's natural the way a smile creeps slowly on to your lips.

There's a cheeky, calculated glint in her eye.

She flashes a smile, taking a slow drag of the cigarette. Plumes of smoke drift past her lips before buffeting you in the face with a focused assault… Or at least it would've been.

She's nothing but sputtering coughs as smoke parts her lips in choked spurts. Her face contorts and twists ever so slightly.

It takes everything in you not to laugh. You're thankful for the diversion, a shield against the lingering glow in your chest or even worse the sinking disgust.

You really shouldn't be entertaining this moment, not with the object of his affection. It takes everything to reel it back, to take back the line cast on it's own whims.

Still it's hard to ignore the devilish spark in your own chest, the one that revels in all the illicit secrecy.

To feel special.

Your palm caresses her back, rubbing against his leather jacket, coaxing out equals waves of sputtering coughs and gut wrenching guilt.

She turns back to you, face scrunched in the disgust you can only feel for yourself, the torch of betrayal lingers in her hands offered back to you.

"That shit is so fucking gross," her beautiful eyes still catch the edges of a disgusted wince.

It shatters guilt like glass, she can't be into you.

Not after that.

Your mask slowly crawls back together, cocky smirk and all.

"It's an acquired taste."

It really isn't; anything to burn the stress and guilt away from your brain. You cock an eyebrow, tilt your head to the side as you take another drag.

You feel the ghost of her lips, the tang of intoxication mixed with sunflowers and the sweetness of… Ring Pops?

Childlike promises.

Plumes of smoke, hover and whisper through the air; a moment to spare.

"You know she's gonna question why she smells like smoke."

There's a glint of teeth, enamoured and fun. Carefree and expeditious, it is certainly welcome compared to her usual tense and stressed nature.

But you're the one who has to pick the pieces.

She tugs at the collar of her jacket, his jacket—blood seeps from your chest at another twist of the knife—she sniffs at it but you already have the answer.

"Right, right."

You can't help the slight frown that presses into your lips, your eyes trace the moon and the stars.

Anything besides the ethereal sight next to you or the bloody twisted crime scene in your chest.

Her thumb runs over the top of your hand, pressed against the seat of your bike.

"Come on, I gotta have some fun in her stead," she smiles that soft gentle smile, the one that articulates the swell of lips with a preening touch.

You relish in her soft touch, you do… Part of you thinks you always have, no matter how foreign and distant the concept.

Equal measures warmth and disgust.

You roll your eyes, play up your role.

"Alright then," another drag, the final one before it's discarded, forgotten into the night. "Make things interesting."

It's that subtle almost knowing click, the kind that registers on an instinctual level.

She smiles with a knowing caress against your hand.

It stings when she pulls away, finger bouncing against her bottom lip as she paces, eyes adrift in thoughts against the moon.

There's a subtle dance to it all.

"What if I told you, you survive in a zombie apocalypse?" Mirth dances in her eyes, as you can't help but latch on to the thought.

Because duh, of you would.

So of course you don't notice the small cursive joy that bounces on her lips when you smile, when pride echoes into your posture.

Nor do you notice the flecks of sadness.

You're too caught in it all, you don't even notice how bone cold your hands are in the fleeting echoes of laughter.

"I'm sure you don't want to spend these moments talking about work of all things."

It's the swell of her cheeks caught at the mercy of her smile that tells you, convinces you of sickly delusions.

She enjoys it, the way you see through her.

She's confident in spite of it, that's what you li—don't entertain the thought, the knife is in your hand after all.

"She's gonna hate this." There's a pause, echoed only by the stir of cars through distant empty streets.

It's a devious hook with only the most intoxicating of bait.

You fall, hook, line and sinker as you push off your bike, caught in her orbit under amber hues.

There's no cigarette smoke to keep you safe, to obfuscate it all.

"She's gonna deny it, she'll lie until she dies but…" She smiles, pure and wholesomely real. The truth, a secret for just the two of you caught in this moment.

After the dust settles.

A secret just for you.

"She's the one who made the chocolates."

The knife in your chest twists and snaps at the behest of your own lies and propaganda,This is all for her, all for some sick joke that she won't even remember come dawn. To give her what she so desperately wants and craves.

Her lips quiver, caught idle in your silence as her words struggle to form.

"Like I said, it'll either be really sad or really funny."

There's crisp sobering solemness to her words, even as you taste the alcohol on her breath.

Still you can pluck out the embers in her eyes, through the gloss of shimmering glass. The nestled warmth of something else.

She smirks, it's barely passable in the waves of turbulent emotion that washes through the air.

A memory comes to mind, firm and sturdy. It's weird to be so close to her, to have her soft gaze focused on you.

It's unlike the moment at the observatory; an earthquake and broken heels cast in dim tunnel lights.

You thought nothing of the subsequent fall or her trapped bated breath underneath you.

It sparks at your brain, threatening to ignite it all. The way her hair fell in lusciously decadent waves against the floor, bathed in ivory light. You still remember those precious moments held locked against her gaze, the flare of surprise that burned across her eyes.

You remember the way her face twisted away from you, spurred by your comment.

After all, who wears heels to an investigation?

Only now do you realise it, the nervous cherry dusting across her cheek in those painted fleeting moments, only now can you trace the beauty—

Don't think about it.

“You know she’s gonna push you towards Karina.”

But it's hard not to, not when you can pick out each individual eyelash that flutters with every blink or the way her breath hitches ever so slightly when you pull away.

For your own sanity… But it's already too late for you, the devilish whispers in your brain echo to and fro with an egotistic cockiness that's intoxicating.

You nearly fish out another cigarette under the stress of it all, but you know the role you have to play… for her sake.

"Is that what you want?"

There's a soft glower to her caught against frayed streetlights. She cocks an eyebrow in spite of it all, "Me?"

Her voice saunters softly through the air, your last chance. To be a good friend, to continue to be a good friend.

No amount of twisted reasoning or lies would amount to anything less than betrayal of the most sickening kind.

Betrayal of the heart.

"Be honest and you might get a prize."

It's hard to ignore the way the power gets to your head, the illicit betrayal, the taboo of it all as you stray close to her. Your fingers play against the pockets of Mateo's jacket.

It's made all the more intoxicating in the bristling cold, the way she shrinks underneath the weight of it all even with all of her confidence she is still just a girl in love.

She feigns it all the same.

"It would be funny."

Still she isn't strong enough, eyes shifting away from yours under suffocating silence.

"Look me in the eye."

A deep breath, a quiver of her lips and a snap of focus. There’s something inherently soft and vulnerable held in the cloisters of her eyes, a shimmering crystalline prison.

"I…" the undeniable shake to her voice makes your heart sink past the bile that builds in your throat.

Your hands pluck at hers, pulling them from their nestled warm burrows, guiding them towards the skin just above the hem of your shirt.

It's instinctual, a gut reaction to her hesitance.

Her touch is warm, yearningly hungry, yearningly desperate. It's a blessing against the cold grip of the night, you almost lean in unconsciously.

Despite the way her breath paints the air with an alcoholic brush, despite the way nicotine buzzes through the caverns in your mind. There's nothing inherently Sensual about the way her grip tightens ever so slightly, the way she bites her lips caught in the throes of the thought.

It's a quiet, reassuring comfort.

There's a resolute strength as she looks up at you, her voice still an uneven shaky quiver.

"You have my heart, always have," she laughs, the brief short kind, where it's almost just an exhale almost like recollecting a forgotten joke. "Ever since we were kids and…"

Her hands twist and scrunch against the cloth of your shirt, peering defiantly up at you, the smallest smile etched into her lips.

"You always will."

You can't help but smile despite the pit in your stomach.

"It's too bad you hate the taste of cigarette smoke."

Her smile blooms deeper, fervently so, plucking at the fragments of confidence forgotten at the wayside.

"I don't think I'll mind this time."

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atthesupermarket · 7 months

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Heejin/Choerry (smut headcanons)

contains: spanking, BDSM, rough treatment

Heejin is a sub and Choerry is a dom. Choerry is a brat in a lot of cases but something about Heejin makes Choerry want to take control and mould her into her own, even - or especially - if she needs to break her down and build her back up.

Heejin called Choerry "unnie" on instinct once and now Choerry insists on her using it whenever they're being dirty. Heejin is more than happy to comply, though she gets nervous when Choerry jokes about it in public.

Choerry enjoys putting her fingers in Heejin because she feels like she can be more precise with them. Putting them in Heejin's ass means Heejin can ride her thigh at the same time. Putting them in Heejin's mouth means she can make Heejin red with how much saliva falls out.

Heejin has told Choerry that she fantasises about multiple penetration a lot, so when they fuck, it's usually doggystyle with a strap-on so Choerry can finger Heejin with one hand. Sometimes Heejin will also have a dildo in her mouth just so she has something to slobber over.

While Choerry is happy to take care of herself while she watches Heejin, she also won't object to Heejin eating her out. Heejin is very sloppy about it, usually because she's still hazy from whatever Choerry's done to her, but Choerry's breathiness, butt in Heejin's palms, and thighs clamping around her head egg her on to bring Choerry's climax.

Choerry loves to spank. Heejin loves to be spanked. Choerry could and would spend an hour spanking Heejin. Choerry always uses her hands; she claims they also get hurt when she spanks Heejin, so that makes thing even between them. She has been looking into leather belts and paddles though...

Look, they are both obsessed with each other's ass, okay?

Choerry will spit, leave hickeys and pull hair because she likes making a mess of Heejin. Heejin loves the rough treatment, the pain blending with pleasure and overstimulation addictive to her.

Choerry has a selection of blindfolds, gags and chains/ropes for Heejin. She never uses gags and ties up Heejin's hands at the same time because she knows she can be rough and wants Heejin to be able to give a clear signal if things go too far.

Both of them like wearing lingerie because they know damn well they look good in that. They like wearing those babydoll dresses and running their hands over (and under) the material.

Heejin likes it when Choerry wears leather garters and tops that tie up at the front because they show off how plump her chest and thighs are.

Because Choerry is a meanie, she will get Heejin bras with scratchy lace so that she can rub the material against Heejin's nipples.

After they're done, Choerry makes sure to massage Heejin and put lotion on her so she's less sore. Then Choerry holds her, whispering how her unnie is so good for her, how she loves her so much. Heejin is extra clingy afterwards, murmuring how she loves her baby too, so much.

#mine #loona smut #loona scenarios #heejin smut #choerry smut #heerry smut #choehee smut

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gangplanksorenji · 2 years

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Fall Again

Pairing: LOONA Kim Lip X Male Reader

Word Count: 2627

A/N 1: Henno Orenjideul! Days had been really busy so there will be delays on my release so enjoy this fluff piece of Lip in reference with these photos! I did my best so enjoy this and have a great day ahead!

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A stroll down the streets of Seoul has never been the best as the perfect ambiance sets up the best of all your moods: faint car sounds at the distance, cold breeze of the wind, dim lights of the lampposts and the orange hazel of the sunset-filled skies alongside the grayish clouds. It never had felt exceptional, knowing that you’re meeting someone beyond special later and you can’t help but smile thinking all about it. It would be an exciting moment that’s worth cherishing and it will be.

*phone vibrates*

“Oh, Hello Lip!”

“Hey, where are you now?”

“Uhm, I’m here on the street near the place that you’re inviting me to go to. I will be there real quick! I’m on my way, okay? ”

“Okay, I’ll wait here. Bye…”

“Bye Lip..”

You hang up the phone and without wasting any time, you approach the location as quickly as possible as you get nearer and nearer. A minute has passed and only footsteps are now the distance between you and the restaurant as you were greeted by Jungeun who is sitting at the wooden bench.

“Oh, hello Lip…”

“Hi…”

The both of you know how awkward you are towards each other and it’s even worse now, considering how busy both your schedules are to the point that the both of you rely on messaging and calling each other; not meeting or even bonding for even an hour and you hate it. You know how time-consuming it is being an idol of a famous girl group called “Girls of the Month” or mononymously known as “LOONA” as her schedules are far worse than yours—her hectic and confusing plans for the both of you says so for the past couple weeks that hasn’t been done.

She’s mostly known for her chic and fierce stage presence and her cold and tsundere demeanor yet she’s a complete opposite once she sets down the microphones because of her dorky, talkative and shy side. She also shows those traits of hers whenever she’s with you and you loved every second of it. You never thought how clingy she is when all you can see is her being the opposite—her assisting and taking care of her fellow members—yet you won’t complain but rather, it puts a smile on your face on how good of a person Jungeun is. You’re definitely grateful for having a girl like her and you couldn’t ask for more.

“It’s been awhile, eh?”

“Yeah, and I’ve missed you…”

“I missed you too. I’m just suddenly feeling kinda off today but we really need to meet now since tomorrow's gonna be a busy day.”

“What’s going to happen tomorrow?”

A deep sigh escapes Jungeun's lips as concern paints your face, not feeling about the words that she'll say next.

"More practice and it is exhausting, then we'll shoot our comeback stage tomorrow. I just want to restttttt…"

You definitely see how exhausting she can be with all of her hectic schedules as you pat her back, hoping to enlighten the mood and to make her feel better. A faint smile is her response as you invited her to go inside the restaurant before slipping it out of your mind and not to forget why the both of you are here.

“Hey Lip!”

“Yuh, tone your voice down a little, I’m just right here.”

“Oh sorry, don’t you want to go to the rooftop? Y’know, the ambiance looks great there and it always sets the mood.”

Jungeun thinks deeply about your suggestion as you can see her eyes squinting with her arms crossed. You always find it cute whenever she squints and you can’t help but fall into her charms. Even with her cold and tsundere-like demeanor, she’s always on her softer side whenever she’s with you or with her members and it always boosts your day thinking of that.

“You know you’re probably right. We’ll go to the rooftop.”

Greet the staff and the people at the cashier and a waiter helped the both of you from coursing your way to the rooftop of the restaurant. Luckily, there was no one at the rooftop and it’s not even a sweat getting a seat for the both of you as the waiter lends you the menus and a buzzer.

"Well, just tap the buzzer for your orders and we'll be there, alright, miss, sir?"

"Okay, thanks."

The waiter then goes downstairs as you fiddle your fingers on the hem of your shirt as you start to talk with her about anything you could possibly think of.

“So, how’s the practice earlier?”

“Hah, exhausting, I guess. I just slept for 4 hours and I’m feeling kinda sleepy right now but I don’t mind it.”

“Ohhh. Also, what do you mean by ‘I don’t mind it’?”

“Hah, what I mean is that… I don’t mind it because I want to bond with you.”

Your eyes widen; eyebrows scrunching as you were baffled on what Jungeun had said. Jungeun doesn’t usually say this whenever you’re together even if only the both of you can hear what she’s talking about yet despite all of these, you’re flustered with her words and it never fails to put a smile on your face.

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you Lip!”

“Shhh, tone down your voice, someone may hear us!”

“Sorry… But, that’s so sweet, you really found some time to bond with me.”

In a matter of seconds, Jungeun’s cheeks were tinted with a pink shade as she smiled, a chuckle also escaping her lips as felt shy about what she said. As she faces away from you, you could definitely tell that she’s flustered and sincere about what she said—you’re still baffled on what she said.

“But it’s true, or no?”

“It’s true. I did miss you so much and I took this opportunity to bond with you.”

Without a doubt, you know how sincere she is as you can see from the look of her eyes. The both of you missed each other after almost 5 weeks of not seeing each other physically and always depending on the blue screen your gadgets are emitting. With that in mind, you got a glimpse on how she’s being a totally-different-person considering how she’s showing her affection which normally—even if it’s just the both of you—she doesn’t do. You’re not complaining and neither does she; she’s just as glad as you are being in front of each other, exchangings and smiles the both of you missed about.

“It’s alright Lip, it’s completely normal and also felt this way…”

Before succumbing to your own emotions, you came back to your senses and taught what's the reason on why the both of you are here—pressing the buzzer and stating your order's on what you could be favorable about the menu.

“Hello! Can we get our order?”

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The breeze above the rooftop is your paramount of relaxation. It never gets old; it never fails to make you feel comfortable as you feel like all of your problems had been wiped out with a single brush of the wind upon your skin.

With fresh salads, a couple of dressings and with colas as the beverage of choice, this makes you feel like you're in heaven alongside your angel, Jungeun. The both of you always dreamed to be on this kind of date as it feels different to be in one—being in one with nature. Maybe Jiwoo influenced the both of you about being more interested and engaged with nature-related talks and topics and you’re not complaining about it—you loved it, to say the least.

“You liked what I ordered for you?”

“Yeah, it’s so fresh and I like it so much and the dressing too…”

You involuntarily smiled at her response knowing that she’s genuinely enjoying her food and so are you, having identical orders. Both of you are on a strict diet so ordering greens is one of the best options here and gladly, this restaurant has your wants and needs.

A couple of laughs, talks and smiles after, the both of you are nearing to finish your respective meals as you get lost by her visuals, making you in awe and stunned at your seat. Time slowed down as the ticks doubled; you adored her features as her nose-scrunching laugh can be seen and you absolutely loved it. Fighting back, you slowly came back to our senses only to know that Jungeun was still talking and just listened to her cute squeals and talks.

“Aha- Am I right?”

“Yeah, Lip…”

Jungeun feels something’s not right or maybe just her instincts yet it can't get off her mind. Your sudden change of mood is what Jungeun doesn’t like to see as it hits you worse than a truck yet all of her suspicions were wrong. She then stopped herself from laughing and asked you, her forehead almost forming a scrunch; curiosity painting her face, hoping to get an answer.

“Is there something wrong?”

“N-Nothing, it’s just the feeling of… I don’t know how to say or describe it Lip…”

“Speak to me. Are you feeling good?”

You can definitely sense the concern in her tone even though she masks it with an opposing emotion. Facing her, you looked at her endearingly as a faint genuine smile—almost forming a smirk—sculpts your mouth.

“Yeah, I’m good, it’s just… I just feel so happy being with you. I really missed this and I’m grateful that we’re doing this again.”

Your enlightening words caught Jungeun off-guard as she almost spat her drink as she felt moved by what you’ve said. As her pinkish tint on her cheeks grew, she hid her face with her own hands as she didn’t expect that flustering response from yours yet she knows how genuine and sincere it is, just by looking at your face and your pensive demeanor.

“Yuh! B-But honestly, I’m glad that we’ve done this and I missed bonding with you, so t-thank you.”

As you looked into her face—specifically her eyes—endearingly, you could see that she couldn't manage to get some eye contact towards you and you totally understood it. The both of you can feel how awkward it is and how uncanny it is for the both of you to open up suddenly as the both of you always feels like cats and dogs whenever together—not to mention the swift moves of Jungeun to avoid the media at all costs.

With all of your emotions driving yourselves, you then stood up on your seat and sat next to Jungeun, pulling her into a hug which she didn’t expect yet she’s not complaining about it as she feels so much affection to free herself from you. You know that she’s that “not-so-affectionate” type of girl whenever she’s with you and you may think that it’s because of her idol life and she must not act suspicious in public or a lot more yet she’s really like that, even when it’s just the both of you.

Your hug tightens as she envelops her arms slowly, wrapping you into an affectionate embrace as the wind blows stronger as well as the cold breeze that touches your skin that makes you more comfortable in embracing Jungeun.

“Oh s-sorry, I just got too emotional…”

“It’s fine. Let’s just finish our meals and go s-somewhere?”

“Sure.”

You then went back to your seat as she exclaims, refraining you from doing something.

“But wait!”

You were stopped in your tracks as she pulled out her phone from her pocket and you know exactly what she’s going to do—she wants you to take a picture of her and not just a single one, but a series of it.

It never gets old. She knows how much you hate taking photos yet it never fails to put a smile on your face as her photogenic visuals makes you in awe, no matter what angle or scene the picture is, it never fails to look amazing and always ends up being astonished.

“Pleaseeee?”

Her cute whine and those pleading eyes if hers is something you can't deny even if it's in your sight for a million times. With a deep sigh escaping your lips, you got her phone and prepared yourself as Jungeun instructed you what to do and what poses she will be doing.

“Well, let’s start with this, shall we?”

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*click*

*clack*

After several minutes of clicks from Jungeun’s phone, you finally gathered a lot of pictures with her which, of course, is guided and further improved by Jungeun herself.

“Wah! You’re really good at taking pictures of me! These came out sososo well!”

“Well, it can't be helped on how beautiful the woman is, right in front of me…”

You smiled with your own compliment towards her as her cheeks flushed red, again. She then playfully hit you with her wrists as she faced you and got her phone from your hands. To further assert her cold self, she cleared her throat and changed the topic which you didn't mind.

“W-Well back when I was saying, thank you for taking these photos for me and I may post them a day after and I’m sure, Orbits will love how it went!”

“They really will Lip…”

“Also! D-Do I need to retouch these photos? I don’t have that much makeup on so it will be good to-”

“Hey…”

“What?”

“You always looked good Jungeun, you don’t need that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Orbits will love you as much as I do and it’s true.”

She may look the hardest to fall because of her tsundere-like personality and her cold self yet complimenting her introduces a whole different Jungeun which you always love—it’s always a sight to see. She’s really weak at compliments even though she always knows how much she receives compliments and kind words everyday. She may still feel insecure especially on how the people would react on the Internet yet your calming and encouraging words are enough to dismiss all of those thoughts.

A faint smile—almost forming into a smirk—sculpts Jungeun’s mouth as she feels affection towards your words which she always loves.

“Thank you…”

You then reached her hand and held it, making sure to let her know that you’re sincere about what you’ve said even though you know how Jungeun wholeheartedly accepted your compliment.

“No worries Lip.”

You then kissed her forehead and then got a glimpse of her endearing gaze that is something you’ll always treasure. You locked eyes on her as she beamed a bright smile and so did you as you felt her smile is contagious—it may not compare to Jiwoo’s and Yerim’s level of infectious smiles yet Jungeun’s smiles are in their own league and that’s something distinctive about her.

Tuck her hair behind her right ear and utter the words “I love you…”

“I love you, Jungeun.”

“I love you so much, Jungeun.”

Again and again, those spin around your head as your emotion took over you, hugging her tightly as she uttered a response you’re expecting to hear, “I love you too, so so much.”.

Pull her for another embrace, your arms wrapping her as she mutters a sentence, almost inaudible to hear.

“It’s so c-cold…”

You took off your jacket and wrapped Jungeun with it as she whined, her wanting your warm embrace more as it rivals the breeze better than anything.

“Please stay like t-this…”

You wished you could stay like this forever yet you know that you can’t as this is just the start of an exhilarating feeling that you’ll forever cherish throughout your whole life. This will be just one of the memories that the both of you will be making, marking your own history books—worth remembering.

#loona #kim lip #loona fluff #loona scenarios #loona imagines #loona x male reader #loona fic

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okayeojin · 2 years

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10. there is only one good pillow and we both don’t want neck pain, so I guess we have to press our heads close together [with olivia hye]

word count: 1.9k

((💌)) fluff :: ((❁)) suggestive :: [gender neutral]

warnings: a little more curse words than usual. but iss all playful.

"maybe if you moved your big ass head, we'd sleep more comfortably" she spat out, still head butting you to prompt you to scoot over and get most of the pillow for herself.

"like hell i'm sleeping on the mattress, i need the pillow!" you complained in response, standing your ground and planting your head on the pillow -way too small for two people, by the way. "and my head is not big!" you talked back, hearing hyeju snicker next to you, caught by surprise by your -belated- clarification. "if my head is big, then yours is... like one of those... things that fly..." you mumbled while playing with your fingers, trying to make amends with your own mind.

"what the fuck are you even talking about?" she questioned.

"the balloons"

"are you talking about hot-air balloons?"

"yes those"

"... dumbass"

you ever so slightly moved your head closer to hers to take up more of the pillow, and she groaned in annoyance into her hands. "y/n!"

"sorry but i also deserve to sleep like a normal human being!" you explained, sitting up and looking down at her.

she grunted and squeezed her eyes shut, causing little creases to form on each side, that you badly wanted to touch with your finger. has she always been this pretty? she probably has... you were just too oblivious to notice. you’ve been hanging out for ages at this point, and i guess throwing mud at her in the park of your childhood neighborhood was what you cared about the most, really, as kids. but now you’ve been noticing how she’s not a child anymore... clearly. and how whenever you pushed her around your hands would linger a bit more than necessary on her skin. and how her touch had a bigger affect on you that you would like to admit. she inhaled deeply, luckily pulling you out of your haze. luckily, because her slender fingers fiddling with her face were looking a little too good to be normal.

"i'm older".

you choked at her words, "excuse me?".

"i'm older, i get the pillow" she explained with an eye roll as if any of the words that had just left her mouth made any sense, and that therefore you were the dumb one for not getting it the first time. duh.

"oh shut your mouth" you spat out, eyebrows furrowed and your lips scrunched into a pout, causing her to open her mouth, offended. "don't make that face!" you pointed your finger at her slightly raising your voice, "for starters, you're literally only four days older than me. and that's not a good reason to take the pillow, what the hell" you finished, heavily bouncing back on the bed with your body.

she stayed silent for a while, most likely pondering on her next attack, supporting her weight with her elbows as she stared down at you for a solid bunch of minutes. at least that’s what you were thinking because, oh, you could feel that piercing gaze of hers on you even with your eyes closed.

you fluttered one of your eyes open, reciprocating the eye contact. “w what?”. fuck, you stuttered.

“give me the pillow”.

“hyeju!” you yelled out, exasperated. "for being older, you sure are acting lika a child right now" you added.

"no!" you interrupted her, who was clearly about to open her mouth.

"b-"

"huh huh !"

"i-"

"hey!"

"but-"

"shush it, hyeju"

she was visibly in distress. and you were loving every second of it. she was easy to tease, really. she looked intimidating at all but it didn’t take much of an effort to get on her nerves and get her to talk back at you. it was a fun little game.

a couple of minutes passed of you laying down in comfortable silence on the same stupidly small pillow, until an evil idea popped into your deranged head. should you even bring it up? maybe, i don’t know... ah fuck it, let's have some fun.

the speed at which you sat up caught the attention of the redheaded girl next to you, who weirdly enough was still intrigued by everything you did even after all those years you’ve known each other for. instead of being annoyed by your shenanigans she kept putting up with all of it. you smirked at her.

"i don't... think... this is how it should be played" hyeju slowly and painfully dragged her words out, dark and amused eyes still looking up at you. you could kind of see it, the way she looked like she was... waiting anxiously for something, from you. waiting for your next move, curious about what you were capable of. you had it in you, didn’t you?

"staring contest. who closes their eyes first sleeps without the pillow".

"shut up and just close your eyes already..." you murmured back, your knees on each side of her body, your hands gently holding her wrists beside her head on the mattress and your body hovering above hers. she gulped in response and you could feel your eyes burning so much to the point you would have been fine with sleeping on the floor if that meant you could find relief for your dry eyes. how long has it even been? it has to be more than one minute. i didn't think she'd be this good. i know for a fact she's not this good at staring contests. she must really want that pillow huh?

you hated how sometimes you couldn’t read her at all. you were the one on top and she looked so vulnerable at first but now it almost seems like she was challenging you and warning you with her eyes that she could flip this around at any moment, if she felt like it. you wanted to be the one in control for once. and every little hint of that being the case was inflating your ego a bit more as time passed. her throat bobbing up and down each time she swallowed, her pupils shaking and struggling to keep eye contact with you, her legs shifting around underneath you, her chest raising and falling faster and faster as her breathing got heavier...

your eyes involuntary shifted downwards to take a quick glance at her lips. fuck. you licked your own lips unconsciously.

"you closed your eyes..." she commented with a hint of satisfaction in her tone, her head tilting to the side looking at you from below, victorious. you shook your head and blinked your eyes. "huh?".

"you blinked, y/n" she repeated. your ears were ringing. god, you couldn't concentrate on anything else but her. her lips. her body underneath yours. the way your fingers fit so nicely around her wrists. the way her eyes kept fluttering closed from the staring contest you just had.

your thighs held their place on each side of her body, your hands still holding her down slowly inched upwards to grab her hands and cautiously intertwined your fingers with hers. you were so close to her face that you could ever so simply grab her cheeks and squish your face against hers, if you wanted to. your eyes finally moved away from your hands and found the courage to lock with her dark, hypnotizing ones.

"what are you looking at, dumbass?" she spoke in a single breath as if she was pushing those words out with all the effort she had in her. kinda cute. you lowered your head even closer to hers to test the waters and when she squeaked unexpectedly closing her eyes you couldn't refrain but laugh right in her face, and then tilted back to keep chuckling, breaking any sort of physical contact you had. you'd never heard her make any sound even remotely similar to the one she just let out. it was so so amusing.

"gooood" she whined, "what has gotten into you today? you're even more annoying than usual" she complained from behind her hands, now busy trying to cover up her expression. if only you could see what type of face she was making.

"you know you love it" you commented from your peculiar position- you were in fact sitting right on her lap. blood suddenly rushed to your cheeks at the realization, covering your mouth with the back of you hand and pushing your hair away from your forehead with the other.

one of your thighs moved across and over hyeju's body as you went to sit beside her instead.

curious at the sounds of you shifting around, she took a peek between her fingers, getting greeted by you smiling widely at her and tilting your head to the side. the only way you were able to act as if this wasn't affecting you at all was the fact that hyeju, at least at first glance, seemed to be the more flustered of the two. you weren’t expecting her to lose her cool like that. at least you could hide it better.

she groaned at your jolly expression and turned around, hugging her pillow underneath her head, facing away from you.

you furrowed your brows while looking at the back of her head.

scooting ever so slightly closer to her - even if, considering the ridiculous size of the bed, it was nearly impossible to stay too away from each other- you gently brushed your fingers through her hair, all sprawled out on the shared pillow. you could see and feel the way hyeju's shoulders tensed up and her breath itched in her throat at your simplest movements.

getting lost in the way your fingertips were flowing so smoothly in between her freshly dyed red hair, you had to bring yourself back to reality. your hands gently and swiftly moved her silky hair strands on her shoulder, and each time, almost involuntary, your fingers grazed her sensitive neck, eliciting a shiver from her. every single time.

you smiled to yourself while doing your own thing, and once the pillow was free from her burgundy locks, you could peacefully lay your head next to hers, your nose nuzzling in her hair.

"i told you the pillow is too small..." she spoke in a husky whisper, her voice coming out as lower and unclear because she was facing away from you.

"and i told you i don't want to wake up with neck pain..." you whispered back, your lips getting maybe even closer to her neck and words getting even breathier as you were talking. she shuddered.

with a low chuckle, your hand found its way to hyeju's waist, lingering a bit too long on the spot. biting your bottom lip, you took notice and cursed yourself mentally at the sight of your hand trembling against her soft skin. she was able to get such awkward reactions out of you, you didn't like it at all how you couldn't control your own body around her. you ever so slightly flinched when she forcefully grabbed said hand with her own.

"oh sorry, i didn't know it made you uncomf-" you started justifying yourself, ready to pull away, but she interrupted you by moving your hand over to her toned stomach instead. initially taken aback and conscious of the way your heart started beating faster, you softened instantly when hyeju kept holding your hand and wiggled backwards to be closer to you.

"let's hope none of us gets neck pain".

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